Before I had spent so many years of smashing chains only to be spit out and left with a head-banger of a putt (don't hit your head on the basket.)  My first ace came last summer in August of 2008.  I have record of the exact time hole and date that a disc golf buddy inked with a sharpie.  (The first one always seems so monumental that it has it's own place in time.) And now, two aces in the same month!

I'm grateful if the flood gates be opened, and I smash a few more...

after 5 days of owning this new ESP tracker, today's ace gets it a new paint job: 

Please go to my blog and post any comments you have. The more comments the higher it will get ranked in Google and the more attention it will receive. Maybe even get in the newspaper. Let Modesto know that this is NOT COOL!

On Dale between the Mall and Snyder you have a 99.9% chance of getting a ticket. Check out these pictures of the way Police are catching speeders. I stood there and watched and did not see anyone speeding enough to deserve a ticket.

I have my own radar gun, I should get it out of storage and go tag the same cars to see if these people really deserve a ticket. My bet is no. Just be careful when you drive anywhere near the Mall today. It seems the Modesto Police Dept. need to pay for those shiny new motorcycles.




"uh, that's a big 10-4...that guy was going thirty-three miles an hour...go get him!"

ba-woooooooooooooooop....bip....bippp


"I said liter of FREAKIN' COLA!!!"


"ma'mm, you know this thing is made in Mexico???  I'm going to have to write you a ticket for that!"

"got'chya now suckah!!!... - 'car ramrod...RAMROD caught a bogey!' "

REPOST THIS:

Hit reply, copy the code and paste it into a new bulletin. Save your friends from a ticket!

it has high capacity bike pump in the seat...

Yesterday started by going to work, and relizing that later that night Amanda and I were going to a Citizen Cope show.  A simple trip to "The City" began.  I drank some coffee in the back of Shua's car.  I suppose it's almost like tradition now...to put us all in a " rockin' " mood, Josh always pops in a random or live CD to whatever artist we're going to go see.  It generally works.  For 55 minutes, I messed with my phone camera options and played tetris...I suddenly realize that my phone is even more pimp than I thought; and not because I can play Tetris on it...a lot of phones do that these days.   By now, I've figured out just how complex the camera in my phone is.  From the back seat, and staring into the sun, I've zoomed into Shua's speedometer, and see that we're going 80 m.p.h.  This doesn't alarm me.  It does however, make me realize that my phone has a pretty decent camera, as the composition situation was not favorable for most simple cameras.  As well, the camera has several different shooting modes...sketch, sepia, inversed, etc.  It occurs to me that I feel a "geek" moment, and smile a little.

We circled the blocks near The Independent past the Castro District for what seemed like forever, and finally realized our car wouldn't get towed if we parked where we thought we shouldn't have...turns out you can.  Oops!  I stretched my legs, and fixed my eyes, as they had been staring at a cell phone screen for entirely too long.  We all walked to a local cafe as some of us have bladder's the size of puppies.  I managed to drink another cup of coffe, while Josh slammed a beer.  I ended up having to slam a beer as well.  The City felt much warmer now with coffee in me.

We sat in line for a while...and soon we all got the pteradactyl of re-entry.  (A rubber stamp showing that we were 21, and paid.)  It was my first time at The Independent, and I quickly liked the quaintness of the place.  I tend to like smaller venues, as they're generally really personal shows.  A few beers followed.  We scoped out some merchandise, and figured out if we still had some money left at the end of the night, what we'd get.  But beer money was priority. 

Alice came out and rocked it for a while.  I took some pictures, and wanted to make sure my camera settings were ok, as low level shooting, and proper ISO is a bit tricky.  Things were looking good.  I was starting to get a nice buzz, and thought about speeding up the shutter speed and lowering the fstop as I thought my continued drunken swagger could use a lil' help.  Glad this occurred to me before Cope came out. 

Cope came out.  He rocked.  He rocked...and then he rocked some more.  Turns out, we had enough money for lots of stuff thanks to a guy we rocked with all night named Dathoyn.  In exchange for some photos, he said he'd keep'em coming all night long.  He did.  And I shot about 250 pictures to capture it all.  Thanks bro!

A remarkable thing happened today; I saw my dog cry.  She looked me right in the eyes, and held her head higher than she has in weeks. Tears began to fall.  First from her face, then from mine. At first, I thought my eyes had played a trick on me...but tear after tear, I saw them land softly on the green grass below us. 

I can remember 10 years ago, the day I got her.  There were two remaining puppies in the litter.  Of the two, there was an abnormally small, clumsy puppy with long ears that she tripped over as ran to me, and literally did a somersault onto my shoes.  

You see, Bailey has been through a lot in the past couple of months.  We found a tumor, which we had removed.  Sadly, the cancer was too far gone and her body rapidly continued deteriorating.  I must admit, witnessing this progression of  poor health has been extremely hard for me to deal with.  Amanda and I had discussed it and we both agreed it was time to end her suffering.

Bailey knew; it was more than apparent.  I'm certain that my dog and I shared the complex emotions of saying goodbye.  Today, for me (I'm convinced) she held her head high, and wanted me to know it was ok.  She laid by my side for most of the day. 

For 10 years, she had been my friend, my frustration (for when I found a warm spot where she had been lying on the couch before I walked in the door,) my daughter, my therapist.  In her last moments, I continued to lay by her side and held her as she died.

"Love animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled. Do not trouble their joy, don't harass them, don't deprive them of their happiness, don't work against God's intent. Man, do not pride yourself on superiority to animals; they are without sin, and you, with your greatness..."
-- Fyodor Dostoyevsky

R.I.P.

Bailey Anne "wee-wee" Yarbrough

1996-2006

here's my rant...

bulletins are annoying! lemme re-phrase that...bulletins are fucking annoying!!!  ok...

lemme really re-phrase that...

if i get more than one bulletin from the same person, in the same day...wait...in the same hour; that person who sent me the bulletin is fucking annoying!  i don't care how many chainmails i have to forward...or my luck will be bad for a week.  you made me scroll for so long, i hope you and your stupid fuckin' bulletins have bad luck for a week.

some of them are fun, some are cute...but you know the ones i'm talking about.  some random myspacer adds you, and the next thing you know you have 32 new bulletins from them. (worthy of mee "accidently" deleting you off my myspace list...woops)