grit your teefs and get down to business!

it is time to grit your teefs and get growing. this year is for bragging rites of who has the biggest pumpkin. i got my family and a few other friends to give it a go this year. i have commandeered the whole garden area in the far back corner of my yard. so i had to build my wife some raised garden beds to offsets my domination of the bigger plot.

the garden boxes are great and they are closer to the house. it is easier to get the herbs for dinner and the salad we want to eat that night. i think this is going to be a great year of the pumpkin. i wonder what confucius would say? and why didn't the chinese have the year of the pumpkin?

having something to get my mind off the state of the world, i have also been riding my scooter a ton. she gives me the freedom i have needed for a few years. life changing events have taken place in the last few years and i was missing something. this pumpkin lifestyle, my scooter, my dogs, and my wife have helped me to find my "happy place."

i want to brag about my wife, Dr. Sundahl, for one paragraph. i am so proud of her and her motivation, not her inability to relax, OCD. she completed her pharmD program at the university of colorado, denver. she has made me a better person, really. getting to know her is and has been the greatest gift of my life. last night she told me a story that i had never heard before and i was smiling about it. she takes me at face value. she is giving and loving, obviously she married me! it has been a struggle for us, with her going to school and me having a hard time finding work. but, we made it!! I LOVE HER!! it has been a joy, even during the hardest times of my life and our lives together. i look forward to what our future holds for us.

now that part of it is over, i look forward to the new challenges we face together. so smart a doctor (thanks cubby) and she is my wife.

we have added a few members to the family. we have another vicious killer named fiona gerturude rana sundahl. the taco bell mishap dog, more later... and we have been expecting this for a while, a new hottub. she is wonderful. helps with my aches and pains. fiona is a terror that i do not wish on anyone but she is ours. she smells the flowers, rips up the carpet, eats beth's shoe insoles, and knocks out her brother's tooth. but she is a magical fit. jackson loves her and lola is happy to be a maternal figure.

start today

i have harvested all the seeds from the biggest pumpkin and am drying them for next year's attempt to make something bigger and better, it is the american way!  but i am troubled, not by the car industry, but the man/woman who shaved my head today.  i kept getting this strange, no way really, vibe that shim(she+him=shim) had done a buzz cut in the army, navy or some other branch of the military, over a few thousand times.  it was in how shim so carefully found a high spot and made sure to go over it over and over it again.  sounds like dubya's take on life and his thoughts about tax cuts for the oil companies.  he was nice to talk to, or was it her, never mind, it was good to get a stellar buzz, even if shim's adam's apple was the size of a gorilla's testicle. so my real problem is why did i have a problem with some dude wanting to get his stuff cut off and become less of a man, this is not a dis of women, he is actually cutting off his hangers.  i know and have met men less worthy of tackle then someone who feels strongly about his gender.  but here lies my confusion...how come more men turn into deadbeat dads, then get sex changes?...just think about it.

cut and done!

well i cut them off.  she is 62 lbs!! i am happy with that but it makes me want to do better next year.  i am sad to cut her i wanted to get to 100lbs but this is good.  i have now made a plan for next year; cutting trees for more sunlight,  getting the ph balanced, monitoring nitrogen levels so the girls don't get too much.  i will write more later just wanted to get a quick post in and update all y'all!!

close to pickin'

as we draw closer to the day of the dead and halloween, i am almost to tears realizing that my pumpkin season is almost over.  tomorrow i will be cutting all three pumpkins from the plant and letting them mature off the vine so we can get the garden ready for winter.  winter sucks! i will have the final tally of the weight and measurements and will post them soon. we have made a new addition to the family.  she is a beautiful 7.6 pounds of fury.  her name is fiona gertrude sundahl.  we got her from the side of the road from some crackhead south of colorado springs.  beth couldn't let her go to some home that would misuse and abuse her.  my wife kept saying she looks exactly like "my lola." so now our dog jackson and myself are feeling a little bit out numbered, three female pumpkins, two female dogs, sammy my sister (just moved in), and beth my wife.  i am hoping that this is not a trend in my life that i am out numbered.  i am sure i will be left behind enough when beth decides she is ready to be "in the family way" or "P.G" as my grandma would say. when beth decides i will send out a press release so everyone can start stockpiling arms, gamesha save all of you!

more later...

the other children

so i have as every parent, found my favorite and run with it.  how do you distribute love equally, when you know one child is much better than the others? we i feel guilty for not mentioning my other little girls.  one is named haile, like the guy, and the other is named chauncey. i loved those names but beth has squashed the idea of naming any of our children, which we don't have, either of these names.  haile is about 7 lbs and growing steady. i am hoping she makes it to 12. chauns as i call her is slightly bigger and very jealous of her big sister, she is on the same vine.  the problem with these two is they aren't photogenic at all. even worse they hide, cause are smaller, under the big leaves. it makes it hard to give them enough of what they need but i guess i will try much harder.  i mean i love my dogs differently, or do i hate them equally? who knows but it sucks to have kids! i mean more than one pumpkin. 

increasing in size.

i know that this is a huge dilemma for most females but this one is okay.  i am getting curious about her progress to be the best she can and found this website;  www.backyardgardener.com/weight.html, and it gave me a guestimation.  i don't know about guessing weights but this one seems to be fine for now.  i guess my eye is a bit off from the equation those people came up with, but i can deal with that.  what i can't deal with is election years. these smear adds are driving me up a wall the seem to increase in size and frequency. they taut their constituents as evil people, which most politicians are, who don't care about the planet or the people on it.  i just can't take it anymore. these budgets these people us on television are obsessive to say the least, down right obese is what i call them. how can we get them to see this a misuse of what they say they want to "change in washington," the publics money. i am not going to touch AIG. so i propose a boycot of political spending from the middle class and i say we overthrow both political parties and put clowns in instead, at least we would know they were clowns

rollin' rocks!

there are few thing in life i hold dear and this is in order (just kidding dear), beer, my wife, dogs, pumpkins, golf, bowling, and sure some family members. last night was shaping up to be a normal night. we went out to dinner with our friends lerb(lance, he wanted a tougher name) and rhonda(her lesbian name) to dinner at a steak joint.  the food was good i got my steak rare and it was delicious.  after dinner we decided to call it a night cause rhonda is in the family way, knocked up for all of you that don't know my grandma, and tired and beth was tired too.  so as we leave the parking lot lerb calls us and says, lets go bowling.  i was like hells yeah!! so we stop at family dollar to get beth some socks and then head down to elitch lanes to "roll the rock," as i like to call it.  i was bowling poorly due to a freak gout accident, and boy does it hurt.  so we were enjoying ourselves and in the 8th frame i get the dreaded 7-10 split.  now if you know about bowling you know this is impossible to convert the spare.  when i used to bowl twice a week with my brothers, larry, wally, the jesus, and others, we would always try our hardest to pick this up to no avail. last night i got my eyes focused on the prize, took an extra few seconds, released the ball as normal, "just like shaking hands" the golf pro a the jeremy country club would say(he has had a perfect 300 game).  the spin wasn't as perfect as i would have liked but it was reaching the all right target arrows at the right times.  i hit the seven perfect! it slid as if in slow motion straight at the 10 pin at a snails pace. reaching the 10 pin barely knocking it off its mooring and tumbling it to the ground.  i did it!!! i have made the hardest shot in bowling and lived to tell about it.  i am so proud of myself that in the facility i jump up and down waving my hands yelling "i am the best, yes, yes, yes." doing fist pumps and yelling.  after a few minutes of this i start to do a dance right by our lane and some drunk dude walks out of the bathroom and says "yeah man, do it, do it." unbeknownst to him i had just made the hardest shot in bowling, but it made me feel good cause everyone else was hiding their faces laughing at me cause i was making a fool of my self. i am totally aware that this happens all too  much, that i make a fool of myself, for me to even care.  i just did something i have been trying to do almost as long as i have been trying to get a hole in one playing golf.

HURRAY FOR ME!  I feel like the DUDE from the big lebowski, i can't be beat