That's what famous artists do when they can't think of a title for their painting. And me.

So here's a coupla pics then:

"Somebody" thinks she's simply a hairy human. Who likes steak. This is where she hangs out when there's cookin' afoot. She always thinks one of them is for her.

I didn't know ThatOneWife was taking pictures that day. Shoulda sucked in my gut more. But at least my belt is visible. Just sayin.

And my own flavor of political commentary. Just in case you wondered where I stand.


Look Ma, No Hair!!

Yeah, that's right, I chopped my hair off. Time to face the reality that is my noggin. Actually, the shape of my head is not as goofy as I thought it was, and that was the reason I kept longer hair up til now. Oh well, it is what it is. No botox there, safe to say.

Anyway, I mentioned that we were going to the Al Green concert at Red Butte last week. That picture is from there. We quite enjoy going to those concerts. They are not without the drawbacks though. One of those drawbacks is that if you want a decent place to sit, you have to get there AT LEAST by three in the afternoon. That can be a problem sometimes. One of the other problems is that when you DO get there at three or before, you are forced to sit in line on a dusty road, in the BLAZING sun until they open the doors at 6. That's the hottest part of the day. Not fun. It's odd, they did a MAJOR remodel there for this season, but neglected the fact that their patrons, the ones who are keeners and pay to come to their concerts, are forced to sit out there without shade for a number of hours. It's not too bad at the beginning of September, but it is a BITCH at the beginning of July.

Anyway, on to the concert. I had not ever been to an Al Green concert before, in fact he mentioned that he had never been to SLC before. It was not quite what I expected. It's what I imagine a Neil Diamond concert to be like - never been to one of those either... it's more a love-fest of ladies rushing up onto the stage or tossing various articles of clothing at the stage, than it is about the music. His new album is quite good though, they say it's like the Al Green of old - soulful, bluesy, and heartfelt. But for the concert, the music was almost an afterthought. Lots of roses, lots of bouncers on the front of the stage, a couple of guy-dancers, etc. The set was short, and the songs were not that awesome, in musical terms anyway.

It was entertaining, but only secondarily for the music. We enjoyed dancing around a bit, and it was a lot of fun, don't get me wrong, it just wasn't a show that showcased much musicianship. Beforehand, I actually wondered if we were going to be preached at, but that was not the case, thankfully. Unless you count the preaching in the language of love, I guess. Anyway, it was really fun, we had a good time and it was really nice to get away and go to it - I needed a chance to get away from the day-to-day crapola, and that fit the bill nicely.

Anyway, it's a BONUS PICTURE day for you. First up, nice tan, no? And second, ribs, anyone?


Invasion of Privacy (yours)

Hi. I consider it no coincidence that I have played better golf since buying these. My most recent handicap revision shows me (temporarily, I'm sure) at a 9.9 handicap. Officially a single-digit handicap. Down from 13.4 earlier this year. The evidence is clear. Actually, it's black with lime-green printing on the waistband.

I'm just sayin.

It's been a busy few weeks... my oldest kid has arrived home safe and well from two years in Fiji, and we jumped on perhaps one of very few remaining chances to get everyone in the same place and in the frame of mind to have their picture taken. Worked out pretty well, I think. Reiterating the simple fact that I have no eyebrows. A cruel injustice indeed.

Actually, if you read here often you know that from time to time I will post a "self-portrait" of us at some event or concert or whatever. I'm sure there will be another to add to the collection this week, as we are going to the Al Green concert at Red Butte tomorrow. Very looking forward to that.

And if you would like a little bit of a different perspective on our self-portraits, or if you would simply like to have a laugh at our expense, check this out. Man, I am a total gomer. The painting is sitting in our living room over the mantle, waiting for a suitable frame and a permanent place to hang. Kurt over there is the MAN. Interestingly, I knew him when he was a wee tot, and every year at Thanksgiving, his family would pile into the car and go to the newest Disney animated movie, opening that day. He had an eye for art at a young age, and I have to beleive it is something that brings him a great deal of satisfaction. And, it's a handy tool of torment and ridicule against his family and acquaintances.