Saturday: An Early Halloween

Kristi, PJ, Dale and I started our early Halloween off by having lunch and drinks at our friendly neighborhood tres amigos (or “three’s” as I prefer to call it). I think PJ set the record for Grande Margarita drinking by having four of those big boys!

After Lunch we went back home and got ready for the Halloween party that was happening that night.
Kristi was a doll/beer girl and I was a witch. Cool hat, no? I made it. I know….I’m awesome. Moving on…



PJ was a bar fly, complete with mini bottles of alcohol which somehow disappeared throughout the night as people would come up and hug him.
Dale was a character you might see being interviewed by Chris Hanson on Datelines “To Catch a Predator”. He went by “Chester”. I’ll show you his other tattoo later.


The following is a list of things that happened. Pics will be randomly included.

I tried to French kiss Chewbacca


Somebody tried to get even friendlier with Chewy.


That Chewbacca is irresistible to women


Oh yes, somebody jumped in that pool. I have one pic of Jeffers with half his ass showing as he got out of the pool, but I thought I would be nice and omit it from my blog. It was a tough decision.



Brad allowed me to be in his presence again, even though I have previously chipped his tooth and burned his eyebrow. I am happy to report that I caused no physical harm to Brad that night.

He got lucky, because I could have easily set him on fire with that lighter I am carrying.

There were no snacks at the party (unless you count jello shots), so people reverted to cannibalism.


Speaking of jello shots…




The margaritas, goblin punch, and lord knows what else, finally caught up with PJ.

I think he drank his mustache.

Kristi lost her wig.


Brad found it.

Why yes, that is self tanner all over Brad's hands. He was "The Hoff" and he needed his baywatch tan. I don't remember The Hoff's hands being that orange....

Dale had a mini whisky. Thank goodness it was a small. Otherwise, it might have been another “whiskey Dale” Halloween.

Side note: I’ll never forget that Halloween when Dale broke my fairy princess wand.

Dale considered busting a pumpkin on PJ’s head


But reconsidered and used it as a picture prop.


PJ repaid Dale’s kindness by slicking his hair back.


Kristi finds a place to store the Bacardi O


The puppet master, Brad, commands Kim to laugh


The wicked witch of the east meets the wicked witch of the boobs..I mean the west.


The Webbs take another sloppy Halloween pic


As do the Pelletiers



More pics to come (including the must see “unfortunate UT fan”).

Good day.

I SAID GOOD DAY!

Guest Blogger ( because I'm busy packing)

My good buddy Margaret e-mailed me this nice story the other day, and I had to share it with you.
(Margaret, or “Maggie”)

Below is the story of the wildlife rescue I took part in Sunday evening a week ago. This is a true story.

I was walking to my car after a date (at Taverna) in a downtown area of Austin that has restaurants and high end stores. I turn the corner and see two people excitedly taking pictures at the other corner (Cantina Laredo). Their truck was parked in the middle of the street. They took about 63 pictures and ran to the truck yelling at me, "There's a porcupine!" and "Only in Austin!"


So I walk up and sure enough there is a poor little porcupine trying to hide under the tables of a restaurant. I keep walking but quickly start feeling bad. I am across the street and I call my roommate to have her google "wildlife rescue Austin." As she is looking for it I watch two guys walk by and also notice the poor little rodent. (I learned later that they are rodents. Thought they were mammals or something.) The guys are so excited and start jumping around. By that time Ingrid gives me the wildlife number and I start walking back across the street, the little guy has left the restaurant tables and is running along the wall as the two guys jump behind him. The porcupine and the two guys round a corner into the entrance of the lofts that are above the shops and restaurants. He goes into the entrance where the elevators are and when I turn the corner there is already another guy who had just come out of the elevator and his taking pictures of him with his phone's camera. At that moment I realize that the two jumping bean guys are probably homeless and are high on I am guessing meth or heroin.



They were so excited. They were squatting down looking at him and couldn't quit rubbing their legs and heads. They could hardly contain themselves. It's better when I act it out.

Unproductive phone calls ensue to try and find somebody to come get the porcupine. One of the meth guys gives a speech about the animal being the one in danger because we were told during phone calls that somebody would only come if a person was in danger. He spoke eloquently of it being us the humans who are the ones endangering the sweet animals. Somebody mentions rabies and one of them says that it cannot be transferred between species. I start to disagree because, well that not true, but quickly realize reason is not one of this guy's strengths at the moment. So the loft guy says he is going upstairs to get a box. I stay downstairs to make sure the meth guys don't try and give the porcupine a hug. One of them can't contain himself and runs off to find his own box. He comes back all proud with one a little bigger than a shoe box. This animal we are dealing with is the size of a large cat.


His friend says something like, "Dude that's way too small." So he runs off again and gets a bigger one. Meanwhile meth guy #2 grabs a trash container that has wheels that was in the doorway. Now we are on to something because about three blocks away is the river that runs through town and has a bit of a green belt. So loft guy comes down with his date, a huge car cover, and a mid-size box. I haven't stopped laughing for about 15 minutes.

The porcupine was really cute. He sat like a human does and had these little arms that were kind of human-like too.


He never tried to run anywhere else but just sat in the corner and shook. Poor guy. Loft guy was kind of the leader and sends his date to get the wine and cigarettes at the store next door which is why he originally came down to the street level. We wait while she goes and gets the items and the four of them have a cigarette when she gets back. It seemed we were taking in the moment and what we were about to do. After that we were ready for action. The loft guy and two other guys that had joined the crew then laid the trash bin down and pushed it into the corner and scooped up the porcupine and flipped the lid over the top. Then the loft couple, the meth couple, and I all walk together the three blocks to release the porcupine back into the wild.


I told the girl wouldn't it be funny if they release him just to turn around and see him run back up the hill, into the street, and get hit by a car. I remembered my father telling me once about a rehabilitated seal that was re-released into the ocean. The whole town that had rescued it watched the release only to see the seal be eaten by a killer whale lingering near the shore.


Oh my goodness, we were quite the crew. On the way back to my car the two meth guys popped around various corners about three times. I called my date afterward to tell him what had happened and he expressed disappointment at missing the excitement. I told him that's what he gets for not walking me to my car.

-Maggie

Crash, Boom, Bam!

Did you want to see the volvo after Dale introduced it to an oak tree?

We took it to the shop yesterday. Hopefully, I will get it back as it was before. Things with the house are going well. It seems that we meet with the realtor every friggen’ day, but It’s ok. He is a nice guy and he is working hard to help us out. I am not going to say much about the house until I have the keys to the front door in my hand. I don’t want to jinx it. November 5^th is our closing date. I will have plenty to report then….I hope.

Lubbock was fun. I did the open jam again. This time, I sang Some Kind of Wonderful and Radar Love. I then got called back up for an encore and performed (what else) Bobby McGee. I am going to have to find a jam here in Austin. Not that I won’t continue to do the one in Lubbock, whenever I am there, because that whole thing is righteous.

For those of you in the know, John Sprott had bass duty this last time. He also sang harmony with me to Some Kind of Wonderful. I almost wet my pants!

Jesse B (the man in charge of the jam) asked me to consider Barracuda, by heart, the next time I come down. I am going to have to practice that song. I am not sure if I can hit that one note, but I will have to try. Ann Wilson has some pipes, yall! That shit ain’t easy.

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Hello, friends!

I have not posted in a while because our internet is all screwy. Ya feel me? Stupid Time Warner! UGH!

Any-hoo, all I can really do is update you on a few little things. I have new pics and video to share with you, but have not uploaded them just yet. Instead, you get this:

Look at that while I tell you the happenings, ok?

Numero Uno: Dale had a little accident with the Volvo. Basically, he backed into a lil oak tree. The casing around my rear left light is broken and there is a nasty little crinkle in the body. It sucks, but nobody was hurt. We will be getting it fixed soon. We have to wait until I come back from Lubbock (I will be traveling there this weekend) before we do anything. My poor car! I avoid looking at the damage because it makes my heart sink.

The tree is fine, by the way.

#2: Dale and I put an offer in on a house. It’s nice, ya’ll. Keep your fingers crossed for us. We really want this one. If it does not come through, then it was not meant to be. Still…I want this friggen place. It has the perfect bath tub!!! You know I like the baths.

Want another pic?

#3: Work is going great! I really like my job. I mean…there are the every day annoyances, like going to meetings I don’t really need to be a part of, but for the most part I really like it. Plus, I am finally getting paid! HOLLA!

Oh, look at this one:

#4: I rented season 1 of the show time(?) series “weeds”. I likey. However, It made me sad, because the main character’s husband died suddenly of a hear attack. I am not spoiling anything, I swear. They tell you that right away. It is just heart wrenching to see that portrayed because you start to think… “what if that happened to me.” It’s not cool. The show itself is good, though. Bean actually recommended it to me….or is it “Lainie” now?

That is about it for now, folks. I am going to try to post from Lubbock, where I will be this weekend. I want to show you pics of my broken car, amongst other things. I hope you are all having a good time in your day to day lives. Seriously, I do. That is what counts, after all.

Well, that and having a good friend to hold your hand when you have had too many shots because you went out with some good friends that like to have shots and you want to be cool like them. Shut up...I know that was a run-on sentence. Those pics were actually taken the night that I burned that fella’s eyebrow. Remember that?

Oh yes.