pimpin' my ride

ok. we did it. We joined the club.

First of all, a quick joke...
What is the difference between a cactus and a BMW?

answer: with a cactus, the pricks are on the outside.

I (we) joined what I am calling the Cactus Club.

This is what my new car pretty much looks like


my brother-in-law, TJ, that is a BMW mechanic found it and doing the work on it. (new clutch, shocks, new headlights, etc). So within a few weeks, I will be zipping around in one of these beauties.

The Broncos Suck!

So, why I am writing this? Just to get my sister-in-law riled up.

You see, I am sitting here at 11:20 P.M. writing a paper for this Certified Public Manager course I am doing and Wendy is at the desk next to me doing some work on her laptop.

She mentioned to me that her sister told her that I need to update my blog as she likes to read it.

Well, how in the heck would I know she reads it - I don't see any of her comments!

So, this post is for you, Mindy - and I will include your favorite Bronco, just because I love ya!

Introducing the world famous Barrel Man

Bumper sticker...

Last month (I can't believe it has been a month already) when I was in San Diego, I noticed this bumber sticker on the back of a car:


I thought it was good...

Great new movie...

It seems like someone in our family has been sick the past few weekends. Today it is my turn.

Anyway, staying home so I can be close to the bathroom has allowed me time to write today. This past weekend we watched a wonderful movie, "Once"

The movie - see the right side of the blog - is about a guy and a girl that meet on the Dublin streets and spend a week sharing their music and heartaches. Glen Hansard stars in the movie (he was the red-haired guitar player in "The Commitments") with Marketa Irglova and the movie revolves around the actual music that the two stars created and perform.

Check it out if you get a chance, although it is a bit tough to find. Oh, it also was an award winner last year at the Sundance Film Festival.

Also check out the youtube link on the side to hear some of the music.

I want this

A Mac Mini.

Why do I want the mini? It is all about size...

Yeah, I'm all alone. I'm rolling a big doughnut and this snake wearing a vest...

It has been a few weeks... a few very busy weeks.

Sick kids
Sick parents
shopping for gifts
shopping for more gifts
Christmas parties
more parties
Quick flight down to San Diego - GO UTES!
eat some mexican food in San Diego
more Mexican food in San Diego
Fly home to shop some more

Merry Christmas
feeling sick again
Back to work.

I guess that just about says it all!

(by the way, can anyone name where I got the title of this post? - don't use google!)

Foggy Foggy Dew

I started my day this morning by driving to one visit one of my workers at a clinic in beautiful Rose Park. I know what you are thinking - beautiful Rose Park? Well, this morning at 7:20 A.M. it was beautiful.


Sit back a moment and let me explain.


Driving south along Redwood Road from I-215 to about 1000 North there were fields and golf courses that were draped in a wispy fog about 10 feet high. The Fog didn't quite touch the snowy ground and wrapped around trees and followed the terrain. It was beautiful.


Last night I watch an old Christmas favorite with the kids - Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.

The kids loved it. Ok, I loved it. I haven't seen it for a few years, but it all came back to me - from Yukon Cornelius to Hermey the elf that wants to be a dentist. The costumes from the movie Elf were completely ripped off from Rudolph. Even the snowman from Elf, Leon, looks just like Sam the snowman






Ok, but I still love the movie Elf. I am sure they were just paying homage to the great 1964 stop animation film.


Which brings me to my next thought. Sam the snowman was played by Burl Ives and was modeled to look a little like Ives. So this morning I looked on wikipedia and found out something interesting. Burl Ives was jailed in Mona, Utah for vagrancy and for singing "Foggy Foggy Dew" which the authorities decided was a bawdy song.


When I was a bachelor,
I liv'd all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
Part of the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night she knelt close by my side
When I was fast asleep.
She threw her arms around my neck
And she began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair
Ah, me! What could I do?
So all night long I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.
Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son
We work at the weaver's trade.
And every single time I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
Part of the summer, too,
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.


Doesn't sound too bad to me.

Then again, I am sure that the little town of Mona was quite a sheltered place in the early 1930's.

This morning, I couldn't get enough of the foggy, foggy dew in beautiful Rose Park