my photo gallery...

I have begun uploading all of my photos to this gallery. All of the photos can be downloaded if you would like to have some printed. I still have a lot more to upload, but should have the majority of them in the gallery by Monday. I'm not sure about movies, but I will see if I can post them here also.
Photo Gallery

APD (Azle Police Department)?

Maybe Greg can confirm if this is in fact officer Arrington TCB (taken care of business).

this guy is probably getting a huge "Stimulus Check"

Not a whole lot to report today.

More of Sunday...Wingate out!

Were of were has my little Larri gone?

As I sit here on the eve of Martin Luther King Day all aflutter of the up coming celebration, I can't help but to think back to the MLK day festivities of the past.  They were filled with wondrous activities and traditions such as... well nothing!  

Honestly, if it wasn't for the  Anchorage Municipal Employees Association requiring that I take the day off, it would have come and gone like any other day.  So with that I would like to give a heart felt "shout out" to those union and city officials that have granted me another paid day off, of yeah and an extra "shout out" to my fellow tax payers for footing the bill.  Don't misunderstand me, I can appreciate and certainly do sympathize with the suffering that many black Americans have endured.  It has been a painful road for those that have brought us to this point in society.  But to fight so hard to be viewed as the same and then have such things as diversity apprecition week, 

I think that things such as this just keep reminding us how different we really are.  But I suppose they are trying to do something, which amounts to a lot more than some chuckle head blabbing on about nothing.  

Today was a fun day.   was awaken at the crack of 7:30 am to my first born crying.  Oh what a wonderful noise.  Carson, Nancy, and I had a leisurely breakfast.  Carson had a couple of waffles, Nancy tried to salvage what she could from a dried loaf of bread that had been hidden for who knows how long in our freezer.  Reluctantly, s

he decided on an English muffin.  I had a cranberry-orange bagel that was delicious.

The day progressed as normal.  Carson would quietly play for a few moments, and then scream for a few more moments.  Play, scream, play, scream, sometimes scream while playing.  At about noon he and Nancy took a nice long nape, I went to the gym.

When I returned I was driving into the blinding sun that was reflecting off of the wet 

pavement.  I had not been able to find my sunglasses for sometime, but made a mental note to look under the seats of my truck when I got home.  I parked Nancy's car in the garage and let Larri out for some fresh air.  While rummaging through my truck Larri would bring me her racquetball and I would throw it for her, then continue on my quest for the lost sunglasses.  This carried on for about 7 minutes when I finally  gave up.  I was shutting my door as the neighbor was backing out of her garage, we exchanged waves and the customary head node and mouthing of "hello" and she proceeded on her way.  After about 5 minutes I noticed that I had not seen Larri for sometime.  I whistled several times but she never came.  To make a long story short, Larri is in locked the neighbor's garage, who I hope went to work and not on vacation.

Such an emotional trauma can only be calmed by a r

ide to Girdwood for ice-cream.  Which I can report to Greg that it is except-able.  I had  a scoop of "Death by Chocolate", Carson had "Huckleberry" something or other, which he declared was "bhuuur!" and didn't finish, and Nancy had a scoop of "Mint Chocolate Chip" and scoop of"Cookies and Cream".

Oh yeah, I still haven't found my sunglasses, Nancy is pregnant, and Larri made it home at around 12 am.

Happy Martin Luther King Day!

August 27th 2009!

Shazame its Sunday...already!

Over the past few years I have become very...soft.  This has nothing to do with my physic (that has just always been that way).  No, what I am referring to is my tolerance for work.  Working as a chef, it was just part of the gig.  Long thankless hours are the norm and if you’re not putting in 70 hours a week, well how could you possible call yourself a chef.  Working for the Municipality of Anchorage over the past 3+ years has gotten me accustomed to working a 9/80 schedule.  Which means that I work 9 hours a day 5 days and then take the weekend off, come back the next week and work 9 hours a day for 4 days and then take 3 days off.  Throw in every holiday you can think of, it really is a wonder that anything ever gets done. I am certain that my cushy muni job is nowhere as demanding physically or mentally as my previous position with the Marriott, yet I find myself exhausted at the end the day, not to mention very much looking forward to and needing my weekends off.  Which brings us to today, Sunday.  I have had the last 3 days off, which seem to me more like the last 3 hours.  I feel guilty complaining, but I just do not feel like I get enough time off.  Enough of that...I'll just have to suck it up.  On to more interesting things.  Go see Clint Eastwood's "Grand Torino".  The world could us a few more surly-bigoted old men, and I'll leave it at that.  I wish that I had a better up date to give on the course of the New Years Resolution, but on the up side I am going to the gym more often, however, now I'm eating a lot more.  I have managed to cut way back on the Diet Coke consumption...maybe 5 this week.  I have yet to start reading anything.  I am better about leaving my dirty shoes in the garage, but can't say that I do this 100% of the time...maybe like 93%.  I did stay up until 1:30 a.m. yesterday, but most days I am getting to bed earlier...Wednesday I went to bed 8 p.m.!  I am managing to keep to my blog updating schedule, which gives me some hope that I might be able to accomplish some other items on my NYR list.    I have however, gone over my allotted time for tonight, so I will leave you saying that all is well in our Land of Coco Cola. Ever onward.