We've gotten in touch with our inner hicks!

Celebrating, Kenai style! It was Coda's birthday, and I just had to go "four by'en," because it's my favorite thing to do in Alaska. Everything was going well, until we (Ruben) tried to go over a mound which turned out much softer than he expected. We were "high-centered." (I love my new lingo!) There we were with lots of time to kill while Coda went to get his truck to rescue us, and Kristie and I decided that this was the time to begin our modeling careers. And you, dear blog readers, are the first viewers of the resulting photos.
In between the truck photos is a photo of me, Ruben, Kristie, and Coda at a bar, celebrating Coda's birthday the way all birthdays should be celebrated:
with shots!
If you're into getting dirty, drinking, and being around dead animials in bars, Alaska is the place for you! If you think last call should be around 4:30 am, and that coffee should flow from anywhere it physically can... again, Alaska might be a place to consider.
Dead animals are the centerpiece of any decorating scheme here. The airport in Kenai: filled with dead animals. The gift shops: displaying large dead animals (if the shops are classy). And the bars: the proud homes of many a dead moose.
Kristie and I are both enjoying our job. One of the exciting parts about criminal law is the truly gory photographs that you come across. At my job last summer, I used to thumb through crime scene photos in my spare time. At my current job, I've taken a real liking to autopsy photos. Nothing says fun like photographs documenting the internal organs of the deceased. We also have come across naked photographs of over-weight, middle-aged men. One of the attorneys in our office suggested using the photos as the basis for a motivational poster promoting abstinence. Personally, I'm considering compiling a poetry collection from homocide reports. Any takers?