kenny
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A rough day at the office…
… at least it has a view of San Diego Bay!
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We Won!
“This email is to confirm that your requested credit has been processed. Your current balance is $165.00, which includes credits totaling $165.00. Thank you for using Verizon Wireless.” Yeah. It only took about 20 hours fighting them… so I guess that works out to $8.25 per hour. That’s okay… we still beat them down! 🙂
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He is just jealous…
The other day we went shooting with Eric & Sheree. It was a blast (no pun intended) and we had an awesome set-up that would do any hillbilly proud 🙂 I’ll let Kenny write more about it later, but I just wanted to post this video Sheree sent me. Listen carefully to Kenny at the end… He just wishes he was as good of a shot as me… there is really no other excuse for the trash talking!
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All in a night’s work…
It is 2:13 am. I have been lying on my back for the past several hours. Not in bed, but in the grass. A night sky. A crystal clear night sky. The only unnatural light is coming from Cape Blanco Lighthouse, twenty-some miles to the south. And even then, it only blinks once every twenty seconds. The ocean’s wave crash onto the beach only one hundred yards away. They roll up with a consistent hum – no, a consistent dull roar. The roar is broken occasionally by the call of one lonely seagull to another. An onshore breeze rustles the tall grasses. I can smell the dying campfires mixing with…
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All in a night’s work…
It is 2:13 am. I have been lying on my back for the past several hours. Not in bed, but in the grass. A night sky. A crystal clear night sky. The only unnatural light is coming from Cape Blanco Lighthouse, twenty-some miles to the south. And even then, it only blinks once every twenty seconds. The ocean’s wave crash onto the beach only one hundred yards away. They roll up with a consistent hum – no, a consistent dull roar. The roar is broken occasionally by the call of one lonely seagull to another. An onshore breeze rustles the tall grasses. I can smell the dying campfires mixing with…
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Oh I wish…
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S.O.S.
I had just left Jen’s office and was on my way to wash our fuel efficient Prius (yes, in these days of four plus dollars a gallon for fuel, we are happy to say that we are averaging just over 50 mpg). I was south-bound on Cuyamaca, when I noticed (I use that word in the most understated sense) a large Chevy Silverado stalled in the left lane. Now this ain’t your off-the-lot, normal pick-up truck. This was your double cab, long bed, 12” lift kit, 38” tires, gas-guzzling, he-man-woman-haters-club kind of truck. Of course, it was, at this point in time, being pushed, or at least attempting to be…
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Flappin’ Fish
In moving into the sixth stage of my grieving process, hope, I decided to wander back into the pet store in hopes of finding a replacement for my dear lost friend, Fiddle. You may remember my tragic story of loss with Fiddle, details of which I am not yet comfortable with, nor able to recount at this time… dramatic pause and moment of silence before moving onto next paragraph please. I slowly worked my way past the cute hamsters and creepy reptiles, working on my courage to brave into the aquarium section. After fifteen minutes, I finally mustered up the cahones to stop looking at the horny toads and ball…
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REWARD: Missing Crab
MISSING: CrabAnswers to the name “Fiddle”Escaped from tankMay have been eaten by a little black dog (AKA “Pilot”) Last night after Kenny got back from a weekend trip to Aspen, we shot over to Walmart and picked up a cute new addition to our fish tank. Fiddle settled right in and didn’t even seem to mind the fish. This morning when we checked on the tank we noticed we were missing the newest member of our aquatic family. Kenny searched the house high and low, but Fiddle is officially gone. Hopefully we don’t find him in a few days… after wondering why our house smelled like rotten sea food… Goodbye…
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Notes from Kenny
Kenny was gone this last week in Dallas for training. Here are a few funny notes he sent me while he was gone… As you can tell, he really doesn’t like flying commercial 🙂 On his way there… in the airport… Arg! “Son of a freaking monkey, stinky perfume lady with huge stinkin hat sitting next me. And she brought half of all her personal belongings to store at her… and my feet.” *** “Oh No! Now she has a cd player and is humming to it. That will stop real soon I guarantee.” On his way home… waiting for his flight… “Ah Dallas in the summer! There is a…
