
Stella, Theresa and Brian's niece... smartest kid I've ever met. Freaky smart man.

Don't pour water on my head man! I told ya I HATE that!!! God! (They were both totally fake crying in this pic).

Cheeeese!

Bath time! Stella, Layla and Logan.

Just chillin' on the steps.

Logan being a bucket head.

Bean being a bucket head.
Wrestling time!

This is GOOD!

Layla on her 1st airplane -- or as she calls it, "
airpeeeen!!"
Oye! Just recently, I sent an email to my friend Meg, razzing her about a "goal" she set for herself for the weekend. She vowed that she would have her pictures from our Vegas trip posted to
Facebook before the end of that weekend. When I saw her message, I replied back to her and asked if her goal was like one of my goals that I've recently "committed" to -- finishing my budget spreadsheet, completing our will, assigning legal guardians for Layla and of course, posting to our blog twice a week. Turns out, Meg's "goal" wasn't on the top of her priority list at the time. Apparently, neither was mine.
I haven't done well at all with my recent promise to post to this blog on a regular basis. I think I have figured out a way to do a much better job at this though. It's really quite simple... all I need is for my fellow blog followers to find me a personal assistant. It shouldn't be difficult. I'd like someone who is overly ambitious, proactive and not reactive, outgoing but not loud and she (yes, it needs to be a she) can never talk back or say no. First on her list, remind me each morning that the blog needs to be updated. I will then dictate to her the latest events and Sherman happenings that I'd like to document and she can transcribe them creatively into my blog. Then, I'll leave it to her to use her creative thinking and and innovative ways to choose the most recent photos of our family that will go with each post. Sound good? Great. Send resumes my way and I'll let you know who's been chosen for the role by August 15
th. Thank you.
So, since my last post -- let's see. Last Saturday, Jake, Layla and I
traveled to MN. It was Layla's first airplane ride and boy did she LOVE it. I had to work in Minneapolis Mon - Wed, but was able to hang out with the
Meyer's for the weekend before heading to the city to be a slave to the man. Layla played her little tail off with Logan and crashed HARD each night. I was thoroughly impressed with the Meyer's garden, apple trees and bees (yes, they have bees. Bees that they brought in to help
pollinate the garden and apple trees). I was also impressed (and intimidated) by Theresa's cooking.
Yuummmmyyyy!!! Now I have some severely high standards to live up to here at home. Step 1 - get some damn groceries.
One more day of work this week, then we will be kicking off the Sherman Family "
Staycation" of 2009. On our agenda of things we'd like to do (we'll see what we can actually fit in): Dells trip, State Fair (gotta get us some lard on a stick, don't ya know?), visit to
Nonnie's house for a trip to the S.P. aquatic center and a visit w/ Uncle Ray and Auntie
Linds, "date" day/night for mommy and daddy, and some other stuff.
Mother of pearl... it's 9:45! Where does the time go??? Hope all is well with our fellow blog followers and that you're keeping the faith (take from that what you will. Go with it... be creative, use your imagination). Oh and Tee, you're gonna love this - I can't find the
USB cord for our camera, so uh, stay tuned for pics. For a glimpse at our weekend trip, please see the
Meyer Ranch. **Update - found it... hence the pics! ;)
Also, found out today that the big execs at my company just got slight salary increases... at the top of the list, our CEO is now making $900k / year and earned himself a nice $4.7 million in company stock today. It continues on from there and is quite sickening if you ask me. I recently heard that the president of the U.S. makes around $250k / year. Which one of these things is not like the other.
WF - go ahead, tell me we're not getting bonuses this year... and that our raises will be "subtle". Try it. I saw the recent earnings report. I know how big we are. SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!! (And
Dooce, if I am fired for posting this, would you please hire me as your personal assistant? I will even pick up your dogs' shit.)