So I just spent the last hour trying to help Joe at the Center Street Chevron in Fircrest try to break into his truck with a coat hanger cause Fircrest wouldn't offer up their slim jim....wtf is happening at two thirty am Tuesday morning in Fircrest that warrants not offering up ten minutes of an officer's time to a fellow Fircrest employee to help him get his keys back? Bullshit, I say....bullshit. By the way, no, we were not successful, though we got damn close. I had nothing better to do but sleep, and you all know that I am willing to eschew that if it means helping out a fellow person. Damn Boy Scouts....yeah, I don't mean that.
Just got a text (and I mean JUST) from Danny updating us on his 'round the country ride. He got pulled over after being clocked by a Utah State chopper (the flying kind) at 138. Here is the verbatim text:
Danny: I got clocked unknowingly by a utah stater chopper doing 138. Cop on ground let me walk, no jail, and no joke, no ticket, nothing. He said it was his last day as a uniformed cop, said he admired my bike, balls, and my lack of intelligence then talked bikes with me for a while. It was the scariest minute of my life seeing lights flash from ahead. Biker gods had my back! haven't told the wife yet. Figured you would love it the most! Give me a shout tomorrow, got race news for you and the band babies. Not good news!
Me: You fucking be careful, goddammit. So you didn't hug any mormons? I expected at least one pic of you w some missionaries. Goddammit, I am not about to go solo cause my lazy drummer smoked some stater pole! Ride on, been showin pix of your new flyrite to enthusiasts. Send more. I love you.
Danny's crazy. I don't have the balls to do half the nutty shit he gets himself into. I think all the drumming has rattled loose the logic center in his brain.
Editor's note: Don't poke the bear. Or in this case, panda.
Ok, wanton updated Tristan and fam pix:
Ok, the first picture is of me and my cousins Natalie and Kathryn (l-r) in Spokane last year. Notice the striking resemblance. Yeah, they're my dad's twin brother's kids.
Bear with me now, still trying to figure out how best to post pics and write captions. So pic number 2 is this Watson family at my uncle Kirby's (my dad's twin) and aunt Shirley's place in Spokane. Watsons everywhere.
Pic 3 is Tristan proving once again that bibs are for bitches.
Pic 4 is Jenny and Jeremy looking good at Kevin Lee's wedding, NYE '08.
Pic 5 is me and Allie looking better at Kevin Lee's wedding, NYE '08.
Still Daddy's favorite father/son pic. No, Daddy still hasn't grown up, and yes, Tristan is taking after his dad's goofy ass. Booyakasha.
My dad Kelly at left (Grandpa to Tristan), and his twin brother Kirby with Tristan.
Daddy and Tristan "looking both ways" simultaneously crossing the street during the Duck Parade in University Place in fall '08.
Yeah, that is, in fact, the same exact look on both our faces. No, this was not choreographed or staged. He is, in spite of all the jokes, my son after all.
Yeah, this was fun, but now I really have to go to bed. This blog took way too long, and now I'm long overdue for ni-night time. Hope you all had fun with the pics....oh yeah, *56k warning!* See you all when I see you....maybe we'll get a show sometime in 2011. Later.
No, really, later. I'm done.
Go away.
2 comments:
Pics look great. I feel bad for Tristan though. Hard enough understanding who Grandpa is at that age and then he's seeing double.
Text from Danny is hilarious! What a crazy goon.
Dude, I about crapped myself reading it, both from laughing so hard and just being startled (I'm so....startled) in general by the craziness. Yeah, having a grandpa that is a twin is hard, I'd imagine.
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