Hap Hap Happy New Year

Yes, slightly belated. But that’s what you get when New Year’s falls on a Sunday. Anyways, welcome to 2006 peoples.

So I hope that everyone had a safe and awesome possum New Year’s celebration! I kicked off the New Year with Kari, Capt’n Matt, his woman Heather, and his brother Stephen. It was a night of grillin’ action, tasty beverages, and of course…fireworks. Matt somehow managed to launch a solo cup onto the roof. If you combined the amount of fireworks everyone shot off on our street, I’m sure we could have destroyed a small African nation. Later we watched the Dick Clark-bot countdown to 2006, popped open a bottle of Champaign, and I scored me a midnight kiss.

Heck of a way to ring in the New Year.

Sunday was quiet for the most part. Monday was the big day for the Starling family celebration. Dad fired up our trusty smoker “Porky” and threw on a couple of slabs of ribs and chicken. Meaty goodness! My brother got the hook-up and scored a boat load of fireworks from where…a licensed dealer who also works for the Climax Volunteer Fire Department. Talk about job security. And in typical Starling male fashion…we shot fireworks at each other. I’m also happy to report that I survived this year without a single burn (and I still have all my fingers, toes, and eyes).

I think that’s a new record!!! Great way to start out a new year. Along those same lines, I’ve got a new poll for today.

You stay classy Tallahassee.

So you wanna (fill in the blank)?

Sodaconstructor.

Second floor of one-story office building discovered after 70 years.

Intersting little site where this dude places tiny figures on food dishes.

Spirograph

Patrick Cranshaw passes away at 86. You’re my boy, Blue.