The Killing Field

Something just isn't right. Look at the picture below, looks like a small goldfish pond, right?



Oh, how I wish that were right. Over the last couple of weeks, it has become less of a small goldfish pond, and more of a Killing Field...that's right people, I'm talking death here!! (I know, it's not a field...it's a pond...I just like the sound of Killing Field, alright? Get off my back!!)

In the past couple of weeks I have "fished" two birds and four...COUNT 'EM, FOUR chipmunks out of the Killing Field. The first one was a fatty we posthumously named "Theodore." the second one, a little guy, we named "Alvin." The third one was "Simon" because of his tiny pair of glasses, of course. When I saw the fourth one, I just called out "You got to be kidding me!!" So that is now his name.

The birds had no names, they were just birds.

Becky and I had formulated a theory about the death of Theodore when we first found him. Maybe he ran out of the shed, through the foliage and into the pond...he couldn't get out, and thusly, he drowned. It was a good theory...but then we found bird 1, bird 2, Alvin, Simon, and You got to be kidding me in the pond...something was fishy here, and it wasn't the goldfish!!

We formulated a new theory...maybe the fish were attacking!! Ok, that theory sucked. I think it's a stray cat in the neighborhood killing animals and putting them into the pond. I mean, what other explanation can there be? I understand that the chipmunks might be dumb and drown, but birds? I don't think so.

What's your theory?

Party Time

If you were there on May 12th, you might remember some of this...then again, you might not. If you weren't there, then you will probably be kicking yourself after looking at these awesome (if not slightly blurry on some) party pictures...

...unless you weren't invited...in which case, I highly recommend you try to be a better friend so next time you will get the invite!!


(Party invitations...I made
them myself!)


(The first guests of the night, Kristy...in the
pink shirt...and her sister, Shelley. Thanks for
making it on time!)




(Also arriving close to the 6pm start time was
Becky and my friend, Nellie "Chicago.")



(Shannon and Becky...I think Shannon was a
gallon and a half into the Crick Water at this
point!)


(After a few rousing games of Yard Darts,
more people showed up. From left...Jill,
Becky (who was already there, of course), Jean,
and Nellie. Why didn't I get any pictures of
Larry?!?)


(And, finally, the late arrivers,
Jason, Lori and Scott. Ella came
with them, she just isn't in this
picture.)




(Of course, Bad Monkey was in the house!!
That's Double D...Doug...on the Bass, and
Big Daddy Staddy...Dan...on the guitar and
lead vocals.)



(Travis banged the drums.)


(Once the band geared up, we
started to boogie...that's me, boogie-ing
for those of you not in the know.)


(Lori and Ella gettin' low.)


(Jill and I getting our Running Man on!!)

(Big Daddy Staddy with a face melting
solo!)

(Ella making some new friends...)



(...and Jason reacquainting with an
old friend.)


(RETURN OF THE FRO!!!)


(Ella, me and Lori...what can I say, I'm a
chick magnet!!)


(Me on stage with Bad Monkey...this was my
first ever performance with an electric guitar
and first ever with a full backing band. After
muddling through "Every Rose Has it's Thorn,"
we rocked the Stones' "Paint It, Black"...
at least I thought it rocked!!)


(Unfortunately, Freaky, Toby, Chris and a host
of other beer drinkers couldn't make it, so I
had a lot of booze left over...since
I didn't want to feel like an idiot taking back a
non-empty keg, I decided to drain it into the
sink. Man, did that sink get wasted!!)