Party Games. . .
I'm not sure what this was all about, but I have several pictures of Nauti Girl performing her amazing talents.
Pieces Parts. . .
Thank Goodness!
Caw Caw has been a part of my life for many years now.
I first met Caw Caw when Nauti Girl and Marslenjurg came to visit me in Central America. Apparently, Caw Caw was found in Mexico at a roadside stand on the side of a dusty road and has since traveled the world in style, living it up higher than any of his kind have ever before.
Here's Caw Caw and Marslenjurg partying it up in Costa Rica:
Always one for hijinks, Caw Caw recently went missing and was being held hostage by a deranged Yarn Donkey. I am happy to announce Caw Caw's safe return and you can read all about it over at Beatrice's place. She has the inside scoop!
Words To Live By. . .
"Well we don't rent pigs and I figure it's better to say it right out front because a man that does like to rent pigs is... he's hard to stop." -- Gus McRae on the mini-series Lonesome DovePhoto courtesy of Nauti Girl. Quote research courtesy of Nils.
HP Stands For. . .
Happening Poorly.
William Hewlett and David Packard are probably rolling over in their graves.
I am half way to becoming a computer scientist as I eke a little life back into this square box of silicon and copper. A rather rough go of it, but hey, life is about learning and if you're not willing to learn, then you will end up like this person.
I called HP to request a new copy of the recovery CD that goes with this laptop. I've used another copy of Windows to be able to use my computer, but it loaded generic drivers for most of the devices and even though I've replaced those with the proper upgrade, the computer is still not operating at full speed.
I got email notice shortly after my request for a new CD, of which I had to pay for the shipping and handling, and realized the CD was being shipped to, of all places, Hattiesburg! To my sister!!! What the hell? I had just given "Mary Jane" the proper address over the phone and they still shipped it to an address I used when I was overseas.
Not only that, but I had given them the address twice before and not only that, last year they shipped me a box to put my laptop in for repairs that I shipped to them and then they shipped back to me!! To this address!! OMG!! WTF!!
*sigh*
I find myself sitting here, staring at the phone, awaiting with glee the confrontation that is to come. I paid to have overnight shipping and it is now day three. Can't wait to talk to this "Mary Jane" again.
So, as we wait together, let's enjoy a video courtesy of Nauti Girl! She poses the question: how many illegals can you fit in one van?
The Rumor. . .
Early at Nauti Girl's birthday party there was a rumor. And not a rumor like people having sex in the bathroom which was kinda true or some married gal grabbing everyone's junk throughout the night, also kinda true. Or first cut coke on the third floor of the house, not true.
No, this was a rumor of such magnitude and caused a ripple so great through the emotional fabric of the party, that it simply had to be true.
Someone leaked the news that Marslenjurg Boorjgreejuglaarg, father of Nils and husband of birthday girl extraordinaire Nauti Girl, was going to make a special appearance highlighting one of his multitude of talents.
Marslenjurg is a special man to many of us. Not only is he the brain trust behind his son's success as a Norwegian soap opera star and the latest reality-based sensation, "Where In The Fjord Am I" starring Nils, he is also the creator of the latest in vacuuming technology called "The Sucker."
Needless to say, anything that Marslenjurg touches turns to gold and one of his least attributed talents, among the many he has, is powerful and awe-inspiring enough to stop traffic, time and a great party dead in it's tracks.
Marslenjurg is a world champion "pool cue air guitar" player. And word is, he's gonna play tonight.
Some reaction from the crowd:


The Essentials. . .
When planning a party, there are a few timeless essentials for trouble free fun and delight!
You've gotta have some Jagermeister. . .
. . .and some fresh?? fish.
Bloody Marys for pre-party preparations and the next day for the inevitable hangover.
Some fine wines in cutsey bottles. . .
and what party wouldn't have the ubiquitous party trays?
And how could you possibly plan a party without Nils the Fish Slayer splattering fish brains all over the kitchen?Almost there, but there seems to be one thing missing. . .
The donkey that never showed.
Nauti Girl. . .
is from Texas and wants to show you her big Independence Day, uh, fish.Those are redfish by the way, even though they're kinda green. Quite tasty also!
What Is It. . .


Or their keen ability to identify the long-range objectives and zero in on the solutions?

Is it their ability to multi-task, all the while maintaining bright smiles and positive attitudes?

Or the deep cunning that smolders inside?

Or is it simply the fact that they like to drink beer, fish, shoot shit and act foolish just like men?
I'll let y'all be the judge. What do you think?
Oh, and if you ever have difficulty deciding whether a woman is from Texas or not? Just look closely enough and I'm sure you'll find the answer.

Good Music, Good People, Good Times. . .
Predicting human behaviour is about as easy as understanding Relativistic Mechanics. Yet, some aspects are easily discerned. Like at an impromptu, small-scale house party.
All it requires is a smile and a good attitude. . .. . .some decent music and shameless performing. . .
even a temporary tattoo(?) might be in order.And of course, don't be shy. . .
and just when you think you've got it all figured out. . .
God comes in and kicks you right in the balls.