Showing posts with label scars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scars. Show all posts

Monday, October 3, 2011

Viva Knievel!!!

Fractured elbow and about seven or eight strawberries... Bones heal and chicks dig scars, play that sympathy card buddy!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Tattooed

If you know me you would had thought this would had been my first tattoo... 

So I finally got my Dr Pepper tattoo. I went down to Randy Adam's Tattoo Studio and had Wil do this one for me. If you don't know Wil, he's a helluva nice guy. Some how I was introduced to Chad (who is no longer with us) to do about eight of my tattoos. Every time I was in Chad's chair good ol' Wil would stop and see what I was getting and make small talk. I was living about six blocks from the place at the time and would stop by regularly. If Chad was busy, I'd talk to Wil and watch him work. I really wanted Wil to tattoo me also, but was uncertain on how Chad would feel. He and I had become pretty tight. Now that he has departed this world, looks like I'm in good hands with Wil... If you are looking to get tattooed, I highly recommend Wil. 


Tuesday, September 28, 2010

gifts

So my wife gets me this bike the other day for my birthday. It's exactly what I wanted! Ardun and I will get plenty of use from it. Now Gavin has someone to ride bikes with. I took it for a spin, Samantha took it for a spin. Guess which one of us wiped out? Yep, Samantha. She did a great job of protecting Ardun... but not a good job at all of protecting herself. Banged up elbow and ankle. I am really proud of how she put Ardun first. She might be a good mom after all!




Friday, September 24, 2010

That's gonna leave a mark.

So I'm sitting there watching Ardun play, took my eyes off him for a second and he starts crying hystericly. (He's tuff and doesn't cry.) It appears that he either pinched his nose in his sunglasses or the dog bit him. He's got a nice lil gash at the top of his nose between his eyebrows now. The deal is we have two dogs. Huckleberry, who is my five year old basset and Riley, who is my wife's ten year old corgie mix. Fortunately Huck was no where near Ardun when the shit hit the fan. Had he been the wife would had me put him outside for the night at minimum, if not indefinatly. Good ol' Riley, who has snapped at Ardun before, was not disciplined, we don't even know if she is guilty of anything. The good news is Ardun is a really tuff little guy, the bad news is he's probably gonna get a scar out of the deal. I love that little guy so much and it hurts me deeply to see him in pain. I'm just so overly thankful that he is not a crybaby. He's my little Evel Knievel!