Saturday, August 29, 2009
Adam and Briana came back home today...our run as full time Buju puppy sitters is over for the time being. We had fun...it was definitely more work than I anticipated. I still feel like I need to be taking care of her...like I am forgetting to do it or something...dunno kinda weird.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
I am on my way to work after my morning Buju session and I see the best license plate frame EVER...I am going to start buying these in bulk and putting them on all of your vehicles.
I'd Rather Be
At A Clay Aiken Concert
I think the better question would be...Who wouldn't!
Speaking of terrible music...Meggy and I will be doing up some Street Scene this year...she won tickets from a local radio station 94.9. I only say terrible because I listened to every band on the schedule this week trying to figure out who to skip...it didn't take long. I am excited for way more bands than I originally thought. Anyone else going to be there?
Aaand our buddy Odell's band Lexington Field will be playing at Brick By Brick this Saturday in an Irish theme line-up with three other bands...the event is called Celtic Chaos. See you there?
P.S. - Most people fix cracked windshields...buuut pickup trucks with cracked windshields are kind of a Fordice family tradition.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Megan and I watched and episode of Hoarders on A&E...HOLY CRAP! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE...Never ever ever let me become a hoarder! Unless it's cars, motorcycles, guns, artwork, things of that nature.
The episode we watched one lady was a food hoarder...she had soooo much expired food and just shit rotting in her fridge....Just soaking in nasty rotten food fluid...so damn gross! And she was like meh that is still good it's only two years expired.
There is a rotten pumpkin sitting in the middle of her living room floor and they scoop it up with a shovel and it's all gnarly rotten, juicy, moldy...just gone and she stops them mid toss into the trash and is like oooh wait a minute let me grab a few seeds out of there...that was a really neat pumpkin, like one I have never seen before. Just so far gone...wacky!
Check it out if you get a chance...It is worth a watch...I am really amazed that these people let themselves get filmed and exposed to the world...I am sure it is part of the healing/recovery process.
So...a little back story...Megan and I are watching Briana and Adam's puppy Buju while they are on vacation. We cruise over to their place a few times a day, walk the pup, feed her, love her up and what have you. They live a few blocks away and the intersection at their place is a weirdo hot bed. We have our share of weirdos...but it seems like every night we cruise by there is always some shady character or two cruising around. Tonight was the topper at least I hope it was...cus I don't want to see any more then I did tonight.
Earlier in the evening Megan and I walked Buju, tucked her into her kennel and decided to go grab pizza after. We went to Bronx ordered a pie and walked down to CJ's for a few cocktails to wait out the cook time. Strolled back, nabbed our pizza, went home, grubbed, watched TV, had a few beers and started getting sleepy.
I reminded Megan we needed to walk Buju one more time so she'll be good for the morning. Meggy wanted to go but she was super sleepy. So I just grabbed my mountain bike and rode over to their place. SOOOO glad she didn't make the trek...and SUPER glad we didn't walk like we were planning on doing!
So it's Midnight-ish...I am on my merry way there cruising on my bicycle and I startle a man that is doing who knows what on a set of stairs wearing a parka jacket and no pants. I shake my head and continue on.
I get to Buju's place, take her for a quick walk, she handles her business, take her back inside, kiss her good night and head out. As I am walking down the stairs of their place I see the same pantless man scurrying around all crackhead\cockroachesque. Hiding behind cars, trees and walls and just generally being super fucking sketchy. The crazy part is the dude came from the complete opposite way...like the WAY long way around to be headed in the direction he was in. Especially surprising due to the fact that he was not wearing any pants...Fucker must have been fast....Maybe we can chalk it up to less wind resistance sans pants.
I am watching him creep around in front of their place...and he starts crossing the street and he must of had eyes in the back of his head he spots me watching him. FREAKING GREAT...he runs across the street looking back at me every other weirdly ran step...gets to the corner and starts peeking out from some bushes that pretty much just cover his head and shoulders...and I can still see the whole lower half peeking out at me.
So I am standing there in a stare off with a pant deficient man trying to plan out my next move...do I call the cops? Do I take my pants off? I pretty much have to ride right by the dude to get home. PAUSE.
As I am typing this I remembered that I did notice a lone pair of pants chilling in the flower bed where Buju handles her business earlier in the week. Maybe he was looking for them. UNPAUSE.
I feel kind of bad because this is where the big crazy highlight of the story should be...but it's really not that exciting. I hop on my bike start heading towards the man and I decide to yell the first thing that comes to my mind, "Hey you fucking stupid fucking mother fucker put some fucking goddamn pants on or get your fucking dumb ass the fuck inside!" Very rational and to the point. Mother fucker takes off running and not down the sidewalk...through every bush, plant and tree along the side of this fence. It sounded like someone barreling through a corn field...which couldn't of felt good on his stripped down lower half. And then he just disappeared into the night.
Kinda like Matt Forte after running all over the NY Giants defense last week...disappearing right into the end zone...but without pants and a handsome uniform.
So I hauled ass home just waiting for him to pop out of nowhere all weird lizard head moving cracked out crazy. But I never saw him...I think we went opposite ways.
Now I know we aren't in the most normal of locations and for most large cities things like this are common...but this really caught me off guard and creeped me the fuck out. So glad Meggy didn't have to witness that one! I thought for sure I was going to have pantless man nightmares...none yet...I will keep you posted.
Put pants on you fucking weirdos! Or just stay the fuck inside and be a weirdo on your own damn time!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Aaaad in the beige corner weighing in at 6lbs 14oz with an overall length of 17 inches....Maaaaaadeline KayyyyEllllllen L-l-l-lewis!
Stopped into Sharp Mary Birch Womens Hospital to visit with the happy new parents and meet the baby. Great little visit...THE CUTEST LITTLE BABY! I was so excited to meet that little lady I was so damn antsy. Congrats guys!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
How can you not love that face?!
I started the morning with a parking ticket on my truck...shoulda moved it when Meggy reminded me last night...oh well...Hopefully all this bad luck is a prelude to all the good luck I am going to get in our Fantasy Football Draft tonight?! Hmm? HMMM?!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday we cruised over to Jasin, Rachel, Megan, Tobias and Neesha's house for a little bbq. Buju got to run around with some full sized pitbulls...and wore herself right out. Awesome spread of food...Besides all the Coors Lights I'd definitally have to say my highlight of the bbq was the Bacon wrapped Jalapenos stuffed with Gouda and Shrimp. Oh man...So damn good! Thanks for having us over guys.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Meggy picked up our new shirts today. We are going to be looking sharp out on the soccer field tonight! Special thanks to the Catalina Lounge for hooking us up on the sponsorship. Stoked on the shirts...they look great...nice work Meggy!
Meggy looks like she's slangin em out of her trunk...I think I see her new CD in there too. Always hustlin that Meggy!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The other night we were relaxing on the couch, watching TV and I was drawing a picture related to a comment that Megan had made earlier in the day, "I wish I could just punch the fleas right off of Murphy." After finishing the "Flea Puncher" drawing Megan was karate chopping me telling me she chopped parts of my body right off...like my fingers, my arms, my neck and my nose. After she would karate chop them off I would draw a picture of it.
So today while at work and decided to re-draw the karate chopped fingers. Her karate chops cut with expert precision...not even scratching the bone...just taking the meat clean off...she's good like that.
Monday, August 10, 2009
UPDATE: Here are a couple of more pics. After I posted this I realized it was my 300th post...holy crap.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
I took Thursday off to knock out some work on the bug...I got most of the hood seal on before I locked myself out of the hood area while testing to see if I got the release cable hooked up right...I need another hand to pull the lever. Then I POR-15'd the front floors...That stuff is gnarly. They say to wear gloves because it that shit doesn't come off...and they aren't joking. I really recommend wearing gloves...Unless you like the paint on your hand look. Reminds me of old times. And Murphy was in super lover cat mode. I think his flea attack is finally getting taken care of...poor guy.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
More Buju photos from yesterday...She is a sweet little lady. It's amazing how much people love a puppies. We sat out in front of the new Mission Hill's Lefty's waiting for some Italian Beef Sandwiches. Normally no one would say a word to you. Now you add Buju into that equation and everyone wants to talk to you. Well...they don't really want to talk to you...they want to love up the puppy and then they ask a few questions just to include you.
My favorite was a guy that walked up and asked if he could be the 1000th person to ask if he could pet the puppy today...then he pretended to make cutesy puppy baby talking noises. He was funny.
I really enjoyed all the people's negative reactions to finding out she was a pitbull. Don't get me wrong I have seen plenty of pitbulls that would love to eat a baby or seven. But I have also met plenty that have been the biggest lovers EVER. It's all on the owner. Love you, Buju!