Need a tissue?

Asa the Highland bull sure don't. I guess when you plop your whole muzzle into the trough some water's bound to find its way into your nostrils.


Sassy slobbers over an apple I fed her at the Kindy farm. I don't know how the lass on the right can see through those lovely red locks.

All-Area Offensive and Defensive MVPs

A.J. deOliveira, left, and Jeremy Sauvé, respectively. From the same team, no less. Sure makes it logistically easier for the photographer who wants to do the portrait session on location.

There's a bumper in my bedroom

I was on my way to a workout when a sweet little old lady failed to yield. It's frustrating for sure. I'm now driving around with a mangled front end like a NASCAR driver who stays in the race even though he's 30 laps down just to try to pick up points. But I'm also one to believe there's a higher purpose for things like this. One second earlier and I'd have hit her door. One second later and I might've missed her completely. We humans think we're so smart sometimes, but then we experience something that no amount of intellectual prowess could have averted. Maybe I'll be a more cautious driver now, and maybe she'll contemplate whether or not she should be driving, in the process perhaps avoiding a more serious accident.

Oh yeah: my workout ended up being a pretty good one.