July 05, 2006

fight club

blown eyes, gather round,

i spent the 4th at casa feisty . it was wonderful, as it always is. the handsome and sweet dashman barbequed his world famous bacon wrapped dove with jalepeno in the middle. droooooooooool. not to mention, venison sausage and tenderloin.

dash epitomized the perfect texan daddy-o on the fourth, giddy over which of his four barbeque pits to fire up, passing out shiners to any and all takers. the food was amazing, of course, and i haven't even told you about the red, white and blue dessert. the stuff of fantasies, people, and anyone who has gotten to try christina's cooking knows that i'm not exaggerating in the least.

we launched yabu's camera rocket around 3:33 or so, and the first time the wind took it and threw it into neighbor's yard. that's what kids are for, fetch, right? well, fetch sweet one did and the whole time she was wiring that sucker for the second launch, i felt sorry that yabu couldn't be there to see her in action. you would have been proud, buddy. the rocket camera was the hit of the holiday. my boys positively freaked out, they thought it was so cool.

especially the 110 film. that wasn't a rocket, it was a time capsule from 1975. look, we probably exposed the film. sorry, but how many camera rockets do you deal with? sweet one looked at that film cartridge like i'd hocked a loogie in her palm. total wtf expression, i felt like a dinosaur just for recognizing it.

anyway, if it wasn't exposed. we got the last aerial photos of dash and christina's beautiful home. it burned until 6 in the morning and what the flames didn't get, the water definitely did.

i talked with both of them today. they sounded amazing, both of them, despite all of it. they said they don't need a thing. it was surreal though. here i drove home, went to see guy forsyth with the kids, passed out, trudged to work, and the whole time they were watching their stuff go up in smoke, in their pajamas, which it turns out, are their only outfits.

they are the very best type of people in the world. everybody is safe and sound, they're lucky and they know it. and very thankful for how kind everyone has been. they say they don't need anything, but i think yabu has got the right idea.

why shouldn't this spectacle that epitomizes that which we all love about blodging be allowed to reach the circus level that it fully deserves? and isn't it just like yabu to do it for the children? what a great guy. think of the good that all this sick twisted blog drama could cause? finally, a purpose for all this nonsense!! i bet we could send wee and sweet to harvard!! let's do it!! pony up, blodge bretheren.

i'll personally pay a ben franklin for a transcript from that funeral service. sweeten the pot, as they say. do it for the children, people, bet on the fights, early and often!

as always, side bets welcome in the comments.

Posted by shoe at July 5, 2006 06:47 PM | TrackBack

What's the latest on the odds? I'm just tryin' to find the favorite in this deal...

Posted by: RedNeck at July 6, 2006 05:16 AM

Hmmm, I'm wicha Shoe-girl! A sweet crisp Ben Franklin . . .

I'm thinking though, its a little like WWF. Ruth will come flying in from the side with a chair, hand-off to Stevie, but Livey will get the upper-hand, taking the chair to the top ring and jumping off in time to hit Stevie in the head . . . hmmmm, I'm likeing this scenario all-right. Now we just need Eric to be in the center shoutin "Let's get ready to ruuuuuuumble!"

Posted by: oddybobo at July 6, 2006 07:21 AM

Thank you my friend.

Posted by: Yabu at July 6, 2006 08:54 AM

"For the children!" -- yeah, that Yabu's a real humanitarian.

Posted by: Bob at July 6, 2006 10:59 AM

Hey Bob...I can't wait till our paths cross...I'm going to thank you personally for the kind words.

Posted by: Yabu at July 6, 2006 11:58 AM

I linked to Yabu as well. I hope he gets a freaking Crippleanche.

Posted by: Denny at July 6, 2006 01:18 PM

I'm just gonna say - again - I like you soooo much. The way your mind works....


I'm in.

Posted by: Tammi at July 6, 2006 02:36 PM

Hey Yabu! Do understand, I don't mean that "humanitarian" remark as criticism. Remember, I did offer to provide the kiddie pool full of JELL-O (or chocolate pudding -- your call).

Posted by: Bob at July 6, 2006 04:00 PM

"Well, because he has no friends and she's bat-shit crazy."

Posted by: zonker at July 6, 2006 05:05 PM

awesome moment in blodgemeet history, zonk. thank you, i'm speechless, baby.

we'll be selling that phrase on the t-shirt, folks. get em while they're hot, ya hear?

Posted by: shoe at July 6, 2006 05:21 PM

Stoked. Just talked to the Greek in Vegas..even up on the odds so far.

Posted by: marcus at July 6, 2006 08:47 PM

Thanks, Shoe darlin'. It was great seeing you on that day. I'm glad the boys liked the rocket launch and you liked the vittles. After you left, we had our own version of a fireworks show that will live in infamy. We're all doing okay now and will be back to cooking and whatnot before you know it. Thanks to you and all our other good friends out there, we'll come back better than ever.

Posted by: Dash at July 11, 2006 12:20 PM