Balls and Walnuts
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New toy!
Maybe it’s seasonal affective disorder, our interminable rain, overwork, not enough sleep, lack of exercise, or crappy diet, but I needed a new toy to cheer me up, so I bought myself a scanner. We had a scanner, a decrepit creature abandoned by its maker (we couldn’t find a driver for Windows XP). But this new puppy is state of the art: an HP Scanjet 4850. Not top o’ the line, but more scanner than I need.
I debated with myself what to give you first. A photo of my dad’s parents dancing cheek to cheek? Perhaps a photo of my parents at half my present age, sitting next to one another on the beach? Maybe I should put up the photo of my mom’s dad in a Nazi uniform. (Nope. Gonna save that story for another day.)
No, I decided to post clear-cut evidence of my early attempts to ruin my son’s liver.
Be honest. You have a picture of your son or daughter like this, don’t you? It’s one of those irresistible photo opportunities.
That’s Carta Blanca, by the way — damn near unavailable in Northern California, but it’s our favorite beer. And Jake’s, too, by the look on his face.
Disclaimer for the humor-impaired, the gullible, and the meddlesome: the bottle was empty.
Nearly.
D.
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Hidey-ho there Stranger. Just kinda stumbled upon your blog and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna add it to my faves next to WaiterRant…by the way, I found that Godblog website on accident once, actually a couple days ago, bugged the hell outta me too.
E
Cool! New people. Penguin’s note looks like spam, but I checked out the blog, and he’s for real. Soggydem is for real, too, although I couldn’t find a recently updated blog.
Welcome. I hope you folks come back. New content daily, and it’s usually better than this ;o)
Much more often than mine.
Perhaps I should just give it up and become a full time blog whore, and not worry about pimping my site.
It would be way more fun, plus I don’t have to wrack my brain trying to come up with blogs.
X
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X
I have a slightly similar photo, myself. Except the living being cradling the longneck is not my offspring, but my long-forgotten cat.
The cat looked much more jaded, though. And it was only the first bottle.
Great blog, by the way. You’re among my ‘must-reads’ now. (Blame Kate. It’s all her fault.) 😉
Kris
Doug, I have a great blackmail photo of my son, age 2, wearing his sister’s dress up high heels. I’m blowing it up poster size in anticipation of the teen rebellion stage.
Jake is beautiful. Carta Blanca is probably not avail. in Alabama either. meebe pacific nw? You and your family are invited to Port Townsend any summer you want, btw. xoxo
Carta Blanca does come to Alabama; I get it at our local favorite Mexican place. Hard to find in stores, though.
Shiner Bock (Texas beer!) is a favorite, also.
Lots of new friends. How cool is that?
X: like pbw said (hopefully I’ll paraphrase this without too much distortion), you should enjoy what you’re doing with your blog, or else, what’s the point? I tend to let the side-blogs go when they become more of a chore than fun (like Bare Rump’s Diary). This one stays fun for me.
Kris & Robyn: post the photos!
blue gal: back at ya.
Hi Jeff. I wish I could buy a case online. Wonder if there are laws against something like that?
Um, that’s a great photo. I have many like that except since I’m 22 and have no offspring (that I know of) they all involve dogs and horses. And cheap, collegetown beer. Milwaukie Beast. Ugh.
Our picture is of our daughter cheerfully eating dog food. We’re planning on using it at just the right moment with a future beau.
Introducing our daughter to beer at a young age backfired on us. We let her have a little sip, expecting the lemon face and her deciding she didn’t like it and thus would stop begging us for drinks of it. Instead she loved it. Loved. It.
After that we figured we were better off not letting her try cigars and mixed drinks because if that backfired on us too we’d be on the Child Protective Services hit list.
Hehe, I got my first beer when I was seven (not a sip, but a nice glass full of it). My father just told me I should drink slowly and tell him if I felt dizzy. Well, I didn’t feel dizzy, giddy or giggly, so a beer was ok on special occasions (like birthdays or a dining out on a holiday). A few years later, I got introduced to wine, too, and when I was sixteen, to stronger stuff. Since I could legally drink at home, I never felt like trying it behind my parent’s back like so many other kids (there were some 14-16 year olds who had big problems) and I learned to deal with alcoholic beverages in a responsible way.
Not allowing kids to drink at all until they’re 21 will only lead to even more illegal drinking. Or they pass out on their 21st birthday. 🙂
btw supremes outlawed anti wine internet sales so beer s/b ok too? Sorry for abrev. got sleeping todlr in my lap…
The conversation is coming back to me:
“Ba-ba.”
“Doug, he wants his bottle. Can you get it?”
“Bottle, eh? Okay.”
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