NBA Playoffs. Jazz vs Lakers. Last-minute scalped nosebleed tickets.

Photo has been slightly (and poorly) re-touched because the foreground was so dark.

Pics to be posted eventually. 🙂

I’d like to take a minute to formally recognize, thank, and embarrass a great man.

In the entire time I’ve known him, Bob has been nothing but a pleasure to be around.  He’s righteous.  He’s laid back.  He’s helpful.  He’s humble.  He’s hilarious.  He’s definitely one of a kind.  I think I can speak on everyone’s behalf when I say how lucky we are to have him.

Bob, thanks for being awesome.  Thanks for making bucket after bucket of marshmallow goo.  Thanks for scrubbing an entire house full of toilets.  Thanks for introducing me to Role Models.  Thanks for the Training Table escapade.  Thanks for being the voice of reason in a world of disarray.  Above all things, thanks for being such a great friend.

Here’s to you, dude!

Cheers,
adumb!

Feeling bad for not contributing more and feeling worse because I’ve got more Rockstar than blood in my veins, I’m attempting to re-capture our impromptu night at Yanni’s.

As with all good stories, it starts with a “Role Model” quote-war.  After Kaley’s sticky Quiddich reminder and and Bob asking which of us had a PhD, we miraculously organized and embarked on a quest for food.

Kaley has a special talent.  A talent for bullying fragile, insecure Asian girls.  A talent for bullying one particular fragile, insecure Asian girl.  Seriously, homegirl made her cry… TWICE IN THE SAME DAY!  Because of Kaley’s talent and my love for a good story — especially one involving the misfortune of others —  we drove good 15 minutes before even discussing a destination.   Recognizing our decisionmaking handicap, we did the only thing three helpless Tweedle-Dees could do: call Decisionmaker Dave!

Kaley was on the hook to make the call.  Little did we know both the Father Technology and the Narcolepsy Diety were both conspiring against us.

Bob: So, what did he say?

Kaley: URGH!  Stupid phones!

Bob: What?

Kaley:  I don’t know.  I think he may have been asleep.  But whenever I call Dave with my phone, I can only understand like a third of what he says.   I don’t know if it’s his phone or my phone or i–

Bob: So, we still have no place to go.  Check.

A quick fast-forward later, and Elvis-Pr0nstar Chad saves the day with a master plan: Greek food at Yanni’s! Not only that, but Decisionmaker Nacoleptic Dave has woken up,  Hooligan Miguel has decided to join us, and the only thing standing between us and the savory victory of cheap Greek food are batteries for the evidence-camera.

Bob to the rescue!  Not only does he immediately locate Shopko and their battery display, but also finds the most awesome pack they have: a discounted bajillion-pack with a bonus football/LED keychain!  SCOOORRRREEEE!!!

Anyway, yada yada yada, I’m sick of writing.  We ate at  Yanni’s and some guy with a DeWalt shirt joined us.  End of story.

Betcha can’t guess which one of these kids is secretly flashing a gang sign!

Cheers!

WuddaWaste

I would like to welcome you all back, and welcome all those new to the site. So, with the absence of our Monkey Sandbagger, we felt the need to use modern science, ethereal powers and some other stuff of mystical properties in the creation of Lil’ Monkey Sandbagger! (Strange laughter fills the air…)

Like the rest of our great idea’s lately, this one was born out of genius over dinner with the group think tank. While not everyone got to participate in the making of Lil’ Monkey Sandbagger (we shall call him Lil’ Anand for short), I can certainly say that those who did go had a blast. This post is subject to another failure to bring a camera, I guess it’s time to reveal that we went to Build A Bear.

Edit: I went to Build A Bear with Kaley the other day and covertly took some photographs. Sorry we don’t have any of Fire Daddy Chad kissing the heart and making the wish…

Lil Monkey Sandbagger, before the baby juice!

Now, where was I… Oh yes, wait that’s not it.

So, the debate on which ‘Bear’ to use wasn’t long or drawn out and you really couldn’t call it a debate as the decision was unanimous, to be honest, it wouldn’t make a lot of sense to use something other than a monkey for the Monkey Sandbagger. Anyways, while Chad and Alicia stood in the Parents-to-be line, Kaley and I went shopping for clothes.

what does a Monkey Sandbagger wear?

In the end, we dressed him like one of the Village People. Nearly went with something from the school down south, but that is sacrilegious. Even though we found a nice pair of Overalls and a Hard Hat (safety first children), we were still stuck with the problem of finding the right sized shovel and a decent bag that wasn’t full of frills, on the other hand, we also have a birth certificate proof that Anand is the father. Now off to Wal-Mart we went, because what cant you find there!

To our horror, we were unable to find a suitable bag. Yet…

Brought to you today by the letter Bob!

While we hadn’t actually fathomed the creation of this blog before Super Bowl Sunday, Anand was dead set on the group never hanging out after that day. In his mind, if we were to get together, it would never be as a whole.

Not too long after we all got together where, either through mistake or brilliance, we decided to track and share every movement worthy of note online. Here’s to you, Monkey Sandbagger!

Week-o Uno!

Five Guys and David’s Kitchen…

Since the blog hadn’t actually yet come to fruition, there wont be many (if any) pics, apologies from the author’s. Anyways, I’ll have to admit the first couple of days after Anand left were extremely quiet and rather slow (enter Adumb to save the day).

What started as another “Role Models” quote match with Adam ended up as dinner with Lisa and Kaley, though nothing spectacular occurred at dinner, unless you count plastering a burger in mushrooms exciting, the four of us did make the trip across the parking lot to Pet Smart. So when we do finally get our puppy, we know exactly (sort of) what kind of leash, collar, food bowls etc,  to buy!

Later in the week, the gears were set in motion for the first large gathering at David’s Kitchen. After an unconventional and very entertaining Hostess taking our orders, “Pot Stickers? No, I already ordered them for you, see sauce? Pot Stickers and what else.” or my favorite, “When I do this (shakes a thumbs-up back and forth). That means I make it very good.” we all got into conversation, one end of the table coming up with the blog *cough-adam-cough*, and the other with a special surprise to be later revealed *cough-chad-cough*…

Aside from that, I’d like to thank Jen and Jeremy for coming out but then ditching us for a movie instead of Nicklecade! Which was awesome, Erica won a blow-up Alien for me and I got to watch Chad, Adam and Kaley play Rampage for hours. Lisa set all kinds of records for making people fat (or was it the other way around?), in all it was cheap, dirty fun. Like a hooker but more satisfying.

Brought to you today, by the letter Bob.

Here to kick off this spectacular website is a test comment as well as a photo. Thank You.

Hey kids!

This is a temporary message.   I’m using it as a placeholder and to just kind of welcome you here.

Eventually we’ll buy a domain.  Let’s discuss possible names that as one of our first issues.

I’ve installed a theme.  I hope you guys like it.  If there are any issues we can discuss and find something else.  I was hoping to get “Inferno” up, but it has an error off the get-go and I’m too lazy to debug it myself right now.

Anyway… lets get this show on the road!!!

Cheers!