Pressured into it...fine...here's my first posting to this blog

OK I think I've gotten the message from a few blogger aficionados out there...why create a blog if you're not...well...going to blog? Duh, get something up there and stop procrastinating! Just get'er done as our friendly Cableguy would say.

Then here it is...the first in possibly a long series of Washington Maloy blogs...yeah right. We'll see.

At any rate, I thought I would share a few choice photos of the boys and their sister-makeup-artists.

Here's Josh...quite the colorful fellow huh? This paint job special only ended at this point because I told his sister that, "No, leave his shirt on...he doesn't need this on his neck and shoulders." both put quite a resistance. However, I always tell them that resistance is futile.

And here's one of Alex. His "artist" wasn't quite as ambitious but she did see fit to sign her work...right on his jaw. Nice touch I suppose.

Yes, this event provided lots of laughs and gigs while I was practically sanding off this shell called make-up. Now, what exactly is the word make-up supposed to imply...making up for how much of pain it is to take off? In this case I thought I would have to break out my power hand sander. What...did the "make-up" manufacturer conveniently forget to leave out the epoxy resin reinforced fiberglass base or something. WOW...why can't the caulking in my bathrooms and kitchen hold up like this make-up?

Note to make-up manufactures..."Please do not include Sharpie ink and/or epoxy-resin-based-fiberglass-threads in make-up recipe(s)! Thanks! Signed, Concerned Father"

Not sure what the deal was but here are my daughters' tools of the trade. They look innocent enough, but don't let them fool you...I consider this potentially dangerous paraphernalia.

OK, so now that I've posted my first comments to this blog I'm thinking I may have to keep up the effort. More to come as I begin to document my children's escapades. Of course there is never of shortage so why not share them with the world. Perhaps they will serve as passive therapy for other parents struggling to come to terms with these little people we call children who manage to make us all smile in the midst of chaos by exhibiting their beautiful innocence and wonderfully candid vision of how to not take life so seriously.

Hope you all have a great day and come back soon. As some food for thought...try live life to it's fullest and for crying out loud...don't be so serious!

--Phil