It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Back to our regularly scheduled Mooney Montage. I tried to post this picture the other day, but it only showed the top half of the picture, so maybe today the blog likes this picture better. This is John and our brother-in-law, Brant, either right before or right after we went whale watching off Monterey Bay, CA.

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Sunday, February 25, 2007

Selective Hearing

He says, "What are you doing?"

I say,"I'm baking."

He says, "Bacon?"


Friday, February 23, 2007

Interrupting the Mooney Montage for this important picture of Chester and Tony Danza. For some fun, anybody want to guess which one is Chester and which one is Tony Danza?


Thursday, February 22, 2007

Photograph number 3 in the Mooney Montage: this is John climbing around on the massive rocks at Yosemite National Park in the summer of 2004.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

This is another addition to the Mooney Montage. This is John on a different trencher, digging a spot for the electric wire to be buried. It rained the day we rented the trencher, but that didn't matter, we were paying for it, so we were going to use it. Isn't he cute in his Sainte Genevieve Winery hat and the earphones and the raincoat? I think secretly he wants to be a construction worker, he is always drawn to the machinery at the farm.


Monday, February 19, 2007

As suggested by Mike, on days where I have nothing to blog about, I offer a Mooney Montage.
This is John and my dad using the trencher at the farm when we were building the new winery building.
All that greenery sure does look weird.


Sunday, February 18, 2007

bird is the word


Saturday, February 17, 2007



Friday, February 16, 2007

where no one notices the contrast of white on white

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Anybody else

watching The Knights of Prosperity besides us?


Tuesday, February 13, 2007

I Got Nothin'

I've been trying to think of something interesting to say for two weeks now. I know this is the longest blogging break I have taken, especially since I have had ample time to blog. Plus, I hate other people's blog who whine and cry about having nothing to say. Nobody wants to read a post about me having nothing to say. I have worked the past two weekends, and the weeks in between have been very uneventful. I have carried the camera around with me everyday, but it's February in Missouri; not too gorgeous.

We did get ~6 inches of snow this morning, so that puts a nice sheen on the outside world.

John did show me a movie this morning that is circulating the internet about a kitty washing machine that I know Matt would love, but the cat looked to freaked out for it to be really funny.

Hannah had a birthday party, and I'm always good for a picture or two of a beautiful niece, but we didn't go because we had to work.

So, no, Becky, I'm not dead, and I even drug Amanda out and made her comment, but, alas, it's been cold and dreary here and no reason to blog....

I'll leave you with one semi funny story.

A couple years ago at the Senate Dinner I met one of the CEOs of Southwestern Bell, and I had so much to drink that the only thing I could think to say to her was that we had DSL. Harry Kennedy introduced her to me, and I stood there all dumbfounded and said, "um... I have a DSL line." Brilliant. I had a similar situation two weekends ago. I was at the annual Grape and Wine conference, and was introduced to the two ladies that started and own Sauce Magazine and all I could think of to say was that I get my copy of Sauce Magazine every month at the Hartford Coffee Company, and last weekend we were there surrounded by lesbians. I probably said the word lesbians 5 times in three minutes.... I can only hope that those ladies aren't lesbians.

p.s. I'm on fire right now because when I linked to that senate dinner, I found a rather distasteful comment that was posted back in November. Man, I wish I would have found that comment when they left it. I replied back to their stupidity, and am dying to see what happens next, even though it will probably be nothing...Nothing like a little spat to get my blood pumping...

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