Next week in the promised land

Happy, belated, passover.

I know that if things look bleak, if I suffer from persecution, if I'm forced to leave this land, being chased by angry bigots with bats and empty beer bottles...

There's always next week in the promised land.

Are we drunk yet?

For Saint Patrick's Day; Dianne made green humus. It was delicious...and green.

Teacher Steve and Megan were our leaders on the Special Olympics Pub Crawl. Everyone likes drinking to support disabilities.

The problem with the bus version of the pub crawl was that nobody was at any of the bars the bus took us to.

It probably should have been called a pub ride to the bars that no-one will be at instead.

One of the guys on our bus overheard me and Steve (VISTA Steve) talking about accents, or more acurately about fake southern accents.

I think he really wanted to kick our asses, but decided, instead, to refer to us as Catholic-Jews.

His reasoning being that, he claimed, both groups were responsible for killing Jesus.

Normally Saint Patrick's Day falls on or a least is celebrated on the weekend.

It seemed problematic; doing a pub crawl on a Monday night.

I think we did pretty well though.

We managed to drink; green beer, green Jell-o shots and Irish car bombs. We discussed other countries that are popular for car bombs and tried to determine what would be in said beverages.

Surprisingly; I have no idea what this is a picture of. I will note that I walked home and thus had to sprint to my car the next morning in order to get to work on time. Viva Ireland!

Buckles of the future

Here is a sneak peek into the future. These Gheetro-fabulous belt buckles haven't even been isted for sale yet.

This is Santa. He is a jolly old man who lives in the North Pole. Contrary to popular belief; he is NOT the brother of Satan.

This is an angry gorilla I made for my brother. My brother works on a reality TV show about dieting. I think he should wear this buckle to work and scare contestants into shape.

This is jeweled dinosaur I made for Lee Ann. While this buckle is not intended to scare anyone, I hope that it can be used to bring the avant-garde-belt buckle craze to the Arkansas...we shall see.

This is my shark buckle. Obviously this is another buckle meant to instill fear in all who look upon it...

This is Menorah belt buckle. Surprisingly, there isn't a large Jewish population in Roseburg (who would have thought?) so I have found myself, the defender of Judaism on several occasions.

Soon all of these fine items will be available for YOU to purchase at gheetro.etsy.com