It was an insignificant little strip of wood cut from a block plane until I looked inside the curl- there's an almost perfect little English-style scroll in there.
So we're moving to a new location at work and this means I got asked to come in and help organize and put things on pallets to be moved easier later. So I cleared everything out of a conference room and decided to have a bit of fun since they never specified where everything should have been moved to... I moved the wall of my cubicle out and made a few additions. Does your cubicle at work have an entranceway comprised of two couches and a street hockey net and it's own conference table and executive chairs? Mine does. The black chair just past the conference table is my desk chair. Too bad it will only last a few days (hours).
To anyone(esp. breeders and rescues) that tell me that babies and Boston Terriers do not belong in the same house, I show this picture. My son is 11 days old, the dog is about 1.5 years old.
So the first shots of Jägerette's last shoot came in. This photographer is really good, and there are a lot of awesome shots. Being a photographer as well, his use of lighting really impresses me. My fave shot: *yes she is legal
I thought I'd respond to this rep comment since it implies I don't know how to raise my son. Guess I kinda failed to mention that picture was taken March 13, 2007. Here's one from January 2010(if you can't do the math, that would make my son 2). Oh and here's a picture of him with my OTHER Boston, taken July 2009(still 2). Since all 3 of them basically grew up together they are inseparable. In fact, since my dogs DON'T know YOU, stop by my house sometime and try to approach my son, see what happens. Oh and FYI, I will be a daddy again any day now to a daughter, plan on raising her exactly the same.
This is a departing shot of the neighborhood before hitting the high seas. 77°F on November 23rd - perhaps this should be a rave.
A car parked near work this morning. I didn't wait around the see the driver, as I severely doubt they could match the immediate mental image I wished for.
There are a lot of good things in life, but not too many beat seeing this out your living room everynight:
Here are a few pics from my adventure on Saturday. First two are on I-35 just outside St Paul at about 7:30 am on the way to the bait shop. This is I-94 on the way home about 1:00 pm. Believe it or not, there were idiots stopping in the middle of the interstate-not pulling over to the side but stopping in the middle of the one available lane-to clean off their windshields. That's no bueno when you can barely see past your bumper. This is my teammate. This is in the middle of the St Croix River. Visibility was less than 50 yards. It's hard to tell, but in whiteout conditions like this you can't determine distance and you don't have any depth perception.
I didn't think this kid could get any cuter. I was wrong. As you can probably guess, he didn't like wearing it in the house but he was much more accepting of it when we were outside. It even has a tail! Too cute!
The height of the pile relative to the car bumper sticking out is exaggerated due to my perspective, but damn- can you imagine the snow fort you could create with that mountain?
I found out why people drive like retards in the snow. It's because they are, in fact, retards. This genius is parked at a gas pump, which means he had to drive there from somewhere. If you can't tell, there's about a square foot of visible windshield at the bottom center. If it's any consolation, his rear window was clear when I saw it. As always, please excuse that the iPhone has a shitty camera and even shittier zoom.