Quite a while ago Rachel was at our house and we both spotted our pet gator floating around in the pond out back. Since then we have had several people visit and ask/look for the gator but no one has seen it. Today at lunch Carrie let the Luckster out and our neighbor was out there fishing for the gator. He said he got a pretty good look at him and he thought he was only two feet long. I wonder if we should eat him. Gator bites are quite tasty - like chicken. At least we know he won't be a threat to Quentin because I know my all man son can wrestle a two foot gator with one hand tied behind his back. We may make it a pay-per-view event.
Speaking of wrestling I was in the Atlanta airport on Monday morning (holiday for some lucky souls) and I was coming up behind this guy that just didn't seem right. He was in a suit, neatly shaved head, purple shirt and extremely buff for being in a suit. I was coming up behind him and he had a tag on his suitcase that didn't look right (something to the effect of be humble but tough - odd for a suit) so I was next to him and took a long look and knew right away he was a professional wrestler. Now, it's been about 20 years since I've watched wrestling but this dude is all over the commercials. Later Monday night I get back to my hotel, in beautiful this time of year Dubuque, and turn on the TV and what do I see but this dude in the ring man-handling some other dude. So after a few seconds of research this guy is named John Cena. See link http://www.wwe.com/superstars/raw/johncena/. At any rate we're good friends now and if the sewer people don't behave I'm calling John to make a house call. He does birthday parties if anyone is interested. He can body slam you for $500 an event. Brett, I'm thinking yours is coming up.
We had a nice weekend at home watching Favre win yet another game with a 4 touchdown performance. That's fine as long as he follows that up with a 4 INT game this week. No one really wants to see the horned one win another Super Bowl anyway. Why doesn't he retire Saturday before the not really important NFC Championship? I hear the third time is the charm. Along with watching the games we of course had another house issue. The weekend wouldn't really seem relaxing without having to fix something. Carrie pulled down on the ceiling fan cord to fire it up because it was finally warm enough that we needed a breeze. The cord fell out and the fan didn't start. Well, that thing was pretty ugly anyway and the last remaining artifact from the old homeowner regime. It really did need to be replaced. So we spent Sunday afternoon replacing the ceiling fan, which was a success but took two people leaving Q free to roam the house for about 90 minutes.
By the time I climbed down from the ladder he no longer had pants on and you couldn't see the floor in the living room, bathroom or our bedroom. He destroyed the bedside lamp; shade, bulb and lamp itself casually chucking it on to the floor. He lost his pants because I guess he's too skinny (oxymoron?) to keep 24 month pants on. All the Kleenexes in the house were on the floor. Toilet paper? You guessed it - on the floor. He got into the toolbox but we did get off the ladder for that one. We figured running around with a screwdriver and hammer wasn't that great of an idea and worth getting down for. He was quite cheery during the whole event. On more than one occasion he held the ladder for me, which was great. I think it will be fun when he gets a little older and we can hit each other's thumbs with hammers working on a fort.
Here is a pic of Q sporting his flannel while hanging out on the porch on Monday. I think we are going to take another crack at our lawn as we failed miserably last summer. We just feel he actually be able to play in grass as opposed to whatever we have in our lawn.
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