And so it has been decided...

There shall be a Festivus for the Rest of Us party at Mt. Garagemore. However - the date may need to change from Dec 23 to Dec 26, but yes ladies and gentlemen that shall be Festivus! Complete with the airing of the greivences and the feats of strength.

Now keep in mind the Festivus can not end until the head of the house hold is pinned... Did I mention that Jeff wrestled and is pretty tough to get off his feet anyway - we could be in for a long party here people!!!

ahhh sleep....

For those of you who are wondering how long it took to put out the 3 foot deep pile of embers in the firepit - they just went out last night with the rain. yes the Bonfire remained burning for roughly 4 days, despite repeated drenchings and turnings. I do not have pictures yet, and quite frankly I did not take any myself.

I was more worried about did everyone eat enough and what time we were cutting the cake.

But now that the fire is out and for the most part everything has been cleaned up I can honestly say that the Bonfire is over. And yes I am already mentally plotting the next one!

A huge thank you to my mother-in-law and brother in law for helping keep me sane! It would not have gotten done if you had not helped!! FireMarshall B - thank you for not letting the fawr get out o control. And last but not least Jeff - you rock!! Thank you for everything - even the last minute ice run.

All in all we had one TV crew, 2 dogs, and 56 people. Who consumed 25 lbs of ribs, roughly 40 hamburgers, 10 lbs of italian sausage, one veggie lasgna, 2 lbs of crab dip, a whole artichoke dip, countless bags of corn chips, a couple cases of beer, a couple bottles of liquor, and half of an anniversary cake! Whoo hoo - let's do it all gain next week!!!

not perfect- but still #1

I couldn't watch the second half of the game. I just could not continue to watch the slugfest. When the Broncos went up by 3, I had to watch Weeds. Tivo insisted!

t-Minus 5 days and 23 hours until Bonfire....

The house is no where near presentable. Tyvek is where the fireplace should be, we do not have enough tables, and it has crossed my mind that having any where from 40 to 60 people to your house is a bit stressful.

Everyone is coming in from New York and I am really psyched to have them because Beef and Wolf have not been down since we moved. It is a reunion of sorts. In hopes that this is an annual event, I hope it all goes well.

Did I mention that there is a 25 foot pile of rock inthe middle of the bonfire area? No Kidding see... But I am not worried - it is a place to play king of the mountain.

Here is an idea of what things look like outside right now.

Mud wresting anyone?


I just want to learn how to drive a bobcat. So that if we ever have to dig out the garage again, We can save on labor costs. In the event you were wondering how deep this really is... You could bury a backhoe in it.

But I am not freaked out that the cast of thousands are coming to my house and everything is ripped up. No - not at all.

How is Jeff dealing with all of this? He is taking everything right in stride. My shelter in the storm, my rock, my anchor. Yes Jeff, after the party we sleep.

AHH Who am I kidding we can sleep when we are dead. But I promise, no more painting until the fireplace is in.

4-0 = PERFECT

It was an awesome nail biting expeirence at the Ravens game yesterday. Simply nailbiting. For the second week straight it boiled down to the last 35 seconds of the game. While leaving the stdium the only thing you could hear was the crowd chanting "Heap", followed by a round of "4 and 0, 4 and 0".

Yes ladies and gentleman - the Baltimore Ravens went out and found themselves a quarterback and are PERFECT.

There is no crying in baseball

nope there sure isn't! And I did not cry once while being subjected to watch the NY Mets spank the Nats at RFK stadium. I amused myself by remembering (OK trying to remember) the last Grateful Dead show that I saw in the stadium. Questioned where the stage would have been, remembered set lists, and wished that Jerry was still alive - because a Dead show is MUCH better then any baseball game.

Being not fond of any thing of or pertaining to baseball (OK I would rather shove toothpicks in my eyes, so maybe I hate baseball.) I was rather proud of myself for not brooding, or huffing, or stewing. I smiled and did a lot of people watching.

I did my best to not smack the girl who was with us for her demanding personality (I mean she asked me in a round about way to wash her clothes for her. Yeah - And about how well did that go over?!? yeah - guess who will not be the great fredneck bonfire!! Her invitation was revoked!!)

At any hoot, I survived a baseball game, had a little bit of fun, and got to come home to the gaping hole in the side of my house ready for more spackle.