Since I played the part of the abusive husband this year, and neglected to do anything for Sweet Jeri's birthday (yet) - (And perhaps that's why she hasn't talked to me this week..), it was left to other sources:
My Parents making her eat:
Again with the parents....or is it me?
And also with her side of the family, that's the infamous Uncle Pat
Partway through The Butterfly Lovers Concerto I heard some rustling. Later I find that Jeri has learned to create a ghillie suit out of that hair of hers....
Now that she's been relocated from Bisbee to Tucson.
I had the opportunity to spend some quiet time with Sweet Jeri the last few days (well, quiet for me that is...she endured the ever constant flow of bi-polar nonsense that streams from my mouth....wait...that's another entry..). To mark the 6 years of patience, we headed South for on of our favourite destinations.
On the way, we made a brief, yet requisite stop in Tombstone, where, incidentally the remaining objects I needed to complete my best friends glycerin project were nowhere to be found. (Fuckers!) Instead I did see:
A hearse
And of course, a Tombstone at Boothill Cemetery
Then, I apparently began whining, so we got back in the car and continued on our way. (I did get my ice cream though!)
The Inn we stayed in was immaculate, sumptuous, and perfect for our trip. I trust young Jeri will add a few remarks, regarding the inn later.
Looking towards the balcony:
And off the balcony:
We feasted:
(note the inappropriate term)
How it looks...sort of...
Jeri's well burnt steak (it's how she likes it....weird-o!)
And what she tends to leave behind (weird-o!)
The town can, and is incredibly difficult to photograph, at least for fat fingered boys like myself It's a beautiful, comforting environment, much like my wife, who is my life!
Jeri made another wise investment in her future......ta da:
Thank you Doodle!
Ok, so Bear Grylls, Les Stroud, and of course, K-Dog I'm not. Yet....but then again, it's early yet. After hearing that over 90 people are attacked by the Wild Doodle each year (That's nearly 2 people a week!), I set out to see if I could show you, the viewer, how to survive a Wild Doodle attack.
Fortunately, when she knocked the camera out of my hands, the power was cut off, preventing the viewer from hearing my childish, and very girlish shrieks, and the copius micturating on the floor preventing viewers from learning how they too can fend off an attack using just a grommet, common house plant leaf, and spit.
this post to my friend Stephanie in celebration of her birth. Who else could appreciate this fine specimen that i spotted in the middle of a monsoon. My lovely husband for being sweet enough to slam on the breaks. I love the both of you weirdos!
The clock collection nicely captured in reflection
Profile
Standing in Lotus
Alms bowl (with prayer for breast cancer patient)
Detail of headdress
It is with profound sadness that you could not be here with me to have a glass of wine, to see Buddha and to save me from Dr. Dommisse!
Saturday night, fresh Mojito in my new Cirque Highballs!
A little while ago, maybe 5 years or so, give or take (1,825 days); I nimbly maneuvered my Chrysler Tremonton into the drive, and strolled across the street, Bill Melcher in tow, and threw open the doors of the Buffet. As my eyes adjusted to the pitch darkness, I was able to see everyone suffer from the blast of light I invoked upon them. I sat down with Bill, ordered a pitcher or two, and smoked a few cigarettes.
I had no idea that just a few moments later (18 minutes), a somewhat intoxicated woman would come up and force me to do something that would forever change my life.
We've done a lot these 5 years Doodle, wait 'til you see what the next 5 have in store for us.
All this is yours, and I love you!
Happy Birthday Jeri!
Jeri's taken to watching Rockstar: Supernova and I have but two things to say about the show.
Tomorrow marks the first day that of Jeri's work in Vascular Atresiatic Exostasis. Of course, due to her diligence and unyielding heart shaped ass, she will be working at the vascular center that was her first choice....good job Monkey!
When Jeri was going through some old family photos, I found some sort of report, essay or some other intellectual fodder she had been working on at some point in her life. Fortunately I was able to steal it for a minute and post it here:
Waking up to you is one of my favourite things in life
Hooked
Donkey
Cannery
Mummified
Instrumental
