paging don king... don king...

ok, to all you readers out there... i know i do my best to scare you all away. post in spurts, then nada... lose the eyeballs and bookmarks. then, post some stuff and forget about it again. well, dear diary, let me get you updated... the boy started kindergarten & had a pirate bday party. the girl continues to leave infant-dom and enter toddler-dom, perfect in every way. the wife's been in work limbo... laid off from teaching. then job extended for 3 months. then extended another 3... now it looks like maybe thru next semester. the me is chugging along, but laptop harddrive crashed a month ago, which was a pain. lost a month of pictures and a year of emails/contacts. everything else backed up completely. had our annual boys weekend up north (w/ 4 brothers and bro-in-law). good time. perfect location (brainerd area lake w/ cabin on a peninsula). then, last weekend, went to boxing match at treasure island w/ the brothers. stev scored 2 free $100 VIP tix for the 7 bout boxing event, because he sparred w/ bonsante to get him ready... bonsante was one of the 2 co-main events (vanda was the other one). there was a VIP room (w/ free food, beverages and even chair massages) and the vip seating were at tables directly around the ring. well, we had to buy 3 $25 tix, but we were able to all end up in the vip seating area. (security was pretty lax, and the ushers managing the seating were flexible), and we just kind of rode in on stev's shirt tails, he knew most of the folks there (or at least the boxing folks). interesting crowd. by interesting, i mean felonious, overly hair-gelled and under dressed (the females at least). i guess it what i expected in a boxing crowd at a casino on a sat. night: rough, loud, aggressive, drunk. but enough about my brothers' behavior... i just googled bansante to make sure i spelled him correctly, and the first link had a picture of me... well, i think it's me. we were sitting right behind the ring announcer and the ring-round-girls (walked around in 8 inch heels and not much else between rounds proudly displaying their IQs, waist sizes or round #... i get confused).

i'm right behind the guy in the tux (the right of him), looking contemplative as the squirrel gets beat up by bonsante. http://www.minnesotaboxing.com