Friday Night at The Brick

Lala and I were pretty entertained by this group last Friday night at the Brick. From left to right we have: Adam, in town from Atlanta to show off his latest tattoo and probably get another one while he's in Jax, as it's becoming some kind of tradition. Ryan, drinking and teetering on the brink of Captain Death while his fiance is in Vegas for her Bachelorette weekend. Clark, with his new long hairdo, giving Lala a run for her money in the longest hair contest. Grayson, fresh from the Bruce Springstein concert where he was fielding all his important phone calls. Weaver, straight from shooting his first wedding in St. Augustine as an honorary employee of PhotoActive Video. And finally Akers, in town from the Coast Guard for a night out before it's back to push ups and peeling potatoes. Not pictured is Sean Magee, who we were unable to reach by phone or text, he must not have had it with him. There's a first time for everything.

Just another day with Ruckus...

4 pack of dog bones $6
Bone removal, vet visit $150
















A heavily sedated Brittany Spaniel... priceless















Well the day started out with a little commotion. I was just about to jump in the shower when I heard Ruckus wimper, a sound I had never heard from him before. I found him laying on the bed with one of his old round bones stuck on his lower jaw. It wasn't just stuck, he had somehow forced it over his 2 huge canine fangs and it was locked in place. At first I thought "How ridiculous is this?" Then I tried to get it loose and he started to freak out. So I called our neighbor across the street, who has several dogs, and asked if she would come and hold him still so I could get it. So she came over and after we tried and tried and he started to freak out even more, she called the other neighbor because she thought he might have some kind of tool to saw it off. So then he came over and gave it a shot, he even slathered some Vaseline around his chin. Well by now his gums were starting to bleed, his chin was swelling, and he was going nuts shaking his head and scratching at it trying to push it off. So i got the crate and put it the back of the car and loaded him up and took him to the vet. Apparently this was the first case they had seen like this and they told me they would sedate him and get it off, and they would call me in about an hour. It didn't take that long and I was back to pick him up. The vet admitted she was about to call someone to borrow a drill but once he was sedated and they applied a steroid to the swollen area, they were able to slide it off. So no more round bones for Mr. Ruckus, who has been passed out most of the day. I think I'll take this opportunity to clean his ears :)

Man-O-War....Abaco, Bahamas

We spent 4 great days chilling with Courtney and Harper in the Abacos. Most of our time involved island hopping with a cold Kalik in hand. We snorkled in the reef, feeding all the tropical fish spray cheese out of a can...went deep sea fishing, ate 5+ meals a day, and mostly just settled into Puro Relaxo!

The house was perfect, with views of the ocean from both sides. Our room was on the second floor with a bathroom the size of a children's wooden playhouse. But that didnt matter, if its yellow the locals let it mellow. You figure out the rest.

Man-O-War only has only 250 people that live on the island. Lola is a local who spends all morning baking fresh bread and unbelievable cinnamon rolls as big as a wheelbarrow tire. They were so delicious. Each morning we would hop in the golfcart and cirlce the island until we found Lola. MW ate so many cinnamon rolls. She was out of control. Oh wait, that was me. Nevermind.

Way down upon the Suwannee River...with the Isaacs

Shrimmmffffffp.....The theme of Suwannee River 2008 was a salivating combination of Johnny Jerry's, The Mother, garlic, and a good ole Vodka Tonic.

A typical day at the Issac Retreat went like this....Wake Up, go for a long walk around town, cook a massive breakfast topped off with The Mother, change into your fishing gear, snack on Johnny Jerry's homemade BBQ, load the boat, sip a cold beer, fish off the oyster beds in the Gulf of Mexico, catch a least 5 catfish each (while sipping a not quite as cold beer), fish until we catch some dinner, head back to the Riverhouse, finish your uncold beer, unload the boat, bust out the Johny Jerry's again, throw down some Rumikub, celebrate the catch with a couple VT's, take a snooze (moose knuckles included), play a rowdy game of quarters, cook a sweet dinner combination of the the fresh catch plus Johnny Jerry's, pass out!

Do that for 3 days straight and you've never had such a sodium packed, awesome vacation to the Suwanne Riverhouse. Meghan and I had a blast with Fred, Marnelle, Cami, and Wes. We caught catfish, ladyfish, redfish, catfish, spotted trout, flounder, acouple of rays for Meghan, more catfish, and even some oysters. The only thing great about catching cats was watching Mr. Issac get barbed then rub Essence of AssHole (a true scientific term) on it to ease the burn. That was awesome.

Bedtime for Ruckus

Like many young boys, Ruckus has found a security blanket. It's a little big for a young pup, but he doesn't seem to mind.