No Prickly Kisses

I take all my orders from this entity:


Ladybug conference, 1402 Drake.


Large lizard sighting.


We were all in PHX last weekend with the grands. Really good trip, albeit a very brief one. Finally ate at the Pizzeria Bianco. 2.5 hour wait, kind of worth it, mostly due to good behavior from the bug and a pleasant lack of other plans.


Children's museum. Which somehow doubles as a pizza kitchen.





McKenna HQ.



Congratulations to Mom and Dad for having been married for an eternity. Between you guys and those nerds in Charlotte, bar is set pretty high.


This place is called the Ricky G.




On Thursday, we mounted this steed. It's been downhill since.




Boat party on Friday. This still cracks me up.


Charles had a birthday last night. Went huge.


Big war whoops for the Shannons and Paynters, on occasion of their new arrivals.

First Day of School!

Aside from reports that she was pushed off a tricycle on the playground by "an older boy", which resulted in a few tears and a bruised ego, but no physical damage, Jane's first day of preschool was a huge success. Here she is before leaving the house (a little apprehensive maybe):


But by the time we were out the front door, she was really excited:


And here's the homework Mom had for the first day- A place mat for snack and lunchtime, showcasing Janebug and her "peeps":


Wow, we have a preschooler.

Attack of the Hot Tomatoes

Hoo-rah weekend, we had the McKennas of SF here, hot times, literally. The Drake headquarters working overtime to keep the small people entertained, wet and well fed.

These two rock the party that rocks the body. I see poppas in those countenances:


I took shit for pictures, but here's Tiny on a bass, Ladybird Lake, dawn patrol, 10AM.


Cocktails at the San J - R&R in tow, pebble sorting.



Mind that shoulder sister.


Partially torn hip flexor. That is a party, truss me. This got grosser, now less gross.


Lockhart, Part II.


Our new joint, I think.


Whip In, post weather spectacular.




Closest thing I got to a group phone, let's hope Tiny comes through. Kids, get back soon. xxxxx

Recent hijinks, getting rocked at Doc's.



Removal of the near beard.



The daughter can eat some melon.



One of these slugs is a new father. I met Beaver this night, before the closepins made an appearance.

No Coventry for Old Men

We've had quite the weekend. Happy hours, visitors, fancy parties, fancy food, wake boarding, trip to the ER.....

Writing this all hopped on pain pills and muscle relaxants.

Back tracking, on Thursday the men of Travis Co. descended on the East Colorado for some bass fishing on the fly rigs. We fished for 20 minutes until the COA released 50,000 gallons per second us, stranding us on the wrong bank, forced to punch holes through backyard fences to escape. The survivors, chiggered:



We'll get them next time.

Hit the Perakos picnic Saturday, ate some real deal pork shoulders. The spread was extraordinary. Good eating here when your friends handle the cooking.



That's a tattoo, yes.




Uncle Charles engineered a trip to Lake Austin Saturday, killer action.




Dad got a three inch bass on the five weight. Jane impressed.





Beav got up first time, and second time. Kid's got talent.



Me not so lucky, this picture was snapped as my groin exploded. The kids had to jump in and save me.




Regaling the revelers with tales of my injury. Jane not impressed.



No hernia, thank heavens. Think I'm retiring from extreme sports for the moment.

Happy birthday to magic eightball!



And congratulations to HK and Maggie Brett, new father / mother. From Belmont, maybe 1998?



Giving "King of the Beach" summer jam honors, "Boyfriend" close second.

Yaos!