guns, germs and horse races

My, my, my. I've been pretty busy, as the title of this blog implies, shooting guns, studying pathophysiology and betting on horses.
Oh, we also threw a surprise party for Anna, and boy was she surprised! Then she surprised us by still making us go out to dinner for her birthday.
Thankfully mac and cheese was followed by none other than Stella!!! Have I ever told you how much I love Michael Ian Black? Well, if not, consider this my confession.









In the slight downtime between Anna's extensive birthday celebrations, I took a little "me" time to head down to the races. In my lifetime I'm pretty sure I've only outrun one person: my brother. He was 2, and his legs weren't fully developed. Now, as a young adult, I find myself compensating for my inability to move my own legs in a coordinated fashion by betting on much faster, stronger animals. Much the way my father was disappointed by my ogre-like gait, I too was disappointed by not one, but four "sure bets". One particular horse, Awesome Explosion, Really let me down. Like $4 let me down. It was a tragic day indeed.









Finally, I've been able to make good on one of my New Year's Resolutions. No, no. I haven't been "working out more" or "drinking less." Well, I guess I tried those things once, but what I'm getting at here is guns! Real live American firearms. Weapons, if you will. Matt was in town and happened to witness one of my many "I want to shoot guns" rants and made it happen. We shot his mom's gun! Here's where it gets good: I don't have the pictures of me shooting, so I just decided to photoshop some. I will later post my series "cats with guns," but for now here's some recent works.

Look! It's like the gun is floating in air!










Oh ok, here's one cat with guns.

And this is what I would have looked like had I brought a gun to the horse races. It's probably a good thing I didn't.