Friday, January 29, 2010

{I'm a cowboy,
on a steel horse I ride...}



Wanted......dead or alive.


Do you remember when this little naughty album came out??
All of the media and paranoid parents were sooooo scared for their children's morality.
This cover was banned across the country.

Just made me want it more!!!!!!!!!!!!




I knew EVERY word, EVERY song, EVERY move, and could swear that I could smell Jon Bon Jovi through the TV and feel him in my dreams.
I copied his hair style.
For Real!
This was all for Jon.
I had visions of what our life would be like together.
Having jam sessions in our rocked out front room.
Drinking and laughing with Richie Sambora and his woman, who would of course be MY best friend.
He would only have eyes for me among the sea of women throwing themselves at him.
Our children would carry on the same tousled, Aqua Net hair style.
I was 15.

24 years later.......
Jon Bon Jovi can still rock my world.

So you can imagine my breathless excitement,  when my Auntie E called yesterday with some very important information.
She would need me to meet her at the NEW Aria Hotel in Vegas the weekend of March 6th.
Two tickets to Bon Jovi were waiting in will call.

Need I say more?

Wahooooo!!! 
I'm going to Vegas...I'm going to see Bon Jovi....I'm doing sit-ups.....I'm going to Vegas....I'm going to wear killer heels....I'm going to see Jon.....I'm not eating carbs.....I'm going to Vegas......I'm taking donations.......I'm going to Vegas.....


My Auntie E. hooks me up yo!



{iz-a-goo-goo-gah-gah-oochie-koochie-koo widdle baby}

Aunt T. making up for lost time with the boys.
She missed the part of them being 6 months old, and wants to be sure to experience that moment of their lives with them......even if it is 10 years later!
While shopping at WallSuck, Tracy instructed Jax to get in the cart.  His legs are a bit thick for the mommy facing chair, so they settled for the big open part for him to sit.
Aunt T. made sure to give him a lot of oooooey gooooey praises and loves in a high pitched happy, happy voice.
She had a great time filling the cart with sippy cups, jumpers and baby shampoo.  Grabbing things off of shelves and asking Jax, "do you want auntie to buy this for you?  Awe... I think this lil' baby needs some diaper rash creme and a new play pen."
All the while, Jax soaking it in saying, "goo goo, gah gah" and looking up to Tracy with big brown baby eyes.
Jax claimed he didn't really enjoy the ride.....that he only looked like he enjoyed it to help accentuate his acting skills.
ummmm, hummm, sure Jax, whatever you say.

Thursday, January 28, 2010


{If I were a rock star}


In my rockstar world I would wear these shoes every day.


I would have a reason, and a place to wear them.
(on stage, parties, photo shoots....duh!)
And I would have enough money to put Botox in the bottoms of my feet for numbing purposes.
(My feet are fragileee wimps.)
Oh, and also to hire someone to teach me how to walk gracefully, instead of the "heel, toe, slap" way that I walk in pumps now.
The wedge is my only "tall shoe" friend.

I could foresee neuromas, bunions and even a hammer toe or two, but these are just sooooo sexy fun, that they WOULD be worth every bone/nerve deformity!


Remember ladies......
Sometimes you HAVE to choose fashion over comfort.

That is one of the things that I am in awe about my Auntie E.  She will walk the entire Vegas strip in these kind of shoes and look good doing it! 
No, I'm not kidding.
 The next day is another story.....
nothing a podiatry appointment, ice pack and wine can't fix.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

{I heart Valentine's Day}



I'm irritated by all of the Valentine crap being shoved at me.
YES!!!!!  I'm a Valentine HUMBUG!!

As adults, we are pressured into making such a big-ass deal on ONE stupid day, to show our mates how much we just loooooooove them.

Gag me with a chalky heart candy!

The greatest pressure is on men's shoulders.......
because you know, they will NEVER, EVER, NEVER fill the romantic fantasy that the women have leaping through their dramatic minds.  There is NO way they can. 

We do not live in a movie, book or song.

Not only is there the pressure to get it "right" and  make everything rosy so you won't give the silent treatment, but they've got a night of sex on the line.
It's do or die for these guys.

How can a man possibly live up to our expectations????
Do you really think we women live up to theirs?
And let's face it......the only fantasy expectation they have of us, is how we are going to give them fireworks in bed.
They are pretty simple creatures.
WE are bitches.

I haven't always been this cynical.  In fact, I used to look forward to V-Day.  Who doesn't love hearts, cupids, and roses.  But the older I get, the more this stuff doesn't make any sense to me.
I think the whole thing is a retail scam, and can ultimately leave people feeling less loved, because of...........
what was that again????????
Expectations.



Yah, it's way cute when the youngin's do their boxes and little cards and treats and have a secret crush,
but even then, it is leaving someone feeling hurt. 
 Let's take Peggy for example. (see above)
She is a whore and the whole thing makes poor Viola feel like nobody likes her because, "oh, look at Peggy....everyone loves Peggy. "
Viola got one Valentine and it's from Waldo the nose picker, lice headed, flute player dork.
WoW!  That boosts a gal's self esteem!

Do you see how this insecurity and EXPECTATION starts????
It's a marketing ploy and we all fall for it.

Well, I gotta go.  I need to confirm my reservations at the bed and breakfast on the 14th, and finish applying the glitter to my handmade love card for Randy.  I sure hope he likes the box of chocolates I hand dipped.
This may have broke our wallet, but dammit!  I HAVE to show him I love him!  AND I can only show it on THIS day in the middle of February!  The rest of the year doesn't count.
(I know.....I'm such a bitty)

Go plan your day of expectation....you only have two weeks.
Hurry, because the retailers will be putting up effin shamrocks soon.....another useful holiday*.
*I have no ill feelings against the Irish.  I love their beer


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

{Girls vs. Boys}







I found this article from patenting.com, that was very interesting to me.  Haven't you said, or heard by other parents, their opinions on which sex is easier to raise.  I know I wonder about what dramas or sweet ways a girl would bring to the house.  I can give you a shit-load of experiences that I have with boys.

This article has scientific backing as to why each gender is the way we are.  So, can we finally answer the great parenting debate over which sex is more challenging to raise? Much depends on what you're looking at, and when:



A few short snippets that I liked while reading the story.

Self esteem harder:  Girls
Discipline harder:  Boys
Physically harder:  Boys
School harder:  Boys
Communication harder:  Boys then Girls

"Forget that old poem about snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Somehow it's been changed to boys being made of 'fights, farts, and video games,' and sometimes I'm not sure how much more I can take!"
 
"We tend to talk more softly to girls and throw boys in the air."




Why don't boys seem to listen? Turns out their hearing is not as good as girls' right from birth, and this difference only gets greater as kids get older.
 
"This cultural pressure to put others' needs first, ignore one's own gut feelings, and avoid asking for what one wants has traditionally harmed girls,"
 
On balance, the general consensus seems to be that boys are more of a handful early on, and girls more challenging beginning in the preteen years.
{The bearded lady follow-up}



I found the perfect tool to remove facial hair!!!!
YAY!!!!!!




I owe it to my Aunt T. who has one of every type of cosmetic product/gadget.
Her recommendation and demo won me over.
It is EXACTLY what I was looking for.



Emjoi EpiSlim
Looks a little like something you could buy at the Blue Boutique.  Even takes batteries.




The top has rotating tweezers that rip the hair out from the root. Surprisingly, it isn't very painful. 
Much better than waxing.  Waxing stretches skin and makes us sag.  It can leave bumps and even oozing, ouchy skinless strips.
Much better than shaving.  Shaving leaves blunt, sharp ends, doesn't last but a few hours, can rash your face, and WOMEN just shouldn't shave their face!!!!!!  Our skin is to fragile and thin.




It looks like a men's electric shaver and you use it in a similar way.
What I really like about it, is that you can determine how much hair you take out my how close you get to your skin.   I actually like to have some soft, sparse hairs on my face.  I was able to "thin" out the fuzz and get the end result that I was looking for.  But, if you did want a totally hairless face, you could do that too.

GIRLS!!!!!!  These are a MUST!!!
~No Asian family salon involved for humiliation.
~No looking in your review and noticing that the sun accentuates your stache.
~Grabs all those little chin hairs at once!
~You can use it on your brows and pits too!
~Affordable!!!

Aunt T. bought hers at Walgreens for $20.
I bought mine at Sallys for $22.  (I think mine has a few more "tweezers" in it)

If I could just give one more suggestion:
Do not epi in front of your luvah.
They will look at you in horror, and any feminine joy they get from you, is now clouded by them watching you extracting hairs from your face in a masculine manner.

Sorry Randy. 
I hope your eyesight and libido come back soon.


Monday, January 25, 2010


{to the DEPPths of my womanhood}


Shouting from the roof tops:

"I AGREE!!!! YES!  I AGREE!"





mmmmmm...hmmmmmmm
that boy is DEEEEvine!
Loved him from as far back as 21 jump street.
From what I can tell, by a person that I have
Never met,
Never talked to,
Only believed the good tabloid reports,
Johnny is an awesome dude!
I want to be his friend and live in France and drink hard liquor with him and make him do Jack Sparrow quotes.

That would be my "make a wish upon a movie star" request.





 
{The bearded lady}



I'm getting old people.
My hormones are all out of whack.
Me thinks me a pubescent boy.
I'm growing a fu-man-chu.




I've always had a small bit of facial hair.
The kind that I thought just made my face look soft.
The peach fuzz has gained momentum.
Starting from the lip, and climbing around the jaw and even up into the temple area.
And I only project the worst to come.






At this point, it is still blonde, but who knows when it's going to go Madonna on my ass, and show up in dark 1/2 inch whiskers.
(oh God!  I hope it doesn't mutate onto my ass too!)





I have my own waxing set up, and religiously wax my fuzz brows weekly.
The side effect is that I ALWAYS wax off a strip of lid skin.
OOOUUUUCHHHH!!!!
Yah, it gets oozy and hurts.  A & D cream heals the wound within 48 hours.
I don't think it's worth taking a chance on loosing a vital part of my face by waxing......lid skin is one thing.....an entire lip is another!

Things I need an upper lip for:
Talking
Eating
Lip stick
Elvis impersonation
To not scare small children, etc.

  I've decided to look into hair removal alternatives.
I'm going to Sally's this afternoon to buy one of these epicare coils.
Have you ever tried anything like this?
I will give you my feed back after I de-fuzz my mug.
I'm scared.

Friday, January 22, 2010


{Like a bridge over troubled water,
I will lay me down}


I'm sitting here puffy eyed, clog nosed, and heart wrenched by the  "Hope for Haiti" tv fund raiser I just watched.
Not only did I watch it, but it was a mandatory family TV night at our home.
My kids needed to understand the despair and destruction that our brothers and sisters are enduring.

I was talking to Paula earlier today, about how hard it is to watch any kind of footage.  It seems so selfish and sheltering considering my spoiled life compared to the pain that the Haitians are going through.
I explained, that witnessing the many thousands of orphaned children, magnetizes the instinct that I have to nurture, raise, and love, a motherless baby.
I want to save them all.
And sometimes when I'm not in my right mind,
 I believe I can.

I wrestle with my self centered ways.
My contradicting thoughts:
"my life is good.  my boys are great. they are semi-self sufficient. jax is stable.  randy and i can date again.  i'm old.  randy's really old.  boys' college.  private school.  new truck.  want a new house.  new boots.  girls trips.  concerts.  cruises.  blah, blah, blah, blah blah!
WHY START OVER WITH A NEW BABY?????"

Then I tell myself,
"because for every reason NOT to, there are twice the reasons you SHOULD"

I battle with this being my calling.  I don't know if I'm reading my "life papers" correctly.  I don't want to make decisions that effect the children that I have under my wing now.  But, I don't want them to be raised without compassion and an open heart.

Both boys asked if I would adopt a sister for them to take care of.  They promised to not fight with her, and that they would protect her.  Riv says that I deserve to have another girl in the house :)
(Jax wants a 16 year old sister that can drive him around and take him to the mall, library, music store, etc.  I'm not surprised!)

An ah-ha moment for me......
Randy and I are doing something right.........
AND I'll be damned if these aren't OUR children.
Not by blood, but by destiny.
They encompass our teachings of humanitarian love.
I'm so proud.

I have room in my heart to be proud of one more..............
We'll see what destiny is to bring.


Why do I get so sappy?
I hate it when I do that.
I'm blaming it on the wine!
My apologies.


{I'm loving it!!!!}



Last night, I rode on the coat tails of Lisa's chain gang.
She invited me to join her and her gal pals to a Howie Day concert.
It was at the State Room just off of 6th South.
I loved the venue.
The building used to house the Children's Theater, and before that, it must have been a church.  I got that assumption from the pews that we were sitting in.
Kinda weird drinking beer and listening to sinful music while sitting on a church bench!
I'm loving these intimate, acoustic performances. 
My age is really starting show.
 
The concert started at 8 pm.
The first on stage was an awesome lil' dude from NYC, with a voice that reminded me of Rob Thomas.
Excellent song writer and very entertaining.
I'm pissed that I didn't buy his $5 CD.
And I'm pissed because I totally forgot his name.
 

 
He was a real cutie and hung in the lobby at every break to talk to peeps.
He and I kept giving the head nod and hand rise.
Don't know why we felt the need to constantly acknowledge each other's presence.
A little strange now that I think about it.
 
 
~Next in the line up was Serena Ryder.
 

 
She is a star in Canada and rightfully so.
Just imagine a mix of Alanis Morrissette, Sheryl Crow, and Melissa Etheridge.
Kick ass voice that ranges from high, sweet notes, to long holding gravel tones.
A little bit hippy, a lot rock-n-roll.
The girl has a great comedic talent too.
She was my favorite performer of the evening.
 

 
She should have been the head liner!
While she was signing my CD, I let her know that she was living MY rock-n-roll dream. 
She was way cool, and said, "you should follow your dream".
I responded with, "does it matter that I can't carry a tune?"
She laughed, "yah, that might be a problem."
 
The U.S. will know her name and her music.
Mark my words people.
She's really THAT good!
She will be back to SLC in April.
She tempted us by saying that she will have her man band with her next time.  She makes them wear nothing but tassels.
I will be the first in line.
 


Now we get to Howie Day.
Radio songs you may know:
~Collide
(see all the words below)
~She says
(and when she says she wants someone to love,
I hope you know she doesn't mean you)
~Be there
(if you're gonna be there, be there.
if you're gonna stay, stay tonight...)

He is an amazing song writer, and musician.
Experiments a lot with synthesizers, which get annoying after the 83rd time of hearing repetitive guitar solos with a "boyyiiiiinnnnaaaaannnng" mechanical sound following.
He wasn't connected with the audience like the first two performers.  And was quite short and rude.
He constantly had a look as if he was about to seize or needed to take a painful crap.
I think it's because he's just a pompous ass.
He didn't even come out after the concert to talk with the fans like the previous two did.
Maybe his little fling with Britney S. made him think he's all that and a bag of herpes.
I was disappointed.  Only because I wanted a picture.
After the concert, we walked across the street to the Bayou to get a late night bite.
As we were leaving, I see Howie standing at the front door with some chick.
I purposely make it a point to get my ass up to the front before he is seated.
I say, "Good show Howie", and smile.
He looks at me like he doesn't know WTF I'm talking about.
See......a pompous ass!
I guess it would be hard to be a rock star, and not have it alter your ego.
BUT, if I ever go into a coma, miraculously wake up with an amazing voice, dance, and guitar talent,  I promise you all, that I will NEVER be a mean celebrity.
(Is it bad that my fingers are crossed for this miracle?
 WTF?
I want to be in a coma???!?!
Yes, it IS bad.
 I'm sick in the head)

I still love Howie's music......who wouldn't love the words to collide?


"Collide"

The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you

Yeah

I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide

Don't stop here
I lost my place
I'm close behind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide

Go see Serena Ryder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

{I'm a knicker-knacker}



I've been wanting to play around with a new header design.
After inserting this newly created masterpiece poorly designed maj-paj, I realized that this damn blog looks like the walls of my home.
They always start out beautifully simple and clean.
Sloooowly, I add a little somethin' here and there.
Before I know it, I'm living in a effin knicker-knacker, picture-packer, rainbow room museum!!
Poor Randy.
Poor Double RJ Ranch readers.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

{12 minutes = heartache}



A couple Friday's ago, I picked up the new Shine Down CD.
There are certain songs and artists that make me want to crank the radio, go into my own world, and drive.
This CD has all the makings of me road-tripping for days.
I called Paula, and expressed my desire to rockout on the black top, and she was feeling the same runaway emotion.
At that point, I  had to find a way for Paula and I to do what band-aids love to do.
I knew that Aaron Lewis, front man of the band STAIND, was going to be in concert at the Wendover concert hall, but I had assumed that we wouldn't get tickets on such short notice.
Well, whata-you know????
Botta bing, botta bang!
We got the last two!
(Or so the ticket agent said.  She is a big fat fibber)
HELL YAH!!!!!!
I call Paula and say, "girlfriend!  be ready to rock it out with Aaron Lewis tomorrow night!"
and Paula said, "girlfriend!  you just let me know what time you want me ready!"

Saturday came......and we were heading out to the West desert.



If you live in the SL valley, you HAVE to experience this concert venue.
It has ruined me to go anywhere else!
The acoustics are so amazing, and you can hear everything he says......and he can hear everything the audience says.
Some loud mouth chick just couldn't contain herself anymore.  It was like watching someone with an instant turrets affliction. 
Yelling at Aaron, she said,
"YOU ROCK MY WORLD!!!!"
He heard her and commented, "some people say the darndest things" with a chuckle.
Like, I'm so sure!!!!! 
Don't women act like ladies anymore???
Oh.....wait............it's coming back to me now.
Yah....that was me....hu hu hu, sorry.

Aaron sang songs we knew from the radio and others that seemed to have been written from a small basement bedroom where bongs lined the wall.
He talked a lot about smokin' a "big hog leg" in his bus.
I'm totally not a pot smoker*, but he did make it sound fun.
*tried pot when I was young.  didn't work for me.  made me sick.  kept trying it anyway.  kept making me sick.  finally gave up trying to be a dope head.




This picture is supposed to have captured the girly behind us in the cinched undersized corset.
All we got was some kind of alien pose on my face.
Also makes me realize that I need to replace those silver fillings with white.  How tacky!
You may need to turn away...it is kinda frightening.



Remember my good buddy Dave????  The f**kin' New Yorker???
We bumped into him and his wife Janet.
We hung out for a bit after the show.
After a good rock concert, you gotta take boobie pics.
Hey! I didn't make the rules.
I just follow them.
It's in the ROCK God's ten commandments.

After parting with them, Paula and I noticed people lined up by a gate.
We knew what this meant!!!!!  Aaron Lewis could come thru that gate at any moment and invite us on to his tour bus.  He would want to sing us special songs that have never been heard by another human being.....because we, are just that special!
Oh, the fantasies that swim through our pathetic female minds.
While our toes, fingers and nose tips are showing signs of frostbite, we strike up conversation with another couple that are waiting.  They were true blue "butt rockers" from the 80's and follow other washed up hair bands.  The husband, a Gene Simmons look-a-like, tried to impress us by remote starting his Pontiac Beretta that glowed with neon undercage lights.
The wife, was around my age and a real nice person.
Paula and I were shaking from freezing temps, and had to pee so bad, that I could barely walk.
We asked the rocker chick to take our number and call us if Aaron comes out.  We just couldn't hang any longer.
The next morning we run unto the rocker man and wife team.
Ok......wait!  Ready for this?????  Cuz it still just chaps my hide and makes me want to throw up.
ahhhhhhhhhh.....I can do this.
Our new friends explained how exactly 12 minutes after we left, Aaron came out and signed autographs and took pictures in front of his bus.
They called us.
We didn't hear the ring.
We missed our opportunity.


I will leave you with that.
My 12 minutes = heartache.

P.S.  Sorry Madison....this was a 21 and older concert....but I was thinking about you. 

{Things that ROCK my world}



Starbucks Singles
rock my world!
Individual packets of instant coffee.
Not your grandma's Nescafe granule instant cup o' crap.
It's finely ground and tastes like the real deal!!!!
I have an electric tea pot that warms water in seconds.
It's time efficient, and I'm using only what I want to drink.
These are perfect for Randy to grab a quick, quality cup of joe before he heads off to work.
They run about $1 a pkt.
Worth every lil' penny!
Yummmmm!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

{Up in the Verd}



Freakin' 19 days into the New Year, and I'm finally writing about the eve-week of 2009.




Randy had the entire week off between Christmas and New Years.
We took advantage of the vacation and headed South.
Randy was chomping at the chance to take his new cherry red lovahh for a ride.
No! I'm not taking about Carrot Top!
Ewwwww!
Although he did want to take a quick stop in Vegas......hmmmmm?!?!
I'm talking about his new cherry red truck.
We drove to Mesquite for a night, where I pocketed $250 cold hard sinful Nevada cash!!!!
WAHOOOOOOO!!!




We left Mesquite the next morning.
Our new Tom Tom yelling at us.  Instructing the shortest route to the Largent's home.
"turn left on eff'd up drive" the voice said.
We had no idea we would be bumper to bumper for 3 hours trying to get through the Hoover Dam.
Apparently, you DON'T want to attempt that road during a holiday.
Randy just kept saying, " WOW"....."WOW"..... "WOW".
Watching the traffic and all the fools walking around the dam, left Randy to speak in only 3 letter words.
The new bridge over the dam is coming along sloooowwwwly, but it's so fascinating to see this kind of engineering.
Check out the dude on the bridge that had NO freakin' line tied to him!!!
He just kept walking up...down....up...down that damn bridge.
he! he!.....pun intended.
Ahhhh, sometimes I just crack myself up!



Finally, after hours of driving frustration, we made it to the Verd.
(It's really Verde - pronounced Ver-deeee, but we all like shortening it to just the "Verd")
Cash-man was in admiration of Jax.
The "older" boy.
Just precious.




It's all just child's play.



New Years Eve
All gussied up, we were ready to partayyyyy!
That Indian casino had no idea what was about to hit them!!!!!!
hi yi ya yi, hi yi ya yi, hi yi ya yi
(my secret Indian chant...
it means give me money, music and beer)
My mot-in-law, Carol, wanted to know why I always have some kind of slutty pose with a leg up in pictures.
Hey! I'm a girl from the 80's! We always had a leg (or two) up...can't help it, it's my generations trademark.



Aunt E said, "save yo-selves fools!!"
She made sure to have her liquid gold readily available in her purse.
I'm still healing from the scratches on my hands from trying to sneak a swig of her Maui Passion.
NOBODY comes between Elise and her passion!!!!



Our friend Sandra, (next to Chelise)
One of the most beautiful ladies I've ever met.

 


bow-chica-wow-wow
stayin' alive, staying alive
supah freak, supah freak, supah freakah yow
she's a brick house, naughty, naughty


Yes, it all came out.
The bump, white man overbite, sprinkler, moon walk, roger rabbit, lawnmower, happy hands, snappy hands, and air guitar!
Chelise knew the band personally, and made sure to invite some super fun friends to join in the celebrating.
We tore it up yo!
Chelise and I were the half-time entertainment by performing a rendition of  Robert Palmer's "addicted to love".
We have no pride.




Justy's birthday was also on the 31st.
Named Justin....for just-in time before the new year.
The dude is getting pretty old, so I was proud of the way he got out and busted some moves.  
Moves that I'd nevah seen! 
From anyone!! 
Ok....maybe I've seen circus freaks move like that.
But only once.



Da boyz had their fun in the sun.
Shooting BB guns, playing football, and beating the crap out of each other.
I just turned my head in denial most of the time.
la, la, la, la....I don't see/hear anything.



We piled into Gene's house on wheels, and drove to the nearby Indian ruins.
It was an awesome experience.  Riv just soaked it in.
Poor Shelb was so sick all through the tour.  It's our fault.  Jax was sick before we left home.  We brought a very mean stomach bug with us and it hit her with vengeance.
Pukey, poopy, fever, kind of bug.
Uncle Randy tried to keep her comforted.
Poor baby :(




The theme of the trip was to enjoy family, love each other fully and bring in the new year with happiness.
We accomplished it all up there in the Verd.
Ye, yeeeeee!