Josh getting a little psycho on the pumpkin.







Goopey stuff.






Too bad it's not in focus.


Lydia's pumpkin... I carved it.

 
Josh's pumpkin.


My pumpkin... they took about 3 hours to gut and carve. sheesh!


The little devil.




She was so much more outgoing this year trick-or-treating.

She's growing up ;(

Three years... Only three years? It hasn't been more? Less?

Austin Timothy Bandy. March 20, 1990-September 29, 2006.

He was my friend since kindergarten. He was my little boyfriend in 5th grade. He raced motocross, #907. He was rambunctious and lovable.

I wish I was in Ohio. I wish I could drive by his house. I wish I could lay by his grave and talk to him. I wonder what college he would have went to.

I'll never forget.


Like a phoenix ignition
like a crematorium
Like a swelling volition
from the barrel of a gun
From the ashes and the embers
like a rocket I'll ascend
Like a cry gone up for a fallen friend
Like a cry gone up for a fallen..

Like a phoenix ignition
like a crematorium
Like a swelling volition
from the barrel of a gun
From the ashes and the embers
like a rocket I'll ascend
Like a cry gone up for a fallen friend
I'LL ASCEND

Everyday tear down the walls
till cornerstones remain
Coming ONE STEP CLOSER ALL THE TIME
And although we'll never reach perfection ALWAYS PERSIST TO TRY

No regrets, just rebirth
move forward, and ignite.
Incandescent Reinvention
a new renaissance
A NEW FIRE EACH DAY
A NEW FIRE EACH DAY!