Longhorn in Paradise

hey there...still on the bench, but still lacking motivation to do this on a daily basis...see, I am getting exhausted from pretending to work. It takes hours of sitting at the computer watching old videos of Liska at the pool or Greg and I jamming in the garage on Blakely....speaking of which, I took down the drumming posts because I have now linked to my YouTube page on the left. So, if you want to see videos, you can go there any time. You can blow them up to full screen and everything...leave comments, etc. Much fun to be had by all.

So, I'm not sure where she got it, but Liska for the past few months has been yelling "HIDE!" to Hagen everytime Kat or I walk into a room where they have been playing. It is not like they are doing anything bad...at least as far as we can tell. Since there is really no place to hide in the playroom, they just bury their faces in their arms or start running around screaming. As a matter of fact, I think I have a video of it somewhere. :-) I'll have to find it and post it.

As many of you know, my good friend Greg had a bit of an accident on his worksite last month and was badly injured. So, badly it seems that he insisted that they freeze his entire body and awake him once medical science had determined a cure for his ailments. Even upon being told numerous times that there was already a "cure" for what ailed him, Greg insisted that it wasn't good enough. "Time...the cure is 'time'? If the only cure for broken ribs is time to heal, I'm not buying what you're selling. Freeze me up Han Solo style!" he was heard to say from just outside his ICU room. This was only one in a long line of bizzarre events that have defined Greg's time since his fall from Grace...Grace being the name they had given the scaffolding. Who knew that construction workers named their scaffolding?

First, even before saying the requisite "ouch", Greg was asking nearby workers if they had seen where his Natty Can had rolled off to. When the pain started to settle in, he did ask a nearby individual to contact 911, there was a communication issue that brought Greg much frustration as his chosen assistant did not seem to understand him. Once he realized the fruitlessness in asking a crow for help, he looked around for more "human" assistance.

Finally, within half an hour, the paramedics showed up. They had to cut his clothes off to assess his damaged body only to find out that Greg had made the decision to go commando that day. It was a Monday after all. Well, Commando down below...up top he was wearing a sports bra-type apparatus that we will heretofore refer to as a Bro or Mansierre. Fortunately, shock had set in and Greg was incapable of feeling embarrasment over his exposure to his workmates. I can't imagine they will ever bring it up once Greg is back in the saddle.

That leads us back to Greg's insistence on being frozen ala Walt Disney. Though adamant that it was the right thing to do, Greg finally relented when he learned that his insurance would not cover such a procedure. So, he opted to be put under for a couple days and negotiated a year supply of medicinal marijuana to help with the pain in lieu of the whole frozen in time option.

Through it all, Greg kept his faith strong...constantly thinking back to the time he spent in the merchant marines. You see, he jumped ship in the Himalayas and made some dough as a professional looper, ya know, a caddie. Well, one day, he ended up caddying for the Dalai Lama himself. Flowing robes, bald, stunning. Well, the Lama was not known as a good tipper, so at the end of the round, he stiffed Greg on his tip. So, Greg is like, "Hey! Lama...how's about a little something, ya know, for the effort?" The Lama says "Oh, there will be no money...but when you die, on your death bed, you will receive total consciousness." So, he knew he had that going for him. Which, as we all know, is nice.

I know some of you have been on the Brown's blog and heard a little bit sanitized version of the story, but we serve nothing but the truth here at Longhorn in Paradise. Read both versions and you tell me who ya gonna believe.

In all seriousness, a big welcome back to the outside world for Greg who was stuck in ICU for 8 days and in the hospital for a couple more after that. Could not have been fun. We are glad he is back with us and cannot wait to get out to California to see his new svelte self. Leave it to Greg to find a way to collect a check (disability) during a down economy and to lose 40 lbs in 10 days. Talk about a charmed life. ;-)

Much love to all!

jak

p.s. no Natty cans were hurt in the writing of this story
p.s.s. any investigators that come across this story, it is a work of fiction and should be treated as such.