So as you may remember, I went to Pennsylvania two weekends ago to attend the christening of my godson Matthew. Here are some pictures from the big day!

This is me and Matthew that morning. He only looks so serious because he’s nervous. He’s having trouble remembering his lines. And no, you may not bite his cheeks. That privilege is reserved for the family.

This is me, Matthew and my sister Amanda. You’ll see plenty more pictures of her when we go on our cruise to Bermuda at the end of July. Chances are we’ll both look ridiculously sloppy, so enjoy us now while we look reasonably put together!

Here’s Grandpa and Jack, Mathew’s big brother. He’s very excited. So is Jack.

This is me dressing the baby for the big event. And by “dressing the baby”, I mean “standing awkwardly behind the godmother Stacy while she does all the work, then swooping in at the last minute to help with the buttons because she just had her nails did.”

Here’s the happy family. As you can see, Matthew was being completely uncooperative for the pictures. The nerve! We considered just leaving him home.

Here we are outside the church. My nieces Emily and Jillian are burning off some energy. Jillian, the younger of the two, is also my goddaughter.

Here is an expertly taken picture by your’s truly, which actually allows there to be photo evidence of my Mom being in attendance since she’s usually the one taking pictures. I helped her pick out her outfit! She wanted green, but I demanded blue, since Matthew is a boy and not Shrek. And there’s Adam who hasn’t updated his blog in FOREVER (hint, hint).

This is where the magic happens! I had to stand a few feet back because for some strange reason the water kept boiling everytime I got closer.

This really nice nun pulled me out of the crowd to help her with a special job because she said I looked “really close to God.”

Or at least that’s what I’m pretty sure she meant when she pointed at at me, and said “There’s a tall one!” Apparently I was the only one tall enough to light the candles for the priest. On a related note: could you imagine if I had this enormous bald spot that I didn’t know about until I saw this picture? I would die.

Here I am looking very proud of myself for my special tallness skills and a job well done. I’m also counting the bonus points I get for helping out and how much they raise my chances of getting into Heaven.

This is how we dye Easter eggs in my family:

Spongebob and Super Viagra say: “Happy Easter Everybody!”

Here’s wishing you and your family a happy and healthy Easter from Puntabu

lous!

A lot of bloggers enjoy blogging about their dogs. (I’m looking at you, Bossy and Scott!) I don’t have a dog, and as you may already know, I’m not much of a dog person. However, there are times when I find them tolerable. So here I present you with my brother and sister-in-law’s dog Harley, one of the nicest dogs in the whole wide world. So even when he’s being super annoying (usually only because he confuses himself with a lap dog) you can at least say: “But he’s such a good dog!”

He is enormous. My mom calls him an albino deer. Did you know there really is such a thing as an albino deer? Me neither. (Unless you said yes, which in that case, you’re lying.)

He is a very interactive pettee. He likes to hold/lick/bite your hand while you pet him.

Petting him above his butt sends him into NSFW convulsions of pleasure.

He is ridiculously protective. He guards his little brother when you try and take him on dangerous sleigh rides. He’s usually too protective though and he runs along side you down the hill until he gets a bit too eager in his guarding duties and you crash into him. His left ear is straight while his right ear is permanently floppy.

And he loves to play catch. Even with snowballs.

Here’s to you Harley. You annoy the crap out of me sometimes, but you’re such a good dog.

Question: “Hey Craig! I didn’t know you wear glasses. What made you wear them today?”

Answer: “Hi [insert name here]! It’s because I have this enormous pimple on the side of my nose that I’m trying to hide! Thanks for asking!”

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Heather from 360 - The Math Blog sent me these awesome pictures of Godzilla enjoying some Buffalo Chicken Dip.

These pictures are so awesome, I’m considering changing 14 Giants to Fourteen Giants so she can have the top spot on my blogroll. Thanks Heather!

So I gave you folks a recipe to cook for your Superbowl parties and asked you to send me pictures. And people actually listened! How crazy is that? Here goes:

This is the one from my brother and sister-in-law John and Barbara. I have to say, this looks the most like mine. But then again, they have the benefit of calling me up and asking for specific amounts for the ingredients. Apparently my recipe was a little vague? Plus Barbara is a woman Italian, so she was born to cook. I kid, I kid! She really is an awesome cook.

This picture comes from Brett over at A Whip-Smart Kind of Life. He made the dip, but didn’t take a picture of the finished product, and instead opted to send me a picture of the wine he drank while eating it. He’s making a point about drinking wine without ice, because apparently I’m the worst person on the face of the planet for putting ice in my wine. Okay Brett, I see your point. Buy me a box bottle of wine, and I’ll drink is without ice.

The following pics come from Tim over at I Deny You the Nidus!

T-Shirt #1. In honor of Puntabulous and my Mickey Mouse ears he wore a Disney hat. How sweet!

Another reference to me drinking wine with ice! Seriously! It caused quite a stir! He doesn’t drink wine and was too lazy to go about actually fixing a drink, so he put the ice cube on top of the Coke. Excellent.

T-Shirt #2. The finished product!

T-Shirt #3. Here he is admonishing the dip filled chip to be tasty yet not so hot as to hurt him, blissfully ignoring the fact that the dip filled chip is not a sentient being and therefore incapable of rational thought.

Success! I imagine that his right hand is in the form of a gun as he pretends to be a bandit from the Wild West shooting his gun up in the air in celebration after a successful bank heist. In conclusion: 3 T-shirts, 2 different colored potholders, 1 dip.

These next pics come from Derek over at Never7 and his boyfriend David from Croxis:

Here is Derek studying the geniusness of my blog to better immerse himself in my recipe.

Here’s David spreading cream cheese like a man who was born to spread cream cheese. (Although I’m sure he has many other talents.)

Their bottle of Franks Hot Sauce looks SO MUCH BIGGER than the one I used. And since my (slightly vague) recipe called for the “whole bottle” that may have caused some confusion.

But it looks like it came out really good!

Here goes!

I’m pretty sure this is Derek’s “Mmmm, that’s delicious! God bless Craig for giving us this recipe!” face.

Thank you guys so much for sending in your pictures!

So there was this parade thing going past the office a little while ago.

Some people still have to work. Sigh.*

I think this guy is someone important.**

*I took this picture because I have zero patience for crowds. Some would even call me a fuddy duddy.

**Coworker took this picture because she’s way cooler than I am.

This weekend marked the First Annual Celebration of Earth Tones that Aren’t Green committee meeting:

The only attendees were myself and Adam from AdamX, but the committee meeting was still considered a great success.

After great deliberation, the following conclusions were made:

1. Dressing in Earth tones can be completed without the color green.
2. Blue tried to convince us that blue should be considered an Earth tone since most of the Earth’s surface is covered in water. Blue was quickly euthanized for his logical ideas that go against mainstream societal beliefs.
3. Avenue Q (which features an orange poster) is a spectacular Broadway production.

I was having a bad day. Luckily Natalie Portman, my wife, is always there to cheer me up.

Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.

Honey! I’m home!

Go away! I hate you!

What’s wrong, sweetie?

Talk to the hand!

Uh oh. Comebacks from the mid-90’s. It must be bad!

I just had such a bad day!

First I was almost eaten by a Space Slug!

[Dramatic Reenactment]

And then I spent all my money on all the Harry Potter books.

But I thought you already bought all the Harry Potter books and burned them for promoting witchcraft!

Yeah, but I had to buy them again so I could burn them again for promoting homo sex.

And my socks don’t match!

But you’re only wearing one sock.

Damn it! Will nothing go right today?!

But maybe things aren’t so bad.

As long as you tell me you love me, everything will be alright.

…

Cough.

::crickets::

Oh Craig, you know I don’t like PDAs.

Um, but we’re alone.

Actually the P stands for “Puntabulous”.

And I hate you.

Sad Face.

I love Autumn! It is by far the best season in the whole wide world. The cool, refreshing air! My impending birthday! The onset of argyle sweater season! What’s not to love?!

What should I do to celebrate my favorite season?

I know! I’ll go to the park!

That was quick! Let me find a quiet place to sit and read the new J.R.R. Tolkien book, The Children of Hurin.

“Fear me! I bear the light of the Eldar! For I am Thurin! Son of Hurin! Son of Dwildor! Son of Gwaindor! Son of Frildor! Son of Fwildorin! Son of Sorin! Son of Sorowin! Son on Pildarin! Son of Pildarinin! Son of Hildor! Son of Hildorin!”

Well fuck this!

Look! A random light post in the woods! It’s like I’m in Narnia! But without the in-your-face religious symbology!

What’s that saying? “Leaves of three, let them be. Random berries, eat aplenty?”

Or is it pea pods?

Yay! Autumn also means Christmas is coming! I can’t wait till you get nice and big, so I can cut you down little tree!

Don’t worry ugly slanted tree! I’m sure you’ll make a Peanuts character very happy someday!

Persian Parrotia?

But the factually accurate historical drama 300 told me to fear all Persians! EEK!

These tree roots may or may not give me nightmares.

Luckily the cuteness of these ducks will protect me.

Here are some more crazy root things. These are cuter than the last ones though. These look like Wack-A-Mole! No guard ducks necessary.

Sweet! Paradise Island! I assume that there will be half-naked men cooling me off with giant leaf-fans when I get over there. Oh! Or maybe Lynda Carter! And I assume since it’s called the “Natural Area”, I get to walk around au naturale.

I would have thought the bridge to Paradise Island would have been adorned in gold, or at least the antlers of an exotic beast.

But it kinda just looks like everything else over here.

I heard something rustling around in here. I’m sure if you look hard enough you’ll see a jaguar or cougar. I haven’t found it yet.

Here I am relaxing on a park bench.

But then I realized I was sharing it with this thing.

So I ran away as quickly as possible.

Ooooo. How artistic! I love the way the shadows reflect off the shadows. It all has a deeper meaning than our feeble minds can comprehend.

That’s where I went to graduate school! It was very prestigious! The application read: “What is your credit card number?”

This bridge is much cooler than the one to Paradise Island.

It took me to a secluded spot where I made out with…myself.

That’s all! Time to go! Fairwell my woodland friends!

Yay Autumn!