Luthier's apprentice

A wise man once said "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you'll find him on his boat every Sunday, drinking beer, wishing you'd given him more than one stinking fish"... or something along those lines.  However, if you teach that same man to play the banjo, he'll sing you an up beat song about how you did him wrong, and how he ended up standing at the edge of the river, holding the last train ticket for a town called Heartbreak.  Virg and Daddy have found that the banjo has a magical ability to make the most depressing, sad, and vengeful songs sound like the happiest music on earth.  Virg may not have the money for a new banjo, but luckily Virg and Daddy can fix anything.  They may even write a song about it.   

All this banjo needs is some TLC and a whack with a hammer!

Pumpkin whisperer

What should you carve on your pumpkin?  Just do what Virg and Daddy do. Let the pumpkin speak to you, and it will tell you what to do.  It's simple, just stare at the pumpkin until you start to hear voices, then you grab a knife and start stabbing and slashing.  It's wholesome fun for the whole family and really gets you into the spirit of Halloween.  It helps if you eat loads of candy and get yourself a massive sugar rush first.  Although Virg and Daddy found that extra caution is needed when you're holding a pumpkin carving knife and have artistic differences as to what the pumpkin is telling you.  Your pumpkin will end up looking like it has a split personality.

The large fruit says Virg is super cute as Pooh Bear...

the large fruit is the pumpkin in this case, not Daddy.



Home Depot - The happiest place on earth!

Why in the world would Daddy go to Toys 'R Us to get a small, plastic, cheep version of what Virg really wants.  Now hold on, before you go dialing Child Protection Service, we didn't go and buy Virg a new 2011 8360R John Deere Tractor (with Premium CommandView II Cab and Active Seat).  However Daddy may consider a very sweet John Deere riding lawn mower.  The thing has a cup holder!  How in the world could anything go wrong if Virg had a nice cold sippy cup of milk by his side.  Daddy may not remember his high school physics (or anything at all from the four year blur called college), but there is most definitely a law of physics about a person's safety increasing proportionately to the proximity to milk, or a cow that gives milk.  Yup, it has something to do with Diamagnetism and frogs.

Do they have one with a HEMI?

The guitar is dead... long live the guitar!

A cigar box guitar is to a musician as a samurai sword is martial artist.  Everyone wants one after they see it, everyone looks cool holding one, but very few people actually know how to use one.  It's doesn't matter if you know all the theory, if you know all the chords and scales, or if you can play Cliffs of Dover from memory.  Virg understands this.  Virg tells the guitar how he feels at his core, and the guitar becomes his evangelist.  The cigar box guitar is a megaphone for Virg's soul.

 I've got those low down, no raisins blues.

Feeding Time!

It's hard work being a brother.  The time commitment was more than Virg expected, but he has to constantly remind Mommy and Daddy that it's time to change the baby or time to feed the baby.  Mommy seems to have a better time at understanding what's needed.  Daddy just kind of stands there with a glassy look in his eye's saying "The baby is crying again!"... Thanks Daddy, like we couldn't have figure that one out with your extraordinary talent of stating the obvious.

No No Daddy, do it like this.  It's all in the wrist.

Why so serious?

It was a morning like any other.  Daddy had a full night sleep (No I didn't!), and everyone woke up at a reasonable hour (How is 4:30 AM reasonable?)  Virg and Daddy had one of the yummiest and nutritious breakfasts a person could ask for (Oh! I think I could ask for more than stale Cheerios and Kix!).  Then the unthinkable happened.  A tragic peanut butter and jelly accident scarred Virg for life (No actually, the jelly came right off with a wet paper towel.  Virg is fine.)  Virg then turned to a life of crime, and from that day forth the world would shudder any time they heard his name (Um, actually, we just went outside to play in the sand and then took a nap.  Who's in charge of this blog!  None of this is true and it's all ridiculously over dramatized.)  Tragically, the Daddy died and nobody even noticed (That's it! This blog post is over!).

Daddy, you're so grumpy when I don't let you sleep.  Smile!

I see the light at the end of the tunnel now

Someone please tell me it's not a train. When daddy pulls out the train tracks to play with Virg, we may get as elaborate as an oval track.  Nothing that takes up too much space, or that you could trip over, or that takes too long to make.  In other words... boring.  But when Virg's grandpa comes to visit, it's a different story.  First, you can say goodbye to the dining room.  It's now the train yard.  All the tracks must be utilized, even the tricky bridges and switch tracks that Daddy always avoids by saying "Those don't work. Let's put those back."  It's a virtual entertainment landmine of trains, tracks and fun.

Can we keep it this way - we don't really need this room!