For more pictures: 365 Junior

I hate bees.  I also hate anything that could possibly sting me.  It’s not just a hate, but a fear.  For example, Stunning once called me and said, “There’s a wasp in the apartment.”  As a good husband, my first thought should have been, “I wish I was there to save you and kill the wasp heroically and save you from any chance of being stung.”  Instead my first thought was, “Thanks GOD I am not there right now.”  She killed the wasp before I got home using hairspray. 

Anyway, the other day I took some picture of blue bonnets here in Texas and a bee flew right toward me.  I’m happy to report, I overcame my fear for the sake of a photograph.  Take a look:

I didn’t even get stung.  I do however hope that the bee pictured here flew into a car traveling at a high rate of speed and is now dead.

I’ve started another blog for you to waste your time on.  My goal is to create a book for Junior after his first year is complete.  That will be March 7, 2011.  This book will have a picture of him taken each day of his first 365 days.  I think it will be really cool to see him grow up picture by picture… there are some big changes that happen in the first year. 

For instance, take a look -

Newborn (not Junior, by the way)

1 Year Old (definitely not Junior)

It will also give me a chance to push my photography and hopefully become better.  Practice makes perfect, and being forced to take pictures every day is quite a bit of practice.  Therefore, to keep me honest in taking these daily pictures, I created a blog to put them on.  It’s nothing fancy, just one picture per day with a brief title. 

I’m pretty excited about it and I’m happy with the results so far.  I just hope I can keep it up!

http://365junior.blogspot.com

We hosted a baby shower the night before Junior came.  Apparently, the stress of hosting is a great way to induce labor!  Anyway, these were the cupcakes for the shower.  We had a ton left over, so we brought them in for the nurses in the post-partum department.  They were very excited.

While the East Coast was dealing with what has affectionately become known as the “Blizzard of 2010” or as President Obama was reported to have called it, “Snowmageddon”, I was hanging outside in San Antonio, Texas.  We just moved to Texas from Omaha, Nebraska in May.  It’s been quite the change of scenery, especially this winter.  While Omaha or the East Coast dealt with multiple snowstorms, we dealt with the coldest temperature of 16 degrees, which people here freaked out about.

This post is not about bragging or making you jealous.  Instead, I have a message for you.  Spring has sprung in San Antonio.  That means Spring is moving north and making its advance across the United States.  It means, Spring is coming for you.  I give you the indications of Spring in San Antonio:

Have faith people of the north… Spring is coming and you’ll get it soon.

I think I annoy people when they take me places.  While they’re walking around shops and casually going from one spot to the next… I’m trying to balance the work of taking pictures and keeping up with them. 

Here are some shots from Gruene:

Vielen Dank!

It’s spelled funky (it’s German) but down here in these parts they call it “Green, Texas”.  There’s a large German population, so there’s a lot of German towns.  It’s so German that No smoking signs say both “No Smoke” and “Rauchen ist Vorsicht.”  That’s German!

We went to Gruene to eat at the Gristmill.

It is the largest restaurant I have ever eaten in… multiple floors, you get lost going potty, there are as many people working there as there are people that live in the town of Gruene.  It’s nuts. 

It sits right along the Guadalupe River and some of the seats look out over the valley.

It was slightly chilly and we ended up sitting inside.  What do they do inside to keep it warm?  They make fire.

This is the first time I’ve ever eaten at a place that makes their own fire to keep the guests warm.  It worked… my brother-in-law said I was looking “flush”.

I tried to mix my German heritage with my American citizenship and ordered the "Wurstburger”.  I thought it would be sausage meat made into a patty.  It wasn’t.

They took Wursts and cut them in half and piled them on top of a bun.  It looks nasty, but it was quite delicious.

Even Lupe, the steer, looked on the meal in approval.