Lots and lots of months ago I heard about some magical, beer-sauce based lawn concoction. Apparently, you brew it up, pour it on the “dry yellow” spots and watch as your front yard welcome mat grows into a lush grass carpet of barefoot welcoming bliss. I never did try the recipe because, well, watering helps …
Sometimes Lady-Friend doesn’t get a chance to luxuriate in the shower. That or even take one.
But I’m not judging. When I come home at the end of the day and Lady-Friend tells me she’s sorry she’s a “grease ball”, I’m cool with that as long as I get a high five and a “Man, you’re …
Sunday evening, we took this pic for Lady-Friend’s RPM/Boot Camp trainer positions at Gold’s Gym. I likie, so I’m posting it all while I continue dunking my head into an ice-cube filled toilet/poking myself with hot needles every morning in amazement that middling levels of charm, an ’88 model car, and a hairy back won …
Mud is rad. You know, when you’re not trying to work in it. Or tracking it through your house. Or scraping it off your shoes. Or losing your car keys/loved ones in it. Ok, so mud is mediocre at best.
Still, for a couple five year olds with the green light to build a sloppy mud …
So yeah. Vintonville has undergone a major overhaul– the website equivalent of a facelift, nose job and new boobies. I’m not sure about that, booby analogy– but you get my drift.
I hope.
In the mean time, this sucker’s still a work in progress, so things may change a bit (backgrounds, logo, a few extra boxes here …
So Little Dude’s made hijacking the Flip Camcorder a regular occurrence- which is fine, because it’s pretty fun to discover them and get inside that kid’s head. Usually, his digital shanghais are nausea-inducing camera shakes and “Woo-woo-wooooooing”, but this time, when it comes to filming a stunt off the recliner, things are very deliberate.
For a …
