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Sunday, September 1, 2013

Memories

I forgot I had this thing. Should I resume posting???

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

going postal

My neighborhood seems to be home to a lot of ‘colorful characters.’ Living in a University neighborhood means 2 things; a lot of retired people and the rest are students. So for the most part there are a lot of people around during the day on weekdays. And I happen to have weekdays off, so I get to see a lot of this. It’s so weird sometimes that I think I need to use this blog to start sharing and documenting the crazy-ass ‘hood. I’ll start explaining and naming characters as I go along, but for now, here is today’s story:
This morning I noticed there was a new crazy guy at the Post Office. I’ve seen him around, he’s odd, but not homeless. Stinky but visibly clean. He was at the counter paying for something or picking up something, then he entered the lobby about the same time I walked in from outside. I over heard him say this: “After this we can get some sausage. But she can’t shove that whole thing up you’re ass all at once, that’s gonna kill me. She might have to pay for that. That’s bull-shit. That’s bull-shit.”
He’s a short guy and always wears a stocking cap, which makes him look Irish to me. So I will call him Mayor McSausage.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Mary Getting her Head Shaved!

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Team Tanner and St. Baldrick's a.k.a. The balding of Mary!

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More Team Tanner videos

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St. Baldrick's Reno, NV at Coconut Bowl

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Last month some very amazing friends of mine teamed up to raise money for childhood cancer research. Here are their pictures:
Participants before the shave



















And now, here are all the supporters that showed up to cheer, jeer and buy them beer:









and now, the shaving....






Mary Doyle, the one that gets my complete admiration:
You go GURL!

    
    

 Watch the video:



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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

There will be blood




Things got pretty hairy today and I almost went to war over wine! Before Valentines Day I ordered wine from Indian Springs Vineyard. 4 bottles! I'm a wine club member, so it's not like they don't have my info. Well, many days passed and no wine. I called last week, they called back today and said it was delivered last Tuesday! To the house next door!! So, in case you don't know, the house next door has the party garage (heretofore: garaje de fiesta). Nobody works, and the garage is equipped with a wood burning stove, carpet, TV and couches. If you're in the mood to watch some sports (most likely NASCAR or football) and drink some beer.... and it's 8 am? No worries, there's always someone to party with at the garaje de fiesta! Can you imagine what how little a chance my poor little wine shipment had of surviving. I can just see them guzzling Syrah Port while watching midget tossing on ESPN Ocho! grrr. I got home from work and marched over there, being sure to leave my work uniform and cuffs on. Right before I knocked, I decided to confirm the address. Wrong house! The wine wasn't delivered there at all, it was the house on the other side of that! When I went to that door, they answered and were so relieved, they had the box waiting by the door for me... ahhhhh... exhale.

I'll drink to that...