For My Brother.

Maybe you should up that percentage to something like...I don't know...75%.
p.s. Nothing runs like a Deere.

I don't like to brag...but today I'm going to.

Mmm....

Okay, this beer was still cold. It was Crappy Beer Night last night...and it was grand!
The Pabst - Amanda's
The High Life - Michael, Mitch, and Dave's (they each had their own).
The Schlitz - all mine.
The Old Style - again...ALL MINE.
(not pictured - Linsey's margarita)

I truly love crappy beer.

The making of things.

After all, aren't gnomes from Holland? Now, where the hell is Heidi?

I love this photo of me! See what I have to put up with while trying to make the above photo?

Hair blowing all over, camera strap about to hit me in the face, roommate in the car taking photos of me taking photos of a little plastic gnome named Gary. All the while my beer is getting cold. Come on!

It really was a great day.

If only...

On the previous post, anonymous posted: "try a glenlevite works fer me".

I think it is apparent that anonymous forgot what happened the last time I had a Glenlevite.

(see above photo)

I was home for Christmas. I drank my fair share of scotch, threw up in the shower, and passed out on the bathroom floor. I never did make it to the Christmas party I was intending to attend.

That has been a while and I think I am fully recovered now. So anonymous (dad) if you would be so kind as to buy me some Glenlevite...maybe I could get that good nights sleep I deserve.

Think about it...don't you want the best for you children.

I can't sleep.

You never gnome.

You really never know where the day will take you.

I woke up this afternoon (I had worked my last night shift for a while), and roommate was ready to road trip. So, we grabbed Gary the Gnome and my cameras and the mullet wig and beers and away we went. We hit five or six small towns, some corn fields (see above photo), roommates family farm, and a tractor pull. Yes, a tractor pull.

As we were about home, a song came on the radio. The lyrics were saying something to the fact that life wasn't always beautiful but the journey was...I'm not sure exactly. But I thought...I don't agree with that. I think life is beautiful. Not just the journey of it all, but life itself. If it weren't, how else would one end up at a tractor pull in the middle of Nebraska, while wearing a John Deere hat I might add. That sort of stuff doesn't just happen. If one can see the beauty in that...you know what I'm talking about.