ErnstintheATL

Top 75 things you gotta do before you die

Enjoy a slice of the best cake ever baked. Take your time.
Feed a wild animal.
Join a lousy softball team. Play in a beginner's league. You will meet members of a subculture you never knew existed.
Lie on a rock in the middle of a river while the current massages your feet. For a little while, you are part of the beauty of nature.
Travel to a foreign country without reservations.
Go to a bar you've never been to to see a band you've never heard of.
Attend the Folsom Street Fair. You will never feel more normal in your life.
Build something out of wood. Something big. With your own hands. This is immensely satisfying. You will be surprised at what you can accomplish.
Learn to play a musical instrument. Even if you only get good enough to pick out a tune, it is a great feeling to be able to create music.
Watch an inning through the fence at Pac Bell Park. Looking over the right fielders's shoulder, you get an idea of how big a major league field is. You'll feel like a kid.
Go to a college football game somewhere where college football is a major part of the local culture, Like Knoxville, Tennessee. You will never see a more sincere expression of civic pride.
Fully embrace at least one form of traditional American music. Jazz, Bluegrass, Delta Blues, Cajun, TexMex, Country, etc. Get well enough acquainted that you can identify different artists by sound. P.S. -- "Country" doesn't mean Alan Jackson, Shania Twain, or Toby Keith. "Country" means the Carter Family, Jimmie Rodgers, The Delmore Brothers, Doc Watson, etc. Front porch music played on acoustic instruments.
Have your wedding reception at the coolest club in San Francisco
Eat an In N Out Burger
Read the paper in a rocking chair on your front porch. Listen to the crickets and ciccadas. All will be right with the world, even if it really isn't.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Tower Falls

The Beavers in Wyoming are always working. They build the craziest dams. Other than these particular beavers, I do not know that as a species, they are all that "busy". I blame the Wyoming beavers for the "busy as a beaver" colloquialism. That is probably spelled wrong. I did not study like a beaver in school. More like a three toed sloth.

Yellowstone Paint Pots

This is on the West side of Yellowstone. We are pretty sure that if you kill someone and throw the body in, there would probably be no evidence to convict you. However, if you go onto websites and blogs searching for "how to get rid of the body" they will probably be able to convict you anyway.

Ruper taught us well

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Fire in the hole - evacuation can be fun

Friday, July 11, 2008

Georgia in bloom

This is the color that we get in our yard in the springtime in the ATL. We also had a birds nest with three baby birds that I cannot find the pictures of. Hold please.....

Thursday, July 10, 2008

More horsey stuff

I think that is Champ who is NOT kicking me or causing me to wheeze. I believe Dodger is trying to clean the gook (Brian cooties) off of his back after Brian rode him around. And next to us is Dove - she is apparently dating at least one stud. You go girl.

Does horse hair have dander?

Me on Mrs. Moneypenny. Brian is riding behind us on Dodger trying to figure out who has a bigger ass, me or Money. I win, I win! Above you can see Michelle Ruper and I feeding Spirit my hand. I mean an apple. Notice her grabbing her phone to call the police.