Ones For me, Ones For you

What it be? What it is? How are you? I have been moving and I am tired and sore and indebted to Rick for his help, thanks homey. Sarah murdered a scorpion in cold blood last night. Violent and totally killer instinct style, it was a horror scene. So, we live on a mountain and stuff, so bugs are expected, we got roaches that fly, spiders, scorpions, its pretty rugged and raw, but such is life in the desert.
You know we try and build these Tuscan cookie cutter chicken wire dry walled monstrosity across my (and the whole The Rials family blog team) beloved desert and put in artificial lakes and grass as far as the eye can see with golf courses and turf yards, but thats some weak sauce man, We live in the gnarly, rugged, dangerous desert, and it takes gnarly, rugged, dangerous people to live here. Yeah I am scared that my kid will get stung by a scorpion, but at least I know it could happen, and I chose to live next to them, so like...you know, make the proper arrangements.
We are getting the home very slowly put away, but man its hot and I am tired and sarah has to feed a kid and stuff. So it will be done by our 4th of July blowout vaganza (its just a regular vaganza, no extra, but should still be fun)
This weekend we went to a birthday party on the western side of this city, it was fun, I ate too many veggie dogs and couldn't belch away the lump in my chest, and Penelope enjoyed being carried thru the water feature. Later Saturday I went and and caught the final performance of Stereotyperider and boy o' boy was it good. If you missed it, well, that sucks. They played a scorching almost 3 hour set with an intermission, and I may have lost my voice, this blog isnt about my voice, cuz if it was you would be listening to me and not reading me. Anyway, the 2nd set was rawkus and when I came back into the bar, there was champagne and Whiskey for everyone. three things I really enjoy, Champagne, Whiskey and Stereotyperider, so imagine my excitement......did you do it? Come on....Imagine..............pretty excited right?
Well I had to drive, so I just took a couple pulls in celebratory salute and watched them capstone 10 years of being rad dudes and an awesome band.
Well, thats it...next time....clever writing and actual topics....just wait......

You shall not pass

We have moved 94% of our stuff into the new mountain retreat, its pretty exciting. Sunsets and sunrises are like 10043% more awe inspiring and its so quite I can hear commotion from half a mile away. Bugs have peak there exoskeleton bodies, but we are having the house sprayed thursday so its like totally legit, ya know?

We are most likely going to be a one bath house until we remodel our very outdated master bath, its usable, but just not as nice as the other bath. We got two new fancy washer and dryers, which will be cool til north Korea bombs the LG factory and we are assed out on parts. Lets see....yeah, thats about it about that. We haven't really been there, we have just kinda slept there, we have to take care of the old palce one last time ie: clean, wipe all finger prints, then burn down.

Penelope is acting an dlooking more and more like a little kid, its wierd. She grabs things and turns her head and stuff. Plays with toys (and by play I mean trys to eat them) Its fun. i like her alot.

Uhhmmm...Sarah is cool, she likes the new place. i am fine, I like things. Bands playing out alot.

Sooooo.....boring.....I felt I needed to update, but maybe I should have been more inspired.

bye.

oh to be young and in diapers and not old and in diapers

Penelope and Sarah went to target and this is what happened. (annotated by Corey)


Penelope reacting to an exposed breast and/or some one carrying a gallon of whole milk

Sassy tryout for a baby remake of the White Snake video for "Here I go Again"

uuuhhhmmmmmm....welll.....just being cute.

Diabolically planning ways to use this housing market to her advantage

pretending to read as she listens in on to a conversation with intimate knowledge of celebrity sex lives

wondering the best temperature to begin marinating a salmon steak



ok...more later.

Do not swim 15 minutes after viewing.

You will know me by the trail of chex mix......

I promised pictures, but I have been retardly busy and side tracked, so you get words today, maybe pics later or tomorrow.

We have been trying to close on our new house all week, but issue have risen about appliances and the lack there off. Its all settled and I have the keys, although I don't technically own it til tomorrow. I sat with Penelope and looked at the massive mountain that is at our doorstep, and a whole parade of neighbors walked by with dogs and babys and said there hellos, and probally 2 zillion hikers attacked that Mountain around 6:30, so mental note not to stand naked in my windows with a samurai sword around that hour (or maybe I should, to send a message)

Waiting for Sarah to get off work and come to the final walk thru I was hanging at the park on 12th St and Dunlap sorta near my new place, checking out the locals, standing there with my baby, just staring off. Some homeys shooting hoops lost there ball and I retrieved it, they were nice and cordial, and I am thinking cool, no pretense here, just working class folk hanging out....and then.

This little black kid maybe 11 years old max with high water pants and an exceptionally dorky long sleeve polo come up to me and asks me what I am staring at. Kid looked like a tiny Steve Urkel, I look around befuddled, and reply "I was just staring dude, nothing in particular"

He counters with a " cause if you were looking at me, I will bust you up"

I laugh and reply "serious? well I don't want any trouble and I most certainly was not staring at you"

he comes again "man, you can't front on me, I will seriously bust you up, you don't know"

I am trying to hold back a burst of laughter " well, I am fairly certain that you cannot in fact bust me up, but I don't want to find out, so I am sorry if you thought I may have been looking at you, but I wasn't, and we have settled any differences you perceived us to have"

kid: "man you come to my park and talk all honky at me, I am going to watch you punk, keep your eyes to the ground"

then he walked over to a lamp pole, crossed his arms and mad dogged me for the next 15 minutes...until his mom called for him to go home and eat dinner from across the street.

I hope my people skills aren't passed on to the baby, in the past couple years, with little provocation from me I have been swung at by a co-worker, almost stabbed in a bar, almost jumped in a College class, stiff shouldered in college hallways repeatedly, busted up by an 11 year old. I am assuming my package is showing thru my pants and these people have penis envy, or maybe I look like an arrogant dick, which may or may not be tru, depending on how much fiber I have had....who knows, but I haven't thrown a punch in anger or gotten in a physical confrontation, save pulling people off some friends who got jumped, in 13 years, so I feel I am doing pretty good.

The baby is cute as all get out, making noise, holding bottles, solving crossword puzzles. You got to see these pictures I have...and the baby has some cute photos also.

I will see you when you get there...if you ever get there.

It is what it isn't

Penelope is off getting some photos taken by a "professional" today, plus I have some cute shots to share, next week, we will have picture heavy posts all week in recognition of me moving into the new house. Penelope is also going camping: first spinal tap, 3 days, first camping 3 months, I think she may be above the curve.

Ok... "angry ranting", and no disrespect to people who use this phrase....but enough of "it is what it is". We cannot sum up important or non important events in life to nonsensical phrases. That damn phrase makes no sense! its dumb. Of course it is what it is, what the eff else can it be! I didn't ask what it was, and if I did, "it is what it is" is not an answer. For example and totally a side note, Walmart just opened a Supermercado, those who don't know Spanish, thats a supermarket, or a super walmart. It caters to the huuuuge Mexican population here in Phoenix. People, mostly fat white people, are in arms. They are disgusted about the browning of America, ironically, these are the same people that shop at Walmart because it is "american". Guess what...Mexico didn't build the Supermercado, Walmart did, Guess what, Walmart is all about making money, and catering to the brownies is a smart effing way for them to fill up there blood coffers. I don't care Walmart did this, it makes sense, I also don't shop at Walmart so I don't subsribe to the token Walmart mentality, which includes exploiting workers in the name of America, exploiting resources and municipality's in the name profit for the Waltan clan, and censoting music. I wonder if they hired a spanish speaker to listen to all the raggeton albums to censor those...any way, back to the topic at hand. "it is what it is" does not sum up Walmarts supercarneceria, its not a good answer.

Oh man...what else....the Magic blew that game last night. And I am moving, I am thinking a Fourth of July party will rule....

that is it for now, pics next week.

Getting Nature-us

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Sorry, that was my hype man, I brought him in to light this candle. Now that it is lit, lets get down on it.

Long time no I write/ you read folks, sorry....haven't actually done anything worth writing about, don't get me wrong, I have thought of some stuff I can write about for days, like the irony of pro-life nuts killing people or David Carradine's inability to tie slip nots that release when commanded, but that would be old hat covered by the liberal media. So I have waited and waited and decided I need to write something.

So...the baby.
She has greater control of her neck, crys when upset just for me and the wife to walk over then stops, she can hold things, she moves them in a jerky motion, but that is a huge feet considering a little over 3 months ago she lived in an aquatic environment and ate thru a chord attached to her stomach. Sarah is super bummed on her new work hours, so if any one would like to donate at least $14 an hour 40 hours a week to the cause, we would be pumped.

So lets see what else....
oh, I work in a industrial complex/highend retail/airport area of town and its pretty developed. I had to work last Saturday, which is a ghost town around these parts and as I drove in I saw a coyote in the streets, a family of Qaul hanging at my work, some feral cats and assorted other birds. This isn't the normal fare here in the air park, so these leads me to the kinda lame conclusion that wildlife in the desert southwest, have 9-5 monday thru friday off and only get to live on the weekends, like a reverse human schedule.

Uhhmmm...
Do you like Hitler? I should hope not, but if you grew up with the History Channel than this link is for you
http://www.life.com/image/last/in-gallery/27012/adolf-hitlers-private-world

And lastly, next weekend the Platt family is going on a mega camping trip, should be fun, we are excited to take Penelope into the woods and try and talk some wolves into raising her, but you know how hard it is to adopt, unless your a weathered celebrity who was once hot, but not any more.

Adios!