Sunday, April 13, 2014

Sunday Evening Post

That is the number of page views this blog has received.
Spreading the love, one computer at a time.
Here are the moments of the week.

Kudos to my brother for making the wall at Meat Mechanics with his Facebook review.  He  received two free pork tacos and got Doc Ellis's mug posted in public.
Well played, Sir.

Red beans and rice with fried eggs on top.
Eat this for breakfast and then carry your car to work.

Obligatory Frita shot.

Turns out the Grandmother of my wife's good friend is the roommate of the lady who received the "visit".  
I could be wrong, but I'm fairly certain it was covered by the Affordable Care Act.

When did MC Ice-T start writing greeting cards?  I don''t really care, I'm just glad to see he's back.

The April GQ cover.

My man looks like he is waiting for the other shoe to fall.
He just ain't buying what she is selling.

Cute picture until you realize that his head is stuck.  I think they ended up putting a ski cap to protect his ears and squeezed him back through.

 Looks like the Ragin' Asian Cajun made it back to N'Awlins to recharge his super powers.  That is all well and good, but should he share them with his young one?
As Uncle Ben wisely told Peter Parker,
"With great power comes great responsibility."

Way to go, Chase!
Kudos for being the lead in "Shrek, the Musical."

What are you talking about?
That hard stick of pink gum is as fresh today as it was when they packaged it thirty years ago!

This is what you end up with when you ask us to pose for photos.  We only take live action seriously, people.

When I see this, all I can think about is that Led Zeppelin's song "Black Dog" went on a really bad trip.

So far, things are looking good for Delaware this season.  I just received news that they obtained Phae, their first round draft pick from the Canadian League.  This could be the boost they so desperately needed.
Although this newscaster is not privy to know why, he is being told that her DE nickname is  "Jay."

My pole shed after a spring cleaning.  It is amazing what junk you can get rid of when you put a "Free" sign on it at the end of the road.

Here is a pic of a lovely young lady celebrating her first wedding anniversary.  She and her husband decided to take a go-cart ride prior to the evening meal, and unfortunately, it made her super nauseous.  A photo of her after the ride does exist, but as head editor of this blog, I made the decision to omit it.  It is important for me to see life through rose-color glasses right now.
Happy Anniversary to D and D.  May there be many more.

Riesling and sunshine, viewed by her.
Corona and my sunshine, viewed by me.

On her way to Paris via Germany, Jen took a shot of this Ausfahrt road sign and felt it was crucial for my wife to know the proper pronunciation. She knows my wife well.  

Mr. Ice Cream Man blew passed me on my drive home.  It was my first indicator that warm wether is coming.

Here was my second.  The very first watermelon of the season.
(My neuroses needs me to divulge that the white bread was requested by my Dad.  It's not for me).

See you next week.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Sunday Evening Post

Hey. You.
Get off of my cloud.
The week in pictures.

Sunday family dessert is still going strong. Kinfolk gathered around for chocolate and strawberry cake.

I also get like this when it comes to oatmeal.  It and vanilla ice cream are my weaknesses.

Pretty cool dance move.  I've seen it before somewhere.

Oh yeah.  Now I remember.

My Little Ponies went punk with some styling' mohawks.

The stylists continued their flow with a rendition of Toni Basil's "Hey Mickey" music video.

I tried to go to my son's Math Team awards banquet but as you can see, I failed the entrance exam with a 55.
I kid.  That was my table.

The outside fountain at Ava's restaurant in St. Michaels.  Beautiful day.  The town was a lot of fun.


Everybody was out and about starting their spring clean up.

Ice cream joint tip jar.

A whole lot of '80s going on this week and I sort of dig it. 

Text picture from my bro.

My kale was all stressed out so I gave it a massage.

See you next week.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Sunday Evening Post

Like cards in a deck, there are 52 weeks in a year.  So in essence, this blog is a long, drawn out game of 52-card pick up.
One more week.

Fritarose chewing on a stuffed toy.  Soon I will unleash her on the feral cats that hang around the garage at night.

Johnny Football donned his colors one more time for a personal photo shoot.  Class of 1964, D. Cox was the starting QB known for throwing long bombs into the hands of awaiting players.
Too bad they always seemed to be playing for the visiting team.

Why the long face, Miss?

Looks like this Mom got a nice show of affection from her daughter.  She even left a smidgen of her dessert cookie as well.

Meanwhile, the same kid needed to clear the air with a new boyfriend from school.  
Notice the lack of cookie.
This one means business.

Scenic view sent from Florida while here in the DE it was a snow day.

Birthday berries, fresh whipped cream, and meringue for yours truly, who turned 42.

I guess you are never too old to get called "Coldbeef".  If I was a pro wrestler, that would be my handle.

This old photo made its rounds after a thirteen year hiatus.  My wife's friend J was showcased in Time magazine for a PETA protest she participated in.

Fresh orange juice squeezer that keeps the squishings away from your clothes.

My son took this shot at a D.C. cake show, which he visited with his grandparents.

Feeling inspired, he went straight home to make his own.  Looks like he received assistance from a giant nose (seen at top right of photo).

Here is the final product.

Even though this is within the weight restrictions, I am pretty certain the load warning is meant for one person only.
They later juggled knives and chainsaws.

My wife and I had a date night at the movies.  As you can see, The Grand Budapest Hotel was a big hit here in Dover.  Do yourself a favor, though, and go see it.  Willem Dafoe has a fantastic part.

Coolest exit sign design.

The young ones get their ramen on.

I just realized that sardines are fast food sushi.  

The real thing.  A late night snack at the sushi bar.  

See you next week.