Frayed 2007

NOTE: this is 2018 and I'm cleaning out the drafgs archive. It not only is what it is, it was what it was. I'll preview it...briefly...enjoy.

Pat Baker is a small town sheriff. His son, Kurt, is a deranged young man with a dark secret. Sheriff Baker's worst nightmare comes true when Kurt escapes from a psychiatric hospital where he was locked away for the brutal murder of his mother thirteen years earlier. Gary, a hospital security guard, sets out into the woods to stop him, but soon finds himself relentlessly hunted by the deranged psychopath intent on killing him and anyone who crosses his path. Sheriff Baker launches an intense search to find his son, only to discover that his daughter, Sara, and her friends are camping in the same woods where Kurt has escaped. Kurt's psychosis escalates, as does his vengeful killing spree, culminating in a terrifying, climactic confrontation with Kurt, the sheriff and his family.  




I put this movie in, exciting to watch the scary movie. And then I remembered I seen it before. Don't get me wrong it is very very good.

Well I'm not watching anyway. It's St. Patrick's Day and I have a big bowl of potatoes and cabbage corn beef with a nice I P a beer to go with it a microbrewery from Oregon makes. Very very tasty.

Now as you hold out for dessert. Coconut cream pie. Marie calendars brand.

I think I'll have my pie with milk not fear, even if it is St. Patrick's Day.

The youngest one is playing World of Warcraft.

Head is watching something on TV.

The oldest is watching a video game tournament.

No one misses me. Doesn't that make me like.

I tried to make pretzels this afternoon. Something went wrong. Not enough flour? Too much oil? They tasted okay but looked like hell. I cut my losses by making some of them to bonds. Dragon, don't start with the. Start with me. I made pretzel buns. While cooking the corned beef, I grilled some chicken. I will make sandwiches tomorrow for lunch out of the chicken and pretzel buns.

NOTE: from 2018...not much has changed. That is how I spend most of my St. Pats Holidays. I'll finish with a picture dump from my current collection..

Believe ot or not, when I see these two, I think of my Dad. He was far from a hippie much less a pot head, but he had Cheech and Chongs Bib Bamboo on eight-track adn I listend to it kathunk through the skits a million times...thanks Dad!

 .
Big ol' good 'ens and good ol' big 'ens.

Feeding her the 'D'..the D-orbital.

Like every body else...