Your somewhat daily dose of Shoo.
The fireworks downtown may have not been the greatest, but the Motor Boat Club had a great show. Above are some of very first shots of fireworks with my SLR.
It took some practice, but I dialed into 800ISO, 3.5 sec exposure with a f/11. Of course I also used a tripod or everything would have been scribble lines.
Edit: I posted the video late last night, so there was no way I was going to post a description.
The video above was a tribute / photo-montage-music-video to Terry, a buddy of mine. You wouldn’t suspect him as the dancing type, but he has a routine. A routine he supposedly did at the Shoo wedding, but I can’t remember. His routine is set to the music of Madonna’s Hung Up. Hence the music in the video.
He preformed this a few weeks ago at my friend Melanie’s wedding. There was a circle of about 60 people cheering him on and he was spot on. I only had my SLR so no video, but I think I got enough shots to capture the ‘awesomeness.’ Video would have looked horrible anyway without a spotlight.
Man, what a great weekend. Got spend some time with the family and in-laws, went to a baseball game, put on a few pounds. I am not looking to getting up tomorrow and shaving off my week long scruff, almost visible in the photo.
Run, turkey!, originally uploaded by gotshoo.
Mrs. Shoo and I scooted on over to Turkey Run State Park in Indiana this weekend to do some hiking. I welcomed the trip after spending Saturday doing yard work.
The park was super cool. I don’t know how many miles of trails there are but we hiked for over 4 hours before calling it a day. The trails went from being flat gravel to climbing up stream basins surrounded by rock walls.
Got to see Arlo Guthrie with my Dad and in-laws tonight. Mrs. Shoo had to call in the lefty because she picked up some kind of cold. It was a great experience. Guthrie was more of story teller compared to John Prine, whom I also saw with my in-laws, but he put on a great show.
I would go into detail about the old hippies and the stories he told, but I’ve got to watch the DVRed finally of The Office.
Last night we had over Mrs. Shoo’s parents for dinner. Someone had a hankerin’ for red meat, so I got permission to go all out. Above, 3 ribeyes (left), 3 porter house steaks (right). When it comes to seasoning I like just the basics of salt and pepper.
I’ve found from experience that you really don’t anything more than the basics if the meat is just right. I wish I could eat these all over again. Hello heart attack!
I don’t care if Hank Hill cooks with propane, I cook with charcoal. Oh yeah! Tips on positioning charcoal: Create a mound to promote a quicker fire, once the briquettes are all white push them to sides of the basin leaving an empty space in the center. This way the meat cooks with indirect heat. Say no to burnt exteriors!
These are thicker steaks, so they took about 15~20 mins. to cook. I know it’s tempting, but don’t spastically keep opening the lid to check on them. Trust me, I know it’s tempting.
Looking good. I put the ribeyes in the middle because they have more marbling (fat) and cook quicker. Hurry, put the lid back down.
That’s a good looking steak. Delish!
buddy, originally uploaded by gotshoo.
Today was an awesome day to play hooky! Ok, I told my boss that I was going to take off the afternoon if I was caught up on work. I still rebelled by not turning my ‘out of office’ email responder on. Ya, take that corporate America!
I didn’t take pictures of it, but I spent part of the afternoon removing a stump from the front yard that’s been sitting there for a year plus. It was from a tree that I cut down when I first moved into the house. Previous attempts at removing the stump had proved relentless, today though it came out like butter.
The mood at the house tonight is somber and quiet. Mrs. Shoo is sound asleep. The dogs are passed out on opposite couches. And I’ve been going through some photography literature that my dad dropped of this evening; hence the inspiration for today’s dailyphoto.
Good night all.
This weekend Mrs. Shoo and I headed down to Paducah Kentucky for our good friend John Romang’s art show. He’s been featured many times on Gotshoo. We love his art, especially when one of the pieces features Mrs. Shoo’s shoes.
The show was hosted in a condo being renovated. I would throw in some art terminology how the mood was set, but I have no idea. I’ll stick to taking photos. It was just a really cool place for an art show.
More photos after the break.
Continue reading ‘A Series of Paintings.’
IMG_8113, originally uploaded by gotshoo.
Mrs. Shoo woke me up last night about right after the quake hit. I am a deep sleeper, especially when I can’t sleep because there is a Deep Catch ‘best of’ marathon going on till 2 a.m. I thought nothing of the quake other than the bed was shaking. Which brings up the question, why would I think the bed shaking was normal?
Of course, Mrs. Shoo wakes right up and tells me that she thinks we had an earthquake. In a mid-awake slur, I tell her she’s crazy and to go back to bed.
Yup, I could have slept through the whole thing.
Last night we went to the Springfield Ballet Company’s presentation of Romeo & Juliet. It was actually my first ballet that I’ve attended. I’ve been to plenty of musicals and plays, but last night’s performance was a different experience. Not to sound like an idiot to the arts, but the dancers really put all of their ‘assets’ out on stage- if you get my drift. But again this is coming from a guy that was break-dancing at the end of his wedding because he believed he could break-dance.
We had a wonderful time and it’s good to get out of the house, get cleaned up, and watch something other than a marathon of Law & Order.
Next weekend we’re going to our first art show. We is gonna be so cult-ra-fried.
Bonus - Walmart Story.
I had to stop in Walmart tonight to pick up contacts for Mrs. Shoo and some random groceries. I don’t despise the place, but I rather stay out.
While in line, I noticed the woman in front of me was purchasing a pregnancy test. She had the test discretely hidden under one of those cheap cookbooks you find in the cashier aisle. You could tell that all she wanted to do was get out of there unnoticed.
Oh, did she pick the wrong aisle.
The cashier was one of those cashiers that has to make a comment about your groceries. Like straight out of a Seinfeld episode. She sees the test and starts a rant of a personal story telling the woman how she put the cap on wrong, spilled… - at that point I just stop listening. There was no doubt the woman in front of me was flustered. Luckily she only had two items and only had to endure two minutes of the cashier.
The cashier sends her off with good luck on whatever plus or minus sign is in her favor. She probably just jinked whatever result the woman was wishing for.
I put my groceries down, a large pack of paper towels and a gallon of milk. Her comment, “That’s an interesting combination.” This coming from the cashier of the world’s largest discount seller where you can buy cheezy poofs, motor oil, a flat screen TV, and diapers all at the same time.
This story goes nowhere, but I thought I’d share. On a side note, I’d hate to be caught by the cashier purchasing a yeast infection kit.
I know the photo above is Clancy but I’ve got a Buddy story.
Last night we had DVD’s that had to go back to the video store. (Yes, we Netflix but Mrs. Shoo has been going through the movies since she’s been home this week) I whispered to Buddy, “You wanna go for a ride?” For the next fifteen minutes he cried and cried while I taunted him by paying no attention and surfing the internet. Finally, I got up, and he was at my beck and call with his tail wagging at a hundred miles per hour.
On the ride to the store, I lowered the window all the way down so he could stick out his head and let his ears flop in the wind. Dude was in heaven.
I realize I hadn’t posted a daily photo, so here’s one I took the other day.
I am working from home today playing nurse and fielding emails from work.
We were really optimistic about the recovery time yesterday as Mrs. Shoo could talk with some soreness right after the surgery. Today we’re communicating with text messages and a notepad. I’ve talked with a few doctors and nurses about the pain and what we could do for her. The consensus has been that a tonsillectomy is about the worst surgery an adult could have. One of the doctors explained that it was worse than a hip replacement.
And I guess that’s why they explain it to you afterwards.
A nurse suggested that she could take ibuprofen in between her scheduled pain medication. The only problem is that she can only swallow liquid type things like jello and pudding. So I made her some special butter scotch pudding with an ibuprofen additive. While I was crushing the pills, all I could think about were those stupid meth commercials that have been on tv lately, “I’ll only do it once.”
On the other hand, I’ve become a pro at spelling tonsillectomy.
Just looked at Marie’s blog… it’s been two years since the tornado. Kind of amazing, now that I think back to it. The apartment that I lived in was on the edge of the path of the tornado. It was one hell of a night.
Here’s what I posted then:
I went into Starbucks this morning and the guy asks, “What can I get for you today, sir?”
Me, “uuuhhh.”
Guy, “Two grande non-fat lattes.”
Me, “WHY YES! Did you read my mind?”
Guy, “Nope, that’s just what you order.”
I am expecting my VIP card any time soon.
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