I Can't Wait To Get Back To Work - I Need The Rest

I am pooped.

First of all, I would have updated sooner, but Blogger blew this weekend. Friday night and all day Saturday, I apparently wasn't authorized to visit my own blog. For a while I was wondering whether my blog had been seized under the powers of the Patriot Act due to my negative comments about the blatant violation of the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution...but then I decided that was just silly and determined that it must simply be the blogger system acting up.

I am glad it is over whatever the cause. I barely averted numerous blogger-withdrawal related panic attacks.

We have a house full of people this weekend. I worked a full day on Friday and then headed home. Marquez' (the Pool Boy) mother was due to arrive at about 6:00. The airline industry being as reliable as always, she arrived at 9:00. We had a few drinks and headed to bed by 11:00. My second son, Rod also surprised us with a visit this weekend. We are always delighted to have Rod come home from the U of A to stay with us.

Saturday morning we headed out to the FBR Open. It is a PGA Event (professional golf for those of you who still don't know what I am talking about. We walked the course from about 10:00 a.m. until 2:30. I wore my stylish man sandals and ended up with blisters to show for my stunning appearance. They would not allow cameras in, so I cannot share any photos of that with you other than this....

It was a typically beautiful Arizona day. I am slightly sunburned as a result. There were approximately 168,000 people in attendance on Saturday - including the seven of us.

For most people that would have been a full day. But by now you know that I am superhuman. Home by three, nod off for an hour in a chair, up by 4, shower by 5 and on the road by 5:30 to watch the Phoenix Suns pound the snot out of the Chicago Bulls.

I did take these pictures:

My niece (Marquez the Pool Boy's sister), Kiki, arrived at 6:00 p.m. on Saturday. Marquez (the Pool Boy) and I watched a great ball game and raced home to see her. We saw her at Christmas, but before that we hadn't seen her for some time.

So we hung out for a while...and then then head to be relatively early because it is back to Nogales, Mexico on Sunday morning!

While the women-folk shopped for knock-off Louis Vuitton purses, Marquez (the Pool Boy) and I set out to find Marquez (the Pool Boy) his own western style.

Look out Clint Eastwood because this is good, bad and ugly all rolled into one damn funny but slightly twisted kid.

We weren't going to have our picture taken with the donkey again, but according to its owner it was George's birthday. So consider this George's birthday photo. I think I may have eaten George's brother for lunch. I suspect that he wasn't quite as photogenic as George.

Marquez (the Pool Boy) hand feeding an ostrich.

They are still mean bastards.

Niece (Kiki) and daughter feeding the deer.

Posing in front of the warning sign is funny one more time - but mostly because Marquez (the Pool Boy) looks nervous while the ladies have no fear at all.

THEN when we arrived at home, a battle Royale between El Alto (in the white) and The Mauler Marquez (the Pool Boy) broke out right in the middle of rat play time. It was a tough and bloody battle...
But in the end, we were still friends.


Someday, I will share with you the story of how my wrestling name became El Alto, but I am far too tired tonight. We will leave it for some other time.

I bought a bottle of tequila in Mexico. Who wants a shot?