I'm Always Mentally on Vacation

Mental Vacation Man of the Year

Our first ever man of the year goes to.......Thamsanqa Jantjie, the fake South African translator.

His credentials include a current residence in a mental hospital, was accused of murder, attempted murder and kidnap in 2003.

In 1994 he was charged and acquitted of raping a woman and he was also probed over a £100,000 travel allowance fraud.

For he's a jolly good fellow that stood arms length from the US President. National security at its best.

First runner up, the national healthcare website.

My Mind is Turning

From this.....

To this.....

And this....

However.....if we get a home playoff game then the mothballed trailer will be called back in action for a sudden death emergency tailgate.

Things

Tony Romo is way over rated. But I hate Dallas so let them continue to think he is great.

If the President really loved me he would outlaw pop ups offering to download an app for an iPad when I use an iPad. NFL.com and the Bleacher Report are the worst offenders.

Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer was almost Reginald. Reginald made it to the short list (literally above).

Back Update

I met with the surgeon this morning and we talked about the MRI. It seems that the surgery is healing as expected and the disc is looking good.

Good news that no further deterioration is occurring.

The two nerves leading out of the area are inflamed and are causing my problem. I can deal with this.

He suggested that I get injections to bathe my spinal nerves in cortisone but I declined for now. Cause I am a tough guy you know. Actually I have seen Gigi get these injections over the years and the results were not worth the side effects.

For now I am happy that nothing else is tearing and I'll take it easy as I know possible (he, he) and tough it out knowing I most likely am not causing further damage.

A good Christmas present...don't you think?

A Few More

From another photographer. There were 50 people and one dog. The photographer makes 50 in case you count.

Edwin eats the good luck pickled egg.

Paul Kwon firing up the wok.

Most of the cooks in the kitchen.

Our Finest Hour

An instant shanty town.

The dining hall.

The bar.

Loyal fans.

The kitchen.

Great times, final home stand and we won.

Week 16

Our last scheduled tailgate is tomorrow. The mobile bar/chuck wagon has been a hit. The pickled eggs have worked.

Hopefully, if we can manage a home playoff, the wagon will see another service.

Next year I plan to get this trailer wired for power with two outlets on each side. I may have Carolina blue neons installed on the bottom. I will be looking for mags. I want a couple of drawers installed on the front side of the wheels for storage. I would love to find a better solution for shade. The shelter I have now works, but is flimsy and takes four guys to put it up. Maybe a boat canopy?

Finally, I would like to have a custom rollout cooking area. I'm getting ideas now.

Nice wheels and a small ramp would surely help my back. Design ideas appreciated.

Week in Reveiw

Cedie's died. She was an angel.

Gigi's car died after Cedie. It got fixed.

Gigi's father KOed a guy over a bowl of oatmeal at the assisted living.

I had an MRI on my back. Problems persist.

My horse had surgery in the field. She is doing well.

Thank God it is Friday.

Not Just got Tailgating

A handy little trailer will be transformed today for Sunday against the Saints.

Location:Pinewood Ln,Midland,United States

Sunday

Rant

Grammar mistakes do not bother me. People who are grammar police kind of piss me off.

People worry far too much on blogs like Lifehacker about shaving. Shaving isn't rocket science.

Blogs talk about tipping far too much. It isn't hard. Tip from the heart. Tip who you want to tip. Gigi tipped a nurse once. I don't tip the guy who loads my grain but Gigi does.

A Joke

A boobie without a nipple is pointless.

Monday

Monday was one of those really sucky days.

1. My dog died. Peacefully yes...in the front seat of my wife's car. It was sad and we had a good cry.

2. My wife's car died. Peacefully right when Cedie died....in a pool of oil. It is fixable and should be ready by noon for a few hundred bucks.

3. My father in law got into a fist fight at the old folks home over a bowl of oatmeal. The only good news is that he prevailed.

4. I went back to the surgeon and it appears I my have won the disc lottery. In rare cases, people need two discectomies on the same disc. Mine will be confirmed with an MRI on Wednesday. I will put off additional surgery as long as possible because that sucks too.

I Lost a Great One Today

Her picture still adorns the banner on border collie rescue.

Eight years we had her. She was about 12.

She died this morning on the way to the vet. Goodbye Cedie. You will be missed.

Yesterday

The City

I moved to Charlotte, NC in 1978. It was a town of a few hundred thousand.

Last night I ate dinner in the city at The Capital Grill. The Lakers were in town, flocks of people were filing into the game, the streets were full of folks going out for company Christmas dinners.

There was traffic, police, lights, and tons of people. Everyone was happy.

This is good, but it is not my generation. It seemed like another city, another place, I felt very out of place.

My downtown is a small piece of turf where I tailgate.

If I was twenty something I would love the night life in Charlotte.

Off to play the New York Jets at home.

My little city is all grown up.

Music

I never did care for The Who. I loved The Guess Who.

I followed Randy Bachman to BTO and it was crude, but fun music.

And that is all I have to say about this.