Question of the day...

Can anyone explain to me why the only part of my body that doesn't continuously sprout hair, is the part that is supposed to have hair?



Just wondering.

Has anyone seen my son?

He needed a haircut...but it was his decision. We forgot what his eyes looked like. Here are some before shots.


















Handsome Young Man, Huh?

for those of you out there in blogger land that don't see Scott often... here is the new look. Makes him looks older, I think.

Happy Valentine's Day

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day!

In response to B Hoody's List of great conversation heart gifts, I am please to present....

Steve's Semi-Autobiographical Top Ten List of What NOT to get your wife for Valentine's Day


10. The book, "Dick Cheney's Guide to Hunting Safety"


9. Clothes, because it will be too big (not good), too small (worse) or just right (still not good).


8. Thigh Master (self-explanatory)


7. Depilatory Products (possibly practical, but not very romantic)


6. Cookware (no matter how many times she has said she wants a dutch oven, this is not when she wants it.)


5. Anything that you would like to receive. (A Sand Wedge is an excellent gift for me, but apparently not a good choice for her.)


4. Swiss Army Spork


3. A Chia Pet


2. A Jew's Harp







1. Nothing, I don't need a special day to tell my wife I love her.


Happy Valentine's Day, and I hope that the rest of you don't need a special day to the special ones in your life that you love them.

- Steve

Ties?

I just wanted to share a thought with my faithful blog readers. (Both of you.) I will start by saying that I am still fighting this gulf-coast crud that I have had since about half-way into the adult mission trip to Pascagoula, and I am tired of sneezing, aching and coughing. That notwithstanding, I am at work this week, and because of visits by auditors, examiners, directors, etc., I am required all week long to wear a tie. Now, I own quite a few ties, and don't mind occasionally wearing one, but an entire week???!!! (I have gotten quite spoiled since my days at the Bank, when I wore a suit every day of the week, and only enjoyed an infrequent casual Friday.) At any rate, this has gotten me, once again, started thinking about ties. At what point in the history of man did it suddenly become fashionable to tie a colored piece of fabric tightly around your throat? Why do we equate being uncomfortable with being fashionable? I guess there are a lot of other things that we can be thankful are no longer considered fashionable. Top Hats, monocles, spats, canes (I'm getting an image of Mr. Peanut all of the sudden....)



and notice that even HE, natty dresser that he is, doesn't wear a tie. (Although that might not be a fashion statement as much as an acknowledgement that he has no neck. I mean, look at him, he would have to tie the tie around his middle, and it would probably have to go under his arms. Come to think of it, if Mr. Potato Head had a tie, he would wear it just above his shoes. Maybe I just need to rethink tie placement... they said I had to wear one, they didn't dictate the exact location. HMMM.....)


That last little bit only makes sense if you think about the current Mr. Potato Head.



But back in the day, Mr. Potato Head had a fo' real body (with legs!) and his arms didn't come out the side of his skull like some sort of mutant. But if you remembered this, then you are probably as old as me.

Blog Tag - Steve's

FOUR JOBS I'VE HAD
Movie Theater Manager
Grocery Store Stocker
Liquor Store Manager (Yes, LIQUOR Store)
Forklift Operator

FOUR MOVIES I COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN
Star Wars Movies
It's a Wonderful Life
Princess Bride
The Jerk

FOUR BOOKS I COULD READ OVER AND OVER AGAIN
(I read a lot, so I don't generally go back and reread any, but...)
C.S. Lewis books
Max Schulman Trilogy (He also wrote "The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis", and if you remember that you are really old.)
"My Ten Years in a Quandary, and How they Grew." - Robert Benchley (He was the man who said "There are two types of people in the world, those who believe there are two types of people, and those who don't.")
and of course the Bible

FOUR PLACES I HAVE LIVED
Yonkers, NY
Cleveland OH
Darien, CT
Des Moines, IA

FOUR TV SHOWS I WATCH
Family Guy
Friends
Everybody Loves Raymond
Mythbusters

FOUR PLACES I HAVE BEEN ON VACATION
Maui
Sugarbush, Vermont
Alaska
Belize

FOUR WEBSITES I VISIT DAILY
MSNBC.com
blogger.com
yahoo sports
inside.fcfc.com

FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS
Spinach Enchiladas from Ninfas
French Fries from WingStop
Chicken Fried Steak Sandwich from Griff's
Macaroni and Cheese (Baked like mama used to make)

FOUR PLACES I WOULD LIKE TO BE RIGHT NOW
On a Caribbean cruise
Somewhere they have never heard of ties
Sitting down with my accountant trying to figure out how I ended up with so much money.
Right where I am.

I'm Back!

Sorry that I was gone for a time from Bloggerdom, but things here have been really busy. This is the first Tuesday Night update in quite some time. These particular pictures are from a Tuesday night several weeks (maybe even a couple of months) ago.

Brit and Trish decided it would be a great idea to get a coconut from H.E.B. and have that with our dinner. So they found one that was 'pre-cracked' (first sign that you are in trouble.) Actually this coconut was scored around the middle so that it would break open easier, and had a hole in the top that had been filled in with something (?) so you could puncture it and remove the milk.

I poked a hole in the top, and started pouring out some nasty looking stuff. First was a bunch of dirt, which we assumed was from the stuff that got poked into the coconut as I was opening the top, and then was a clearish liquid that did not smell right to me, but which Brit drank anyway. Then I broke the coconut open and this is what we found.



EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

Brit suddenly didn't feel so well. (Heck, I didn't feel so well, and all I did was touch the thing.)



Fortunately we had a number of items on hand that we could use as an antidote, so Brit hurriedly tried all of them .



And, in the end, to noone's surprise the magic cure for molded coconut sickness was Krackuh's Magic Cheeseball!



After all that excitement we all settled down and played Golf. You can see how I am unable to contain my excitement and exuberance in this next picture. (There was more on the Golf Game on clifford p's blog but he removed it for some reason.)



Coming SOON - Pictures from my Dad's 80th Birthday party!!!