A Tradition Like No Other…

Ok, maybe it’s not Sunday at Augusta, but it is special to our clan.

At least CB enjoyed it.  MK, on the other hand, is looking somewhat horrified.

Can you really blame her? It’s not everyday you see this roaming down the street.  Fear not, it’s not the newest Branch Davidian guard dog, just the Baylor Homecoming Parade.

One of the highlights every year is getting to see the Braunsteins.  The CB/Graham photo has become a tradition in itself.  This year’s selection is edging it’s way into the “I’m too old for this…it’s not cute anymore.”

Fear not, kids.  No matter how old you get…you’ll always have this…

This should be the subject of a massive BU marketing push, and with any luck, the royalties will pay the tuition someday.


Happy Birthday Seve

There’s a lot in a name.  Seve, the fiery Spaniard, playing the game of golf as it was meant to be played.  Those eyes burning with intensity, the indomitable spirit.

What you were expecting maybe this…

What can I say.  With a name like Seve, that’s why the dog usually has better service on his birthdays like I do.

Happy Birthday, old man.

City Girls

Fran Lebowitz once said, “I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel.”  This sums up Al’s view on nature pretty succinctly.  Therefore, it’s up to Daddy to get the Bear Gryll’s quotient up.  However, I don’t get much time off, and I’ve been banned from travelling in numerous countries, therefore, Austin Nature Science Center is the answer.

Nestled in just a few miles from the heart of downtown Austin, this place is amazing.

I just trapped a mongoose with one of CB’s shoelaces and started a fire with some lint from MK’s belly button.  However, there was nothing on sale and no valet parking – the girls were less than enthused.  I thought a good old fashioned hike was in order.

That quickly morphed into MK riding into what she dubbed “The Daddy Chair” and her moment of ecstasy when she thought she saw our car.

One of the more interesting parts of the Center is the animals. Now, this is Austin, so you can’t have a zoo, but you can have a rescue-mission-oriented thing.  This means three legged bobcats, one eyed owls, and a severely hacked off tomcat.

However, as we were walking by I heard a, “Pssst.  Buddy.  Hey, remember me. You me, Humble, law school we were roommates.  We had some good times.  Look, just throw me the keys over there, and walk away slowly.  We can do this.”

I have no idea how he got out.

The Tradition Continues

For many, Thanksgiving is all about tradition.  The turkey, the pecan pie, the Cowboys inevitably blowing a lead.  I’m no different myself; I’m all about the traditions.  The Wookies, the overweight senior citizens dancing the mamba, and did I mention Princess Leia?

The Chuy’s Parade.  I’m not a big fan of parades.  That Macy’s Thanksgiving day thing would be like a slow day in hades for me.  The Chuy’s deal is just my style, however.

This next one, I don’t know what it is, but I like it. It brings out that holiday spirit.

I love it.  The passion, the intensity, the bunion containing SAS.  The only antidote for that…

Big fan of Leia.

The only thing fitting after the Chuy’s Parade is a quick stroll to South Congress.  I’m not sure what all to say about the SoCo area.  Interesting, very interesting.  The locals like to talk about the artisans and the art scene – and if by artisans they mean hippies that burn lettuce at all hours – then yes, I agree.

Two things:  1) That’s a chick playing the Bass.  2) They’re playing bluegrass.  3) They’re awesome.  Ok, that’s three – but I did second hand smoke at least 2 doobies on the sidewalk, so forgive me.

After all that, nothing better than a trip to Hey Cupcake – the grandest trailer in all the land.

I am not a huge sweets fan, nor am I especially interested in Cupcakes – but Hey Cupcake’s Red Velvet is the stuff dreams are made of.