Mike Munhall

Construction:

Assembled (Sans Sand, Sans Stain):

Stained:

800 Lbs. of Sand:

Buried Treasure:

Finished:

Well Stained:

Blood, Sweat, Tears, Blister:

Worth Every Penny, Every Blister:

Post Sandbox Bath in the Kitchen Sink:

… and Lunch:

Optional Accessory #1: Tent:

Optional Accessory #2: Cover:

This awesome B-17 bomber spent an entire afternoon flying over our house (very low over our house) a few weekends ago. It was part of an airshow at Centennial airport. Apparently, if you made a donation to the museum you got a free ride in the plane. I got awesome views of the bomber all day as I was building Anna’s sandbox in the back yard.

Well, it’s not really a tornado, but it is a funnel cloud… right behind our house. I lived in Texas for 19 years and never saw a single tornado or funnel cloud until now… in Colorado… 9 years after leaving Texas. More pictures here.

$29.99 American = $29.99 Canadian

Here’s a video that Dorrie made for me of my Belgian Tripel-style ale fermenting in the brewery bathroom. This was early on in the fermentation. The bubbles came even more frequently (about 140/minute) later on.

Check out the inside of my face. Look at all the squiggly stuff. I don’t think it’s supposed to be like that.

Flying Dog Ales is an awesome brewery not only because they make great beer, or because the bottle labels contain illustrations by Ralph Steadman, or because the beer has been blessed by Hunter S. Thompson. It’s an awesome brewery because they have the best sense of humor. Here’s the rear label on their very tasty Road Dog Porter:

“We spent four long years in court fighting for our first amendment right to display the phrase ‘Good Beer, No Shit’ on every bottle of Road Dog. In honor of sticking it the man…

This shit is some dark, rich and malty shit. The best shit you’ll ever try and that’s no bullshit.”

Amen.

This is what the beer festival does to good people.

I’m not quite sure what was going on with that lip balm.