Weekend Update: Mississippi Edition

This weekend I am flying back home to Mississippi. It is a momentous occasion for numerous reasons.

-It will be the first time I've had more than twelve consecutive hours off work in over a month.

-I will be attending my Best Friends (Clib's) MFA graduate thesis art show. His final art work, for higher education's sake, and will also be inducted into the Guinness Book of World Records for the World's Longest Print. (Just under 100 yards) Here is the Newspaper Coverage. If anyone is in the vicinity of Oxford, MS, here are the details for Friday night.



-I get to see the World's Greatest Nephew (claim under review by Guinness Book of World Records). For those keeping track here is the latest photo. Check out those guns. He is going to be a hoss like his Uncle Killer.-I am going to meet someone from the blogging world for the first time. Mel, from Mel O Drama, one of our ardent supporters, lives in Oxford, and is coming to the show.
I've never met a blog buddy before. What if real Killer is not up to expectations created by blog Killer? Will Mel expect all witty banter and ball talk. I am tingling with anticipation. Either from the excitement of meeting Mel or from too much Gold Bond Medicated Powder on the testes. Regardless, I am really enjoying the sensation.

So, as you can see, I have an action packed weekend planned, and my life is void of adventure right now I am posting about my weekend plans on Monday.

What are you doing this weekend?

Have you ever met any blog buddies, or other Internet acquaintances?

More Proud Uncle Posting

Killer rebelling against his parents well into his thirties.

Great, I'm grounded. Usually it would not be a big deal, but the old parental adage, "If you live under my roof, you follow my rules," is hard to deny when you are too cheap to get a hotel. I got in trouble for the last post. Not the comments about my parental home being a cosmic oddity of weight gain, but because I brazenly committed a cardinal sin. I made fun of my Mother's dog.

We will discuss that topic more later, but first some pictures of my nephew. This is Kade. You can see the close resemblance we share. He is even cutting his hair to look like mine. He obviously worships his Uncle Killer.


This is him made up for night on the town, which apparently babies are quarantined for the first month , so he gets all dressed up to hang out in the living room. Check out those sharp corduroy pants, that is my kind of classy.


This is Kade after drinking too much. Sprawled out in a puddle of his own vomit, with a distant look in his eyes, wondering, "Was that really a girl?" He's a rock star just like me.


Enough about the baby...let's get back to the subject that has me on time out.

This is a picture of a proper Miniature Pinscher. Notice the svelt body, the alert ears. This guy means business. The average weight for a Min-Pin is 8 to 10 pounds.



Meet Snuffy, my Mother's pride and joy (before the recent arrival of Grandchild #1). He weighs in at an obviously conservative estimate of 22 pounds. Being an optimist I must add that is like getting two Min-Pins for the price of one. One of Snuffy's biggest problems is he never gave up his "lap dog" status. I can be innocently napping on the couch when he comes tear assing through the house and leaps onto my lap. Nothing says good afternoon like 22 pounds of meat pouncing on your nut sack.


This next one is a solo shot of Snuffy doing what he loves to do, search the house for dropped food. I would have gotten a shot of him begging at the dinner table, but begging would imply that he thought there was a snow ball's chance in hell that he would not be given scraps. He has learned that he is going to get all the leftovers, so begging is beneath him.


Well, this post is not going to go over very well. I might lose my computer privileges, so if I don't post for a few days you will know why.