namelesstavern.net

drink and be merry

Happy 5th of July!!!

USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!

my 4th:

Spent $150 on fireworks... mostly small shit, but also a few redneck nukes
Bought 4lbs of 16-count (big) shrimp, grilled them with a chipotle-lime marinade.
Helped wife bake 24 chocolate ice-cream cupcakes
Head over to my parents house in the country
My mom made fried chicken and homemade biscuits
Sister made awesome dessert
Went outside with nephews (ages 8 & 5) to light the 'daytime' fireworks - smoke bombs, 'snakes' and then a couple strings of blackcats...

That's when my dog pissed himself and ran 200 feet away from me. I caught him, put him inside my dad's fenced area... and went back to pop more fireworks. Now... the important part to my story is, I didn't want to bring my stupid dog. My wife insisted, because the youngest nephew loves the dog. I *specifically* said that the pussy dog will freak out from the loud bangs. This is a 10-month old black cocker spaniel... and he's a complete wuss. Jen said that he'll be fine, so we brought him. Back to the story...

So... nighttime arrives and we go outside to do the 'real' fireworks.
I light some punks for my nephews, and start handing out the little stuff... spinners, cones, a few rockets...
I'm handing out all of the fireworks, and I can't 'deliver' them quickly enough... my nephews keep running over with lit punks, putting their hands in the boxes... So, I'm constantly bitching at them to stand back...
Sam (the 5 y/o) ignores me, runs his hands through the bag and then stabs me in the shoulder with a lit punk... burning a hole through my shirt into my flesh.
I bitch for a minute, and then we continue lighting stuff... finally move onto a few of the artillery cannons.
Boom! Boom! wheee
Wife walks outside and immediately asks, "Where's Andy?" (we give human names to our pets)
I say, "Damfino..."
So... we stop popping everything and go looking for my stupid black dog... in the pitch black... in a heavily forested 3 acres.
Kids are whining... we are looking everywhere, calling for the dog... can't find shit with our tiny flashlights.
90 minutes later, we head off to wal-mart to buy some giant flashlights...
We get back, look for another 15 minutes and my sister has to take her kids home because it's so late. I apologize to the kids, promising that I'll buy them HUGE fireworks next year.

We decide that we'll just stay the night and look for him in the morning.
I continue the search, and after 2.5 hours, I find the fucking dog hiding in my dad's GIANT cactus patch.
The neighbors are still popping their mortars and blackcats off, so he won't budge.
I have to reach into the fucking cacti to pull my fatass dog out... splinters all in my arms... then I look down and see that I'm standing in a fireant pile and have 30+ ants crawling all over my flip-flop clad feet. Awesome.
Give the rest of the fireworks to my dad... maybe 10% were used... and we were looking all over for the dog when the city fireworks went off, so we missed everything.
We get in the car to drive home... the night was ruined and apparently this is all my fault
Next 4th will be better...

well at least you got burned

we had six mortar tubes at the peak of the night shooting black mambas and whatever kind of mortars black cat makes. it was an illegally beautiful night here in oregon~

til the mortars randomly didn't shoot upa nd blew a few tubes up on the ground and shell shocked me made my friend's shirt look like he got shot

if you didn't get burned you didn't do it right

huzzah

I was setting off 3-5inch shells, I didn't get burned :p. Damn things are loud as sin tho /yeehaw

yeah man that's what the black mambas were. they were like huge cylinders instead of little balls that sounded like cannons when you shot them and when they exploded. awesome

ugh i hate loud fireworks. give me sparkly any day!

josh and i watched the fireworks display in nearby seward, which is nebraska's official fourth of july city!

Didn't see a single firework.

Spent my weekend at a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Did a moonlit hike through a field and then an old growth deciduous forest.

It was wonderful.

leah wrote:ugh i hate loud fireworks.

lame

I got half way through the Legends of Norrath scenarios. Great game that's free with EQ2. It's MTG but in an eq realm.

I worked and hated my life enough to consider killing myself. Yay.

We went to IHOP with a friend of ours after we got done with a birthday party for the son of my cousin who has been threatening to disown me if Gid continued down his Buddhist path and didnt convert immediately to Christianity. She still hasnt made good on this threat 4 year later.
While at IHOP, eating cheese sticks, I notice a firework display going on from the window. It was pretty good I guess, though very short. Big fireworks, with a finale that looked like the people running the thing just said "aw fuck it light it all, its fucking hot out here". Lasted about 10 minutes, then I went back to drinking my tea and jabbering with our friend.

P.S. Harri, whats up. Your away messages are turning more and more emo.

http://www.videosift.com/video/Im-Out-O ... ic-Missile

I worked and hated my life enough to consider killing myself. Yay.

Hey I know Massachusetts sucks...really, really sucks bad. But that's no reason to consider killing yourself.

I don't really want to talk about it.

All it's going to do is make it worse.

Harrison wrote:I don't really want to talk about it.

All it's going to do is make it worse.

<3

*hug*

I missed the part where you bitch-slapped your wife.

vonkaar wrote:my 4th:

Spent $150 on fireworks... mostly small shit, but also a few redneck nukes
Bought 4lbs of 16-count (big) shrimp, grilled them with a chipotle-lime marinade.
Helped wife bake 24 chocolate ice-cream cupcakes
Head over to my parents house in the country
My mom made fried chicken and homemade biscuits
Sister made awesome dessert
Went outside with nephews (ages 8 & 5) to light the 'daytime' fireworks - smoke bombs, 'snakes' and then a couple strings of blackcats...

That's when my dog pissed himself and ran 200 feet away from me. I caught him, put him inside my dad's fenced area... and went back to pop more fireworks. Now... the important part to my story is, I didn't want to bring my stupid dog. My wife insisted, because the youngest nephew loves the dog. I *specifically* said that the pussy dog will freak out from the loud bangs. This is a 10-month old black cocker spaniel... and he's a complete wuss. Jen said that he'll be fine, so we brought him. Back to the story...

So... nighttime arrives and we go outside to do the 'real' fireworks.
I light some punks for my nephews, and start handing out the little stuff... spinners, cones, a few rockets...
I'm handing out all of the fireworks, and I can't 'deliver' them quickly enough... my nephews keep running over with lit punks, putting their hands in the boxes... So, I'm constantly bitching at them to stand back...
Sam (the 5 y/o) ignores me, runs his hands through the bag and then stabs me in the shoulder with a lit punk... burning a hole through my shirt into my flesh.
I bitch for a minute, and then we continue lighting stuff... finally move onto a few of the artillery cannons.
Boom! Boom! wheee
Wife walks outside and immediately asks, "Where's Andy?" (we give human names to our pets)
I say, "Damfino..."
So... we stop popping everything and go looking for my stupid black dog... in the pitch black... in a heavily forested 3 acres.
Kids are whining... we are looking everywhere, calling for the dog... can't find shit with our tiny flashlights.
90 minutes later, we head off to wal-mart to buy some giant flashlights...
We get back, look for another 15 minutes and my sister has to take her kids home because it's so late. I apologize to the kids, promising that I'll buy them HUGE fireworks next year.

We decide that we'll just stay the night and look for him in the morning.
I continue the search, and after 2.5 hours, I find the fucking dog hiding in my dad's GIANT cactus patch.
The neighbors are still popping their mortars and blackcats off, so he won't budge.
I have to reach into the fucking cacti to pull my fatass dog out... splinters all in my arms... then I look down and see that I'm standing in a fireant pile and have 30+ ants crawling all over my flip-flop clad feet. Awesome.
Give the rest of the fireworks to my dad... maybe 10% were used... and we were looking all over for the dog when the city fireworks went off, so we missed everything.
We get in the car to drive home... the night was ruined and apparently this is all my fault
Next 4th will be better...

the lesson, as always: women ruin everything :p

Harrison wrote:I don't really want to talk about it.

All it's going to do is make it worse.

Sorry Harri

(I've been following your Aim like a blog)

Yeah, some people are going down and going down hard. I'm talking the level movies are made of.

What happened. Now that it's been brought up it would be irresponsible not to go into more detail.

Shouldn't you be in Afghanistan by now?

Even if I had left by the time I was supposed to I would still be in Basic right now.

So I guess the military didn't work out.

Long ridiculous story that isn't even over yet.

I'm still enlisted...short version of it.