I hope everyone is enjoying the last of their summer. Since it's been forever since my last blog entry I figured you may enjoy a few pictures of how I spent my summer vacation.
Here's mom and I catching some rays at the pool. Unfortunately being a pasty white Irish kid nobody told me I could've saved a lot of time by standing in front of an open refridgerator to get the same tan. I'm not pointing fingers but rumor has it, one of us peed in the pool. (Hint: It wasn't me.)
By now you've heard my dad say he planned on leaving me out in the backyard overnight with a stick to fend off the wild animals. If I survived the night they were going to keep me. Well, I made it. Oh if you're ever over here visiting and see the neighbor looking for his once nosey dog, don't show him this picture.
Not letting the fame of being a rodeo star blur my scholastic goals, I plan on earning a football scholarship. Let's be realistic here. I've a fifty / fifty chance I've my dad's brains. So a scholarship may be my best shot. I heard Texas gets to beat up on Oklahoma every year so put me in coach! Hook 'em Horns!
Being a baby isn't as easy as it looks. Sometimes you just gotta kick back with a few friends and have a good cry with a different bottle. This one happens to be one of Aunt Megan's favorite.
Okay maybe just one more for the road. Wow the room looks really big from down here! Guess I'm ready for college. Hey what are you looking at?
I figured it was time to get rid of that beer gut. So I took up boxing and I couldn't think of a better teacher than my dad. Although he fought in two Golden Gloves the only move he could teach me was something called the "canvas back". Gee, I think I proved I can master this one in the previous picture.
With all of those late night feedings with dad watching wrestling, it was a given I was to become a fan myself. Here's a beautiful top rope splash on a helpless opponent for the easy three count. Yes Howard I know next time to hook the leg. Geez, you're worse than Tom! 
Here's me after a hard fought victory with the gold. Heck if I get bucked off my rodeo dreams, blow my knee sacking the quarterback in the big game, discover I have a glass jaw in the first fight, I can always become the next Myster E! If you're real quiet you can hear my mom groan every time someone reads this.
Thanks everyone for looking in on me. Hope my pictures brought about a smile. You'll probably see them again when I'm Oprah trying to figure what went wrong.
- Love
Gavin
OK, here are some video and pictures I promised.... the fist one is of me waking up. If you listen really closely, you can hear me fart and cough at the same time. Classy? Yup, that's me! The second one is an old one from when I was in the hospital, my mom thought it was funny. Then, more bathtime pictures.
