ahead with a first round TKO

it's friday.
this weekend, the big girl turns 13. a swimming party with girls AND boys is in my future. i just hope my weakened state is not taken advantage of and 'spin the bottle' becomes the party game of choice.
i might not feel so swell but i'll still beat up some teenage kids and send them home to their mommies with a whooped ass.

my first shift at the nursing home yesterday created quite a soft spot in my heart. i can't get over the amount of life and history in such a shitty place. next week should be good (even though my 8 hour shift will be followed by class that night. blah.) and just as rewarding.

and now that i've got my bearings and actually went through my photos from the drag race, there just isn't much to choose from.
the perils of too much drink and too much snow on race day.
heh...

think good things for this guy. he's one of the best on the quarter mile right now.

in honor of my dear friend and the eternal memories....
(aren't you all glad i didn't pay homage yesterday with a big '22 week' post?)

the race day crew
(L to R: ratboy, R, the big man, and little ole'me)
guess who's missing but always in our hearts..