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Meet Pablo, almost 5 yrs old, as he answers the tough questions and even sings.
The key is hearing the pronunciation right. Check out “girl”. Because I can’t even attempt to spell it right, I had to record it for you to experience. Guurirl?
(But Doodles uses a simple “whirl”.)
This is also a test of the Apple iSight camera uploaded to youtube.com.
Thanks to Delaney for the tip. Unfortunately it’s already sold out, but I’ve contacted the artist for more. Check out Tresijas’s shop on Etsy.
Look at the perfect design of the M(ilwaukee) B(rewers) glove.
Brewers are the best. Twins are #2 for teams, but not logos. Sadly the Brewers no longer use this classic design, but they did when they were rocking their serious ‘staches in ’82. Yeah it was 1982, but Rollie Fingers looked like he was from 1882 and might tie you to the train tracks.
And then the Cubs take 3rd for baseball love but not when they are anywhere near Brewers. I love a good underdog whether its an unknown or unsold band, author, indie film, etc. A losing sports franchise seems a natural for me.
Growing up in MKE the Kamin side of the family were Brewer fans. Conradt side were for the Cubs as they lived close enough to Chicago (Kenosha) and could get WGN reception with their TV antenna. We are now in Twin-town, where Mama grew up, so there you go. Twins have been solid for many seasons, whereas the Brewers are only recently hot again. And it only took about a quarter century.
Brewers are up here Memorial Day weekend and we’ll be at the Friday night game.
A recent family game we played cast Mama and the boys as police officers. I secured the role of a “bad pizza”. I needed to be caught and brought to jail. Then the police pulled off my pepperoni. Wait, that sounds wrong. But yeah, for some reason I was a bad pizza that had to be caught and then punished by being eaten. And yes, Doodles added a flourish to his character. He was a “mustache police”.
Just one of the many games we play. Was it a critique of the dinner we had just eaten? Perhaps.
“Pizza is a lot like sex. When it’s good, it’s really good. When it’s bad, it’s still pretty good.” — Woody Allen
Mama bid on a special event for a charity at work. She won us an in-home chef dinner donated by Executive Chef George from McCormick & Schmick’s.
Last night Chef George arrived and was greeted at the door by Doodles.
Doodles: “You have a mustache!”
Chef George: “Yes, I’ve had it since I was 15. I knew it was a bad sign that I was probably not going to grow much more if I had a full mustache already.”
Doodles: “You’re a mustache chef!”
(Sometimes the blog writes itself. I just have to report the dialogue.)
George had trained under Emeril Lagasse in New Orleans. He created a seafood odyssey at our home last night for us and two other couples. We had scallops with curry, macadamia nut encrusted halibut, salmon with brie and spaetzel and 5 bottles of wine. It was fantastic. He even brought the plates so we had few dishes to wash.
If you get a chance to have a mustache chef come to your house, go for it.