This is one of my most favorite spots in the whole wide world. Granted, I haven't been to a lot of places in this whole wide world, but nonetheless...this is a place I love.

It is in a little place I like to call, the Middle of F-ing Nowhere.

Standing on top of those hills on a fall day with a slight breeze is heaven for me. Chasing Lonnie and Sarah as they drive away and almost leave me in the pasture...not heaven. Good thing I run really fast! Ha!

Laying pipe on this particular field is also, surprisingly, not like heaven. It is quite the opposite really. Especially when it is just me and Lar. Of course, picking it up is even worse, because then it is me, Lar, and the sand burs. Boo to irrigating!

Business on top...party out back!

Okay, roommate and I are having a "Name the Mullet" contest.

This is the mullet that lives in our garage. It sits on the wall and patiently waits for opportunities to be worn. The other day we were discussing how the mullet would be so much happier on its little nail if it had a name. Alas, we cannot think of one.

This is where you come in.

We are having a "Name the Mullet" contest. Send your suggestions by:

1) Commenting on this post

or

2) Commenting on my myspace ( myspace.com/ttennyl)

or

3) E-mailing me (ttennyl@gmail.com)

We will announce the winner in a week or so. All suggestions are welcome. I'm sure there will be some sort of prize for the winner. Maybe a personalized mullett photo. We'll just have to wait and see.

On your marks...get set...NAME!

Chillin' weenies.

About once a month Boone stays with us for a couple of days. I think Pearl likes him even though she sometimes plays hard to get...little flirt.

She is actually growling at me right now. I think she can read and is upset because I'm writing about her and her little boyfriend.

Just look at her...she is doing the pouty French thing in the photo. He is baffled, wondering what he has done wrong and how he can remedy it. She has him wrapped around her paw. Maybe I should take some lessons from Pearl. She is all smooth and nonchalant about boys. I'm usually the opposite. There's no smooth when it come to me and boys...I mean men. See, I can't even write about it without getting flustered.

When it comes to men my philosophy is this:

Eh...I can get everything a man could give me out of a bowl of spaghetti and a battery.

Don't worry...

Lime...so clever.

I don't know if you know this...but I love puns. If you ask me, they are what keep the world going. Yay puns!

Roommate and I went out tonight. We took in a little cover band that will never make it any bigger than Lincoln Nebraska. Then we finished up with last call at Kelli's Pub. It is our local dive. I always leave there feeling a little better about myself.

We met our new neighbors tonight. They are only 20. Oh...to be 20 again and have no nice furniture, beer posters on the walls, and a poster with the rules to beer pong.

Some days you just wonder where time went. Oh...time. It is a funny little thing.

I've been "Sallied".

The thing with this picture is...I never know where it is going to turn up. Sarah and I have been sneaking it back and forth for almost three years now. Today I found her in my billfold when I was looking for my movie rental card in the check-out line. Nice. Usually I like surprises...this is always an exception. Once Sarah somehow managed to slip it in my pocket without my knowing. We have a deal that on my wedding day she will tell me how she got her in there. It's going to be a long time before I figure that one out.

Other places I've found the photo:

a photo frame that was supposed to have Pearl in it

my pocket

a 7ft wall photo of her in my living room

a 7ft wall photo of her in my bedroom

my camera bag

suitcase

bottom of a HUGE wrapped present...all it contained was the photo

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You just never know where she's going to be

Yes, certainly entertaining...

We discussed tonight the way it always works out that the "crazies" seem to be out and about whenever we try to bring friends to the courtyard. We tell them how nice it is, and how they will certainly love it...then it all hits the fan. A few weeks ago it was a Bear Hug concert. Tonight it was a twitchy girl with bad hair (which she kept pulling out) and a nervous demeanor. Ahhh!! While it does make for an interesting time, and lots to talk about after, it has to be a little upsetting to the newcomer.

I guess that's the price you pay for a night of good atmosphere and coffee.

Now, if only I could get a burrito with that coffee.

Go little neon go!

At least we are wearing our seat belts.

Sarah was very concerned because no matter how many shots we took, my eyes never seemed to be looking at the camera. That's the price you pay for road safety.

It's been awhile, so I figured it was time for another Tyku.

Empty courtyard with a Taurus in the garage

Hai-as-a-kite screaming "meow"

Semi-trucks and stop signs

Bear in the meadow eating cherries

No one understands the importance

Picnic basket full of I wanna moves

There were no survivors