A Little Christmas Couch Po-Fuego

Fuego had a big time this Christmas. He and Pierre ran loose on Deason Lane and played like the puppies they are. Fuego became obsessed with the cat, Sarah Palin. Here he is resting in the lamplight. It was such a perfect holiday-season-cheer photo in person, but the lighting is weird.

Random family shots

Random pictures from Christmas. Me with Satchel and Meghan, one with David and Lee and Ebb's gut in the doorway, one with Jade and Kayla and Satchel and Wade. I know this is not all that exciting. I thought I should document it though. For posterity and all.

Me and my cousins...

Sort of. My generation anyway, but David and John seem older than that. In any case, here am I along with the rest of my generation of the Deason family and their spouses: Ginger and Luis, John and Sandra, David and Shirley, Amanda, and me. We should have dressed as elves for Christmas. Maybe we can next year. Plus, Ginger and I were the only ones (except for Amanda) up for making a pyramid for the picture - everybody else lamed out. They have no sense of adventure or photo-aesthetics.

Daddy and sibs

All four of them: Daddy, Ebb, Weedy, and Turvy.

G's family portrait

As their unofficial biographer, I have to post a family portrait from Christmas 2008.

Sam at Christmas

Sam I Am is still a handsome doggie. I worry that he might not see another Solstice, but he's had an excellent run for his money this time around.

Butterfly game

Dr. Luis solved the butterfly puzzle.

Whiney Wines for about $10

I drink a lot of cheap-ish wines and I always buy different kinds and I can never remember whether I liked one or not. So I have decided to start a wine list here.
I will describe and rate the one I opened tonight: El Burro: Kickass Garnacha, 2006.
This is a product of Spain.
The back of the bottle says that this is: "A thoroughbred wine with an expressive combination of rich fruit flavors - blackberries, raspberries, and plums - and a warm, spicy character. The Romans found donkeys to be ideal animals for working on the narrow paths between vines. Their use for cultivation spread to Spain where "Burros" have remained to this day."
I can go along with the berry flavors here, but I can't find the spicy character. Unless the spice is black pepper. It's a heavy tasting wine and kinda stinky like a merlot. Not dry and not sweet. It has a slightly bitter lingering feeling. And an acrid sort of pungency in the nose, but not martial. Not disgusting to drink, and it's all right really. A little on the heavy side. It sort of coats the tongue. It would probably be good with a strong blue cheese, but I don't have any.
The name is really cute, and how can you really go wrong with any wine that calls itself kickass right there on the label?
I give this one between a 6 and a 7 on the JWW'o scale. I'll definitely buy it again but not for people I really like or need to impress.

Body Bump

Ginger and Matt demonstrated the victory body bump aerial maneuver. It was pretty cool.

My Nephew Pierre Raul

OK, this might be the last picture of Pierre I post. For now. For right now. For the next few minutes, anyway.

Pierre checking out Sam

You could say this is a picture of me and Ginger by the tree at Christmas. Or, as I have done, you could elect to experience this as a picture of Pierre sniffing Sam's butt in greetings.

Pierre et Moi

I told you. I love this little dog.

More Pierre Pictures

Isn't he the cutest dog EVER?!?!?!!

I love Pierre

I must love this little dog because I feel compelled to post about a god-zillion pictures of him. Not unlike many other people, when I first met him I didn't care too much for le petit Pierre. But he has a personality and a half. He is fearless and brave and so fucking CUTE!!! I don't know how he made such a tepid first impression on me. I still want another Rottweiler, but I think I'd like a Pierre to go with it.

Egg-Eye

The night shift at the verandah have been on an industrial go-slow for a while now. Egg production has ground almost to a halt, but here we are doing egg-eye with the proceeds of the previous night.

Chickens Aren't Stupid

Obligatory visit to the chicken verandah. Ginger is creeping around in there, giving them bread. They have a new feeder that's supposed to enable Daddy to get a break from the daily hassle of feeding them, but he thinks they don't understand it yet because when he installed it they all just stared at it. Ginger and I think that when they get hungry, they'll figure it out. Chickens aren't stupid.

Daddy's 2008 Christmas Tree

This year Daddy said he didn't feel like cutting down a tree from our convenient Xmas Tree farm, so he bought one from display in the local Dollar General, complete with decorations. He just carried it out to the car as is and put it on the TV at home.

Religion as it could be

Doctor Luis - Part IV

After the first part of the ceremony we all went, along with Rodrigo's family, to a fast-food burrito place for a quick lunch before the second ceremony. I was only able to get one or two good pictures at the second ceremony. Luis' other brother Alfredo couldn't come, but he and his wife Lily sent a cake. The k9 boys couldn't keep their little eyes off of it.

Doctor Luis - Part III

Outside the arena, here is Luis and his brother Ruben. And Luis with Rodrigo. And Luis and Rodrigo with Ginger and Rodrigo's wife Ani (the two doctors and their wives, heh heh).

Doctor Luis - Part II

Here he is walking and getting his diploma. And here we are, trying not to cry. And I can't resist another of my hi-speed action-packed crown shots. Did I mention that Rodrigo graduated at the same time and you can see him in the photos. He is sitting on the very front row and Luis is on the 3rd row.

Doctor Luis - Part I

This is from Luis' graduation. He earned his PhD from North Carolina State University on 17 December 2008. We are all so very, very proud of him! I am also proud of my hi-speed photography. What artistry. Can you see Luis and Rodrigo?

Last night on Beale St.

The last Big-Ass Beer.

Peabody Duck March Video

Not to be confused with the Battan death march and not quite parallel universe travel, but maybe close. If you are ever in Memphis you should see this. Just so you can say you've seen it.

Ben and Mary -the Cinderella Team

This is really the last Cinderella Coach set of pictures. The horse's name was Ben and the driver's name was Mary. Or so she said.