Check out my sickle

Some would say I have an abnormal fascination with ice sickles. No reason to make stupid phallic jokes here, hot pokers in the rectum from aliens, okay; penis jokes--no. You have to admit, if there is anything good about the weather right now (I am really stretching to find the silver lining) it is the amazing ice sickles on my house. Of course, this clearly indicates that I have issues with my gutters/roof/insulation that needs to be addressed; however, these sickles are pretty wicked.

Later.

Madden calls.

I will explain, some other time.

My Triumphant Return

Its coming. I haven't had much to say, or better put I haven't said much in a long time. I feel it is nearing the time that I begin to write on this thing again.

Recently I traveled to Tahoe to ski with some good friends, Ben and Brian. It was awesome to the 10th degree. There were many great moments, none topped by the the first 18 hours there. It was a night filled with craps, poker, and makers on the rocks. it was a night so fun that it didn't end until 7.30 the next morning. The only reason I called it a night was we were going skiing at 8.00 and I needed to be in tip top form as I hadn't slid down a mountain for nearly 5 years. needless to say--the best way to get back into that sport is a good solid 8 hours of whiskey drinking and cards.