Celebrating 24 Months


Welcome to Lake DeGray
Originally uploaded by CameronMagee
I'll post a couple of photos for ya'll, but you can see more in my Flickr Photos. You can always get there by clicking a photo anywhere on here. Aubrey and I celebrated our 24-Month Anniversary yesterday, with a day out in nature. After church, we drove out to Lake DeGray, and had a picnic. I'll post a couple of photos for ya'll, but you can see more in my Flickr Photos. You can always get there by clicking a photo anywhere on my blog, or through the link on the right.

Lady Lake
on Lookout Stump

DeGray was close, and convienient for a picnic, but there's not much action. Well, there was a neat stump, but that's it.

After me making a fool out of myself, it was her turn up on the stump, but she needed a boost. So, I pushed her (up) and she fell (over), almost into the water. She's got a pretty serious scrape on her back, from where she landed on solid rock. What can I say? I'm an idiot. (Smooth way to start the date... right?)

Then I took her all the way out to Lake Hamilton, in Hot Springs. Hamilton has this great park set up out by a dam, leading to Lake Catherine.

We spent the afternoon exploring all the walking trails, and walking the rocky shoreline. I'm not any good at skipping rocks, by the way. Aubrey managed to spot at least two carcasses before long, you can see how lovely her reactions were to them.

Big Dead Fish

We had a blast. After the exploring, we played cards on a picnic table, and said goodbye to the water. We dropped by her old Hot Springs house on the way to dinner, which was on the other side of Hot Springs.

Aubrey with the Sign

To finish off a day at the lake, I picked, Seafood. Here's Aubrey in front of the sign before we left.

Have any of ya'll ever been to either one of these lakes? I'd love to go back, but I don't know any good places to take her, besides these re-runs. Post a comment and help me out.

I hope that she had as much fun as I did, because there's nothing better than a day at the lake(s) with your girl. What a blast. What a girl.

A Pear of Bananas


A Pear of Bananas: 2
Originally uploaded by CameronMagee
This year's Halloween, was a good Halloween. Aubrey and I got to spend it together, as a pair of Bananas. Let me see if I can put it in a way that is "a-peeling" to read:

You could say we were a perfect "pear". Let's just say we had a very good, no a "berry" "grape" time. I don't want to be "melon-choly", but the choices here in "Apple-delphia" are "cherry" "lime-ited". The weather was "plum" beautiful. The night's cool air was "peachy".

I posted a photo of us in the lobby of my dorm, and then a spread of the candy from my Pumpin. (the K is silent here)


the Halloween Haul
Originally uploaded by CameronMagee

You can see a few more photos of us on my Flickr page. The link is always posted on the right. I hope you all had an eventful holiday, whether you were on the streets, or in your homes passing out candy. I'm glad that I got to spend it with my girl, even though we weren't home in Bentonville. Arkadelphia will just have to do for the next few years. Happy Halloween everybody!

Poor Rainier: Part III


the Rainier at Sturgis
Originally uploaded by CameronMagee
We made it to the game, as you know from my earlier posts, and the weekend is going fine.

Caleb's friend from across the neighborhood calls, needing to borrow our wheelbarrow. "No problem, but I don't have a car here, I rode home with my brother, so I'll just load it up in his car, be right over!" Caleb replies. Caleb raises my tailgate, and loads the wheelbarrow. He runs inside for a moment, announcing his departure, and returns to the garage. He climbs into the Rainier driver seat, er, Leerjet cockpit, and starts the car.

Now, at this point, I'd like to point something out. Caleb's Oldsmobile Bravada is 5ft, 4in tall. My Buick Rainier is 6ft tall. My Rainier is taller than his Bravada.

Our garage door, in it's raised, up position, has a height clearance of 6ft, 2in. My Rainier's tailgate is 3 inches taller than the rest of the car, placing it's total height at 6ft, 3in.

Caleb is used to backing out of our garage, tailgate up. He is used to doing this, in HIS car. His car is smaller than mine (see above specification listing). His car is fully capable of being backed out of our garage, with it's tailgate up, clearing the garage door's up position by 7 inches.


my Rainier
Originally uploaded by CameronMagee
Caleb shifts the car to Reverse, and backs up, confident as usual, ready to fulfill his wheelbarrow transporter duties for the day.

My car is one inch too tall to be backed out of the garage with the tailgate up.

The car smashes into the house. The impact of the tailgate slamming into the garage door begins to fold the entire metal cargo door in two. A large crease begins to form approximately halfway down the door. Caleb realizes the scenario, and stops instantly, Praise the LORD.

It is too late. The damage has already been done. The tailgate is ruined. The glass is salvaged, the rest is a mess. Caleb spends the remainder of the day maneuvering my tailgate to where it will latch, for the 4hr drive back to Arkadelphia the next day.

Dad spent the week shopping for Silver Rainier tailgates. He's good at this kind of stuff, and he found one. It was shipped to the house, and Caleb installed it today. The ole' switch-a-roo. My car now has a new tailgate, you can't tell anythings wrong.

Let's review...
1.) I get nailed in the parking lot
2.) A padlock dents my hood
3.) My tailgate gets creased and dented by a garage door accident.

I love that car. Ironically, the last thing that hurt it was the first thing to get repaired. Hopefully I can have it fully repaired by the end of the week.

FW: the Pillsbury Doughboy


the Pillsbury Doughboy
Originally uploaded by CameronMagee
Email forwards are ridiculous.  I got this one today, from Aubrey.

Please join me in remembering a great icon. The Pillsbury Doughboy died
 yesterday of a severe yeast infection and complications
 from repeated pokes to the belly. He was 71.

 Doughboy was buried in a slightly greased coffin. Dozens 
of celebrities turned out, including Mrs. Butterworth,
the California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, the
 Hostess Twinkies, and many others. The graveside was
 piled high in flours as longtime friend Aunt Jemima 
delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man who 
"never knew how much he was kneaded".

 Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later 
life was filled with many turnovers. He was not 
considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his
 dough on half-baked schemes. A doughnut once said to him, “If had all your dough, I sure wouldn’t be hanging around this hole!” Still, even as a crusty 
old man, he was a roll model to millions. Doughboy is
 survived by his one brother, John Dough, and his elderly father, Pop Tart. Also, by his second wife, Play Dough. They had two
 children, and one in the oven. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

thanks Aubrey, for that ridiculous post. I hope that brought a little comic relief to everybody's day.