Port Farms

Wrapped up like a little caterpillar.

He was prepared for the trip to the farms!

There was some pretty extreme animal feeding...

...and there was some vegetable launching as well.

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The Ninja and Last Name make two of the best companions for heading out into the cold.

Well, Last Name can clear a van with his diaper, but other than that he's cool.

(I'm just glad my eyes aren't burning anymore.)

Winder scrapin' time is here again.

The riding season is officially over.  Not that it makes much difference.  I can't recall the last time I rode.

Holy Bad Morning, Batman

I woke up this morning on the couch after having some seriously weird dreams.
The Three Stooges were on TV.
That explains the dreams.

Also, I thought I had an accident during the night because my pants were soaked.  I was thinking "great it's time to buy some adult diapers".

(In thinking about that comment, Last Name Baby's diapers would probably fit me since my tookis is so small.  But anywho.)

It wasn't an accident, however.  I had an icepack on my knee when I dozed off.  It leaked all over the place.  Knee felt better, but it was a tad chilly!

So I took a shower and changed into dry clothes, and decided that I wanted to have a smoke.  So I walked like a zombie out to the deck to sit on the stairs.

I went face first off the deck into mud.

(Maybe next time I will look to see how close I am to the stairs so I don't just....walk off the deck.)

Back into the house I go to once again get new clothes, and to take another shower.

The hot water was all gone this time.  Cold shower.

Then I went into work.  Which is where I am now.

At least I watched where I was walking when I went down the flight of steps to the shop.  The morning is getting better already.

G Man New Baby

G Man took the day off work yesterday.
His wife was having a baby!
Congrats to the two of 'yuns. 

G Man is dad extreme.

Total G-Ness

The G Man in his cubicle.  Working away.

Trying to get things right.

That's what guys like he and I do.

We try to make things right.

Big things on our minds.

G, don't fret.

And I'll try not to as well.

Word.

Lovely Miss Thang had some surgery today.
Get well soon, girl!

Fresh Air

He was all tuckered out.

Ghost Walk 2011

The spirits were restless in Trumbull County...

They had several ghoulish stories to tell...

(This is an actual, award-winning pic, taken yesterday at the Ghost Walk.)

Awesome Marsha and I got to go to the last tour of the year for the Ghost Walk!

It was a bit chilly, according to Awesome...but we still had a great time.

Stories

The Hollyhock Club story, this time told through the eyes of one of the singer/dancers.  This is always an excellent tale.  The Hollyhock Club was the number one speakeasy in Trumbull during prohibition.

Story of the clairvoyant who investigated the ghosts of the Klein family.  This eerie tale takes place at the Cortland Opera House.  I was so frightened.

Lady in the graveyard.  This is one of my favorites.  It was told differently this year, with two people instead of one.

The suicide of Henry Bishop Perkins.  He was found dead in 1900, laying in the riverbed.  He shot himself with a revolver.

The tale of the honey bee witch.  This one was quite interesting.  Evidently this lady could make bees produce 2X the honey.  The honey lovers obviously missed her when she mysteriously disappeared.

The underground railroad conductor.  Talk about a great story!  It was actually one with a lot of comedy in it, as well as being a story of the brave conductors on the underground railroad.

The slave on the underground railroad.  This one was really well done, by a young man who portrayed a slave.  This story was tied into the conductor story very nicely.

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My halloween season has rocked so far.  There have been some scary movies (even though I don't get to see a whole one usually), a great play (Sweeney Todd), and now the event I look forward to every year.

Hopefully I don't miss it next year!

Chef Returns

The Chef came home from the hospital today.
He seems to be doing OK.
Good.  Now we can get back to man things like shooting, as soon as he is fully recovered.
Welcome home, Chef.

Play

Wildman, Amber, Ninja, and myself went to see Sweeney Todd at the playhouse.

(Evidently he is the demon butcher of Fleet Street.)

Gruesome fun!

The stage props were pretty decent.  Good Ole Todd was dropping people through a hole in the floor after slashing their throats and everything!

The next time Sweeney Todd is at the playhouse, I suggest everyone goes.  It's a murderous good time!

Get Well Soon, Chef

My homey the Chefster was sent to the ER from work today.

Our man date at the shooting range had to be cancelled.

When he gets better, he has a box of super-ass kickers (9mm's) to try out.

Get well soon, big guy.

Even the hot nurses want you to get better.

I Want

This place has changed me.
I am in such a mood for some seafood.
I want some steak and lobster, and....yeah some shrimp would be great.  Of course, steak isn't see food.  But still.

I also want some whiskey.  You know, my gold standard Jim Beam.

I want a stogie.  Maybe a Phillies Titan that spent a week in my humidor.

I'd love a dip, but it's time to cut back or quit.  So I'm OK without.

But gosh darnit, I really want some seafood.

Lunch

Why thank you, Ninja.

Scrum-dillie-icious indeed.

movie night

snacks, beer, motorcycles, stogie, and a movie.

i found a way to have all those at once.

which means i watched a movie out in the garage.

now that was actually a good time.

Bacon With My Beer

Three B's is the best place to go for some brews.

They give you bacon when you order a beer!

Now that's simply the greatest idea ever!

(Though not really the healthiest.)

Gman, Giant, and I hung out for a few hours.  We sat and joked and drank and grubbed on bacon.

Then the owner walked up and started to chat with us.

A half hour later he was like our best friend.

I even got a hug and an "I love you" from him.

Because everyone seems to love me these days.

Hugs are the best.  Even if they are from a big, muscular black man that smells like bacon.

I love bacon.

I love beer.

I love hugs.

So I instantly loved Three B's.

Fortune Cookies

A group of us went out for Party Friday to the local Chinese Buffet.
The Dude was MIA today, so we all missed him.

When we got back, Willie walked over to my desk and placed a postit note on it.  It read:

"That explains why I am so poor."

Then he placed his fortune on top and it read something like:

"Through your kindness you will reach great success."

I opened mine, and it was the exact same fortune.

So I walked over to his cubicle and said "me too".

For some reason we thought this was hilarious.

New Range Membership

Well the Chef put in a good word for me, and I am now a member of the gun club.

I am still accustomed to shooting outdoors, but the nice thing about this place is that I can shoot even when there's pouring rain outside.

That, y'all, is totally sweet.

Chef and I went there tonight to have me "sworn in", and of course we sent some lead downrange.

I brought the bippy and the JHP.  The bippy still kicks like a mule but that's about it.  I need to practice with it again so I can get back to hitting the target reliably with it.

Oh, and of course the JHP was as reliable as ever.  Let me think...close to a thousand rounds and no jams?

Not bad for a 200.00 gun.

It was a nice night out with the Chef, and it's great to have a second place to shoot!

pro ass 2011

The foursome was Wildman, Ranman, Willie, and the Stickman.

Talk about beautiful weather.  I mean it was spectacular.

We all had a great time, and I'm glad to have been there.

Oh, and I wore Wildman's wife's sunglasses the whole time.  I was a stud with those diamond studded shades.

flu shot

they gave flu shots at work.

chicken eggs injected into our bodies.  totally sweet.

my arm almost fell off.

super k took it worse though.  poor guy almost died.

he took it like a man though.  he's tough.

New Range

The Chef and I hung out at an indoor range.

I couldn't hit the broadside of Rosie O'Donnell's arse.

Chef made his targets into confetti.

Even with a poor session, it was a great time.

Otters!

Jr. Wildman checked his balance before the game, to make sure all his recent investments were kosher.

His funds were all there, and he just looked up at us and said "yeah".

This kid was so pumped to be going to the game.  I mean PUMPED.

Above are the Zambonis.  Trust me, it was one of the highlights of the game, aside from some brawls we got to see.

Regardless of the poopy performance of the Otters, Jr. was super pumped the whole time.

He coined the phrase "GO HOCKEY!", by yelling it 140,145 times during the game.  I think he was the biggest fan out there.  The Otters owe him some regard.

Some little girl in the row in front of us was hypnotized by Jr's manliness, so he made all of the guys proud and made sure to flirt with Miss Thang while his admirer watched.  She was so jealous.

But Miss Thang was a good trade up anyway, so we all just nodded our heads in approval....even her husband, Willy.

Wildman has a second man in the house.  Only difference is, this kid loves sports.  Wildman can usually go all year without paying any attention to them.

Thanks for a great time, Wildman.

• Party Friday was at the standard Mexican joint.  Good Eats there.  Willy drove the Dude and I.  Two of the best Party Friday partners.
• Kicked ass in the office on Saturday.  Focused on layout drawings.
• Went to an Otters game with Wildman, Jr. Wildman, Steve, Willy, and Miss Thang.  Otters played dirty and lost the game.  Got to see a few fights on the ice, which would be the highlight of the game.
• Kicked ass in the office today.  Focused on layout drawings again.  I'm working at light speed to put myself in good shape on the job finally.
• Listening to the Browns game.  Watching the Buffalo game.  Amazed at Buffalo, Detroit, and Washington (go 'Skins!) so far this year.  Hopeful for the Browns.