65

This was then. (No mom, just me.) This is now. (No me, just mom). Happy Birthday, Daddy! You look pretty good for at 65-year-old stressed out architect! ;-D It’s an amazing feat, my dad’s life is. Growing up privileged with a General for a dad and a princess for a mom. Sent off to study abroad and came back to make a name for himself as one of the most respected architects in the country. Brought all of us up more or less unscathed and worked his butt off to keep it all that way. And now, at the age...
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Simple joy in a weekend

#1 Man Meat. 300. Complete and total meat fest for ladies and gay men everywhere. Delicious from beginning to end. Even when bloodied, decapitated, or one-eyed. Even the bad guy is hot. I mean, Rodrigo Santoro in metal chains and not much else. Let me here you say, fuck yeah! See? The Spartans are nice and ripped and it looked believable. You know, they’re conditioned that way. It’s not the gigantic beefy juiced up muscles. I can’t stand those. The lean muscles that looks like you didn’t spent hours at the gym but get them from doing whatever it is...
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Woohoo!

Much fun. Well alcoholized. One beer. 2 Irish Car Bombs.  And much more of that nice and spiked Bailey’s Irish Cream dip/frosting.  Loads of food to feed more surprise guests than late night talk show! I had 8 guests total and the giant vat of beef stew did not budge. I still have about 4 servings leftover. 1/2 lb. of stew beef per person my ass. 1/4 is fucking plenty. And yes, I am blogging highly buzzed. Nobody wants me to take a picture for my blog so this one will be one of those SUPER fun nights that came...
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Irish for the day

Click here for more pictures from work Any holiday–real or completely made up–that is fun, I’m all over it. St. Patrick’s Day, obviously, is no exception. We had fantastic time at work on St. Patty’s Eve yesterday. We had a good amount of treats going on and the company bought some corned beef sandwiches to be shared. Unfortunately, this is smack dab in the middle of lent so the Catholic population of the office could only longingly stare at the tray of Irish meat. Canadian Greg: Those aren’t really meat. I mean, they’re the rare Gnome Corned Beef Fish of...
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