What can I say? I enjoy taking sneaky pictures of Kyle.

Think-a-while Kyle

X-file Kyle

Gonna-wash-with-Dial Kyle

Paparazzi-style Kyle (and his Pop)

Hungry-enough-to-eat-a-crocodile Kyle

Walk-a-mile Kyle

Talk-on-the-phone-and-smile Kyle

I'm gonna post a picture of...

Roxanne!  Don't let her relaxed facade fool you-- she's been busy.  Stealing toys from other dogs, not sharing, chasing squirrels, growling, eating stray bits of cheese, getting grounded, riding around in cars, antagonizing poor old Johnny, looking at a windfarm, wagging her tail, whining, getting scratched behind her ears, scratching herself, getting scolded for scratching herself, sniffing, looking cute, and so much more.

Kyle's got something new!  And it's not a pair of scissors...

Now you see, don't you?

Yeah, baby!  An armful of tattoos!  Unfortunately, getting that many skull tattoos in one sitting often results in "hot loose arm" syndrome, which is why he is wearing short sleeves on the tattoo (left) side, and also why his skin looks a little wrinkly under the tattoos.  It's supposed to wear off in a couple of weeks.

some wedding day photos

more photos in the coming weeks...

Updates:  Some of you have been asking about our future plans, and while we can't give you any answers we are exploring the many options available.  As we try to figure things out we made a list of ideas and have decided to take ideas from the list of ideas which will heretofore be called Kyle & Shannon's Futurama Potential List of Perhapsical Possibilities (or KSFPLPP for short) and pretend to do them from time to time to see how they fit.  So tonight we took what is currently possibility number two on the KSFPLPP and played "Hobos."  Since hobos are known to eat all their meals from a can we ate straight from a can (actually two cans, we splurged)-- no plates, no heating, no utensils, no nothing.  We skipped the campfire part since they're supposedly illegal in the city, but we didn't skip the campfire songs and mischievous shenanigans involving drinking, breaking eggs, playing with feral cats, screaming, debating snakes (deaf or just quiet?) and playing some mean harmonica.  We also practiced making noises to scare off wolves (noises like loud zippers-- wolves hate zippers-- but Kyle thinks high-pitched yelping noises would do the trick, but that might be because he's much better as a yelper than a loud-zipper-sound-maker).  We did not partake in riding the rails as I (Shannon) am still a bit bitter about trains & such after today's commute.

A few days in Groveland, USA

We went to a baking crafty fair thing.  Shannon got an ancient handkerchief from like the 1700s and spent most of the time making faces.  I tried some spicy popcorn.

Shannon telling about how she thinks her earrings have fallen down a heat vent and are irretrievable while also driving and throwing a big piece of trash out the window at a stray cat she tried (unsuccessfully) to run over with the car but thought she could get with the trash.   She didn't miss the second time.

I liked this quite a lot.

I carried a tree branch around the yard for a while.  After I was done carrying it I threw it.  It flew for about 10 feet.  Not as far as I had hoped, but still a respectable distance.

Then I pointed at a great pile of bricks near the house.  I can spot a really nice pile of bricks from over 700 meters away.

And of course, later that night there was raging flaming mountain of sticks.

The fire was at least 65 or 70 feet high.

This guy went around sneaking up on people.  We're still not sure who he is or where he came from.

Here are some more people.  Shannon has been related to them for decades; I have for a few months.

Shannon pretending to have cut her hair and grown a mustache.  Don't fall for her wily tricks.  But look!  Her earrings are safely back in the holes in her ears where they belong.

Some pictures from a Tsukiyama garden in Japan.