Wednesday, June 23, 2010


Hi, all.
Here's where you'll find most of our creations. . .

. . .and we have some little gee-tars made by yours truly listed on etsy. . .

Yesterday was our daughter's 18th birthday, and it will be remembered as the day her boyfriend gave her a black eye. No, it's not what you're thinking. If it were, I'd be writing this newsletter from jail. The way it really happened was all very innocent, and a complete accident. They were just roughhousing. No, roughhousing is too masculine a word for what they were doing. They were giggle wrestling and her boyfriend's noggin landed a blow to her face that knocked her glasses off and made her eye swell up something fierce. Happy birthday!
We are less than a week away from our big move to Sherwood, Oregon, and about 90% of our belongings are already in the garage waiting for me to back up the U-haul. The remaining 10% of our belongings still in the house make the place look like it's inhabited by squatters. The computer is on a folding table, and the laundry is in garbage bags. We are living in a no man's land between the old life and the new one. While we're still here, I've been riding my bike to the beach every opportunity that I get. I will sorely miss the beach. Where else can an oddly dressed man walk at 3 AM without looking suspicious?


Monday, June 14, 2010


Hello, graduates!
Here's our latest work. . .

Just a reminder that today, June 14th, is the last day of our "things with wings" sale. Everything on our website with wings is still 20% off through today. Just email us for your discounted invoice.
Our daughter graduated high school this week. Well, more than just graduated. . .she was her school's Valedictorian, and we are proud beyond words. Her Valedictorian speech was brief, which was probably a wise decision on her part. I hate to say it, but I think the internet, with its instant smorgasbord of light entertainment like youtube, has shortened our society's attention span. The audience held their tongues for the first couple of speakers, but every speaker to follow was given less and less respect. Somewhere inside me, my mind was channeling an 80 year old basketball coach, dying to yell, "Grab some wood there, bub, and button it!"
After the ceremony, the graduates went to grad-nite, where a hypnotist entertained them by making them sniff each other and lip synch Britney Spears songs. Next year I propose they have the hypnotist be the first speaker at the graduation ceremony, where his services can do some good.


Monday, June 7, 2010

Hello, friends.
Here's the missing link. . .

We are having a sale this week only on things with wings. 20% off of anything on our website with wings of any kind. Just write to us and mention "things with wings" or "the whopper beat the big mac" and we'll know what you mean and send you the discounted invoice for your winged friends. The sale is good through June 14th. Here's a picture of just a few of our winged creatures.

As most of you know, we are moving at the end of this month. It was probably no more than ten or fifteen minutes after we got the phone call informing us that we got the house that we started to pack. We packed things we wouldn't need for a while, and things that we'd need later that same day. Everything within arms reach was boxed up, taped up, and stacked up in the garage. Now we have to go out there to look for stuff when we need it. We didn't get the name Cart Before The Horse for nothing.