The Frog Coming of Age

Dad I need the American Standard Strat, the Mexi will not do!

Today was an emotional day for yours truly. After rapping up a trip to see the Bellagio flower gardens, I thought an appropriate family follow up activity would be to go the guitar store and see if Sienna might find anything she could not live without. It was on from the time we walked into the store! She passed all the butt rock band guitars and headed strait to the Fender and Gibson section. I had to question myself at this moment, was this nature or nurture diving her to Leo Fenders fine creations? I love the fact I know have a little buddy to take to the guitar store with me!

The Redemption of Poultry, My New Ladder, and Escaping Death

When All Else Fails, Bust Out the Hockey Stick
My Father In law and "the frog" Helping Me Put Up Lights

I Wish I Had A Basement

Grubbin

The 14 Pounder In All Her Brine Glory

A Proud Father

So, I am sure that must of you know from my last post that me and my feathered friends have not been digestively cohabiting. I am glad to say that after a hiatus of sorts I am back on the Poultry band wagon. Thanksgiving was great! My in laws Ken and Susie came in to town for the feast and eat we did. Super Dave (Scooter Death Mob Founder) sent me a recipe on how to brine a turkey. Now anytime you let anything soak in 4 cups of salt and insane amounts of garlic, you are bound to have good tidings on your pallet. If you would like the recipe, send me an email and I will hook a brother up. So after the pies, 6 James Bond movies, and a bit of sleep it was off to black Friday. Now this is the first time I have attempted to bust the doors and fight with the laddies for the last tickle me Elmo. It was not to bad, and I ended up with a new ladder by 6:30 am. Not to completely dork out, but my new ladder is the greatest thing ever. It is like kama sutra of personal elevation. The thing can go into 20 different positions of impending cascading death. So we busted it out on its first trial run to get the Christmas stuff out of the attic. The decorations came flowing out in abundance like the horn of the harvest. I was then put to work with putting the lights up. Now this is something I don't mind all that much, but there are always a few moments every year as I am on top of the ladder thinking to my self, "will I be that guy who died by falling off his ladder this year." Maybe someday, but that day was not today~!~~