Tuesday, May 20, 2008

2 and half plus .50

I have a sweet job. Army Infantry...in Strykers. So I have opportunities that most men/dads

don't, Like this->>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

And this..................

I am pretty lucky. So..there he is...my son. Behind a Barrett 50 caliber sniper rifle.


Friday, March 21, 2008

Gonna Jack some Foo!

Yea...those were my wives exact words when she go this knife for her birthday.

"Baby, this is a good knife...ya know...just in case I need to jack some foo!"

LoL....that is so friggin hilarious!

Tuesday, March 11, 2008


So how many rounds could you go??

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Purple Mountains Majesty

I NEED THE MOUNTAINS!!!!!! I need to climb a 10,000 footer and breathe heavy and feel like my chest is going to cave in.


Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Yo YO yo!

Sup guys....Jeremy here. Thanks for letting me contribute! Looking forward to talking about manly things...cause lets face it, a female can only understand so much about us.
So...here I am. In Yakima, Wa during a training excercise. We were shooting the MK19 Automatic grenade launcher. It was sweet.
I am 29, father of a 2 1/2 year old boy, Cooper. Husband to Tiffany. And an INfantryman in the US Army.
Like I said...I am looking forward to posting stuff on here!!


As a fan of good ski videos- this one made my stomach turn a bit. The Austrian skier in the video had his lower leg amputated. This manblog post is not for the faint of heart.



Saturday, February 23, 2008

Lapse in my Manhood


Confession Time!!!! Last night I stepped into an alternate universe somehow. Around 9:00pm I found myself using my wifes face masque. Brand: NutriMin C. Masque: Deep Pore Cleansing. There were all sorts of feelings I had never had before; freshness, shine, cleanliness, beautiful aroma. It was a scary 10 minutes. But on the flip side, my skin is smooth and suculent..........arrrgghhhh what the hell am I saying?

My advice gentlemen. Stay away from the Deep Pore Cleansing Masque.


Tuesday, February 19, 2008

First Chair

Sure. The term "first chair" gets thrown around a lot like, "raining cats and dogs" or " hot water burn baby." But do you really mean it. Well here is a photo of a first chair. nobody in front of you. Center punch Main Bowl and believe me there was no chad hanging baby! Knee Deep. Man blog worthy. Thanks to my friend Mr. Pete "I only took three turns 'cause it was so deep " Jones for sharing the day.


Saturday, February 9, 2008

I must give props


That is the biggest snowman I have ever seen. You should have tried to form tackle that thing to knock it down. I love the pics. I got high expectations for you next year. You have to go bigger than that one. I expect to be there to help you out.


Monday, January 28, 2008

MAN vs Wild

There I was staring face to face with the great beast. I jumped out of the Expedition, the same vehicle I killed a bear with the year before, and proceeded toward the mighty creature. We were in Sun Valley on a deserted road behind the mountain. It was close to midnight and the only weapon I had was my cunningness. As I labored through the thigh deep snow toward him, he lunged at me as if to say, "Are we doing this? You and me bra!" I let out a yelp and was back in the car with the doors locked in about .003 seconds!
~this is a true story
~A Man Blog


My son Ryder is potty training- what I have found most difficult is when you go to wipe his scrawny little butt, he clinches up so tight I couldn't get a toothpick in there. Hence, incomplete cleaning- which leads to tire tracks. Apparently this does not bother him. I hate potty training-fortunately Melissa is all excited about it...so I play "slow to react" which only happens once. She takes him to the potty most of the time now.


Man Blog Beginnings...

A calling to blog! To all gentlemen who are married, and/or married with child(ren). This blog has been created for all of us who want to express something irrelevent or unneccesary but don't have someone (mainly people we share a bed with) who could appreciate it. I harken to the glory days...junior high- a time of irreverent stupidity, when all was fodder and people of the opposite sex never paid attention anyway. I envision this blog as a return to 7th grade, sans testosterone imbalance, where we are free to rant, joke, rave, cry, laugh, spill, and speak. One rule, no bad talking of immediate family (wife and children), all others are game:) This blog is open for posting- send me an email (motormike5@gmail.com) and I will add you as an author. Enjoy!