Joyeux Halloween
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Dirty Old Wine-Sucking Dog
The Dirty Old Wine-Sucking Dawg.
Jetta Commercial
The actual Johnny Cash song. Hilarious.
Bad Dog!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
“You Soar Where Others Merely Waddle”
CONGRATULATIONS to the CLASS of 2012
You’ve completed high school studies and now prepare for new beginnings at Georgia Tech.
Oh my, how the years fly by. I still see you swaddled in a pink comforter on the living room floor, crawling around with our beagle puppy, Data. Still can’t say which one of you was the cutest, but I’m pretty sure you turned out the smartest.
Honey, you have exceeded expectations and we are all so proud of your accomplishments.
Indeed, you soar in areas never possible for us old geezers, athletic rock-star that you are.
The choices you make during the college years will profoundly affect the rest of your life, so make careful selections, especially of close friends and life partners.
You’ve grown up in privilege, given the best possible preparation. You’ve been equipped to get aloft with ease, to glide on a smooth life path, so make the best of it.
As you ascend, we’re certain you’ll reach exalted heights, and the view will be awesome!
We who love and cherish you look forward to seeing a panorama of the future unfold through your eyes.
Have a WONDERFUL summer.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
“We’ll grab some ZZZZ’s with HER”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JPO !!!
Step up on the temporal transporter pad of your Wells-Class Time Ship for a trip back to our college weekends, Junior and Senior year
(You HAVE upgraded your craft to a WELLS-CLASS ?)
If memory serves, more than a few Saturday nights found the four of us waiting with great anticipation for those oft-since heard words:
“LIVE from New York! Its SATURDAY NIGHT !!!”
The show is entering it’s 38th season. Is this not incredible?!
When SNL first aired in 1975 it almost instantly became a cult phenomenon amongst the college-age crowd. Our weekend duties, plans and studies seemed coordinated around the show’s start time at 11:29:30 p.m. Eastern.
The brilliant, and never duplicated original cast was alternately hilarious, politically cutting and sometimes so silly you had to laugh anyway.
“I want to feed your fingertips to the wolverines.”
The reason the show connects so vividly with JPO, our Birthday Boy, goes back to hours spent, (they were decidedly NOT misspent) in the basement of his Parent’s house.
We would gather in the Senior O’s TV rec room around 10pm Saturday evening with snacks and beverages.
Whoops, hollers and general commotion ensued until 1am, when we would roar 
Ah, youth! Try staying up that late today. And that steep driveway! Do you remember the ice storm of our wedding day and the effort it took to get the JPO-mobile up that slippery slope? What was that little vehicle, a PINTO perhaps?
Thinking back on what a nuisance we were, the Senior O’s must have been Saints. They were sweet, patient, gracious and would only very infrequently ask us to keep it down to a dull roar. The other three sets of parents would never have been so accommodating. These were wonderful people who gave us a safe place to gather. Their home was a haven of security and enjoyment.
It is no surprise they raised such a great son. Here is JPO, cowpoke. How cute is he? Look at all that hair.
Better not complain about this particular picture since I have found WAY worse ones involving beer bottles, green surgical scrubs, fire arms and acts of incivility too controversial to mention.
The little SNL video that follows, in a fit of whimsy, can be cast with Mc A.O. standing in for Lauren Hutton, who makes a brief appearance.
“What a swinging piece of stuff”!
The boys we were soon to marry were then (and occasionally still are) The Wild & Crazy Guys.
“It’s easy to score with us! We’re hard up!”
I shall take on the role of Zhelezna Postruk 
(Obviously this would be before my crest went all grey and I discovered well-fitting undergarments)
The Wild & Crazy Guys
Our wild & crazy guys may have worn bad clothes, but they both grew up to be brilliant and well respected men in their chosen professions.
How these trustworthy, remarkable rocks of stability somehow sprang from the protesting-polyester-plaid seventies, I’ll never know.
They do dress better than they did, although JPO has been recently spotted wearing socks and flip-flops… at the same time.
JPO is an extraordinary husband, a great Dad and a loyal friend.
“ FOXES?!?! Let’s get it out!”
Happy Birthday JPO, or S****O, as you will always be to us.
Thank you so much for all the help and guidance on the home improvement front.
You are my exalted window and door replacement guru.
We love you.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Walking the Line
Today we walked our line. We love the forest. The neighbors on all three sides of our property do not. First the people to our north cut down all their pine, then the south. Lately the furthest away people to our west, (this is the shortest edge of our piece of Earth pie) cut down the pine to raise goats.
More goats. We seem to have a lot of goats.
We saw the results today for the first time. Not too bad. They took a few of our trees (after asking permission) left no big mess and created a few little roads that actually make walking back there easier. No complaints I guess. Just wish people would leave the forest be.
There were raccoon tracks in the creek. A very, very good thing. My knee is wore out.
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