This is an official blog now. It sat untouched for almost a month before I decided to update it again, so it has joined the hallowed ranks of the other abandoned personal websites on the internet.

We took Helena back to King's Island this week for a day of sun and rides. Like most kids she loves the rides. Unlike most little kids, she's bored to death of the kiddie rides. She already wants to ride the Beast, and she made sure the Beastie was the first thing we rode. So we're either not taking her back for a few years or extending her legs with broomsticks and rubber hoses so she'll be tall enough to ride the big rides.

See the pics (including a panorama from the top of the Eiffel Tower.)

But the best part of this week was when Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr. came over to sing Christmas songs and drink some scotch. Dean puked in the basement and Sammy's eye popped out and chased Amy around the back yard. It was great. Dean got drunk and wanted to break out Amy's Megadeth CDs but the music was so loud the TV vibrated off the shelf and fell on his head. He didn't mind too much since he's already dead. ROCK!