Beth and Pugs' Oaxacan Adventure - September 2008

Eight and a half years ago, Pugs and Beth went to Ireland on their honeymoon. That was the last vacation that Pugs has had. We've stolen away for a long weekend here and there, but that was the last time Pugs has taken a full week off of work. So to keep him from becoming the guy that puts work in front of life, we're running off to Oaxaca for our anniversary!

This is our travel-blog. Our goal is to update it with text at least once daily and to add photos as time allows. Will Pugs get amoebic dysentery? Would he even notice if he did? Will Beth be mistaken for a pale-faced cousin of the native peoples in Oaxaca due to her size? Will the large, one-eyed, colored man with a lot of camera and computer equipment make it through customs? How many times will Beth call him a dumb-ass and smack him for being a dumb-ass?

A Busy Weekend

Reading back through this, I probably should have broken this into several blog entries, but my lunch break is almost over and I'm lazy.

This weekend was a busy one with Beth taking Sandy to the vet, photo-shootus-interruptus, a trip to the range, the UFC and Baby Baier, standing up my favorite stylist, and Beth putting in twelve hours of work on Sunday while I took Rocinante for a ride and forgot to do the laundry.

The Price Of Oil And The Problem With Being "Green"

Several times in the last few months, I've heard people say things to the effect of, "I'm glad that oil prices are rising; it'll reduce petroleum use which will help slow pollution and global warmng, and force the development of alternative energies!"

I don't know that people realize how elitist and priveleged a viewpoint this is.

Apparently the economic damage done while the R&D into alternative energies is happening is not important.

A Rough Weekend

This weekend was a bit rough. Sandy, our female dog, is experiencing chronic kidney failure.

She's always been more prone to vomiting than Tony, our male dog. The last couple of weeks or so, she's been vomiting a bit more regularly and has on occasion been refusing to eat at all. This last Thursday, she refused to eat the entire day and was even vomiting up any water she drank. She'd become increasingly lethargic as well. Friday was more of the same so, after talking to Beth, we made an emergency appointment with the vet. Saturday was the soonest that they could squeeze us in.

First Timers At The Range

Note: In reading through this, I realized that pictures would greatly help in some portions. When I can find the time, I'll add visual aids.

How did all of you celebrate the Fourth?

I spent the long weekend going to Chicago to celebrate my mother's and brother-in-law's birthdays; going to a "Redneck Party"; hanging out on Shemagne's veranda; and spending Sunday morning/afternoon going over gun-safety and putting holes in paper at the Range with Ruth, Kathy, Shemagne, and Beth. Beth has, of course, been shooting before, but for the other three, it was their first time.

WI could use some California style

June in Wisconsin was a momentous month of 100-year floods, dammed lakes disappearing, and devastation to corn, cherry, and many other crops.

June in California was joyous for same-sex couples, who for the past two weeks have been able to be legally married.

Why am I linking these events? How does $680 million sound?

That’s the estimated amount of money that California can be expected to rake in within the next 3 years if their law permitting gay marriage withstands a referendum challenge in November. That much (or more, since estimates are usually conservative) in wedding-related revenue from licenses, hotels, venues, caterers, florists, clothiers, hairdressers, photographers, musicians, and general tourism is expected to give a nice boost to California’s limp economy.


I stumbled across this series of pics on and it made me giggle.


'Cause I'm still juvenile like that.

"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard!"

I wrote up this story today for a guy who was just put on new meds and has to give up alcohol. I realized that I've written up a blog entry for my humiliating Ireland moment, but haven't written up my funniest Ireland moment.

Here it is:

I don't drink alcohol and haven't since I was sixteen (well over twice that now). My friends all drink socially and it's never been a problem for me. In fact, in college it was actually a boon. The main reason I had friends was 'cause I didn't drink.

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