Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Stomache Bugs, Skiing and Shit Kickers

My normally lovely daughter is today my puking daughter. She woke up at 5:30 this morning and has been throwing up every 45 minutes since then. Her mom and brother were sick over the weekend, so I'm not too surprised that she got it too, but it's a weird virus. Aside from the few minutes she spends in the bathroom (or w/ her face in a barf bowl) she seems fine. If it weren't for the up-chucking, I wouldn't believe she was sick. It's really strange. She throws up and then goes back to doing whatever she was doing... surfing the net, playing w/ her dolls, watching tv, etc. There doesn't seem to be any down time. From what I understand, neither her brother nor her mom were that way at all when they had it. Speaking of other people getting it, I hope that if I'm going to get it, it happens today so I can be better by Friday since I'm supposed to go skiing w/ my siblings. They are planning to take me to Nub's Nob as a belated X-mas present. I haven't been skiing since high school and if I have to miss this due to illness, I'll be pissed. Of course, my shoulder is still pretty fucked up, so there's always that reason to avoid the slopes too, not to mention the financial burden a ski trip will place on the old checking account. Regardless of the reasons I should probably stay home, they want to give me this present, so I imagine, as long as my face isn't stuck in the toilet bowl, I'll be heading north on Friday. Apparently, we'll be coming back Saturday night, in which case I might stop off at the Blind Pig to check out the Shit Kicker's Ball featuring Whitey Morgan and a Daisy Duke contest. I can't remember the last time I was there. Maybe in 1999 when I went w/ some friends from out of town to see The Still and tried to get free beer by using Jedi Mind Tricks on the bartender. I'll have to use that approach again. Sooner or later it has gotta work. I can't believe how long it's been since I was there. I used to go there all the time, and I saw some great stuff: Leftover Salmon, Gov't Mule, Deep Space Six, Ekoostic Hookah, String Cheese Incident, etc. Wait a minute, now I remember being there since the Still; we saw Vince Welnick there a couple years ago. What a waste of time that shit was.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007


I just got off the phone w/ the guy at the garage where I took my car. There are two garages w/in walking distance and I took mine to Sam's Auto Repair as they are across the street from one another and I couldn't make the turn to cross the street w/out stalling. Since I needed a close place, i didn't have time to check the Car Talk Mechanic Files. It turns out that Sam's ain't on it, but that's neither here nor there. I answered the phone and the guy (whom I can only assume isn't actually Sam) asked me how many months I'd been driving w/ the engine light on. I explained that it came on last summer, but I got the oil changed and added fuel injecter cleaner and the light went off (which is true). It turns out he assumed it'd been on for months because it's so fucked up. It needs a new exhaust system and some work on a couple valves... meaning a shit load of money I don't have. I was expecting maybe $600 in repairs... times that shit by 4. I really like my car, it's never given me any problems until now, and it's almost paid off. I don't know what to do. I checked the blue book value, and it's still worth doing I suppose, but fuck!

Monday, February 26, 2007

And who are you wearing?

For last night's Oscar celebration, you would have found the writer of this blog in a nice understated Liquid blue t-shirt, lavender w/ the words "Grateful Dead" written in darker purple. His ensemble was accented by a long plaid robe from Land's End and plaid pajama pants from Izod. He made quite a fashion faux pas in that the plaids were different and didn't play off one another well. I'm sure he'll be rethinking that decision today after the fashionistas attack.
As far as my response to that non-sense goes, here we go:
* Peneope Cruz needs to eat a fucking sandwhich
* Helen Mirren has fantastic tits for a 62 year old woman
* Ellen DeGeneres is as big a douchebag as anyone
* Tom Cruz is well spoken for an asshat
* Forrest Whitaker is fantastic
* Had Al Gore been willing to be funny 2 years ago, he'd be president right now
* I guess I need to see The Departed, but I've always had issues w/ Marky Mark
* George Lucas never looks comfortable in his own skin
* Coppola and Spielberg loved making fun of Lucas... that was funny
* Kate Winslet is still awesome: Nominated 5 times and she's only 31: that has to be some sort of record. Sooner or later she'll get what she deserves. She may win an Oscar some day too.
* That was the shoddiest production in Oscar history
* Will Smith's kid handled his fuck up pretty well
* The people who stand outside on the red carpet and comment on everyone's wardrobe should be rounded up and put in front of a fucking firing squad.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

To the Beer Fest and Beyond

Yesterday was great once I dropped the kids off at their mom's place. Up until then kinda sucked though. My son got a stomache bug in the middle of the night and was up puking. I felt so bad for him, but I know he was happy to be w/ his mom while he was sick. Once I dropped them off, I went to the Corner Brewery and we took the bus to Lansing. They had Corner Brewery IPA on the bus, and I had three while rolling up US 23 and I 96. When we got there, we had breakfat w/ some kids we met on the bus at a little hole-in-the-wall Mexican place called Torres Taco House on Grand River. At least I think that's what it's called. I've been searching on-line for a few minuites and that's the one that seems closest to wear we were. The Huevos Rancheos are great. Then began our drinking. We had 12 tokens; each got us a 4 oz cup to sample (many place gave a lot more than 4 ozs though. We met up w/ Wendy and Pete and Georgina and Andy and had a ridiculous time. The band was pretty good too, as far as cheesey 70s rock cover bands are concerned. They played your basic assortment of Zepplin, The Who, Jethro Tull. Right at the end, while we were all pretty lit, this older, fat guy from Sarnia. He started talking to Wendy because of her Red Canada hat assuming she was from there. She told him she was from Alberta and came in just for the festival. I almost lost it then, but it only got weirder. Pete then started talking to him but introduced himself as me at which point I had to claim to be him and then introduced Wendy as my wife. Fucking w/ that dude was great. I don't know why everyone started lieing to him, but it was well worth it. We then had to get back on the bus at which point the girl who had breakfast w/ us passed out as her boyfriend proceeded to laugh at her.

Today has been nothing but shit though. My car is broken down so I can't go get my kids and S can'tt bring them back herself because of the icey roads. I think there's some ice in the fuel line or something because it's not accelorating properly. When I floor it, I can only get up to about 25 or 30 mph. It's really pissing me off. We were planning to go ice-skating today and watch the end of a mini-series we started a couple nights ago for movie night, Around the World in 80 Days w/ Pierce Brosnan as Phileas Fog and Eric Idle as Passepartout. It's a fun version: much better than the 1956 film. So good, in fact, that I almost want to read the book. Anyway, back to my complaint: she was supposed to bring the kids by when she picked up the furnature she's been planning to take, the china cabinet, the buffet, and the dresser. She've been claiming she'd be by to get this stuff for weeks and I've had it all empty waiting for her, but she keeps putting it off. I even brough her her bookshelf yesterday and brought her other bookshelf and her rocking chair downstairs today to make it easier for her. This divorce shit is getting old.

In Carling Cup news, Arsenal lost 2-1 to Chelsea. It was a great game though and the Arsenal kids almost pulled it off. Walcott scored first, a beautiful goal in the 12th minute. I think it's his first for the first team too. Drogba soon equalized though w/ an offside goal that wasn't disallowed. He scored again towards the end, and that goal was actually pretty nice. The game ended in a rather odd way though as there were given 7 minutes of extra time (due to a nasty kick to Terry's face that halted the game for quite a while) in which a bench clearing fight broke out and even the coaches were on the field. Adebayor and Toure got red cards for Arsenal as did Mikel for Chelsea. In the squabbling that surrounded it, Lampard and Fabregas both got yellows. It was weird and it was a game Arsenal would have won if not for the shady off-side goal. The game, just being the Carling Cup, wasn't on tv today, so I watched it on this sweet site I found: Live-Footy.They have free streams from all over the world. I had to watch an Eastern European broadcast though. I think it was Ukranian, but I'm not certain. It could have been Russian or maybe from the Czech Republic. Speaking of weird soccer shit, check out this footage of the best penalty kick save ever.

Friday, February 23, 2007

If you liked beer like I like beer then we'd like beer the same

Tomorrow, I'm going to the Winter Beer Festival w/ Stacey up in Lansing. We're supposed to take a bus from the Corner Brewery on which we can drink the whole way there and back and apperently there will be music on the bus too. I suppose it's just CDs, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed for some live stuff. All it needs is a fucking omlette dude and this is heaven. Once there, we get 12 drink tokens w/ which we can choose from a bunch of local Michigan brews. I imagine the 12 samples are relatively small, but 12 is still a lot and after the bus ride there and back I can't imagine I'll be standing upright on the ground. Maybe I need to get a beer-cozy.Here's the list:

Arcadia Brewing Co.
Hopmouth Double IPA
Cocoa Loco Chocolate Stout
Cereal Killer Barley Wine
Big Dick’s Olde Ale
Nut Brown Ale
London Porter
Arbor Brewing
Duggie Style Red
Steamroller Russian Imperial Stout
Jackhammer Old Ale
Sacred Cow IPA
Atwater Block Brewery
Voodoovator Doppelbock
Vanilla Java Porter
Salvation IPA
Bastone Brewery
Belgian Triple
Imperial Stout
Belgian Wit
Big Rock Chop House
India Pale Ale
Keller Pils
Russian Imperial Stout
Black Lotus Brewing Co.
Detroit Hip Hops IPA
The Gift Belgian
McCaddy Shack Double Bagger Scotch Ale
World Wide Winter Wheat
Bonfire Brewery
Promethean Porter
Burning Brand Bitter
Every Minute IPA - cask
Bourbon Barrel Aged Red - cask
Chocolate Milk Stout
Corner Brewery
Espresso Love Breakfast Stout
Phat Abbot Belgian Dubbel
Phat Abbot Belgian Tripel
Brasserie Blonde
Dark Horse Brewing Co.
Tres Blueberry Stout
Too Cream Stout
One Oatmeal Stout
Boffo Brown Ale
Crooked Tree IPA
Double Crooked Tree IPA
Fra Fra Elderbrown Ale
Reserve Special Black Ale
Detroit Beer Co.
Winter Spice Beer
The Detroit Dwarf
Dragonmead Microbrewery
Final Absolution
Lancelot’s Cream Ale
Bourbon Barrel-aged Imperial Stout
Under the Kilt Wee Heavy
Big Larry’s Pale Ale
Fort Street Brewery
Motor City Mocha
Downriver Red
Snow Way
hIgh-BU-tifull Imperial IPA
Founders Brewing Co.
Devil Dancer
Imperial Stout
Backwoods Bastard
Red’s Rye
Grand Rapids Brewing Co.
Bourbon Barrel Double IPA
Bourbon Barrel Imperial Stout
Framboise Lambic
River City Red
Great Baraboo Brewing Co.
Boston Blackstone Porter
Spirit of ‘06 Winter Ale
Grizzly Peak Brewing Co.
Sheerwater IPA - cask
Final Repose Ale - cask
Bear Paw Porter - cask
The Hideout Brewing Co.
Belgian Tripple
Imperial Stout
Hazelnut Stout IPA
Jolly Pumpkin Artisan Ales
Bam Biere
Madrugada Obscura
Maracaibo Especial
King Brewing Co.
Two Fisted Old Ale IPA
Irish Red
Kuhnhenn Brewing Co.
Metry’s Winter Lager
American IPA
Bourbon Barrel Imperial Stout
Wheat Wine 2002
Penetration Porter
Dark Heathen Tripple Bock
Simcoe Silly
Lily’s Seafood
Everest Ale
Wicked Winter Warmer
Laniappe Lager
Bourbon Street Brown
The Livery
Dark Czech Lager
Carvana Red Ale
Liverator Doppelbock
Trippel Weizenbock
Barrel Aged Cousin Jax
Telewhacker Winter Brown
Michigan Brewing Co.
Celis White
Imperial IPA
Peninsula Porter
Bourbon Russian
New Holland Brewing Co.
Mad Hatter
Red Tulip
Dragon’s Milk
Pilgrim’s Dole
The Poet
North Peak Brewing Co.
Imperial Stout
Wee Heavy Scotch Ale
Pale Ale
Rochester Mills Beer Co.
Belgian Trippel
Bourbon Barrel Imperial Pilsner
Amarillo Pale Ale
2003 Imperial Stout
Double Dryhopped IPA - cask
Royal Oak Brewery
Brewhouse ESB
Royal Oak Red
Plesz’ures IPA
Abbey Normal
Screamin’ Steam
Enfers Belgian Strong Ale
Kilt Tiltin’ Scotch Ale
Euphoriale 2006
Saugatuck Brewing Co.
Kaiser Rausch
British Best Bitter
Schmohz Brewing Co.
Hopknocker IPA
Bone Crusher Stout
Kiss My Scottish Arse Scotch Ale
Miracle Off 28th Street Old Ale
In Your Face IPA
Sherwood Brewing Co.
Anisette Imperial Stout
Evil IPA
Houlihans Irish Stout
Smoked Pumpkin Porter
Black Pils
Short’s Brewing Co.
Black Cherry Porter
Dan’s Pink Skirt Pale Ale
Winter Time Fun Ale
Snow Wheat
In other beer news, Arsenal plays Chelsea in the finals of the Carling Cup in Cardiff on Sunday. They've made it all the way through the tournament by playing the young, second string players and will apperently continue to do so on Sunday even though Chelsea are set to play their big-name first team people. Stephanie will be over to pick up some of her furniture while I'm watching the game, so I'll have that as a reason to pop open a beer or six too. I hope the young Gunners can beat those Chelsea fucks, but I suppose it'll be tough w/ Henry, Lehmann, Ljungberg, Van Persie, Eboue, and Gallas on the sidelines. Yet another reason to down a few. Beer: it's a good thing.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

100 Albums

Jason suggested that we come up w/ a list of the 100 most influential albums. Obviously, no list will be perfect and no one will agree, but here is the list I posted on his site. It must be understood though that many influential musicians didn't really release albums in the 1950s, so I'm not including collections from people like Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry, or Hank Williams. Here is the list, in chronological order. You might notice that there are a couple changes from the list I posted on Jason's site, and I also just edited this list again and made a couple more changes. Finally, remember that this wasn't done by some panel of experts or by people in the music business. Fuck them!
Elvis Presley: Elvis Presley
Howlin' Wolf: The Rocking Chair Album
Bob Dylan: The Times They are a Changin'
Dick Dale: The Silver Sounds of Surf
The Beatles: Meet the Beatles
Bob Dylan: Highway 61 Revisited
The Beatles: Revolver
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Simon and Garfunkel: Sounds of Silence
Bob Dylan: Blonde on Blonde
The Mamas and the Papas: If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears
The Beatles: Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
The Beatles: The White Album
Pink Floyd: A Saucerful of Secrets
Aretha Franklin: Lady Soul
Johnny Cash: Live from Folsom Prison
The Band: Music from Big Pink
The Byrds: Sweetheart of the Rodeo
Frank Zappa: We're only in it for the Money
The Rolling Stones: Let it Bleed
Led Zeppelin: Led Zeppelin
Grateful Dead: Live Dead
Miles Davis: Bitches Brew
King Crimson: In the Court of the Crimson King
Grateful Dead: American Beauty
James Brown: Sex Machine
Black Sabbath: Paranoid
Carol King: Tapestry
Mahavishnu Orchestra: The Inner Mounting Flame
Allman Brothers: Allman Brothers at the Fillmore East
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On
Grateful Dead: Skull Fuck
Frank Zappa: Waka Jawaka
Lou Reed: Transformer
Stevie Wonder: Talking Book
David Bowie: Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars
The Rolling Stones: Exile on Main Street
Hot Tuna: Burgers
Waylon Jennings: Honky Tonk Heroes
The Stooges: Raw Power
Patti Smith: Horses
Parliament: Chocolate City
Brian Eno: Before and After Science
Rush: 2112
Peter Tosh: Legalize It
Peter Frampton: Frampton Comes Alive
Fleetwood Mac: Rumors
Soundtrack to Saturday Night Fever
The Sex Pistols: Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols
Townes Van Zandt: Live at the Old Quarter
Weather Report: Heavy Weather
Bob Marley: Exodus
Funkadelic: One Nation Under a Groove
Frank Zappa: Joe's Garage
Tony Rice Unit: Manzanita
The Clash: London Calling
Talking Heads: Remain in Light
Ozzy Osbourne: Blizzard of Ozz
Duran Duran: Rio
Prince: 1999
Motley Crue: Shout at the Devil
Michael Jackson: Thriller
The Police: Synchronicity
The Violent Femmes: The Violent Femmes
Metallica: Ride the Lightening
Madonna: Like A Virgin
Prince and the Revolution: Purple Rain
Afrika Bambaataa: Planet Rock
The Smiths: The Queen is Dead
Run DMC: Raising Hell
Paul Simon: Graceland
U2: The Joshua Tree
The Smiths: Louder than Bombs
The Cure: Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me
Guns and Roses: Appetite for Destruction
Public Enemy: It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back
Phish: Junta
New Kids on the Block: Hangin' Tough
Eddie Brickell and the New Bohemians: Shooting Rubber Bands at Stars
NWA: Straight Outta Compton
The Pixies: Doolittle
Public Enemy: Fear of a Black Planet
Nine Inch Nails: Pretty Hate Machine
De La Soul: 3 Feet High and Rising
Garth Brooks: No Fences
Uncle Tupelo: No Depression
Nirvana: Nevermind
Pearl Jam: 10
A Tribe Called Quest: The Low End Theory
Sinead O'Connor: I Don't Want What I Haven't Got
Dr. Dre: The Chronic
Sarah McLachlan: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Nas: Illmatic
Ani Difranco: Not a Pretty Girl
Moby: Everything is Wrong
Beck: Odelay
The Fugees: The Score
Radiohead: OK Computer
Eminem: The Slim Shady LP
Britney Spears: Oops... I did it Again
Wilco: Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Show us your tits

In celebration of Mardi Gras, I'd like you all to leave links to pictures of your tits in the comment section. Thank you. I'll give out beads at a later date.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Year of the Pig

Happy Chinese (and most of Eastern Asia) New Year. The year of the pig, or Ding Hai, starts today and goes until 7 February 2008 when the Year of the Rat begins. According to those reliable folks at wikipedia:
According to legend, in ancient China, the nián, a man-eating
beast from the mountains, could silently infiltrate houses to
prey on humans. The people later learned that the nian was
sensitive to loud noises and the color red, so they scared it
away with explosions, fireworks and the liberal use of the
color red. These customs led to the first New Year celebrations.
Guò nián, which means to celebrate the new year, literally
means the passing of the nian beast.
Of course, in other mid-February celebration news, Steve and Annette had a great pre-Lenten party last night in the Cajun Mardi Gras spicy food and good music sense, not in the Polish Punzki Day doughnut sense. While I imagine 30 people sitting around eating doughnuts would be interesting, the Mardi Gras style party was much better than a Punzki Day party would ever be. Everyone seemed to have a great time. Steve made a "king's Cake" which had a Chuckie Cheese ring inside. The person who got the ring also got to be the King or Queen for the night. Jim and Gerry played a lot of music, some of which they played the night before at Bombadill's, and a lot of other stuff too. It was funny watching him do Grateful Dead tunes and realizing how many people I work with actually knew them. The grateful Dead are also fitting because they played Chinese New Years shows every year for a few years in a row in the mid to late 1980s. Here's a fantastic show from 14 February 1986 with Phil and Brent on a great "Keep on Growing" followed by a fantastic "Sailor->Saint."

Friday, February 16, 2007

I ain't broke...

...But honey I'm badly bent.

The kids had a day off school today for mid-winter break (as if all of the snow/cold days recently weren't enough) so I took them out to breakfast and then sledding. Being the total douchebag I am, I attempted going down the hill standing on the sled. Well, surprise, surprise, I wiped out and nearly broke my arm. I say nearly because I haven't actually had it x-rayed like I should. It very well could be more that just nearly broken, but that remains to be seen. I'll tell you what though; it hurts like a mother fucker. The kids had fun until Solstice fell out of her sled and smacked her face on the ground. At least Aiden didn't get hurt. While looking for an mp3 of "I ain't Broke" by Old and In the Way (which wasn't to be found), I did find a page that has mp3 s of the entire 7 disc Dylan and the Dead rehearsals. I've been looking for them for 5 or 6 years. There's a really cool version of Paul Simon's "Boy in a Bubble" w/ Bobby, Jerry and Dylan sharing the lead vocals. I heard rumors that Jerry and Dylan both play banjo on this song, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Jerry's lead and Dylan's acoustic are both pretty clear. In the end though, the Old and in the Way stuff was not to be found. For fun, here's the link to the rehearsals. There's a nice "John Hardy" w/ some funny banter between Jerry and Bobby as they can't seem to remember the lyrics and Dylan doesn't seem to care one way or the other. It also includes a fun "Oh Boy." To those of you who don't like Buddy Holly, well that's just too bad, cuz it's my blog god-damn't! This version of "oh Boy" is really enthusiastic. It seems like they'dd been waiting a long time to get the chance to play it.Here's a little fun fact about Buddy Holly, the Crickets were the first band to have the standard rock n roll format of 2 guitars, a bass and a drummer. Now, I'm out to see Gerry at Bombadill's and then Whitey Morgan at Outriggers. Maybe I can drink away the pain in my shoulder.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Ow, My Balls

You may remember that a few weeks ago my loving son punched me in the balls while waiting outside my loving daughter's school. Many people saw and it hurt like hell. It was embarrassing and ridiculous and he still loves to tell me about it. He thought he was so fucking funny... and in hindsight, I suppose he was. I didn't log in to rehash that little story though, I'm here because I watched the Mike Judge film, Idiocracy last night w/ my brother. It's a funny movie w/ Luke Wilson as a mediocre military guy who gets frozen and wakes up 500 years later to find Americans devolved into idiots due to the influence of things like Fox News. The English language has become solely a mix of hillbilly and inner city slang, every business has strippers (which actually sounds like a good plan for the future), every one's favorite tv show is called Ow, My Balls (about a guy who gets hit in the balls a lot), the best film is called Ass (90 minutes of a guy's ass w/out any discussion of whose ass it is or why he's farting... Luke Wilson's character points that little tid-bit out), and a Gatorade-like product runs the economy so water is only used for toilets (which is why the crops are failing). It's good stuff. The jokes get a little old after a while though as does the premise, but it's a nice little commentary on society. I know a lot of people didn't like it, but they also seem to be the ones who are being made fun of in the movie, so check it out. It's obnoxious and absurd, but it's funny.

Monday, February 12, 2007

This Weekend

I sat out the Grammy Awards last night even though The Grateful Dead were being awarded some sort of Lifetime Achievement Award. As it turns out, Billy and Mickey just stood up in the audience and waved. Apparently they couldn't take any time away from Beyonce, Mary J. Blige and Christina fucking Aguilera. Other Lifetime Achievement Award recipients included Ornette Coleman, Joan Baez, the Doors and Booker T. The Grammys could have used a nice half hour jam w/ Ornette, Booker T and Billy and Mickey. Why the Doors got such an award is beyond me though. More free jazz, less pop crap. I'm also a bit confused about why Dylan didn't even get nominated for Album of the year, yet he did win best solo vocal performance. If there's one universal truth out there, it's that he shouldn't be winning awards for his vocals. I love him and the cd is fantastic, but give me a break. I suppose it's nice that the Dixie Chicks won a bunch, but I wish their music was as cool as their politics. As far as the Police reunion is concerned, I'll check it out on You Tube once it's posted, but reunion tours don't do much for me and they never have.

Other things that happened this weekend include a trip to my folks' house yesterday. The kids had a great time making cookies and playing, and I watched Arsenal snatch victory from the jaws of defeat yet again as they went into the last 10 minutes of their match w/ Wigan down 1-0 and came back to win 2-1 as Rosicky (seen here) headed home the winner in the 84th minute. Everyone on my fantasy team got yellow cards yesterday though so I think it's about time to announce that The Douchebags don't have much of a chance at finishing in the top spot. Before we watched the game, Solstice and I made a blog for her. You can check it out here. Be sure to leave her a comment... it will make her very happy.

Rather than watching the Grammys, Stacey came over and we watched Clerks. She'd never seen it. I don't think she loved it, but she tolerated it enough to say she'd watch Mallrats. One of the fun things about ths new blog is that I can embed movies. The old blog was too narrow and they wouldn't fit.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Pasta, Scrabble and Pharmies

Stacey came over tonight w/ her kids as did Warren w/ his kids. We had pasta, salad and bread. Stacey made apple/rasberry crisp and Warren brought ice-cream. I even went so far as to make homemade salad dressing because I'm a bad-mother-fucker. I also made stuffed mushrooms that turned out alright. They could have been better though. Jean came by for a while too and after we had the kids all fed, we ate and then played a bad ass game of Scrabble. Warren wouldn't accept my "pharmy" though. Apparently, he needs to go to more Phish shows. I even used it in sentences and everything: "Hey brah, help a brother out and kick down a pharmy for me?" He was having none of it though. I won anyway, w/ Stacey's help at the end. I had one tile left, an "I," which would have been subtracted from my score. Warren and I were tied at 162 at that point. All I had to do was find a home for that "I" and I would win, but I'd lose if I couldn't place it somewhere. I was struggling, but Stacey showed me "ail." Of course, my first response was, "No, that's 'ale.'" (Always thinking w/ my liver.) She demanded that since she lost, I had to give her her rightful propers for helping me.) Along w/ playing the game, we all enjoyed some wine as well; all of us besides Jean who reasserted his position in the PBArmy.

Alright... My first post

You are all probably aware that I deleted my old blog for certain reasons that will become clear w/ time. The old blog still seems to show pre-January posts; I'm not sure why, nor can I get rid of them. That said, here's the new blog. It's still under construction, but w/in the next week, I whould have it set up nice and cozy.