SD 2010

Careful which bars your drunk ass stumbles into this weekend.  Happy Southern Decadence, tourists!

A Random Day

This is what a random day in the French Quarter/Marigny can bring.  All withing about a 3 block radius.  No comments necessary.

To build, or not to build.

A few of these want to be in my backyard.  Nice throwback to the old school desks.  No tables needed!

Pull up a bean bag.

Before you get your panties in a twist about your podcast not downloading correctly....think about how far we've come.

By the way....nice set design, Gail.

No oil.

Went to Destin, FL last weekend.  Pretty standard beach trip besides the fact that I had extraordinary company.  Brandy and Calvin, of course.  We went to the only place that we know of that will accept a large dog with being sneaky.  Constantly trying to hide a very large dog really screws up your relaxation time.

Brandy is someone who knows how to "beach" and that is a hard thing to do with someone who loves the ocean but kinda hates the beach.  Just feed me drinks or pills and the sand doesn't bother me AS MUCH.  It has just never agreed with my fair, freckled, sensitive skin.  Nor does the sun or salt, for that matter.  But she loves it and what with the oil upon us and all.  Guess it's better that we went while we could.

Anyway, we did see a little more sea creature action than normal.  I guess those critters are being drawn inland to feed since the oil is mucking it up out there.  Couple of stingrays, schools and schools of fish (large and small), and a couple of big crabs.  The feeding frenzy at daybreak was pretty unreal and kinda scary.  We found that sunrise and sunset are my best times for the beach.  Although, that is feeding time.  Screw it.  We were the only jackasses in the water.  A bit scary.

So, good times.  Good company.  Good Pomegranate Margaritas.  Successful R & R.

By the way, the guy being buried in the SAND made me want to puke.

THE END

My dog is the cutest ever. Period.

Dammit, Janet.

That's it. I'm getting a horse.

Just funny shit.

http://myexwifesweddingdress.com/

buh-bye crappy concrete rectangle that always bugged me!

With the help of "Kenny the Wrecking Ball" and some trusty tools, this ugly concrete extension of my nice little patio is now history.  Now grow grass, grow!

(you rock, Ken-nay-nay!)