K-Seas

Dude-That's a sweet car!

WARNING-This may only be funny to me!

Last night was the rain date for the Portsmouth Fireworks.  Our neighbors invited us on their boat  to watch the festivities from the Harbor.  I grabbed Will and we boarded the boat around 7.  We filled the 2 hours before the show with a BBQ, some fishing, crab traps and a little photography.  While taking pictures of the surroundings I could not help but notice a convertible sports car continuously passing on the road near the mooring.  Every so often a gentleman would get out and take a look at his car and then move on.  Finally after about 6 or 7 passes he started shooting.....photo's...

Now maybe it's me...but taking a picture of your car seems a little odd, especially if you had to cruise this particular piece of roadway for 20-30 minutes waiting for the sun to set just right....

Back to the car...I made a comment to my neighbor Al while this was happening that I could only  understand what he was doing if he had a lady friend in the car and he was actually taking a picture of her in the car...but after carefully studying this picture I determined that he was solo..

BUT WAIT..now there are two in the car and they are both are men (not that there is anything wrong with that) .In my wildest dreams I couldn't see this happening with any one of my friends. If I even suggested this type of photo opp. they would have immediately revoked my Man Card.  (after reviewing the previous photos I determined that the passenger had "ducked" down to avoid being in the photo).

I think I am going to go take a picture of our Mini Van to see "how it feels"...maybe I am missing out on someting??

REAL MEN WEAR CAPES

I came home today after visiting Erin (aka Auntie Camera) to find my husband ensconced in a blanket fashioned into a cape. I didn’t think too much of it until we started to get into a discussion and found that I just couldn’t stop looking at his man-cape. After a good giggle, he pronounced with great gayness that he really enjoyed his cape and thought it was very practical. Unfortunately he wouldn’t let me take his picture, but I will give you the visual:

 Adult male, almost 40, six feet something inches (3?), strapping, handsome (I’ll throw that in for points) with a black fuzzy blanket tied around his neck.

 Let the record show I did say “adult.”

-W

 

Mans best friend

A lot of people say that a man's best friend is his dog.  Not me. (Jack is alright)  I love my sawzall.  Together there is nothing we can't accomplish.  Yesterday we decided to throw away a piece of furniture we bought at the mill store a few years ago.  It was a 6.5 feet tall corner tv stand.  I dreaded taking it out and taking it to the dump...so I didn't.  I grabbed my trusty friend and within 10 minutes the piece was reduced to a pile of scrap wood.

Next on a man's favorite lists is FIRE.  After the sun went down I took what was left of the furniture and made a bon fire.  We (kids and neighbors) huddled around the smoldering TV stand for 2 hours last night.  It was a good time had by all.

The scorched earth you see in this picture is whats left of the trusty furniture.  Better than hauling it to the dump.