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  October  28, 2005  
     
 

 
     
 

 
 

Webs surround the plants on the bench.

 
     
 

If you don't think these guys look happy, then you should see them now!

      
     
  August 31, 2005  
  Stephen’s Astonishing & Eggmazing Egg Experiment  
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  Stephen claims he used no more than a match on his dry run, but this egg here was a little camera shy and needed a small bonfire to be sucked through the neck of the bottle. Once Stephen placed one of Brain’s patented ‘Egghead Eggs’ on the lips of the plastic bottle, the egg was coughed backwards into the bottle. Upon the apparent success of the experiment Stephen proclaimed great wonderment as the egg smacked against the bottle like a capgun and flipped over.  
     
     
  August 29, 2005  
 

Comically Stephen avoided Lia all weekend. Like the video game Super-Spy 'Sam Fisher', Stephen would slip up and down hallways; fading into shadows and hiding in the woodwork. Besides me only Brian was able to spot him. But then Brian's domain is the “woodwork”. The first time I saw Stephen was when I was grilling some chicken breasts on the Bar-B-Que, in the backyard patio. I heard a noise and turned. Outside of the glow of the light over the grill I could not see a thing and then I heard this hush voice, “over here.” I directed my eyes to where my ears told me to look. “It is me, Stephen,” the voice continued. The crescent moon backlit a weak jagged light over Stephen face when he moved away from a large pine tree. He was exposed. Quickly he gave me a series of complex hand movements. If only I had played more of the latest 'Sam Fisher' Splinter Cell XBOX game I would know want he was saying—no wait—that is a plate and that is a glass. He wants me to get him a plate of food and a glass of iced tea. I give him the okay sign.

  
 

After unloading about one hundred large garbage bags of clothes, shoes and etc. to goodwill Mom has finally got her closet under control. Now she wants me to take pictures of all her shoes and paste a picture in front of each plastic shoebox.
 

Inspirited by her accomplishment Dad attempted to improve the overall function of his closet. But he did not get past dumping clothes on the bed and complaining his closet was too small. Since Mom did not want to sleep on Dad’s mothball smelling, vintage sport jackets; she emptied Becky’s closet and hung his jackets and shirts in there. Of course whatever was in the closet was unceremoniously left in the middle of the room.