Paging the Patriots / Order of the Wurst

Still talking about the Archers show obviously. Going to claim Eric Johnson as one of the all time under rated second fiddlers. A true noodler. On the subject, the A-man over achiever, under ink earners:

Stickman - my new somehow FB friend, George Hurley.
Thunder broom - Matt Lukin. Right under TAD in terms of who to do in '86.
Warbler - Mike Mills, REM. Pipes of pleather.
Axe - King Roeser. Riffs for tiny miles.

Anyways, another fourth in the books. We all have nap hair. Burn ban curbed the hijinks this year, but all around, perfect. Including "sandwich" #4. Pics below in the scroll, but first, Heroics from the COSTA first annual instant classic. Boated a bonnethead, some sea trout and a redfish. Wasn't pretty, I cast most of my bait straight to the mangroves. Luckily, my fixer caught everything with gills in a four acre area. Trophy secured.







The lovely Leete's had us back out to the ranch for the holiday - the ranch is for the ages. Jane very interested in getting one. Made radish pickles prior, turned out pretty good. The tumeric, turns out, makes your pee smell like windex. Very able crew out there, all matter of matter consumed.















And the closer - Jane's drawing of grandpa and grandma McKenna. Uncanny.

Paint as a Fragrance

The patriots are a little bummed about the Gold Cup result. Did not expect to put two on the hombres. Did also not expect to then concede four. Time to get the cleats out. My motivational left foot demands an audience.

Charles suggested, from some industry history, that bands only have 50 good songs in them. We saw the Archers play the other night, they played all 50 of theirs. I tend to agree. Couldn't think on any exceptions. Even AC/DC. Maybe Bob Pollard, if Striped White Jets counts. We're pulling for you Coldplay, 49 to go.

Scenes from Lake Austin Blvd.

And some video from the birthday:

Morning surprise:


Hung the swing just in time for the party:


Candle-shy:

A few more...

...Courtesy of party guest and all-pro legit photog Jessie Bloede (mom to August) and her iPhone. These were too pretty not to share. I'm going to ask her for iPhone lessons!

Trips the Light Fandango

The Skinny Jibber celebrated her birthday today, mostly in the front yard. Her posse and handlers attended. Mom had the place set up royal, the house accommodates a small fleet of small feet. Usual service: burgers, fancy dogs, stuff with cheese and sugar in it. Jane picked out her outfit solo - tutu bathing suit, tiara, ladybug wings. Seconds before the mayhem:



Things immediately got interesting. Red Bobo, a towering, 14 foot inflatable. Terrifying, though the kids found it a guffaw factory. We could only power her up in doses, due to noise and general rubbernecking.



Jane was in the cake zone quickly.



Grill general and meat lords.



The scene at 609 Deep Eddy.






Many of these pictured with child or children.



August, exuding June.


Henry, running out of watermelon.



The ballerina princess cake, pre face stuffing.



Ritual candle handling... and sharing the day with Xander (who incidentally blew out both cake's worth of candles)




And sprinklers.



With swings.



Modelling new threads. Thanks Grandma!



Post show, new bathing suit, new sprinkler.



Good party, all you out of towners missed. Crazy video coming tomorrow I think.

A mention, saw the Archers last night at Emo's. Genius. Ended with Nostalgia, perfect.