Sky Beans New Hat

This is my normal traveling hat. It is usually with me where ever I go.

This is my grandson, Sky Bean. He likes hats. He likes any and all hats. Normally as soon as I come through the door he strips me of my hat. Sometimes this means I forget my hat when I leave since it is now laying on the floor of Beaner's room.

So the plan, based on his mother's idea, is to get him his own hat. I would then wear his new hat like it was mine into his house. Here Sky Beans new hat being worn by me so he would want it.

It worked, it's would appear it has been accepted and approved.

Bowling In June

On a hot day in June we decided to go bowling just get out of the sun while staying out of the heat. For these guys, fun is the name of the game, even though each one of them was saying he was going to win.

Here Gus practices his slam to the floor delivery.

When you are this age, the delivery is not as relevant as the returning victory dance. A theme you will see often in these pictures.

As at all public events, while some work the crowd, others work a purse.

Here, Mom offers advice on the delivery.

And again we have the return from delivery victory dance.

Ise approaches the line for his delivery.

Wil awaits his returning ball while keeping his fingers clear.

Ise is a well known enemy of the elusive pretzel. He hunts them down and estroys them where ever he finds them.

Even Beaner, age 13 months, thinks he can do it. It sure looks like he is figuring his next shot.

Making sure the pins have reset.

The delivery, not bad at all.

Gus working on his delivery.

Future bowlers don't come any cuter than this.

Nana, the head cheerleader and her able assistant.

The scoreboard, not exactly accurate as the bowlers randomly pushed some of the controls.

Waiting.

More delivery.

Another dance for ball control.

And the victory strut.

The following three pictures were taken in succession while the ball was rolling down the lane towards the pins.
The ball is delivered down the lane.

Prayers for guidance are said.

Consolation is offered.

Pictures From Myrtle Beach, SC

The Captains Grill first night there. By this time, I was really getting hungry. We stayed at "The Dunes." The lodgings were great, this dining area was lacking.

My grandaughter Delainums was also ready to eat. With the smaller ones, you better be ready when they are or some one will pay for it. Not me, I just say "Hey Mom, feed your kid." Being the grandfather has some advantages.

Sometimes she likes getting her picture taken.

And she knows her's cute as her brother says.


This was our hotel, The Dunes, from the beach side.


A shot down the beach to the North. This was taken at about 0800 the next morning as the Blushing Bride and I took a walk up the beach.

And sometimes Her's does not neccesarily want her picture taken. We are at "Broadway at the Beach," a shopping area set up for tourists.

Checking the details on a dinosaur.

Ise will climb on anything if I tell him I am taking his picture.

The group. Her's is still not ready to have her picture taken.

A Jelly Belly castle. The whole thing is made of Jelley Belley jelly beans.

A shot of the "family" next to a fountain at "Broadway on the Beach."

My Blushing Bride doing the tourist thing.

Senor Frog's dress code. I guess it is a night club, but the state seems to be serious about their dress code. Broadway on the Beach seemed to have a large number of night clubs mixed between their tourist shops.

Ise and Nana checking out some cool chairs outside of one of the shops.

If this hadn't cost so much money, I would have bought it for NubbyBunny. Sorry, I guess she is only going to see the picture.

Training a new shopper.

Her's says, This is good.

Suddenly it is gone and you can see Her's re-thinking her plan for where it went wrong.


Hard Rock Cafe, Myrtle beach, SC with posing touristas in front,

Ise giving his Mom a ride on a real Harley Davidson motorcycle.

Ise and Nana also riding the Harley Davidson motorcycle. Ise turned his hat around because he didn't want it to blow off.

A close up of the Sphinxes at the entrance to the Hard Rock Cafe.

In Johnny Rockets waiting for food. This restaurant was the worst place we ate while on vacation. Service sucked, mostly because the staff was out in the street singing. I enjoyed the one in Atlanta much better.

As you can see, some members of the crowd were slowing down at this point. It was also hot out there. So after we ate, we went back to the hotel water areas which were mostly indoors where the heat didn't bother you so much.

You can see why Ise and Delaniums are so photogenic.

This is my new position in Myrtle Beach, SC. Peacekeeper for a bar and grill and you get to play with a gun. What more could you ask for? You don't have to wear a tie either.