Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Gone but not forgotten




Even when he knew that his condition was most likely terminal, his true character revealed itself:


Goulet was in good spirits as he waited for a lung transplant, even telling
doctors before they inserted a breathing tube, "Just watch my vocal cords," his
wife said.


He was 73.






Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Drop in

Maybe next time they re-pave Mt. Rose Highway I'll think about investing in the suit. I love that he has to check his speed for the tool on the motorcycle. And the music...well...perfect.



That just looks like a good time.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Please don't eat me


Please don't eat me
Originally uploaded by Zack Sheppard.
Ah, one of the true joys of being a new parent: letting your little one know that at any time, they can be put right back inside your belly. This method will be effective for at least 2 years.

[Z- Nice pic of Megan and Finnegan]

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Humbled

The thing about hunting Chukar in Nevada is the first time you hunt them for fun, and every time after that you hunt them for revenge. At least that's what "they" tell me. They are right about it this time, as I must now seek cold, sweet revenge on those damned birds. As cocky as my last post was in it's efforts to manifest a great weekend hunt, it was unsuccessful, and I have again been humbled by that wily bird. I had a great season last year (as did so many other Chukar hunters), but this year is clearly going to be rough, with very few birds and seasoned, wise ones that don't let you get too close.


Fortunately for my buddy, Kyle, my dog, Bodie kept us from coming home empty handed...sure he may be a lab who doesn't point the same way a shorthair can, but his nose always finds the birds when they're down. Kyle's a great hunter who had come up empty-handed two weeks in a row before finally getting his first 2 birds of the season on Sunday...so I don't feel SO bad.

But I'm still a little pissed about getting the old "Pepe-le-Pew" (skunked).


Friday, October 19, 2007

List

I don't know what to blog about today, so I think I'll make a list of things I need to do over the weekend, starting with when I get off of work. Think of it as like a forcast of what I would Twitter about all weekend if I actually did the Twitter thing.

- Go see Keith & Kristina's new baby, Zoe. Congratulations.
- Pick up munchkin's from mom's.
- Feed Bodie.
- Cocktail. Dinner.
- Bedtime for kids. Wife time or movie time...my money is on the movie, though.
- Wake up and small prep hike/run on ditch w/ the Bodhisahtva and Sean.
- Home, feed Bodie, honey-do's.
- Open up office for Vic and his indie-movie shoot homies.
- Shop vac and pipe insulation to rental house. Winterize.
- Confirm office not burned down and no porno being made. Lock office.
- Feed Bodie.
- Fam-time.
- Clean shotguns, load camelback, get bag ready, set coffeemaker.
- Try to sleep.
- Pre-dawn coffee, load jeep, pick up Kyle.
- Drive to Fallon secret spot.
- Locate and kill 6 chukar.
- High 5's.
- Back to Reno.
- Feed and congratulate Bodie for finding both triples...or all three doubles. Either way, I'm cool.
- Sunday night football with extended fam.
- Call it a weekend.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Hey Stupid


Thanks to the effervescent M. Ronhaar for turning me on to this post by my new hero, the blogger who writes "Hey Stupid". It's about American Gladiators dressing up for Halloween. It's even funnier than it sounds. Read it or suck.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Holding down the fort

Marissa took off to San Francisco on Friday to celebrate her oldest sister's 50th birthday with all the girls. While they were wining and dining in the City, the kids and I had our own special time together at home. It's not very often that I get one-on-one time like this (two-on-one in this case), where there are no distractions, no work, no other people besides me and my two little shorties. It was killer. We took a couple of bike rides, walked Bodie to the park where, despite the soccer games going on, we managed to find a nice big stretch of grass to throw the ball and run around. We watched movies, took naps, wrestled, and just hung out together. We basically did nothing special, and it was super special to be the only parent around to get hugs and kisses, change every diaper, make every bottle, clean up every mess, and make every meal (save for a McDonalds stop for lunch yesterday...it's been like 2 months since I've been, and it's a total treat for kids, so sue me, I ate fast food, okay!).









These two little rugrats are awesome.



Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Dream On

I have been infatuated with the concept of reusing storage containers in creative ways such as high-end residential and retail applications. There are more and more designers around the world embracing this concept, and some people so ballsy as to put the idea into motion, such as this sweet ass coffee shop that's going up in NY's Time Warner Center soon.

Although I think I might have a helluva time convincing my wife that we should build one of these sick pads to live in some day, perhaps I could find some secluded lot by a mountain lake and call it an uber-vacation house. It's nice to dream.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

OG

I had the pleasure of playing at the Jack Nicklaus golf course at Old Greenwood yesterday, and although I couldn't hit the ball for s*@t, I was captivated by the beauty and charm of this awesome course, just outside of Truckee, CA. The whole development is ridiculously progressive and sets the bar high for our area when it comes to responsible development. East West Partners utilized guidelines of the Leadership in Energy and Environmental (LEED) rating system established by the U.S. Green Building Council. If that wasn't enough, the course has been built utilizing the stringent Audubon International land management guidelines. Old Greenwood achieved the highest level of certification being awarded an Audubon Signature Gold Level Community. This Audubon Award considers the overall assessment of the property, wildlife habitat enhancement and management, waste management, energy efficiency, water quality and conservation and integrated pest management.



Not to mention it's just pretty.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Time to fatten up.

Ever heard of an Irish Pizza?





Me neither. Nor do I actually believe that the concoction that I devoured at Foley's Irish Pub for lunch today resembled ANYTHING authentically Irish in historic culinarity. (I know, I made it up...lay off me, I just ate an Irish Pizza). Anyway, as you can see by this picture, it consists of a pizza with tomato slices, bangers, Irish bacon, fried eggs and some other stuff that is likely working it's devilish way towards my main artery as I type. Must...finish...blog....

Anyway, the only way to wash down a pizza of this greasitude is with a cold beverage...oat soda variety preferred. My buddy, Ferd, enjoyed the more American Bacon Cheddar Burger...seen below.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Brown to Downtown


The Mexicans are marching. They're pissed about getting targeted during a recent INS raid of local area McDonald's, when several illegal immigrants were scooped up (and apparently some of them were deported).

I saw them on my way out of lunch at India Garden, where everyone still had a job, and the food was delicious.

Apparently, some people beat the 460 or so marchers to their destination (Federal Building) to stage a "counter-protest". Those people got pennies thrown at them by drive-by haters. No racial description of the drive-by penny-tossers was given.



Just plain strange times around the globe right now. I don't even know how to blog on this in a PC fashion. Dangerous territory. I love Mexicans and I love Mexico. I think that anyone making the argument about illigal immigrants needs to consider both sides of the convoluted story that began when we occupied a great big chunk of North-Western Mexico and called it ours. By we, of course, I mean the Ancient, Curly-Cue Moustached Monopoly Guy Americans that started this fantastic capitalistic experiment we call our homeland. I'm not saying that we don't have a very real and more current problem, either. As a tax-paying middle class self-employed cracker, I suffer a vicious medical insurance bill of about $600 every month, and I have to believe that our health care system is strained by those that don't pay their fair share.

How do we fix it all???

This Irish-blooded American is just counting the hours until his 6 O'Clock cocktail...but don't you dare profile me.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Award Show

*Fanfare Erupts*


Last night's recipient of the "Clean Plate Award" was Sean Patrick Egan. In a come-from-behind victory, Sean raced past his 1-year-old sister, Ireland Danielle, and completely decimated every ounce of bbq chicken, green beans and pasta on his plate...all of which was, for the first time in his fledgling career, big-people food. In past efforts, Sean has been partial to microwave chicken fingers and other food-like substances for his nutritional intake. Mother, Marissa, was duly impressed by her son's fierce attack on the new sustenance, and father, Brian takes partial credit for the success, citing his reference to the fact that "Spiderman's favorite food is bbq chicken and green beans...he NEVER eats chicken fingers."

As seen in the picture, the family celebrated this momentous occasion by rewarding Sean with a box of "Dibs" and watching him do a booty-shake dance.

Seriously...I was kinda pissed to not win the "Clean Plate Award" last night. And btw, if you're looking for something else in this blog, look elsewhere...it gets dorky sometimes. Check back in a couple of weeks for stories of slaughter...chukkar slaughter, that is.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Kids Rolling Down A Hill


Kids Rolling Down A Hill
Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
The abusive wind blustered in from the West like a drunken stepfather, knocking children down, down, down the hill to meet their untimely demise.

Actually, that's quite an exaggeration. These kids were just rolling down the grass hill @ Hawkins because such an act needs no explanation, and takes precedent over listening to boring adult acoustic jams on the stage.

Sean's on the right. He started it.