Lake fun and Shit Richard.

After the trip to Ontario, the kids and I went to a beautiful recreation lake in the northern part of the state for some boating fun. This is where Grandson Sam became such a great fisherman. Those in attendance were me, son Ryan, his babymama (lol) Angie, (they never married but they stayed close), Sam, and Shit Richard.

 

Richard is the dad of Ryan's highschool buddy that Ryan adopted as sort of a second father, his own dad being passed away. The rest of us consider Richard a friend, so he is often included in the family gatherings. He has this habit of instead of saying "Well, I'll be damned..." or "Well, whattya know..." like most people, he addresses himself by saying, "Well shit, Richard." In fact, he does it a lot. In context it would go something like this:

 

"I was at the store looking for a good deal on beer, so when I saw my favorite brand 5 dollars off, I said, 'Well shiiiiit, Richard...' and bought 2 cases."

 

So I call him Shit Richard.

 

Anyway, we all got burnt up before the weekend was over but we had a blast. There's a large sandbar in the middle of this fairly deep lake where the water is only about 4 feet deep. Everyone anchors there and parties, as did we. Here are some pics. Don't make fun of my fat self...I'm still not smoking. I have lots of video and I plan to compile a short montage of the fun and sights/sounds. I will add it to this post when it gets done. I know the kids will come to see it here.

 

This is my favorite of the bunch; it has become my new screensaver/desktop:

 

 

What a Face Jenkins he is...

 

 

 

 

 

The sundeck got a lot uf use.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and as much as I hate this,

 

Borrowing the closing sentence of almost every Field Trial Secretary's report,

"...and a good time was had by all."