Thursday, March 26, 2009

Freedom Fries






The fam and I spent the better part of February spit-shining our ugly American skills (Ain't ya'll got a KFC 'round here? You know, The Colonel?) amongst the splitter granite spires of Chamonix, France. We skied. A lot. And ate a whole mess of crepes :)

Ecuador






Yeah, so, it's been awhile. In addition to TPS reports and grooming MK for the next Westminster Dog Show (he's a shoe in for the "toy dog" category), I got outside a little. Ecuador, baby!

It's English, stupid.

This blog began as a knife-to-the-throat exercise encouraged by my place of employment. And...just like anything forced upon me...I eschewed it for the most part. Bucking the system as us anarchist wannabes do while kneeling before our Zac De La Rocha shrines. However...as the months (and years) pass by and all of the time I USED to devote to writing gradually gets siphoned away hosting journalists, restoring houses, selling houses, performing deep-conditioning treatments for a certain metrosexual Siberian Husky, and occasionally running/skiing/climbing/rafting/hiking through the hills as quickly as possible (the faster you go the more you can see!)...I've decided to use this little sliver of Al Gore's series of tubes called the internet machine to bone up on my scholarly skills. So, to keep you all mildly interested in escapades that compromise my jam-packed days and often sleepless nights...I vow to update this mo'fo once a week. Giddyup!