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
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
That just looks like a good time.
Friday, October 26, 2007
[Z- Nice pic of Megan and Finnegan]
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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
- 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.
- 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
Monday, October 15, 2007
These two little rugrats are awesome.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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
Not to mention it's just pretty.
Friday, October 5, 2007
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.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
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
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
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.