well..we talk some more shit and photo dump

because tomorrow evening we drive to flag 

en route to the ferry sat

and visit an old and dear friend

so it looks like I got the tool(s)

and my golf game still sucks for the same reasons

chipped worse than last time putted better

still pounding the driver and fairy woods

but can't hit a decent iron shot

a hundred years ago anita and I took the train

from durango to silverton

I suspect it was a skiing trip

and I tore it up over at wolf creek

in the interest of love and togetherness or bonding or somesuch

we rode the narrow gauge railroad

I've got a photo of anita noshing on something inside the train

that I'll put up maybe later

anyways, she looks exactly the same after all these years

and I guess I do too

but we feel like we're getting old

because we are

and here we have a nice shot of the best fucking dog I've ever known

we were fortunate enough to spend fifteen years together and my eyes teared up writing that

I love you mr. t forever and always and miss you every day

anita agrees

rip my faithful loving friend

talking shit

my golf game sucks these daze

I'm smoking it off the tee better than ever

but can't hit an iron shot to save my life

that's what happens when you go from three or four rounds a week

to playing once a week

it sucks plain and simple

I'm totally stymied on the bench

I mean, I guess I could glue up some ferrules and turn a handle or two

but why?

it's not that I'm lazy 

(I am) 

but I did spend two daze cleaning up/rearranging our shit in the garage

that counts for something right?

I mean it wore me out and I was sweating like a pig when I finished yesterday

then I went and played golf

or something

it sure didn't seem like I hit any golf shots

or if I managed to hit a decent shot

I'd three putt

some asshole visitor from back east started yelling and cussing at me

after I told him "you shouldn't do that"

he drove off in his cart in a tizzy

fine by me

then I had to follow the two biggest assclowns I've ever encountered anywhere

for the remaining fifteen holes

uncharacteristically I barked at them at one point

fucking guy played three balls trying to make one shot

none of which were in play btw

he dropped yet another

I yelled "c'mon man!"

they responded as if I were some kind of asshole

anyways, I won't be playing there again soon

the conditions sucked

and that ain't even the problem

what can I say?

when I don't have a pot to piss in?

yesterday I passed on about a 15 - 20 cent on the dollar buy

shoulda just bit my shit and bought

no I listen to she who must be obeyed (and pays the bills)

and say no

today?

well, innit funny how things can change in hours?

I wannit but it could be gone cuz I say 

"selll it I can't make it happen."

sometimes funny things happen at funny times

and a day later I can afford it but it may not be available to me

 because I listened to my honey

(if you've spent time w/ me that's a code word ya know)

this shit just doesn't really or ever work

happy birthday brother

happy birthday to you happy birthday to you 

happy birthday judgmental asshole

happy birthday to you

these gals think you wrock

see ya on the golf course amigo

bamboo bonfire

i've been planning this for years

just never really gotten around to it

today after preparing tomatoes for roasting

washing about 1/3 of the windows

mopping and vacuuming the floors

I went to work on the garage/shoppe

again

tonight we ignite!

that's about five years worth of scrapped sticks and cut off ends

one bag of curls (of four filled in this half season)

after about thirty seconds we had this...

shortly thereafter we peaked at about twelve feet

dying down

just about done

anyways it was hotter than a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire

is it any wonder that rod shoppes burn?

stymied

just that

I'm fucking stymied

by a leader in the industry

and it fucking sucks

on the eve of the superbowl or greenout day at the open

today's the greenout at the phoenix open golf tourney

I'm not there in person...

in spirit though?  you betcha

the past few years my brother has hosted a small super bowl/birthday party

this year chili and cornbread is on the menu

I was drafted to make the cornbread

jalapeno cornbread

oh yeah...giants over pats 24 - 17
though personally, I'd like to see both teams lose