Paint ball of pain

A little story of what happened to me today.

I arose from my sleep to my phone ringing with one of my kids from church asking if I wanted to go play paint ball. So I say yes, and we go out and the fun begins. I get there and there are like five guys who are older than 50 drinking way to much beer and ofer some to me, "um, no, I don't want to shoot any pink elephants today thanyou." So the day goes on and it is pretty fun, I am playing real bad and getting shot, and when I walk back to the starting point, these guys are still drinking beer. They get shot out before me and just go back and drink. So about after 4 hours of running around being the human shield, I walk back and see this beer can on a tree stump so I shoot it off, bad move, I feel a paint ball hit my left hand in the index finger. I wouldn't be so mad but I look in front of me and see one of those old drunk bastards five feet from me looking up around a board after he shoot me in the hand. the kicker, he was on my team. There goes soccer this season.

wedding part 2

I can't help but laugh every time I look at this picture of my brother and nephew.

wedding part 1

So my family has been here for the week and it has been a real good time. One of the main reasons why we got teogether was for my cousins wedding, and these are some pics from it. The top one is my awesome nephew and I trying to chatch the grader belt and the one below is me holding the most coolest neice Jenna. It was a true blessing to have both of them there. I have more pictures, so stay tuned.