Main Street Altar Art

We had an adult couple night with some great friends of ours. We ate and had some wonderful beers and a good time was had by all. At the end of our time together we saw a baby shoe on the sidewalk. We decided to create an impromptu altar to the baby shoe. It is awesome and I wish we brought a candle to complete the piece. Maybe next time.
It is a blessing to have them in our lives. Great folks and fun to create art on the run with.

I have a brick BBQ

I have a brick BBQ. I thought it was a piece of crap until I told a few co-workers and they became very jealous. I was like all,"Whatcha talkin' about, Willis?" I then went to task to clean it up and around it. Its been ignored since forever. I don't think anyone since the original owner has used it. This is like a story of resurrection and Resurrection Sunday is coming. Share in my treasure. What was once lost is not found and enjoyed by my family and I hope by good friends as well.

If I can only figure it out. I hope this works out. I can grill on a propane grill but I've never gone old school. It does smell good. I am excited to eat the pin wheel I bought at the meat store. It cost me 12 bucks and I bought it on a whim. The butcher lady said some kind of steak and bacon wrapped and all I can recall was bacon being mentioned and I bought it. My wife was less than thrilled at my 12 dollar purchase but she  also said I should buy what I want and I do want that bacon and meat wheel.
*edit - I need to practice more at this.

St. Patrick's

Are you aware that Protestants wear orange on St. Patrick's Day? Yeah, me either. Put this is a lemon and not an orange. My wife's cousin's neighbor had a lemon tree, sorry. That's where we spent our St. Patrick's Day dinner at. So much to eat and I ate until I ached. That's my holiday tradition, eat 'til you ache.
My lovely wife made her cabbage that I absolutely love. She makes it only once a year. I am desperate to break her of that. She also made green caramel popcorn and another green poke cake.

Pro-Africa, Non Committed Graffiti Artist

We must have a pro-Africa, non committed graffiti artist in the neighborhood. I say non committed because they didn't spray paint, they typed it on a piece of paper in the shape of Africa and then dropped it in our mailbox for only our mailman and us to see. Now you can enjoy it too.

Banalum

Did you know I broke my foot? Did you just laugh? I've been getting that a lot lately. I don't know why. Sadistic people is my guess. Who laughs like that. It's awful.
Anyway, I was at work and I finished my lunch when I looked at what remained. A banana and some aluminum foil. I don't usually wrap my sandwiches in foil but I couldn't locate the baggies. Turned out they were on the dining table where my wife was crafting. She was using the bags for something. She has a blog if you are interested.
I liked the look of the two things together. It interested me and maybe you too.

Twelve Days of Vengeance

Twelve Days of Vengeance

I have an old Christmas short story I'm giving away for free. This is a free ebook. It's available at Smashwords and comes in more formats than I can list.
It's about a man with a clouded past that discovers his wife has been taken captive by bandit from the hills. He gives chase hoping to meet up with them and save her. It all happen during the Christmas season of old.
Give is a read and please leave a review if you don't mind.

Kissing Movember Goodbye

There was once upon a time when I believed I looked good with facial hair. That's a lie. I always thought my sweet sweet hunkiness was best realized cleaned shaven.
It was all for a good cause. In the end, I raised $26 for awareness and funds for men's health issues, specifically prostate and testicular cancer initiatives. That's a good thing. I think even Martha Stewart would agree.
So what did I learn from all this? People notice a change in my appearance easily. I got a lot of, "Hey, you growing a mustache," and "Is that mustache you're growing there?" Yes, very obvious question but they didn't withhold their questioning. They let it out into the wild for everyone to hear. And that is great. It gave me an opportunity to tell folks why the mustache. Everyone agreed it was cool and cool to do.
I think next year I will print out the little business cards from the website and try harder to turn those questions into donations. Maybe double my total.
The best part of this is the insane amount of kisses from my wife, December 1st. She wasn't hip to the mustache but appreciated the reason I was growing it and was very supportive but very happy to have my old shaved self again.
Kissing is awesome.