This is my friend John.He is wacky. He has a Boo bee and a Wee knee.
He also has a Man-Flower.
Guess I've always had a thing for taking pictures of feet,not sure why. I don't have a fetish.They look better in shoes.Maybe it's the shoes?

Waitin' for my man to get back from band practice (where I hope they're working on a cover of "Penicillin Penny"--everyone has a dream,right?). Must be bored....Look! It's Ray Sawyer lookin' gakked out of his eyepatch! I love this guy.Really I do,more than Mick Jagger and less than Townes Van Zandt....
Aw shucks,again??? "Got Stoned And I Missed It" I don't want to glorify the intake of drugs too much,but I wonder if that's what made them sooo entertaining

Saw this guy in a movie last week....a lot of men certainly age like a fine wine.Surprised poor Kris never got confused with ole Charlie (who don't surf) Manson.

Cliche picture, but yet again, graced with another spectacular sunset.


Man of the house, lookin' his world over.



So this is how it felt when I realized that I was getting too old to go trick-or-treating.....I found out that the "pot of gold at the end of the rainbow" is really a swamp cooler.
Or maybe I am (ugh...) growing up,and have realized that a swamp cooler is pretty much gold when you live in the desert without central air : |



And Johnny almost lost a hand.
Jessco started it by trying to steal a beer......




Oh wait,they may have passed out,or Jessco is knawing on his head.....
Replay of New Years morning,except Johnny was passed out,and Jessco was pissing dangerously close to his head.What a sneaky bastard,my dog.



Straight from the mouths of babes.......Dinner must've been good, judging from the belch




Our good buddies Chris& Christy

This is Johnny O.T.B. He arrived late and barefooted.
This past weekend,we had an awesome spread on the front porch with some good friends over to help us polish it off. Swordfish kabobs. Lots of fruit, spaghetti squash, brie and bread and drinks to go around. We sorta killed it....

And I'll close the night with this,because I feel so good.
I really challenge anyone to beat it.
COME ON The Lil Red Wagon Rules, but when a TANK comes outta nowhere and pops a fuckin' wheelie? Talk a bout a cock block for Dodge,but both of them is what the real girls are gonna like : ) All they need is fire coming out of anywhere,and the boys are sure to follow.

And a native american costume

And some people get REALLY creative with thier entries...Like the above broken wheeled cart,with a lady checking the harness. Must've been the damned gato,can't trust them.

A custom Breyer Alborozo by Summer Prosser

A goofy Hey Mule resin. I love these guys!

@ Desperado resins painted in different ways,gorgeous...

So today I went to a model horse show.It's what us model horse dorks do--we get together and show our horses under similar criteria as real live horses. Sounds crazy,I know...I expect it to.
My horses did pretty well today too....it was fun.

This is my horse Goldtop Rontrose II. He is partially named after one of the Supersuckers who happens to be the baddest ass rock'n'roll band on thee planet (next to the Stones of course) who happens to play a Les Paul who happens to make the Goldtop.And if you don't know what I'm talking about right now, you have shitty taste in music. Hands Down.
--As an aside,his 1st incarnate had to be shot in the head due to a broken leg caused by someone who actually plays a Goldtop guitar. Serendipity my friends.....

ANYWHOO.....Goldtop Rontrose II won champion of his division today,and then went on to win grand champion of all original finish horses there today!!! Those are his ribbons. Well worth the $$$ I paid for the Fucking TWO Rontroses dammit!!!!!

Oh this is before the reduction (above,obviously)

There should be some sort of angelic voices and music from the heavens here.........
Everyone was a little skeptical @ first,but He looks just like I figured......EFFIN' BADASS
This is the 2nd incarnation of my '59 F 100.He's affectionately known as The Big Dirty Bastard.or Big DB for short.He recently got an ass-reduction,because someday I hope to win the Miss Flatbed Ford contest up in Winslow Arizona.

Standin' on the front porch....cocktail in my hand. 'bout an hora ago.....GOD DAMN I'm glad I live in Arizona

By the way---the cocktail is from the mid-1950's, called a "Rum Buck" 2oz rum (spiced) 1 oz cointreau (i used patron citronge) 1/2 tsp sugar, and 1/2 tsp lemon juice----YUMMY

George does build a beautiful bike.That's George of Spartan Frameworks in Vail,AZ. If hard core and classy can go together,he achieves it every the time.



Here is Jim with his brand new panhead chopper that's already puking oil on his leg the 1st day.It's just breaking him in....

Oh, and here's the back bedroom.YIKES !!!!!!!!! I am a colossal dork with a capital O.It keeps me out of trouble. Whatever it takes, eh?

Even crazier--Saddles and bridles.

There are even "shows" that we take the horses to. Here are all of the championship and reserve championship ribbons my guys have won so far this year. (no those horses in the photo didn't win them)
I was super duper excited today to stay home and rearrange horses,because Jason put up 3 more shelves for me before escaping to band practice. I am so lucky he doesn't seem to care about my madness .He knows I am a lunatic anyway.

These guys are all horses that have been repainted by an artist--or customized from factory stock,if you will....

The stock horses on the top shelf are some of my favorites.
Ugly little ponies

5 Gaiters are my ABSOLUTE weakness!!!!! some of them are over 40 years old.
Everyone has some sort of mania.At least I'd like to think that most people have some sort of compulsion that must be acted upon to a certain extent. Or maybe I am only trying to justify certifiable insanity and need to find a 12-step program.

Hello,my name is Dean-a. I am a model horse addict.........

Just for shits and giggles I'll prove it to you. Take a look at my living room.