Sunday, January 23, 2011

Sunday Evening Post

The week in photos posted while one ear stays glued to the Steelers game.

In the infamous words of R. Kelly:
I'm a flirt.

Irish oatmeal bread baked by a Jew and consumed by a Protestant Viking.

We saved this one form the local book-burning.
I like the fact that any book can be given legitimacy when the subtitle "Based on a True Story" is added.

I always kid my wife about her boyfriend, but now I have photographic proof that he exists.  As expected, she's turning me in for a younger model.  He stands 3 feet eight with his hair down, 4 feet five with it up.

The He-Man Woman Hater Club met at our home this week.

Swim meets can get crowded, so Sharpies can mean the difference between watching the wrong kid do the 50-meter back stroke.

Tortilla Soup.

My son and I wasted an afternoon at the Mall up north.  He spotted this mobile hanging over head and was able to tell me about the artist that it was inspired by and the names of his most famous works.  When I was his age, I was lucky if I was able to tie my shoes correctly.

A surreal image from the Lego shop.  It looked like a scene from a film directed by Hitchcock-
Or maybe Stanley "Cube Brick" (Cube Brick - Get it? Legos? - Come on, that's pretty funny).

I'm the only dude I know that wears Ugg boots and I catch a lot of flak over it from peers --- until this week when the temperature dipped into the single digits.  Who is laughing now?

It's official.
The Steelers are going to the Super Bowl.
My Henchman 24 Memorial Shirt worked again.
I'll be wearing it during the big game.

See you next week.


  1. I'm amazed at what kids know these days. Like you, when I was a teenager I thought I was smart if I could remember where my book locker was at school and keep my jaw from hanging open like an ape. Another wonderful Sunday Post!

  2. I still can't believe I'm related to someone who wears Uggs.