Kicking Off a Week Without Pants

Hey people.

So I'm starting off a week off of work.  Or, as I like to call it, a week without pants (I hate wearing pants).  And while I'm sure I will have to put on pants from time to time throughout the course of the week, I'm going to try my damnedest to keep such instances to a bare minimum.

Anyway, I plan on spending my week working on this year's Hough family Christmas card, putting up the ol' Christmas tree and house decorations, working on a few nerdy side projects (some iMovie and iTunes crap that's pretty time-consuming and by no means entertaining to talk about), and maybe doing some lesson planning for work.

Maybe.

I'm sure I'll touch on some of that crap later on, though.  Right now, as I sit here in my boxers having a beer and not worrying about working any time soon, I'll leave you with a crap load of pictures and videos.

Enjoy.

- Brian

The Cannonball

"Going to Walmart"

Saluting Grandpa Hough's WWII Army uniform

Sword fighting

These old Halloween costume helmets were finally taken out of the costume bin after years of never being worn and put into normal playroom rotation.  They have since become a HUGE hit.  See for yourself:

Courtesy of Knightly Spirits - my favorite Orlando liquor store and subsequent home away from home

 

 

 

 

 

Damn straight.

Illustrating for my students how Ancient Egyptians wrote in pictograph hieroglyphics.  Behold - Pharaoh Houghses II.

I'd rather 'rock' than 'suck.'

Hanging out at Pleasure Island in Downtown Disney with the Voigts

 

 

Grillin' with the Pipe Gnome. . .

Hanging out on the front door. . .

 

 I handed Abby a pen for twenty or thirty seconds to shut her up while I was on the phone.  This is what I get.  Chalk that up to awesome parenting.

Superbowl XLV, feat. the Grandparents

Every few months, as you guys already know, we're fortunate enough to have one of our parental sets fly down here to visit.

There used to be some sort of half hearted, contrived attempt at assuring Kris and I that they were visiting us as well as their grandkids... but more or less everybody's now moved beyond this farce. Before Kris popped out the Cannonball, we saw our folks maybe once a year. Maybe. Now, we're importing grandparents every two months.

That's the way it works.

Anyway, this time around, my mom and John came down for a four day weekend. A shorter visit than the one they're planning in June, but enough for them to get their granddaughter fix for the time being.

We had no real plans for the weekend apart from watching the Superbowl on Sunday, as John's a football enthusiast. In the past, with Kris and I, the Superbowl is usually the sort of thing that is played in the background as we're doing something else, as neither one of us is big into sports unless a home team is involved.

Last time I checked, the Lions weren't in this year's Superbowl.

Football aside, we managed to go out to Downtown Disney for an afternoon and allow the parentals to enjoy the harsh Floridian winter (Michigan, as I'm told, is somewhat colder than Florida, so they seemed fine with our weather). This was me and Kris' first time hitting up the ol' stomping ground in a long time, and it turns out the whole joint is getting a face-lift. That whole Pleasure Island section in the middle is being retooled into something more family-oriented.

I guess Disney figured cute, animated animals and drunk chicks doing tequila shots out of one another's belly buttons didn't necessarily 'mesh' well. Who knew.

Anyway, it was a nice visit - shorter than we'd like, but we'll take whatever we can get. Enjoy the pictures, folks...

- Brian