End Of The Week

I spent my work week surrounded by paperwork, schematics, and a growing task list.

It's been a good week.

But I'm glad it's the weekend.

***

Pizza Hut was the chosen eatery for the end-of-the-week lunch.  There were some heavy hitters present, as usual.

Meep, Willy, Z, Wildman, RM, and myself all ate too much pizza and salad.

It's a weekly celebration that helps me unwind from the work week.

I'm glad we do it.

Man, That Bill Collector

Man, that bill collector's been looking for me

Leaving notes on my screen door for all to see

Knocking on my windows while I hide behind my couch

My car is in the driveway but he don’t know I’m here

A boot's been put on it, I can't get it to steer

Knocking on my windows while I hide behind my couch

Them Credit Card Companies been calling me

Leaving them voicemails as nasty as can be

He’s still at my windows while I hide behind my couch

Damn landlord’s here, looking for his rent

Way passed due but all my moolah’s been spent

Dude still at my windows while I hide behind my couch

Landlord on the porch and phone ringing off the hook

Collector at the window and me still in my nook

All coming at me while I hide behind my couch

My car’s booted up, on foot I wont get far

So I’m hiding where all my dirty socks are

Knocking on my windows while I hide behind my couch

Yeah, knocking on my windows while I hide behind my couch

(Late 2006)

A few nights ago my twitter account was finally unlocked.  You ever tried unlocking one of those?  Sheesh.

To put it simply, I got "hacked" more or less.

Thank you very much, to whom it may concern.

Credit card accounts, gas bill, electric bill, sewar bill, phone bill, and the list goes on.  I was locked out of them all.

Worst part?  It was somebody who knows me that did it.

Maybe it's karma, or somebody I ticked off.  That doesn't narrow it down much since the list of people I've disgruntled is longer than Romney's list of bank accounts.

So nice going, whoever it was.

You could have at least paid my electric bill for me.  That would have been nice.

Deaf Leading The Blind

You give the answers,

But they give the orders,

Like deaf leading the blind,

In a place without borders.

Our motto is to assume,

This motto we stress,

Everyone we deal with,

Is an idiot or less.

Our designs anticipate this.

A skill we hone,

At times the bigger idiot,

Is one of our own.

Half bumbling around,

The other half running scared,

Unable to execute timely,

From being unprepared.

Working with no plan,

And hoping to prevail,

But failure to plan,

Is just planning to fail.

2009

"Is that guy all right"?

OK lady, with the stank feet.

My reply:

Wouldn't you like to know?

I'll Call You Ralph

The Dude goes by his middle name at work, because when he was hired there were "too many other people with the same first name", according to him.

Today I asked if I could call him by his first name.

He replied that I couldn't because he only liked his mother using his first name.

I told him that I would call him Frank then.

Immediately and I mean immediately, he replied "fine, I'll call you Ralph".

I guess it was one of those situations where you just had to be there.  Because it was hilarious.

The Dude is the greatest man I've ever worked with.

Free Stuff Is Great

It's been windy for the last two nights.

And tonight I hit the jackpot as a result.

Free orange barrel in my yard.  Sweet.

Oddly enough, there aren't any barrels on my street.  So this thing must have come a long way.

All I have to do is find a use for it.

Po Po Podiddlio Again

I've been driving around with one headlight for a few weeks now.  I think it's mostly out of being too lazy to replace the bulb.  But I'd like to think that instead, it's because I'm such a rebel.

Well, tonight I finally went and bought the bulb(s).  I figure I'll just replace them both.

No mo' po po podiddlio.

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Range Trip

G27.  Check.

Ammo.  Check.

Stick.  Check.

Chef.  Check.

***

Chef and I went to the range today.  I brought another full load out of ammo and firearms.

The G27 bruised my middle finger pretty good.  My grip was way off today.  But it ran perfect.

The PT is still the jam-o-matic.

The JHP is still flawless, putting big .45 caliber holes in the targets.

This is how you spend a Sunday, without a doubt.

Man-Date

About a week ago, I was asked how I felt about watching LastName for a few hours.

Pretty much, being asked this had nothing to do with the Ninja wanting to shove me into being Mr. Dad or anything, but instead, she was sort of out of options for people to watch him.

So last night I hung out with him.

Now, I wasn't all alone.  The Chef was upstairs in his room, and popped in every now and then.  He even coached me through the first diaper changing (even though it's an unpleasant experience I had many times before.)

We also hung out with him for a while in his room, and watched part of a manly action flick.

Things went pretty smooth, for the most part.  I mean hey, he's a baby so he doesn't really care if he gives you a hard time or not.  But he seemed to love hanging with me, overall.

We:

• Played super baby.  He seems to think it's awesome to fly around the house.  Actually I would love to fly around the house too, so maybe I can talk the Chef into flying me around one day.

• Changed diapers.  He always had a smile on his face when it was changing time.  It was one of those "I made something special JUST FOR YOU smiles."  Ugh.

• Played the slobber game.  At least he played it.  I learned early on NOT to lift him above me.  Because he smiles, and drops slobber in your (my) open mouth.

• Contemplated the meaning of life.  I rambled on and on about physics and motorcycles, and he would smile and giggle.  So I am pretty much convinced that he agreed with me on all topics.

• Watched part of "Faster", starring Dwayne Johnson.  I can't be sure, but the fact that LastName's eyes were fixated on the screen so much means he liked the movie.  As he should, because men are supposed to like action movies.  It's actually in the man code, you know.

• Checked out the plethora of cool, odd, and simply ridiculous toys that LastName has.  Some of them still perplex me.  I can't figure out what they are supposed to do, be used for, or teach the kid.  But hey, he likes them so that's all I cared about.  As long as he wasn't throwing a fit, those seemingly meaningless toys were a Godsend.

In review, I suppose the diaper changing was the worst part of it.  Which that was expected.

The best part?  Knowing that when Ninja came home, she found LastName alive and well, and was happy that he was cared for by a true pro.

And hopefully I scored points for taking time out of my jam-packed, busy and important schedule (HA!) to watch him.

I give myself points, at least.

***

Totally Sweet Shirt

It took longer than a few days to get around to taking a picture.  Oops.

This is a great shirt!

Friday

Chinese buffet for lunch!

Z, VC, Dave G, Wildman, RM, Meep, and myself ventured out to celebrate a difficult but successful work week.

We work together and get things done.

And we celebrate together.

It's a great thing.

Greg's Phone

Showing off his phone, big man Greg snapped a pic of pure manliness.

Yes, this look comes natural for me.

Locked accounts and failed cupcakes.

I tried to do everything I could think of over them damn cupcakes too.  To no avail.

Rough night.

Momma said there'd be days like this.

this bothered the dude today.

This kid knows how to have fun.

His moves will inspire you.

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDIQyWWL810