People always ask me if I get upset that my Fiance is so vain just because she was a hand model for Vogue.

Gage and Sir Dylan after "The Accident" This picture was taken while Sir Dylan consoled his injured offspring after Trevor dropped Gage on his head. 5 minutes prior to this picture the conversation went like this:

(Scene 1) Sir Dylan, Leah, Miranda, Elden, Gretchen and Liv watch as Trevor holds Gage by his feet and then proceeds to flip him right-side-up and catch him by his armpits.

Trevor: Let's see if I can make him flip one full rotation!

Leah and Sir Dylan look at each other with a nervous smile, but say nothing as Trevor preps for the stunt. Trevor winds up and releases, catching Gage only by 3 toes! Amazing! After that they simmer down and just do some boring piggy back stuff and everyone loses interest. Then there is a thud and Gage starts crying. Very anticlimactic, but, hey, that's what happened!

I think this was post pita, pre banana bread. That baby doesn't look big enough to stop you from coming to my wedding, punk.

My sweet Fiance Gretchen and I. My sweet Fiance is so kind, she will not be mad at me because I put a picture of us up on the internet that she told me specifically not to put on the internet. If you look closely though, it is not a picture of us, we aren't even in focus. It is actually a picture of the wall and a calendar.

The pitas that we had were actually very good. The only bad part was that everyone wished that Liv, Gage, Trevor and Miranda would have asked for macaroni and cheese so we could have had more pitas.

Fleeting memories

The other day at dinner, Mikey informed us that he couldn't remember his childhood. I guess chillin' with the fellas can make you grow up a little too fast.

For giggles (and Gretchen)

This is when I grew my beard out earlier this year. I was going to let it grow again this Christmas season so that I could prove to Garlic Boy that I am more of a man than he is. I decided to forego the beard for the sake of my poor mother, who wouldn't have allowed me to be in any family pictures if I did grow a beard. Gretchen says she thinks men rarely look good with beards. I dunno? Do you think she will change her mind after she sees these lumberjack pictures, my dear family?

My Mama

Nirvana

3. a place or state characterized by freedom from or oblivion to pain, worry, and the external world.

I'm pretty sure that I am the only Warner who has ever reached this state. Just thought I might let you know. I hope to get a new camera soon (hint, hint Leah and Sir Dylan) so that I can document a day in the life.
My semester ends this week. I am pretty dang excited. We don't start our next semester until January 22nd. What's up with that? It's pretty much the coolest winter break ever. I am getting to the point where I kind of need to decide what the heck I am going to major in. I have been taking a lot of classes just to see if I like that sort of thing and so I am afraid that I have a lot of electives stored up that aren't going to do me a lick of good! Oh well, I'll just have to go to school for three more years. No big deal, right? Old Toasty is up for suggestions on what to do with his life. I know everyone is probably going to say, "Major in Glam Rock Hottology", or, "Why don't you become a male model and help people by showing them what to wear and how to do their hair in interesting ways?". Take this into account, I want to show everyone that I can earn a living with my brain, and not just rely on my perfectly sculpted body for a career. I think Miranda's comment is getting to my head.

This is Dale

Dale is my brother. This is when I graduated high school, probably the biggest deal ever. I just like this picture because we both look really happy... and I have a lot more hair than I do now.