This…is my wife’s Macbook. My highly coordinated daughter Madison dropped a coffee mug on it and busted the screen. Mac-Authority handed me a bone saw and told me it would cost me my right leg to get it repaired. So I, being a highly intelligent redneck who would like to keep all of his limb’s, have taken it upon myself to replace it! I’ll let ya know how this ends…maybe.

It was a LONG 11 hour day…we sure hope they shot something worth keeping! Enjoy.

The back view of this crazy house.

No lie, this garage was 102 degrees!

Our amazing photographer Tec Patajah will do anything for a shot…including rappel down a hill…

Pic 1 of the CRAZY amazing house we are doing the photo shoot in today…stunning!

Yep…I know for sure I have crossed the border into the great Mother Land of Texas…though I am honestly at a loss for a caption on this pic. Maybe it’s that Jesus loves Ducks and Bucks…or maybe it a prayer that Jesus would help this person kill more Ducks and Bucks…I’m pretty sure Jesus didn’t eat Ducks and Bucks…your suggestions are welcome…I’m pretty sure there is a song in all of this somewhere. Fire away folks.

Alisa and I just dropped Madison off at the airport for her big D.C/NYC trip. And as smart and mature as she is for 13, and even on a school trip, it was still a little weird for me to watch her going through security on her own. But alas, our babies grow up!

The Smithsonian, the White House, the Holocaust Museum, Ground Zero, Statue of Liberty, and Wicked on Broadway, the Empire State Building…the girl has got an amazing week ahead of her…and Daddy’s got a whole lot more prayer time planned!

So I earned some major brownie points today buying tickets for Wicked for my 3 women. Not being a big theater buff, I did not purchase a ticket for myself, though I admit that there is a certain cool factor going on with Wicked. So I’m just wondering…are there any MALES out there who have seen Wicked who would care to give me a review? If it’s as cool as it looks I might be scrambling to find myself a ticket. Help me out here gentlemen.

So this is what happens when Bart Millard tweets your otherwise sleepy little blog link. Of course, I’m quite certain that todays stats will send me cascading into a deep depression, but it was glorious for at least a day! To have found myself even slightly in the statistical stratosphere of Brody Harper and Carlos Whittaker is more than I could have dreamed. I can only hope that the hat that started all of this commotion continues to bring me this kind of favor. Thank again Mr. Millard…you are the man.