Friday, February 29, 2008

On The Road

** MR. KAMIKAZE is posting from the road**

We're finally on the way to Colorado and only 6 hours behind schedule. We're stopping in Barstow tonight with Avery, two cats, a dog, and Shawn the gimp in tow. Avery crashed out at dinner before we even left. Right now I'm sure she's enjoying her Little Mermaid music cd with Daddy and Uncle Shawn in the Mountaineer. More posts to come.

Kristi, Avery & Thane Tomlinson

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Happy Birthday, Justin!!

Justin is another year older, but still a golfball.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

I swear I had no idea...

... I guess she got a hold of a fake I.D. I'm not sure how long this has been going on. Really.

"Rehab at 22 months. On the next, Dr. Phil"

-Mr. DNA (finalist in the 2008 Father Of The Year competition)

Friday, February 22, 2008

Cheese Friday™ : WHAT!?!

No. No. No. No. No!

I have one reason why you shouldn't listen to anything said on the above website.


-Mr. DNA (looking into the face of evil and trying not to cry)

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Tuesday Night Lavamatica!


Free Music!

Foxboro Hot Tubs, a band rumored to be a not-so-secret Green Day side project, have released a song titled "Mother Mary" for free online. All you have to do is enter your email address and zip code in the required fields and the song is yours. I have it on good authority that it doesn't need to be your address, just any address will do (you might want to try and 20500 for the zip). Click the pic above for the goods. You can listen to more songs on their MySpace page.

-Mr. DNA (now you owe me)

Monday, February 18, 2008

Boring travelog, without the cool slides

(The following contains; kids, snow, Los Alamos, atomic bombs, chili, vato locos.)

I've been away from the blogging world since Friday January 18th (except for that Cheese Friday post below).

What have I been up to, you ask?
(When I say you I'm referring to our one regular reader. If you are reading this, it must be you.)

Well, I went to Española, New Mexico (I told you this before I left, remember?) for a week. We (wife, son 4, daughter 21 months) visited many of my wife's relatives. It's the first time we've gone since the birth of our daughter. Many Aunts, Uncles, and cousins were very happy to see our newest little one and also thrilled to see how much our son has grown since our last visit.

We also visited Los Alamos so the kids could play in the snow and daddy could go to the little history museum that houses a section on the Manhattan Project. It's so strange to think that this small little town had such a huge impact on the world. My wife's grandfather worked in some capacity on the Manhattan Project for the Army Service Forces - Corps of Engineers. As I write this I am staring at a framed document from the War Department certifying his participation "... in work essential to the production of the Atomic Bomb..." It's dated "6 August 1945" (the day Hiroshima was destroyed) and signed by Henry L. Stimson, Secretary of War. As far as I know he never really talked about his work on "the hill". It's hard to even comprehend if anyone who worked on the project really knew how much they would change the world.

While we were in Española we stayed with my wife's Aunt Rita. She cooked constantly. So we ate constantly. And ate. And ate. Mostly New Mexico chili and pozolé (or posol with a silent 'e'). New Mexico chili (at least for my wife's family) is a main course, a side dish, a topping, a condiment, or all of the above at once. It's eaten with/on/in everything from eggs, soup, bread, tortillas, corn, sandwiches, beans, stew, etc... and why not? It is, in one word, AWESOME. It's one of those things you have to try for yourself. It's usually not too hot, just a small kick. If you ever go to Española you could try Angelina's Restaurant. It probably has the closest in taste to Aunt Rita's chili. But it still doesn't come close (then why did I say it has the closest in taste?). Better yet, next time you're in Española let me know and I'll call Aunt Rita. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to hook up a weary traveler such as yourself. My wife's cousin Paul makes a very similar tasting chili except his is blazing hot. It's almost like a "test of manhood" hot. I'll eat it, but it kind of destroys any enjoyment of food because once the heat "kicks in" any subtle flavors in the other foods you're eating are lost. But I'll eat it because I don't want him to think I'm a wuss, cuz I'm not (ask my Mom, she says I'm tough). Also when I'm in Española I feel I am representing every "mighty whitey" in the U.S. and I can't let down my white brothers and sisters. I am probably still traumatized from my first trip there in 1991(?). My name, Guy, was the source of much amusement for a couple of her cousins. Her cousin Eldon especially. He has this thing about the Spanish interpretation for every word.
"How would you say that in Español?" is the thing most often heard coming out of his mouth when I'm around. "Guy? How would you say that in Español, er Spanish?"
I would answer, "Umm, Guy?"
He would laugh, "No, no, in Spanish. How would you say it in Spanish?"
This went on for quite some time until he decided that my name in Spanish would be Vato. And I have to say, Vato is the first thing most people think when they see me (Güero? Me? Nah.) ...

I could go on, but I feel like I may be boring you, our one reader. There are many more stories from "The Land of Enchantment" but they'll have to wait for another time (besides going to New Mexico I also worked for my sister in-law for a few days and directed and edited a music video. More on those later?)

-Mr. DNA ( El Vato Loco)

Friday, February 15, 2008

Cheese Friday™ : Who knew?

Apparently Cheese is NOT a vegetable. The Ask The Expert section at the Fruits and Veggies More Matters website has definitively weighed in.

-Mr. DNA (dares to dream)

Monday, February 11, 2008