Escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsess about it heavy for the next two days
O.K. Blain berated me for not keeping up with my blog, especially after the last week.
The facts are: Will and Tom came here. We had fun. Watched a bunch of movies, including the entire extended version of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
(That's twelve hours of Shirefolk, swords and dwarves. It also included one of those cute little mini-kegs of Heineken, tenderloin that was rubbed with garlic, ground pepper, basil, sea salt, worcestershire and cooked at 300 for an hour and a half. It is as good as it sounds... people were groaning. That was medium-rare, towards rare, as it should be... but if you like it more cooked, either racthet the temp 50 degrees, or cook it another 20 mins. As written, it will bring you to your friggin knees.)
We bought some Christmas presents and solved the world's problems.
Sunday morning, about 7 hours into the re-forging of Narsil and the betrayal of Boromir, son of Denethor, Stanette cooked shrimp and grits. And sausage, green onions and god knows what, but it was the best thing we, as a group, had ever had for breakfast. I'm telling you. Ask Will or Tom.
It was an awesome visit. Will and Tom were roommates in college and grad school. Tom introduced me to Will. Tom was my best friend. He lived a block away from me when I was practicing law in the Dam. I organized a ski trip to Colorado, and Tom brought Will. Now we are all best friends.
They left. I worked. Such as it is.
I sent my mom some sweet pajamas and chocolate. My dad undoubtedly will read this before Christmas, so I won't say what we got him.
I helped my sister, Liz, negotiate for a new job. This will make the 4th time I have done this with her. 1. She kicks ass. 2. In a few short years, we have more than doubled her salary, and moved up the ladder. I get a kick out of it. Seems like old times.
I got Aden a sled.
I got Bells and Alicia a nice, framed setup of some pics I took of Aden a few weeks back. (I can say this, because there isn't a chance in hell Bells is going to trot his ass to the library and read this before Tuesday. Not a chance.)
I lost some weight. Not sure how, except for thinking about it. I ate 16 less french fries than I otherwise would have, and, boom. 8 pounds.
Kris, Tony, Blain, Randy, Josh, Amy, Derivan, Northwood, Paulette, Gretchen, Veronica, Steamin Rican, Mop, Bubba, Eugene, a bunch of people in Bozeman, mom, Molly, dad, Stanette, one or two people from law schol, Quagmire, and I am sure some other people... if you read this blog more than, say, once a month, give me a shout-out... I'd like to know... anyway, Merry Christmas. Happy CChhhhhanaukah.
I'm glad you bother to read this, thanks.
I've had a pretty ok year.
It's snowing like holy hell and I don't have to work tomorrow.
G'night.
The facts are: Will and Tom came here. We had fun. Watched a bunch of movies, including the entire extended version of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
(That's twelve hours of Shirefolk, swords and dwarves. It also included one of those cute little mini-kegs of Heineken, tenderloin that was rubbed with garlic, ground pepper, basil, sea salt, worcestershire and cooked at 300 for an hour and a half. It is as good as it sounds... people were groaning. That was medium-rare, towards rare, as it should be... but if you like it more cooked, either racthet the temp 50 degrees, or cook it another 20 mins. As written, it will bring you to your friggin knees.)
We bought some Christmas presents and solved the world's problems.
Sunday morning, about 7 hours into the re-forging of Narsil and the betrayal of Boromir, son of Denethor, Stanette cooked shrimp and grits. And sausage, green onions and god knows what, but it was the best thing we, as a group, had ever had for breakfast. I'm telling you. Ask Will or Tom.
It was an awesome visit. Will and Tom were roommates in college and grad school. Tom introduced me to Will. Tom was my best friend. He lived a block away from me when I was practicing law in the Dam. I organized a ski trip to Colorado, and Tom brought Will. Now we are all best friends.
They left. I worked. Such as it is.
I sent my mom some sweet pajamas and chocolate. My dad undoubtedly will read this before Christmas, so I won't say what we got him.
I helped my sister, Liz, negotiate for a new job. This will make the 4th time I have done this with her. 1. She kicks ass. 2. In a few short years, we have more than doubled her salary, and moved up the ladder. I get a kick out of it. Seems like old times.
I got Aden a sled.
I got Bells and Alicia a nice, framed setup of some pics I took of Aden a few weeks back. (I can say this, because there isn't a chance in hell Bells is going to trot his ass to the library and read this before Tuesday. Not a chance.)
I lost some weight. Not sure how, except for thinking about it. I ate 16 less french fries than I otherwise would have, and, boom. 8 pounds.
Kris, Tony, Blain, Randy, Josh, Amy, Derivan, Northwood, Paulette, Gretchen, Veronica, Steamin Rican, Mop, Bubba, Eugene, a bunch of people in Bozeman, mom, Molly, dad, Stanette, one or two people from law schol, Quagmire, and I am sure some other people... if you read this blog more than, say, once a month, give me a shout-out... I'd like to know... anyway, Merry Christmas. Happy CChhhhhanaukah.
I'm glad you bother to read this, thanks.
I've had a pretty ok year.
It's snowing like holy hell and I don't have to work tomorrow.
G'night.
Labels: All photos from 2007
posted by Joe at
11:09 PM
8 Comments:
I'm Heidi on Vashon's cousin. Just giving you a shout out - I love your blog. Amazing writing! I've introduced the fuck test to most of my friends and tried it out on a few new ones. Weedin' 'em out.
If you and Stanette ever make it down to Coronado, I owe you a beer, or two, or...
Merry, merry.
Peace, Love & Happiness!
~Carrie
What was I going to say? I forgot.
An hour and a half with 24 Kindergarteners will do that to you.
Hope all is well in you neck of the woods. I'm sure you'll find something to do with that snow tomorrow.
We're taking the traveling circus on the road this afternoon. Apparently there is a snowboard waiting for The Boy at our first stop. Five isn't too young, is it?
Very nice post. I think i'm still drunk from last night's shenanigans. Not that you needed to know that.
Happy Christmas to you & Stanette.
Dude, you know I'm about one hit shy of being a stalker.
Which, by the way, is the name that I've come up with for the thing that's been flushed five times but keeps floating back up. Yeah, I'm all about the scatological humor at Christmastime...
Dang it ! P beat me to the hoiday scatological humor.
I'll get it next year....promise.
Which means in addition to keeping up with you and yours here at least this entire year and years previous I will also have to freakin' keep tuning in dear readers.
I got a *&^$#@^&*#% for Tony and a &^&%$#%(*#() for Eric and Mom and Dad are getting the same. All that mess up there is in case Tony has the time and Eric sees this before Christmas....which is entirely possible....and then tells our parents.
Was checking out a post or two of the people or blohgs that are linked to yours.
Maybe I didn't get the scatological reference first but....Heidi on Vashon....in a bag....fogging the windows...?
Really ?
When you have to go and you're pretty sure no one is watching you try the new Pee Purse for those long commutes after the fairy and a grande. (may cause wetness and staining of upholstery or pretty much anything else depending on the strength of your most recent latte. 1 gal by volume max capacity. Not responsible for stains,odors,mold,accidental death,or sexually transmitted diseases due to use by consumer other than for this products intended purpose)
Joe, weekly at a minimum and daily when things are slow. Get a huge kick out of your writing. Most of the time I read it while my wife is doing laundry and she thinks I'm working. I hope you stick with it.
The oldest off-spring of the Husker clan here. Thanks for another great year of in class reading material. I look forward to frequenting your fabulous blog from my desk of my brand new office at my new job in 2008! Husker sends his love!
So this is Christmas, and what have you done? Another year over, and a new one just begun.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, Dude. Keep it real, cold kick it live.
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