Vegas Adventures - almost a year later.

               I never did finish my series entitled "Vegas Adventures", so I'm going to try to pick up where I left off. If I can even remember now. This picture made me giggle. Talk about your ultimate photo bomb....

         Auntie and I were just casually cruising the strip, minding our own business, snapping pictures, not bothering anyone...(we learned it's best not to engage other tourists. They are drunk.) Just leave them alone and keep walking. Anywho, as I was saying, I was busy snapping away and didn't notice these 3 very happy tourists.(code for they-are-drunk) I broke my cardinal rule of not confronting said drunk tourists by inviting them to be in a picture. They not only agreed, but enthusiastically INSISTED (they-were-drunk) that I take their picture. They even made me promise to post it on the blog. I was beyond delighted and assured them I would be happy to accommodate their request. I even thanked them and called them my random vegas friends. It was fun to watch 3 very happy (drunk) tourists enjoying themselves. I continued to snap more pictures as they went on their merry drunk way. It makes for a great story and this had to be my favorite picture from the trip.....except for maybe Caesar wearing the cowboy hat...that was pretty funny.  And the bally's butt.  The ass I've always wanted, but fear I will never have...sigh...stupid food. 









          


               *footnote*
                             As you're cruising the strip, snapping pictures, minding your own business and not engaging the happy drunk tourists, may I also advise you to NOT take any cards that may be thrust upon you. There are creepy people that line the sidewalks just waiting to give you cards. Don't take them. Don't even look at them. Unless  of course you want to see naked girls and want them to come to your room tonight. In this case you will want to take all the cards you can get. I'm good, thanks.

Happy Happy Happy, Jack!

           Holy crap, I LOVE the show Duck Dynasty! Last year, my passion was all things civil war. This year it is all things duck commander. It should be no surprise, actually. A family from Louisiana, the south, the confederacy....you know. These 2 things aren't entirely unrelated. So of course it was a duck commander christmas. I got Phil Robertson's book, a duck dynasty calendar and Uncle Si's tea glass. Well, not his actual tea glass. I got my own. And a pink one, no less! 

      
        This was easily the favorite gift. Earlier this year, I got the pink camo blanket. Since I have everything else, I should probably get an actual duck call. They do make a pink one of those, too. But I don't get out duck huntin' too much. I'm just gonna stick to collecting all the other stuff and watching the misadventures of Phil and Miss Kay, Si, Willie, Jase and Jep. Now that's a fact, Jack! 


                 *footnote*
                        Phil's book, "Happy Happy Happy -My life and legacy as the duck commander" has been a great read. You don't have to be into the show or duck hunting to enjoy it. They are such an interesting family. I kind of want to be adopted. I'd have to eat squirrel brains and frog legs, though. And of course, ducks. Ducks, maybe....squirrel brains and frog legs?....not so much. 

twas the awful no good very bad day after christmas.

    Getting hit by a car while you're sitting in traffic is bad. Getting hit by a car while you're walking your dog is worse. Getting hit by a car while you're walking your dog the day after christmas is even way more worse than that. It's like the worst ever. The only thing worse would be getting hit by a car christmas eve or christmas day. Still, the day after christmas ranks pretty high on the suck-o-meter. Poor dad! This is exactly what happened to him. He's ok, but he suffered a broken knee and a couple of broken bones in his back.  My sister called to give me the news .."Now, don't freak out. Dad's ok, but he's in the hospital. He was hit by a car." AHHHHHHHHH! Don't freak out?? This is NOT how you begin a phone conversation. This is how you guarantee the person TO freak out, in point of fact. So anyway, this was quite the alarming event. And it kind of ruins your plans for a lovely christmas holiday. Bummer. 

               *footnote*
                    The above photo is an accurate representation of what dad looked like. IV's and tubes everywhere. And he even sported the bandage on his forehead. I think he even had that same look on his face. But, it's not all bad news. He gets crutches, a walker, and a fancy wheelchair out of it....score! 

Happy New Year!!

                 I'm not one for making new years resolutions, due to the fact that that they go something like this:

   1. "I'm going to lose weight this year" - Ya right, I like to eat. My butt represents 30 years of pies and fried crispy things and mashed potatoes and every wonderful homemade meal my mother has ever made. I wear my ass with pride. I like to eat. 
   
   2.  "I'm going try new things and/or do something I've always wanted to do" - Ya right, I am the world's laziest person. It would just be too much work. To this I say, meh. Lazy.

   3. "I want to be better organized and more financially responsible" - HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh, that's funny! HAHAHA! Oh boy! sorry....what were we talking about?

        So ya....I am the place where resolutions go to die. However, despite my resolve to not make any resolutions, I am making an exception. I'm determined to bring the blog back to life. I was alarmed to learn that my last entry was back in July. Time got away from me and I guess I just kind of forgot about it. It has absolutely NOTHING to do with my inclination towards laziness....nope. not at all. no way. never. Ok, so I got lazy. Let's see how well I do. I don't want to be the place where blogs go to die. 


         *footnote*
               Auntie can take credit for this resolution. I spent most of the night tonight getting caught up on her blog and she has inspired me to get back to mine. I'm impressed with her ability to be non-lazy and keep up on her posts. I say good form! 

It's still summer.....rats!

                I just poked my head out the door to see if it was still summer...
                                                    it is.
             I was hoping that when I went to bed last night, I would wake up and today would be October...
                                            it isn't....
                                           damn it...


                   *footnote*
                          this would explain another long absence after assuring you readers that I had indeed returned. Apparently I have melted. You can't write blogs when you are a melted puddle on the floor. You don't have fingers....

Africa hot..

              

           Well, summer has officially started. I hate summer. I mean I REALLY hate summer. You remember that scene in " Biloxi Blues?" The one that went:
    
    whoa, this is hot...
    This is like Africa hot. 
    Tarzan couldn't take this kind of hot.
    I don't think think I'm gonna be able to stay here if it's gonna be this hot.
    Man, this is hot. 
              
        Ya....that pretty much sums up how I feel about summer. And it's only the beginning of June. It's going to get a whole lot worse before it gets better. Stupid summer. I hate summer. And if that wasn't bad enough, all the kids are out of school. It's hot and the kids are home. Stellar....

                                       I hate summer..


                   *footnote*
                         speaking of hot, this brings us to our next episode of "Adventures in Vegas"..but you'll have to wait. You already got 2 updates tonight. Just pray I don't disappear for another month. 

she's back.....

         It has been brought to my attention just recently (tonight) that I have been sorely missed. According to one of my sources, I have loyal followers and adoring fans that demand my immediate return to the blog. Her exact words were, "Update your damn blog, please!" I'm picking up a vibe. I think she's trying to tell me to update my damn blog...or something like that. I had no idea I had such faithful and devoted readers who need me. After that passionate entreaty, how can I let them down? On the other hand, I can't help but think that my source is lying to me....I'd bet you anything that the faithful readers she's referring to is actually just one reader. No wait...probably not even a whole reader. It's a half of a reader. The rest of them are dead. Eaten by zombies or dead in a ditch. That would be alarming. But meh, whatever. I'll just get new faithful readers and more adoring fans. And a new source....preferably one who doesn't lie to me. Not that she cares....

                    *footnote*

                            I have no good excuses to offer for my leave of absence, so don't ask. if I have taught you anything, it is the element of indifference. I'm hoping it took and that you don't care. I'll be highly disappointed if you express even a hint of concern. So don't....ever....