Presenting Sassy

I remember the approximate day and the weather of the day I've picked all of them up. This little girl has had a long journey from Owensboro, Kentucky to south Minneapolis. We haven't had a young dog around here for quite a while. Sassy is 8 months old. Snowy Bear has welcomed her with open arms.

Have you seen my skinny jeans?

Our car is in the shop today for a multitude of ills but the most expensive item is the front suspension including a broken spring. If you saw what we drove through in Minneapolis for most of this winter you would understand.

I stick handled a tennis ball to Midtown which is about 2 and a half miles. I fired a nice wrist shot across Lake Street from 10th Avenue. You can borrow my stick cuz I left it at Midtown. You'll need a tennis ball if you're going to light up the Greenway.

Mrs off tomorrow. Life is good.

Jersey of the week

An Ebay treasure from a guy who is undoubtedly now in prison. This jersey is worn by the San Diego Padres for Sunday home games. It's not authentic and has a feel like that of a burlap bag except courser.
I guess today is a big day for hockey at the Olympics. Snowy Bear and I better line up our snacks.

I don't feel like riding a bike but I kinda feel like wreaking havoc in the neighborhood with a hockey stick and a tennis ball. I'll keep you posted.

I feel fortunate that I grew up in an era where a kid could play at death trap playgrounds and choke on hot dogs as parlor tricks.

When I took Snowy out I saw a cyclist in a yellow jacket on his way to the evil empire. It's ok son, Snowy Bear and I got your back. The hood's always got your back.

Most Twin City motorists would be surprised to know that by the time a young man who lives in Chicago reaches the age of 12 he's heard the sound of a car horn say 12 billion times.

Mrs off sick today. The Snowy Bear is blowing up shit (not literally) in the front yard to entertain Mrs as we speak.

Settle down sporty. The USA hockey team has a whole lot of hoops to jump through before they get that gold medal.

Obama isn't going to reform health care. It's too big of a machine. A machine that has no interest in being reformed. Americans also go by - I have health care. Good for me. You don't have health care? Tough shit for you pally.

Yes, it has a side car. No, it's not mine but if it were Snowy Bear would drive and we both would wear leather helmets and cool goggles.

I can't seem to turn the corner with this thing. Not sure if I want to post more pictures or short post of incomplete ideas or other ramblings.

You are so terribly starved for entertainment when you're at work that it's just not funny. Don't lie to me. I've got the most sophisticated tracking system in the world. I know when and from where you come to read this shit.

Mrs and I are now members of the Caniac Club at Raising Cane's.

I like the Olympics. I don't have to like curling. I'm tired of hearing about the 1980 hockey team. We got married in 1980. Staying married for 30 years is a bigger story than any hockey team.

And who the hell wants a 55 calorie bottle of beer anyway? Chill your piss and you'll have the same thing.

Fridays

This is Sassy. We will be meeting her soon. This photo has a certain mug shot quality about it. Sassy just finished doing a nickel at Stillwater for B and E. She's a Homeward Bound dog.

I rode my little bike a whole 18 miles yesterday and if I can pull myself away from the Olympics and 23 hours of continuous curling I'll go out again today.

Mrs says I can sleep with a nightlight on after we see Shutter Island.

The whole Follow Friday thing on Twitter escapes me.

Glad when I moved here I brought an Illinois girl with me.

Hurl, I'm going to bus jack that MF. He's only tough on the internet.

Don't ever send me a text message to call your dumb ass.

Debbie is just so fucking cute with her new hairdo.

See you in church. Love Ray.

Jersey of the week

First off, I believe the entree' from last night's dinner ran in the 3rd race Sunday at Santa Anita. How's that for fresh? And since Ma raised us to shut up and eat what's given to you, I had more of it this morning. Oh yeah, come over for tea but I don't think we can use the good china.
I acquired this jersey from Big Daddy about 20 years ago. It has a fight strap but I don't think it's authentic. Authentic hockey jerseys are expensive. I think the big man gave me this one. It gets a lot of play during the winter.

Trying to ride my bike outdoors every day but not for loads of miles. It's not illegal to ride my bike on the street. I know this because police officers see me doing it and they don't arrest me. I guess the pinheads that honk at me are just expressing some of that pent up frustration that should be reserved for their boss, kids and spouse. Either that or they're telling me what a smokin' hot ass I've got.

Whiplash

Killing time till the Olympics come on. I could have done with more downhill coverage and less snowboard cross but then again I'm old.

Excuse me, do you have any gluing suggestions

Lock it to a tree? I should have waited and pistol whipped the MF.

Don't look at the camera

St Paul downtown is one bustling place...

What else can I say? All apologies...

Big day on the buses coming up. Photos coming. Love Ray

Presenting 2319 North Lockwood Ave

See Debbie, for a mere $100,000 we could buy a chateau in Chicago's pastoral Northwest Side. No, we're probably not moving back to Chicago. Who would clean the snow off Ma's grave?

Nobody in Minnesota gives a fck about Groundhog Day!

All things considered my dream job since I was 18 was to work on a garbage truck for the City Of Chicago Department of Streets and Sanitation. My sister-in-law Carol knows this for sure.

Snowy and I have started the countdown to the Winter Olympics which starts with the 23 hour long opening ceremony.

I have signed Oprah's pledge to not use my cell phone while driving. Do what you want while you can but some day it will be against the law in all 50 states. When Oprah calls President Obama he takes her call even when he's with the Joint Chiefs. That's power baby and if you doubt Oprah's big swingin' d@#& then you are not all that bright my friend.

I'm being debriefed by Agent Snowy after 4 hours with the Rosenberg boys yesterday.

As a Bears fan I love when the Viking's quarterback gets knocked on his ass hard. I don't feel sorry for poor Brett. I feel sorry for a kid in Haiti whose parents are still buried under a building.