FamGuyToday by Aunty Fox

have thought of this. It is SO perfect. Laura brought over a G W Bush chew toy for dogs. She said the pet store bought them, 50 per box, and couldn't keep them in stock. SO, I'm not the only one who would love to see an animal tear off his head and limbs??? Obviously not. I did think of G Dub toilet paper. PERFECT. But several entrepreneurs beat me to the punch. It's expensive, but they can't keep it in stock, either. I love it.... Nasty, but SO appropriate..

'til we leave for Mexico, and the party on the beach, also known as 'Ted & Kari's Wedding.' Can hardly wait.... Gonna be a fun bunch of people down there, and the more the merrier. If you can't have a good time at an 'all-inclusive' resort, on the beach, in the Caribbean, you ain't tryin'. Looking forward to a great time, with our friends and relatives. If you haven't booked yet, it's not too late. DO IT. Let me know and I'll hook you up with the tour company. You WON'T be sorry...

Keystone is closing in about 2 weeks! Can't believe it has gone so fast. The pic is Carol and I last week, when we had a FANTASTIC day at Keystone. Hate to fight the weekend crowds, but need to get all the days in I can. May head up tomorrow. The season is gonna be over WAY too soon...

a program on TV, about the 'Boomer Generation', and just realized what an effect it had on me and my generation. Our heroes, JFK, RFK, and Martin Luther King, who stood up for what we believed, were all shot and killed. If you weren't there, you can't understand what that meant. It was 'us verses them'. Smoke pot, go to jail, for 20 years. YES, that's how it was. Viet Nam, fight their war, or go to jail. Thank God, it has 'kind of' changed. We have Bush, and his war, not NEARLY as bad, but, the same kinda crap. Please, stand up for what is right. The older you get, the more important it becomes. There is RIGHT and WRONG. Killing, for economic reasons, is WRONG. Hopefully we have come to understand this simple fact. Some people have not. Please, let us separate ourselves from 'them' and their sins. Stand up for what is RIGHT. Sorry for preaching, but some things need to be said....

sooooo, I'll relay the story of a certain "Who" concert in St. Louis. As security, we were given a really cool Who t-shirt with a riverboat on it. Used to have a whole lotta cool shirts, that some bands gave out as a sort of backstage pass, but only one has survived. A Rolling Stones, Big Lips shirt, from a '72 Stones tour. Anyway, this particular show was memorable for a couple of reasons. One, Keith Moon, the original Who drummer, and one of the real wild men of rock n roll, was still alive and was in rare form. He threw a party in his hotel room, and had some lovely guests. Won't go into particulars, but not surprised he died young. Another memory comes from Connie. Never knew her last name, but she was famous... There is a line in a "Grand Funk Railroad" song, "We're an American Band", that says, 'Sweet sweet Connie was doin' her act. She had the whole band and that's a natural fact'. Well, some musicians claimed they pl

pretty quickly. Heard back from Patient Rep at St Joseph's, regarding Kari's (lack of) care at their hospital. My complaint has been forwarded to their Review Board and (they say) they will be in touch with me. Hope they take it as seriously as I do. Dr Wolter is an incompetent menace and needs to be exposed. Fortunately, I am just the person to do it. I don't want anyone else to go thru the crap that Kari did. Stay tuned....

on the SIXTH day, Kari was tranferred to University Hospital under the care of Dr Winston. Within hours she was in surgery and the valve (with two tubes into her brain and a shunt to her abdomen) was unclogged and she is "on the mend". I am going to aggressively make sure that Dr Jerkass (Kari's name for Dr Wolter, who did nothing but jack us around) is written up (by me) to show him as the dangerously incompetent menace that he is. Bottom line, Kari is groggy, but will be able to come home tomorrow, if all goes as planned. Am tired of hospitals for awhile. As for now, I have earned a beer, and I'm gonna have it. Later...

happening with Kari. Still waiting at St Joseph's for decision on what to do. Dr. Jerkass, (Kari's name for Wolter) did wake her up early to tell her there was no news. SOOO, until something to report there, I will pass on this bit from the paper this morning that is SOOO typical of the Bush reign. Deputy Interior Secretary J Steven Griles became the 9th Bush Admin official to be convicted in the Jack Abramoff scandal. No surprise there, but what leapt out at me, was the quote,"Griles, a former oil and gas lobbyist who became an architect of the Bush energy policy, as Deputy Sec of the Interior...." Wow, what a surprise! From oil and gas lobbyist, to creating our country's energy policies, then selling out, even more, to Abramoff. Just when you think these "Bush Crooks" can't be any more blatant, you hear more about them. Just hope we can survive the Texas oil cartel's takeover of our country....

Here we are THREE days later, and Kari is still in the hospital, with nothing having been done, other than 2 CatScans, which, SURPRISE, showed nothing. A blockage of the valve can NOT be seen on a CS. Obvious to everyone, except Dr Wolters, who is probably the most obnoxious jerk, in the guise of a doctor, that I have ever met. Won't go into all the particulars, but after ignoring her, then questioning the fact she even HAS a problem, finally showed up today and said he was planning to do exploratory abdominal surgery, to see if her shunt is draining properly. After explaining how dangerous such surgery is, he wouldn't answer me when I asked, "Why not check it from the other end, that's where you're gonna have to do any repair, and that's where the problem has ALWAYS been before?" He gave me a BS answer, so I asked, "If you have to see if it drains, why not do it with dye, like Dr. Winston did? It is MUCH safer, and this is my ONLY daughter&quo

Kevin (Laura's dad) and I went skiing at Keystone. Had a great time just talking and skiing on a beautiful Colorado day. Had been home for about 2 minutes when I got a call from Kari, calling from Exempla Hospital, where she was waiting for an ambulance to take her to St Joseph's for surgery on her shunt. Every few years, it seems, the valve implanted in Kari's head, that controls the pressure on her brain, gets clogged. This causes headaches, vision loss and some paralysis. Here we go again. This time it is with a new Dr, though. Dr Winston is not in her insurance group. We are currently waiting (about 6:30 now) to find out if they are gonna do surgery tonight or tomorrow. I don't think I'll ever get used to someone cutting into my little girl's head, but at least I knew and trusted Dr Winston at Children's Hospital. I have seen too many kids in the hospital with a cranial infection to ever stop being scared during this procedure. Also, it alway

and before McNichol's, it was the The Coliseum, that was THE concert venue in Denver, other than Red Rocks, that is, but that's a different story. Can't remember why we were at the Coliseum, could have been a concert, car show, prize fight, whatever, but my buddy Gary and I were backstage with "Pops", an old-timer who practically lived there. We got to know him thru concerts and he'd let us in the back door for other events. Anyway, we were there when The Doobie Bros, along with roadies, groupies, etc. showed up to get ready for the concert the following night. We hung around, talked w/them and ended up being asked. "What's shakin' in Denver tonight?" Don't remember all the details, but do remember we talked them into doing a free concert/dance at The Ghetto Lounge, 92nd and Washington. There was a house band, already set up, and the Doobs borrowed some of their equipment as well as hauled up some of their own. We called friends, s

that although I have ignored W and his ilk, as we enter the FIFTH YEAR of this disaster, based on lies, there are still those out there that support him. What is wrong with you people??? In Iraq, where George has made life a living hell, 18% of the people support the American occupation. Over 2 million people have left. Can't you see, or admit, when something is so obviously wrong? I will pay for a tatoo, on the inside of your rectum, where you are sure to see it, "Iraq had NOTHING to do with 9-11" How can you look at him, and Iraq, and say, "Yup, that's my guy." Have you no sense of reality? We are going on FIVE years. What does it take??? Ten years? Ten thousand American dead? Hundreds of thousands wounded? Oh, never mind, we're already there. A Trillion dollars? The WHOLE world hating us? Never mind, rational thought eludes you. I have no desire to debate you or listen to your "world is flat" philosophy. Get out of my life, leave me alone,

the new kitty. Like I said, kind of a mutt with 4 white feet. Not the "looker" that Sophie was, but kinda cute. Fantastic personality, very friendly and really soft. Has a cute, "silent meow". Opens her mouth, meows, but no sound comes out. Holds her own with other (bigger) cats and even dogs. Needs to work on waking up too early and wanting to play. Would sell her soul for 'wet food', but is a very picky eater. Long and lean with long back legs. The better to jump up on the counter, with. All in all, a pretty good kitty. Nice to have one around again.....

After many unsuccessful tries, I FINALLY got a picture to post. This is a preview of coming attractions. "Drinks on the beach" in only 47 days. The wedding that seemed a long time away is finally getting closer. Looking forward to a great time with a bunch of good people. This is the swim-up bar at Barcelo Maya w/Paul and Kathy. Iberro Star is even better. See ya' there...

when I think back on some of the road stuff, on the Feyline trips. Some quick memories... Just about asleep, goin' down the road, late at night. BAMMM. Voice from back, "Wha' wazzat?" 'Nuthin' "What WAS that? 'Nothing.' "G-- D---- it, what did you hit???" 'Speed limit sign.' "Oh... OK..." The time we headed out from Denver in a private bus, not sure where we were going but it was a long ride, and we had a REAL bus driver. One of the guys, L.C., said, "Here, I got something to make the trip easier." Since everyone else was doing it, (good reason, huh?) I took one of the large capsules too. Woke up a few hours later, really groggy, as people were asking, "Where are we?" The bus driver musta helped himself to one, also, 'cause he looked worse than anyone. We were on a gravel road, in the middle of nowhere (Kansas?) and the last I remember, the driver was walking out toward a farmer on a tractor, ask

Have been trying to download (upload?) pictures ever since Blogspot was taken over by Google, UNsuccessfully. Keep getting a messgae that is is a temporary problem YEAH RIGHT. SO, no new kitty pics, no ski pics, no Mexico pics (from the past) to get psyched for the trip wich is coming up soon. 50 days? Am looking for suggestions on new books, now that I finally finished "Atlas Shrugged". What a book.... Don't need anything quite that heavy for awhile. Suggestions, anyone????

on the radio last night and it got me thinking. Between working, and just attending, LOTS of concerts, I have been asked which one was my favorite. Many jump to mind, including the last Bob Seger, a Who concert where a new band called Lynyrd Skynyrd opened for them, the first time I saw Led Zepplin, and a few others. BUT, my all-time favorite, and I'm not sure why, is a Jethro Tull show. What made this one different/really great, was the format. They opened with 'Aqualung', the entire album, in sequence, took a break, did the 'Thick as a Brick', as an album, took a break and came back with highlights of all the other albums. We worked several shows with them and I, and the crowd, REALLY got off on it. Ian Anderson was a master showman, and the lead guitar, (don't even remember his name), was fantastic. I used to have a blue denim shirt, that Carol spent MANY hours embroidering, and it was really cool. The lead guitar of JT wanted to buy it from me, and kept offe

but don't have much to say. Am having such a great time going between golf and skiing, but don't want to rub it in to those who have real jobs. All I can say is, I did that for many years, and now that I"m old, I've found there IS some justice in the world. Hopefully, y'all can enjoy your golden years also. Too soon old, too late smart, but luckily, there is a 'twilight' too enjoy. "Atlas Shrugged" is an amazing book, and after struggling through over a thousand pages, I am now 'rationing' the last of the book. You know it's good when you don't want it to end. It has basically been a confirmation of many thoughts that I thought were mine alone. 'Tis good to know I'm not the Lone Ranger with this stuff. Thanks for the recommendation, girls...

When Barry would book a big name band, many times they'd do a series of shows in the Midwest, and we'd go on tour with them. But without most of the glamour. We'd travel in Winnebagos, usually three, and do security at various venues, while they flew, or had really cool tour buses. I particularly remember Neil Young's. Part of the contract in those days, called for food and drink for the band on the day of the concert. It seems like one thing they all had in common was their choice of beer. ALWAYS Heineken. For a long time, I thought of Heinie as THE premium beer, 'cause it was first choice of nearly ALL the bands. Alcohol was never a problem for us, because part of our job was to confiscate booze from people who were way too obvious trying to smuggle it in. There were SO MANY times when I'd check a backpack, or whatever, and find a bottle of wine, a bong and a baggie, and say, "That's illegal", while I took the wine (only) and say, 'Have a nic

When we got Bailey, our new kitty, she came with a very pronounced 'kink' in her tail. The last inch, or more, was bent sideways at a 90 degree angle. You could really notice it, by sight or feel, if you were aware of it. I'm guessing it happened when her tail was shut in a door. Anyway, a couple of days ago, a houseguest accidentally, (I hope), stepped on it, and Carol found the tip of her tail on the kitchen floor the next morning. Bailey went from being a decidedly "long-tailed" cat, to looking a bit stubby. Not appreciating her new look, I decided to help her out, with the help of some super glue. I think she looks much better. We'll see if Carol notices....

Have just gotten back into this epic of a book. I have run the entire gamut of emotions while reading this heavyweight tome. From indifference, to mildly interested, through totally engrossed, to being bored, then being kicked in the head with some real universal truth. Ayn Rand CAN make you think. It makes me feel so inadequate to even attempt to describe what she has 'put to paper.' She does have a way of dragging out a thought to the absolute extreme, and then continuing for another five pages, BUT, she has some amazing thoughts. I wonder what her IQ was/is? She does make me feel small for being so unlike John Galt or Hank Reardon, but they are so 'over the top', as well as the character of Dagney, that I don't know that any mere human could compare favorably with them. Nonetheless, she does make me think, and that's worth something. I just have to stay with it for another couple hundred pages, and I'll feel like I did accomplish something. Not

'cause I can ski for a couple days, then golf like I did today, win enough to eat and drink while skiing tomorrow, then come back for a b-ball game, and golf Friday, before skiing Saturday again. Sorry to brag, but even I don't get too many weeks like this one, although it is that time of year, and it will happen some more. 'Tis an honor to live in Colorado....

Going skiing for Carol's b-day. Will get back in a few days...

watching Alex, Laura's bother, and his Broomfield b-ball team. These guys are good! Especially Alex. Fantastic ball handler and hustler. Can also jump and shoot. Not bad for a junior. They are now in the final eight and play D'Evelyn tomorrow afternoon. They beat a good Mesa Ridge team tonight, in a game that was a lot closer than the final score. Alex had some great assists and hit a bunch of clutch free throws to put it away at the end. Brought back a bunch of good memories, of exciting times, long ago....

who loved to put up 'tough guy' front. At first, I was, like everyone else, a bit intimidated by him. But, as time went on, I could get him to smile and laugh occasionally. I remember one time, for some reason our paychecks got delayed, and Gary needed the money, so Barry said to come on up to his office and he'd personally pay us. A lot of it was in cash those days, which was fine with everyone. We went downtown, to the Brooks Towers, where Barry had his office on the top floor, and walked in while Barry was 'negotiating' with Z Z Top's agent for an upcoming show. He had a large electric frying pan full of BBQ beef cooking on his desk and was talking into a speaker phone. I remember him saying things like, "I only want you for one night, not the whole f'ing week." and "There's only 3 of 'em" At one point, he knocked the phone on the floor, and continued the conversation as he walked past it, stomping and yelling, all the

and a line in it, 'and you always seem outnumbered', brought back a memory. 'Twas the middle of the night, we were somewhere in the middle of Oklahoma, and our Winnebago needed some gas. So, we pulled into a truck stop, must have been right after the bars closed, on a Friday night. Anyway, I went in to get something to eat/drink and our guy who was paying for the gas, with hair way down his back, was the 'center of attention' in the redneck, cowboy hangout. There was the usual, 'get a haircut' type stuff, but my buddy, Tom Swift (his REAL name) wasn't the normal peace loving hippie they were expecting. He had a black belt in karate, but we were still really outnumbered, and I remember thinking he shoulda just shut up, paid for the gas and left, but he didn't. Luckily, our buddies from the Winnie came in about the time things were getting real interesting. The 'twins' walked in, and Jerry, the baddest one, walked up to the nearest co