Very Merry

Christmas has come and gone. I would like to personally thank the following businesses for draining my wallet. American Girl Doll company, Pottery Barn Kids Corp, and Gymboree Corp. There were other players in the mix but none had the uncanny ability of these three to so thoroughly abuse my paycheck.

Let me recall the highlights of the first week of my vacation. The first night after I got off of work I took three boys (two of them mine) to see the Caps game. It was the first Caps game for my two. It was the first actually hockey game for my youngest. They had a blast. I did too. The seats were great. We were eight rows up, center ice. The night was perfect except for when I got up and kicked over half of my seven dollar beer. I couldn't have just grabbed a five or six dollar Bud to kick over. Nope. Had to grab a Heine. The better beer when you are punting it amongst the seats.

There was going to a bar and watching football on Sunday with Nosaj. No guys tried to pick him up here so that was nice. But his Packers got walloped so he cried the whole time. I had on a Bills jersey in honor of E-bone, plus they were playing the Giants but it didn't help. And did you know you can actually see THROUGH a Miller Lite. It is like drinking urine flavored water or so I've heard. But the were on 2 dollar special so I knocked out a half dozen and complained about it the whole time.

There was the last minute shopping. Actually I went out early on Thursday and Friday mornings and had no hassles. I also went out Christmas Eve to buy food for Christmas dinner and met no snags either. The early bird beats the rush. I did get to see people filing into Costco at 10:00 when they opened on Friday morning. It was unbelievable. I was only there to pick up my Christmas cards I had done online the night before. So if you don't have it, it should be there soon. The didn't get mailed until Saturday afternoon. Nothing like last minute. Seventy five of those babies went out. There was the shock when I only paid 20 bucks for 75 cards and then twice that much for stamps. Damn lazy postmen.

Christmas eve had my parents over to exchange presents with us. Not much of an exchange for them. They show up with a car full of presents and walk out with a couple of items. But they keep coming back so I guess they haven't figured it out.

Then comes the evening meal at the wife's grandmothers. She only has to open the door. Everything else is done for her. And yet there were still issues. We decided to make it easier on the mother-in-law who had tons of presents and had made or bought all the food and move the festivities to her house. Oh no. Grannie says no. She can't be rearranged like that at the last minute. We must all come to her house. Personally I didn't care. Couple of beers and it doesn't matter where I am. Then crazy Grannie kept talking about this friggin cake she made. Said it was called 'Better than Sex Cake'. Well I am sure when you haven't had it in 100 years, cake is probably better. But I don't need you spouting the name all night in front of my kids. If she said it one more time it was gonna be 'Pillow over the old lady's head Cake'. But it was a good evening. Except....

Nosaj got a new camera and somehow deleted all the pictures he took of Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. No pictures of Little Nosaj opening gifts. He hit a button to reset the camera to the factory defaults. Mrs. Nosaj was unpleased. And Father-in-law was sooooo very understanding. We got great one-liners all Christmas Day like 'Reset man' and 'Don't blame me, it's not my default' (that was my favorite). Santa or St. Nicholas as he is called in our abode wasn't as generous as both sets of grandparents. We limited the fat guy (not you dad) to three gifts per kid.

It seems like we are celebrating Hannakuh here. With all the different gift opening opportunities. The kids won't get their presents from us until the Epiphany in a few days. By then, I am sure they will have broken some of the other stuff anyways. I will get some pictures up soon.

That Nosaj Sure Is Cute

It has been over a week since I last wrote you. I have some good stuff so let's get to it. First off is Nosaj. I thought I could write a book about one of my high school boys, Red. But, he is soooooo one dimensional compared to Nosaj.

Here is the story as told to me directly by Nosaj. He is unloading his cargo from his truck at one of his many stops. He, if you didn't know already, is a truck driver. He is highly skilled in his profession, and by that I mean he has a driver's license. So here is Nosaj unloading the truck and somebody beeps at him. He turns. Some dude. He waves and like the good little worker bee goes back to unloading. The guy beeps again. Nosaj turns and looks and this time is greeted with a gesture. Nosaj is unprepared for this and says 'Huh?'. Again he unloads. The beeps continue. Obviously Nosaj is not picking up on the vibe. Finally the guy, I repeat guy, offers to take care of a special need for Nosaj. It is too vulgar an act to speak of here. Just imagine Senator Larry Craig in a bathroom stall. Nosaj ignores the dude and finally he goes away.

So these questions immediately come to my mind. What on Earth makes a guy proposition another guy? In a public parking lot at that? And why in the world would he choose Nosaj? Nosaj isn't even attractive to the oppostie sex. And why is Nosaj bragging about this? It is a crazy world we live in.

Little Lumpy - A Chip off the Old Block

I know it has been over a week since my last entry. I have been busy with school. Here is a quick story I could not keep from you. I will try to get some new pics up soon. I got a new phone that has a camera. Welcome to the 19th century for me. I read a review of the phone online, talking about how new and cool it is. Then I saw the article was dated 2004. NICE. Always on the cutting edge. Now on to the story.

As many of you know, Lumpy isn't the most sanitary of people. He has told us of stories of crapping himself, crapping in his buddy's cat box at a party, crapping in his snow suit, and swimming through a river of crap in Thailand. So this is only karma coming back at him.

Last week the Lumpster took his family from the frozen tundra of the midwest to the beautiful sunny west coast. Him, Mrs. Lumpy and the little Lump took a couple flights out to Cali. On one such flight, Little Lump (LL) is giggling and waving at people as they board, then as they sit and then as they try to sleep. Big Lump (BL) has LL on his shoulder and he is just grinning and hollering. So the guy behind him taps him on the arm. Their conversation is below.

Guy - Hey buddy.

BL - Yes, pal?

Guy - Nice kid.

BL - Thanks, comrade.

Guy - You gots a wipe or something?

BL - Wipe?

Guy - You know, a baby wipe so I can wipe his puke off my pants.

BL - OH MY. I am so sorry. Let me get you a drink.

Guy - No problem. It will be worth it just to watch you wipe all the puke off your back.

BL - OH MY.

So on the flight back. LL is struggling to take a dump. Not like BL hasn't experienced this before. He just runs his happy ass to the store for some ColonBlow 2000. Well the kid is little so he hooks LL with some prune juice. PRUNE JUICE?? First time fathers. So as they land, BL picks up LL off his lap and realizes that junior put a new meaning into the term soiled. Like all of LL's outfit and most of BL's pants. Try playing that off while getting off the plane.

Stewardess - Nice flight?

BL - Why yes. We had.....

Stewardess - AHHHH. Sir, you have shit all over your pants.

Banged Up Lip

So little man number five had a cavity filled today. They numb his mouth and his lip. They told the wife not to let him eat for a few hours. Wifey learned that you must watch him at all times in the grocery store. Obviously he got a hold of some carrots and was going to town chewing them down. The only problem was he was also gnawing his lip like it was a piece of taffy. But he couldn't feel it and it was gushing blood. So now he looks like this. At least it wasn't on MY shift.

Christmas Tree Downtown

I have been a little lax in my postings, been a little busy. So let me try to catch you up while my little man watches 'Wow, Wow, Wubzy' and the other kids are playing hide-and-seek and screaming and, in all likelihood, destroying my house. Today was dentist day for monsters number four and five. And monster five had a cavity. Couple hundred out of my pocket. Great day. But he was a trooper and didn't cry so I will try not to cry over the bill.

So here is the family in front of the big tree.




This is the tree by itself.




This is the Wisconsin tree in honor of Lumpy who gave the heads up on the parking garage we used again this year.



Speaking of the garage, it was kinda full. There were several parties going on in the building. So it was hard finding a space. Of course, we are driving the biggest vehicle ever made. That made it even more fun. So imagine me standing behind the tank, trying to get the wife to back it up because I made her go down a tunnel that we didn't have the clearance for while Nosaj is behind us trying to backup and there are party goers just trying to get around us to get to their party. The wife was pissed, I was a bit buzzed from dinner and Nosaj and his old lady were battling. A regular riot in the garage we were. We finally got parked in some monthly parking only spots and went on to the trees.

Did I mention that I slept until well past nine on Sunday morning because we went to church on Saturday? I couldn't tell you the last time I slept that late. Hell I played poker the weekend before and didn't get to bed till close to three and I was up at 7 the next morning with the kids. (Yes poker boys. I had to play with others since you won't set up a game.) This was definitely a good break. When I say we went to church, I really mean it. Saturday was a Day of Obligation. Basically a bonus church day scattered throughout the year to keep you on your toes. So we went to Arlington and hit a Latin mass (Yes the whole thing is in a foreign language. And it lasts forever.) and followed that up with an hour at the playground and then back to church for the regular mass.

Did I tell you I went to dinner with this guy recently??

Lumpy and the Bird

After looking at these pictures from Lumpy, I can conclude a couple of disturbing things.

1. Obviously food tastes good in the midwest because Lumpy doesn't look anorexic.

2. Despite what most of you are thinking, that whole bearded look really, really works for him.

3. Firepits = Fun for Wisconsinites.

4. There are about a dozen working stiffs in that neighborhood that thought they had done good for their family. They had worked 60 hour weeks to get a nice house in a nice upper middle class midwest neighborhood. They had avoided life's traps, gambling, drugs, alcohol. They had made something of themselves. Then they wake up on a glorious Thanksgiving morning, appreciating their life even more. Until they throw back the shades and see Lumpy in his Packers jacket smoking from the hookah and swilling beer at seven in the morning. Where did it all go wrong?

Babies Everywhere

There is another baby in the family. Guess what?? Again, it is not mine. This is great. My sister had her first tonight. She hasn't named him yet so I am going with Leroy. Maybe it will catch on. And Captain Redneck is going to be a grandfather yet again. Those hillbillies are breeding almost as quick as my family.

Post Bird

I was waiting for Lumpy to send me pictures before I posted this but he has failed me again. Supposedly he fried a turkey and smoked a turkey for Thanksgiving. He said they turned out well but, alas, no pictures.

My Thanksgiving was actually good. Any time you have to go on the road, there is always the possibility of static. We had to travel to the Nosaj house for the second time in a week. (Actually went a third time for turkey soup on Sunday night) We wisely waited until the Green Bay game was over before we made the five minute trek. If you remember last year, we ran out of gas on the same five minute trek. Fortunately the wife didn't leave us on empty this year.

The food was good and there were no issues or battles. And Nosaj actually had good beer, Heineken. Of course, the father in law complained. That is what he does best.

So let's get to the funny stuff that everybody likes. I got my car inspected but it failed for front tires, so now I am sporting a big rejection sticker. I plan on waiting the full 15 days before I get them fixed. The wife's grandmother said I looked like I gained weight. Not like I haven't seen this crazy old woman in a while, it had only been a couple weeks, so I told her politely to bite my ass. Nosaj bought a fire pit for the back yard. But he couldn't afford any friends so he sits out there at night, starts a fire, gets a chair from the deck and drinks beer and surfs the web in the middle of his yard. You can take the boy out of Wisconsin, but you can't take the Wisconsin out of the boy.

Here are some pictures of my time off.

Me, the wife, and Nosaj enjoying some bird.



Results of letting the crazy old lady put the pie away.



Hey, one of these kids is actually not mine.



Haha. No one is watching me.



Sunset at Nosaj's house.



The Nosaj bird.



The leaves turning colors on Skyline Drive?



NO. Just a fall day before all these friggin leaves cover my yard, which they did, they very next day.

Before the Holiday

I am not sure if I mentioned it or not, but the McRib is back. I have had six since I found out two weeks ago. I have to keep this body going somehow. Speaking of eating, I attended my niece's birthday party yesterday at Nosaj's house. He actually had decent beer and food. I kept waiting for him to fire up the grill but I guess finger food is better than no food. To his defense, he was all sore and in pain. He said it was from working, but the father-in-law had just whooped his ass on the golf course. So I have to assume that the injury was all for show. Regardless, the food was sufficient. Turkey day is also at the Nosaj mansion and I am going to be HUNGRY, so I hope he doesn't burn the bird.

Saturday Night Fever

Here are the scary pictures from our 70's Murder Mystery party over the weekend. As you can see, the local Goodwill made a killing off of us. And Beer makes you think you look less foolish than you really do.

In Memory of Sebastian

Saturday our cat Sebastian went to the great scratching post in the sky. He will be missed.



This is an older picture of the man. He is in the center.

Aaron Jones

Ever heard of Aaron Jones? You will. Just like when you saw that crazy video on late night MTV with this girl in the Catholic school uniform. You said wow this is new, this is a catchy tune. A month or two later and Britney was ruling the world. This is that same thing. You are catching Aaron on the way up. He is a truly remarkable singer and spoken worder. Check out his Myspace pages. He sings Sparks and Long Way Home. All the spoken word tunes are him too. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Maybe we can convince him to release an album.

Aaron Jones the singer.

Aaron Jones the spoken worder.

The World is Turning Gay

Last week J.K. Rowling announced that Dumbledore is gay. Now this hag hasn't made enough money, she needs to invite the homosexual crowd to the table? Does everyone in the world have to be gay now? Is that where we are headed? Take a look at this picture. This wedding couldn't be more gay if it was two dudes getting married in a sausage factory while watching Will and Grace. Don't they have anything better to do in Wisconsin?

Pics for a Friday

SteelerFanBoy loves him some Photoshop. Here we have his latest work. Or is it real? For some reason, I can really see The Schweet wearing that suit.Supposedly



This is The Schweet on Halloween going to the big boy/girl mixer.


This is The Sandwich Artist at the same mixer. There was a rumor that he had a girlfriend recently but it was unconfirmed.



Although it is not racially sensitive, Chuey looks dapper in his sombrero.

Take, take another little piece of my heart

First here is a little sample of the great food you missed out on if you weren't at my house this weekend.




Now here is a picture of the newest addition to my family. I came home today to find a furry new friend. I guess I was kind of vague when I said 'No more pets'. So now we have a guinea pig. I am so glad I wear the pants in this family.

Silence

At 9:04 P.M. on Saturday evening, I heard nothing. All the kids were in bed, the wife was busy checking her mail and I had the t.v. on mute. No sound. No disturbance. Now let me take you back about six hours before that. It was a party for my four year old and it was in full swing. Now we have had decent size get-togethers at my house. How can you not have many people when just my family is already party sized. But this was bigger. We even bussed a couple people in from Florida just to make sure we had enough. I think the total was 52, give or take a few, most of which were children. At one time, my mother attempted to count them all and gave up. There were just too many in too many places. They were in the woods, on the trampoline, in the driveway, in the playroom, in bedrooms, in the kitchen. Oh my were they in the kitchen. You would have thought it was feeding day at the zoo. These monsters were attacking anything that looked like a chip. I am almost positive, somebody lost a finger. By the time, I got to grilling for the herd, it had thinned. I think were back into the thirty something range. Of course, the Weber held up and provided an awesome meal. The father-in-law complained. That's what he does.

And in a surprise move, Coors Lite made an appearance at the crib. I went out and got cases of Yuengling and New Castle and even a little PBR for the Wisconsin natives. But one guy couldn't drink any of those. He was new to the house and I didn't want rumors getting out that Jiggy didn't provide beer. I couldn't stand to see him not drinking. So my father was nice enough to cruise out and snag some Rocky Mountain liquid gold for the man. Another satisfied partier at the Jiggy house.

Funny, Funny Stuff

I almost feel bad about posting this video since I didn't get any harassing phone calls from either Lumpy or Nosaj when the Pack beat the Skins. But still, this is pretty funny. And haven't we all wanted to do this to a Packers fan at some point. Now I have a plan for Turkey day at Nosaj's house.



Come on, that was funny wasn't it.

Not Tiger Woods

I was reminded again this weekend why I don't golf. My father wanted to take my son out on the links so I joined them. I hit my usually array of bad shots, most of them resulting in losing the ball. Or me looking for the ball in tall grass, or woods, or tall grass in woods. I did have one good hole. On the second hole, I hit 3-wood (I don't use the driver much because I hook it much more than the 3-wood) and then 7-wood. That put me a little short of the elevated green. I punched up with an 8-iron and walked over to the cart to get my putter. I joined the other three on the green. There was only three balls and they were all lining up putts. I surveyed the situation and couldn't figure out how mine had flown the green. It hadn't. I sauntered up to the hole to pull the flag and just check. It was there and the ball line was still visible in the dew on the green. So I start hollering and screaming in my dad's backswing. Needless to say, that was the apex of my game and it was all downhill after that.

I also got a math lesson too. There was a twosome in front of us. They consisted of people you might know so I will disguise their names. So Fatherinlawowicz smacks his tee shot a whopping 20 yards. This is followed by Nosajious cranking out about 400 yards, most of it sideways into some fenced in yard. Fatherinlawowicz knocks his next shot most clearly out of bounds to the left. The hole is a dog leg right. Nosajious hits the next shot into the same marshy area to the left. After that we lost track of thier game due to taking our own shots. But somehow they were both able to get up and down from about 200 yards away for birdies or pars. I mean Nosajious was hitting four if he even found his ball, which is a long shot, but who am I to judge.

He Can't Drive 55

I am not sure if I mentioned this before or not, but the Human Tumor can't drive 55. Let me take you back a month or so ago. So as he tells the story, he was driving on a two lane road and the guy in front of him is going slow. He makes the move to pass and the guy speeds up. He speeds up more and the guy speeds up more. They are going down hill. He speeds up more and is finally able to get in front of this other guy. And guess what? There is a cop at the bottom of the hill. So he is given a ticket for 88/50. That is a whopping 38 miles over the speed limit. I guess he won't be paying that ticket through the mail.

Yesterday was court day. Tumor shows up but the cop doesn't. Alright the Tumor is free. NOPE. The prosecutor asks for a continuance. Tumor asks about dropping the ticket since the cop is a no-show. He is told to ask the prosecutor in the hall. This is a transcript of the conversation.

Human Tumor (HT): I thought you guys dropped the ticket if the officer didn't show up?

Prosecutor (P): Let me see the summons.

HT: Here you go.

P: (Stiffling laughter) 38 over? We won't be dropping this.

HT: Any chance you can reduce the charges?

P: This is a take your license away kind of ticket, not a reducing kind of ticket.

HT: OhhhhhK. SO there is no chance you can lower it?

P: I could take your license or look at jail time for this offense.

HT: Hold on a sec. You can't do anything for me?

P: I tell you what I will do. You pay the $250 fine, the court costs and the $1000 extra fee and I won't go after your license.

HT: OK. Sold.

So the Tumor goes back in to court like a lost little puppy, pleads out and pays $650 bucks on the spot. He also gets the bonus of paying $300 a year for the next two years. Slow down Tumor, slow down. Or you could read some of these excuses that got people off.

Catching up with Vacation Pics

Here are some pictures of my recent vacation. I finally got them online. A week with the inlaws and surprisingly no deaths or injuries.





Zoom in for a great view of my Great Pyramid standing alone on the beach. This caused several duplicate attempts by others all along the beach. None compared.







This is the local lighthouse. Nosaj climbed it but we couldn't get him to jump. Wuss.




Nosaj got jealous of the Great Pyramid and began work on this baby turtle.








Me and Nosaj at the Bad Bean.








Since everyone else started imitating my Great Pyramid, I built a football stadium.






This is a picture of a partly eaten Bad Bean burrito. And some Mexican beer.





We were surrounded by Pirates. They were everywhere. These particular Pirates were right next door. We had to keep the doors locked so they wouldn't come aboard. Or eat us.



No really. This is a horse's ass, but NOT Nosaj. Sometimes there is a difference.

Busy, Busy

I have been busy at my new job and haven't had time to write much. Here is a video of me hard at work.

Of news and bowel movements on the fly

Yesterday when I wrote the previous post, I was enjoying vacation. Then things moved to a higher plane yesterday. First I caught up on all the news in ten minutes yesterday morning. Here is what I found out.

1. O.J. either really wants to go to jail or he is truly invincible.

2. A dude put a rattlesnake IN his MOUTH and was in a coma for three days.

3. The Human Tumor drove to WISCONSIN to buy a new truck. I guess they were sold out on the east coast.

4. Surprise. Brittany isn't a good mom.

5. According to Isiah Thomas you can call a chick a bitch ONLY if you are black.

Then I got back to reality and had to experience the red flags all day. The red flags that tell us no swimming. That just means spending. So yesterday we saw a wild pony (free) and hit the shops (not free). And of course we went to the same restaurant we go to every year. It still had bad food and bad service but it was bigger and more crowded this year. The family all still complained and it was just as things should be. Then we hit the outlets and I miss all the good stuff. My son comes running to tell me that a disturbance happened in the Polo outlet. While I was dropping coin somewhere else, it seems an elderly gentelmen wanted to shop til he dropped. Dropped a duece out of his pants as he walked through the store. AND KEPT SHOPPING. I can only hope to some day have the coolness of this dude. Below is a picture before the cleanup on aisle 4. And ailse 5. AND Aisle 6. Dude must have visited Bad Bean Burrito before hand. WOW.

Vacation

This was supposed to go out yesterday. Just got busy having so much fun with my inlaws.
So here I am at the beach. So I am busy having fun and I can't write a whole bunch cause it is so much fun. You jealous yet?

Here are some pics of the Great Pyramid I built on our first day. I built it below the hide tide line to prove a point. Pyramids cannot be destroyed. People came from all around to see it. And the kids built a barrier wall in front to stave off the tide. I told them it was powerful enough without it. Sure enough. It is day three and still some of the pyramid remains. The waves are afraid of it.

The troubling thing is people have no respect for great art. They let their dogs and children walk on it. The first night two old people used the barrier wall as a friggin park bench, just taking in the view of the ocean. And yesterday on day two, a guy was fishing from the barrier wall. Now it is not like I am directly in front of public beach access. I am in the middle of a block. So dude had to walk from the corner of the block, walk the beach like five or six houses, and decide to sit his lazy ass on my retaining wall. Probably an illegal anyways. (You like that E?)

Here are some quick pics. Oh, btw, GO SKINS. WOOHOO. How you like that Schweet?

Teach em Early

Just one last football note. How do you ensure you will have decent children? Don't let them be Cowboys fans. How do you do that? See below.

Dear God, I love the Internets

I just can't get enough of the wife working in the evening. Just think, if she was here I probably wouldn't get to watch Monday Night Football AND find my new best friend Eddy J. Check out his web page This especially goes out to Lumpy and Nosaj and their misguided love affair with all things green and cheesy.

Here is EddyJ or is it Lumpy?

Football is Back

I am sitting here watching the Ravens continue to turn the ball over to the Bengals and yet are still winning. Over the weekend, I like all red blooded homo men, participated in a fantasy football league. Fantasy = fake = not real. But everybody is doing it. So I traded Romo and he had a huge game. And I tried to trade McNabb and he had an average game. But the rub there is, I tried to trade him to The Schweet but he chose to trade for Eli Manning. It was a good move considering Eli had a huge numbers game. Oh wait, Eli is hurt for over a month??? Wow. I will be awaiting your call tomorrow Schweet. All this gay talk is just a setup for this video I found. Since I gave you Ebone last week screaming about his Bills, here is Lumpy serenading his MAN. Enjoy.

Mountain Man

It is Monday night and it is late. I want to run through this blog quickly. Here is the weekend. Friday I worked from home and then ran some errands. Nothing too exciting. I finished up my work from home a little early and I called Lumpy. He was also working from home on Friday. His consisted of watching men work at his house. Lumpy is the man.

Saturday was yard work. The yard now looks like a park or nature preserve. It looks sweet. Basically I edged it this time. The neighbor that doesn't like me actually stopped me just to chit-chat. I was surprised. I expected him to attack me but it was all good. I must be rubbing off on him.

Sunday was Church and chilling. I didn't do too much. That was a good thing.

Monday was the holiday. So what does the old lady suggest? Hiking in the mountains. Wow. Didn't see that coming. I was jazzed. No big deal. I just took the kids on two miles by myself a few weeks ago. Not a problem. There is, I realized, a difference between two miles on a battlefield which FLAT and two and a half miles on MOUNTAIN which is STEEP and the difference wasn't the half mile. We walked straight down a mountain to see a waterfall. I expected Niagra when I got there. Then we had to hoof it straight up to get back to the car. I fully was prepared to just lay there on a rock and wait for the rangers. I was beat. The wife and I carried various children for various parts of the trip. They all seemed to have fun though. Except the baby, or as I like to call her, Satan's child. She wouldn't let me carry her to save my life. Save the wife's actually. The poor woman was beat down. And as soon as I tried to grab the little winch, she would scream and carry on and beat me about the head and face. She almost got a first hand look at a quick descent down the side of the mountain. Here are some pics. Enjoy.

WTF????

Don't you know it. I finish writing a blog. I am ready to go to sleep and I just have to check out one more blog. Of course it ended badly. I stopped by WithLeather the sports blog. And what do I find? Friggin Ebone doing an interview. SOB. This is awesome. You go Ebone. Go Bills. Go friggin Buffalo. Woohoo.



Was that not awesome?

Richard Jewell

Richard Jewell died today. You know him. He was the guy that got blamed for the Olympic Park bombing in 1996. Do you think Eric Robert Rudolph is smiling today. I mean the dude blew people up and Jewell gets blamed. I bet he was laying there in the woods, eating bugs and saying, woohoo they blamed the fat guy. Seriously, I get all giggly when somebody else gets blamed for my fart. This dude got blamed for a bombing. Rest in peace buddy.

On a lighter note, here are some pics.


This is freaky. I have always seen locust shells but never seen an actual locust until now. This dude was leaving the shell.


Our relatives in Fla always shower us with gifts. This one was oh so appropriate. Mr. Mischievious. Oh yes he is.


Here is Nosaj serving. I am sure I sent this one back.


The Jiggy in action.

Now I complain about the garden all the time but it has actually been really good. Below are some pics.