Train in the art of thievery

For those of you who have never met him, this is Karrrl:



Well technically, I think he's Karrrl II. I'm ashamed to say I can't remember which one I have. Maybe Angie remembers?

Either way, Karrrl here, is most famous for his involvement in the great prank war of 2004/2005. This is the same prank war in which I was deemed to possess the spiritual gift of thievery. As I was talking to Angie online this afternoon, I told her about how the "gift of thievery" had come up at work and how I'd mostly just gotten looks like I was crazy. Well, then she mentions that when ever she thinks about me and my spiritual gift she pictures me "wearing a black bandana, like the Hamburgler." (thanks, talk about a reputation for being cool)

After she said this I just couldn't help myself:



So just in case you were wondering what Karrrl had been up to for the last few years... he's been secretly training in the art of Thievery. Soon he'll be ready to be unleashed on the world. Or at the very least he'll be ready to take on North Carolina!

Meet the new crowd

Woo the first of my "Catch up" posts!


Way back in February I went golfing with a couple of guys from work. There had been lots of trash talking going on and we had a lot of fun. It was the first time I'd been out in probably 6 months. If I remember correctly I shot a 54 on the front and then crashed and burned on the back nine. Oh well.



This is Mike S. stretching... narration by Rob... and shaky camera work by yours truly. Rob kept going, but I could keep from laughing and the picture just shook too much.



Chris and Rob were both in the woods by their second shot. So much for all that trash talking.



The only tiny scrap of woods on the entire hole...



Sand...



More sand...




Mike and I tried to stay on grass. What were we thinking? :D No, of course Mike and I hit our share of woods... Rob and Chris were glad we were only betting small though.

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Some other random pictures...


Matt in the hat he found at the store





Rob and Mike F. drinking margaritas out of sippy cups after spilling once too often.


Andrew and his new BFF, Rob's son Dakota.


Rob's other son Parker rocking my sunglasses. Rob's boys are great, they crack me up every time I see them.



Really great sunset at the driving range.


Mike S cleaning up the case of wine he dropped...


... and then spilling again.
(Sorry I know it's blurry, stupid camera phone)


Irma... "peace"... rocking the demo station



Ollie welcoming people to our Summer Kickoff party




Who knew Daryl could hula hoop?



Bret jumping for joy about Summer Kickoff tastings




David and Danny... umm yeah I don't know why they wore the pirate hats...



PJ and Michael (aka Frick and Frack, the frozen boys) posing for me...




David S, grill master



...but mom I''m having too much fun at the Summer Kickoff party...





Jason getting in on the tasting action. This picture is really all about the flamingo for me... and yes that is a bubble maker!



"umm..."
"you can hear the ocean! in stereo!"
"sure. whatever you say Amy."



Have no fear, there will be more catch up posts to come. I'm sorry it's taken me this long in the first place. Stupid real life and being too tired to blog when I get home from work.

Road trip with Kinsey

So I took a little vacation... and went on a road trip with Kinsey to Sioux City! Now, I can road trip with very few people. Often times I get sick of the other people or can't stand their taste in music, conveniently, these are never problems with Kinsey. We rock out. And by rock out I mean get our late 90's gangsta on.

One of the highlights of the trip was when me, Kinsey, Amy and Seth went on a tour of the Sioux City tourist spots.


The bathroom at Amy's hospital


The 33 foot tall Jesus


The 30 foot tall Mary


Clearly there is no fun allowed at this park. "Do not let your children climb ON ANYTHING"


There were all these posts throughout the garden that you could pay to put a plaque on. For $800 Kinsey and I could immortalize the awesomeness of our trip for all of Sioux City to see.


A life sized wood carving of the Last Supper


Kinsey wishing she was at the Last Supper


A painting of the man who carved the Last Supper

Next we went to the Louis and Clark Interpretive Center. It's kind of like a mini museum right on the Missouri river and it seemed to be all about correcting the historical inaccuracies of the Louis and Clark Story.

I'm not entirely sure why we're "remembering" heroes rather than just plain old remembering them, but...



... it's best to remember that they probably did not wear that much fringe.



Next were the animatronic robots who taught us all about the death of Sergeant Floyd, the only member of the expedition to not make it. I'm pretty sure he died of Typhoid. I clearly was not paying enough attention to the historical facts the Interpretive Center was trying to teach me.



The rest of the Interpretive center varied from taking itself too seriously to underestimating how immature the average visitor is.



I'm going to be in a lot of trouble for blogging this one. Bonus points if you can guess why we really really needed to take this picture. (Yes there is a legitimate reason, not just our immaturity) Also, that's not the Washington monument, it's the Sergeant Floyd monument in Sioux City.


And did I mention there's no picture taking allowed in the interpretive center? Clearly Kinsey and I can't go anywhere without getting ourselves into a bit of trouble.



Kinsey is Louis and I'm Clark. The dog's named Seaman.


Over the rest of the weekend we were able to see Seth and Amy's new house, drove up to Sioux Center, visited the Van Gorps at their campsite in Nebraska, ate dinner with Deb and Gary at an Arby's in Des Moines... Who could have asked for a better road trip?