W. Buckland visit
Yes, Wade. You knew it was going to happen. Your photo is on my blog. You may be mad or you may be embarrassed, but I think you will get over it. I am sorry for cropping myself out of the photo…I looked like crap. You, on the other hand, look fantastic and having me in the frame took away from your good looks. Thanks for stopping by for beerz and burritoz. We can’t wait to have you come back!
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My dad stopped through Oakland last Sunday before he had to drive back to SoCal. We had a very special father/daughter moment. We went out for brunch and had pumpkin pancakes and crepes, then headed back to my apartment to do the one thing I had been dying to do: watch the Raider/Bronco game together. I don’t know what my problem is this year, but I have really been into football. While Cooper edits photos of pretty ladies in bridal gowns, I am watching football, burping, eating chips, and drinking beer (not all the time, just on occasion). It was really a treat to get to watch the game with my papa because he is a football genius and knows how tall every player is, how much they weigh, when they were signed to play for each team, what their special skills are…and he calls an event before it happens. At one point during a commercial we were watching two other teams play and he said, “Watch this guy. He will receive the kickoff and run it all the way back.” And he did. It was a beautiful day outside and we could have been out walking or something, but the time spent watching the game with my dad is a moment I will remember forever. Thanks, papa.