Kerosene

Wildman let me borrow a kerosene heater for my garage to see if it is something I would be interested in buying.
This weekend I decided it would be a good time to try it out.After an especially rough day at work, lack of success with my errands after work, and a headache, the night got even more interesting.

I go to Walmart to find a blue container for Kerosene. Naturally I cannot find one. Ever notice how guys are like that? They look and look and look and finally yell back to their wife that they can’t find something, and when she comes into the room…POOF…there it is. Right where she said it would be. But anyways.
I decide to ask where the blue containers are at, and was informed that they did not have any.So I bought a red one and figured I would sneak it by the gas station people.
Back in Ohio I could get away with that so long as I wrote KEROSENE on it.

Feeling especially bold, I walked into the gas station, holding the red container. I asked for one gallon of kerosene.
I had the nozzle of the pump into the container when some meat head started yelling at me. ‘Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to hang up the nozzle’.
I asked him why, playing dumb.
He informed me that it was a state law that I had to have a blue container, so I told him that I would put it in a blue container when I got home.
He then proceeds to yell again and walk to the back of my vehicle and begins to write down my license plate. I asked what he was doing and he tells me ‘Sir, if you pump that into a red container I will be forced to notify the police.’

Visions of police officers filled my head.
Something like this:He frantically calls the cops and yells hysterically into the phone.
‘Yes, is this the police? There is a guy at our gas station and he is….he is….(gasp)….putting kerosene in a ….in a….I can barely say it….RED CONTAINER!!!!’
The police are naturally just as frantic.
‘OH MY GOD IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT? We’ll be right there!’
Suddenly I am surrounded by police officers at gunpoint, with the k-9 units, the fire department, and the HAZMAT crew.
I get charged for putting kerosene in a red container and get sentenced to 7 years in a maximum security state prison. With all the other kerosene violators…the scum of the earth.

So I look to this dude, in his floppy-eared hunting hat and ask if he is serious. He tells me that he is not trying to be ‘a dick’ but he can’t allow me to pump the kerosene.
My reply had finesse. I told him he need not try to be a dick, because he already was one. I walked in and got my money back.
While returning the gas can at Walmart, what do I see right out front? Blue containers. Good grief.
So I go out into the world with my new BLUE container, and to the gas station across the street from the kerosene Nazis. They tell me that they don’t happen to sell kerosene and that I need to go across the street. Fuck that.
SO I drove from station to station, and could not find kerosene.
Theresa calls while I am frantic on the road, and losing my temper quick.
She offers to help me find kerosene, and I accepted the offer, because I wasn’t getting anywhere.
I call the Shell station in the phone book and they tell me they do not have kerosene.
I get angry and walk upstairs to throw a fit.
Theresa calls another place and finds what I am looking for.

So we drove out to get it.
I walk in, and tell the girl I want 1.5 gallons of kerosene. She tells me she doesn’t know what it costs and proceeds to ask everyone in the damned place if they know. I decided to just pump the shit and come back to pay. She seemed to like that idea too.
Fine.
I go out to pump….and nothing happens. I try a few more times. Nothing.

By now I feel my blood pressure beginning to hurt. I am getting fairly frustrated.

I walk in and she asks if something is wrong. I just stand there, not saying a word, and then ask her to please turn the pump on, in my nicest voice possible. Then I tell her it is 2.96 per gallon and I want 1.5 gallons.

She gets a tiny calculator (maybe her register doesn’t have adding capabilities) and charges my card.

I go back out, and start pumping. Finally I start seeing some pink fluid fill my BLUE container.

At one gallon it shuts off. What the hell.

Once I accepted the fact that it wasn’t going to give me my extra half gallon and that I would need to walk all the way in to get the rest of my money……

I didn’t think I slammed the nozzle that hard. But when I slammed it into place, I broke the pump.

So I stood there for a minute, opened Theresa’s door and said ‘I broke the pump..we gotta go NOW.’

So we went home without my additional half gallon of kerosene.

At least when I got home the damned heater worked. Stinks like hell, though.

More Snow, New Car To Look At

I had to shovel once again.
I am thinking as it nears the end of the season would be when I'd seriously consider getting a snow blower. Who knows. I change my mind like the wind changes direction around here.

And I discovered a new vehicle to look at. I was into the Outback, but this Subaru Forester is way more butt kicking. It has a 2,400 lb towing capacity. Sa-weeeeet.
This weekend is a car show with every major dealer participating. I am definitely going. Hopefully, there are some good deals I did not know about. That would be excellent.

(The quest for 4 wheel drive continues...)

Snow & Car

Well. I found a few nice snow blowers on the cheap, and Wildman found some cheaper ones.
But, I later looked at what it would cost for a new vehicle and was immediately saddened and scrapped the idea of getting a snow blower. I just don't think there is any way of getting a new vehicle right away. Oh well.
Hopefully the black granny holds up, and the snow stops dropping so much this year.
But if it does keep dropping, I'll just be a man and shovel it.
If the black granny does die on me, I'll deal with buying a car of some sort at that time.
At least, that is the game plan for now.
We'll see how long it is before I change the plan again.

Shoveling

I had to shovel the driveway again today after work.
When I tried pulling into my driveway, the car got stuck with the rear end still hanging out.
It took forever to get all the snow cleared, and now my back is sore.

Yes, I pay for snow removal service as part of my townhouse contract. But let's just say the snow people suck arse.
I'm considering a used snow blower. Or, I just might get a wovel. It's the coolest, and probably the oddest thing I've come across in a while. Check out their site and see what you think.

Element

Today I decided I am going to look at some Honda Elements.
They aren't the manliest vehicles, but I never claimed to be much of a man.
The Element has all wheel drive (not quite as nice as four), a fuel efficient four cylinder engine, and a 1,500 lb. towing capacity. So it's towing capacity is not on the heavy side, but that's enough to pull a small trailer with a motorcycle on it.
So I'll keep looking at all vehicles, but this little tike has caught my eye. Time to start saving some cash.

Excellent

This is the most excellent microwave ever.
I can cook anything in 23 seconds.
I can melt gold.
I can sterilize water.
I can fit my entire refrigerator inside of it. I'm not talking about the food from inside the refrigerator...I'm talking about the whole thing.

Quest For 4X4 Continues

I want a 4X4 vehicle for battling the snow here in Snowville.

Last year, my Buick got stuck a few times in the snow.
An example is HERE.
This year, there has only been one incident where I was unable to make it up a hill, and the odd thing is, this has been a much harsher winter than last year.
So it appears my driving in this wacky snow has improved. Nevertheless, that one time I was unable to make it up a hill really bugs me. With 4 wheel drive, I think my ability to make it through the snow would be much better.
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I turned down the Dodge Nitro today. It is a GREAT price they offered me, but I haven't seen any Nitros on the road, the reviews for it online are poor, and the service department at my company told me that the Nitro they rented for a service trip sucked really bad. Plus, Chrysler-Dodge has been struggling to make quality vehicles for the last 10 years or so. For example, Jeeps have the highest problem rates of any vehicle it seems. So that ends that. The salesman was not happy.
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I went to a Toyota dealer today. Two words: Eff that.
Toyotas are great. My mother had an '82 Celica that I thought the world of. But, they have no deals, the selection sucks (at least at this dealer), and I don't care for most of the lineup from that manufacturer anyway. Tomorrow I am going to check out a Chevy dealer. We'll see.
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Past Car Posts:
http://www.outlandishbiscuit.com/2009/01/suv-im-considering.html
http://www.outlandishbiscuit.com/2009/01/car-woes.html
http://www.outlandishbiscuit.com/2008/12/car-woes.html
http://www.outlandishbiscuit.com/2008/04/cars-4-25-08.html
http://www.outlandishbiscuit.com/2008/04/new-truck.html

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I hope the Black Granny holds up while I browse for a replacement.

Wildman is sore from last night.

Surprisingly, I felt fine.
I'm a real man.

Chi

every now and then, theresa likes to straighten her hair.
she uses some flat iron. the above is the one she uses.
the plug kept tripping, so with my mad skills in appliance repair, i worked my magic and she is back in business.

i am pooped.

last night i rode out to wildman and amber's house in cleveland to help them box thangs up.

they are moving to a nice place out here in snowville.

it has been all day of lugging, packing, carrying, and slipping on the ice.

Oy.

SUV I'm Considering

I'm thinking of a Nitro, but waiting the weekend to think it over.

I never buy right away. I like pissing salespeople off.

Cheesy Biker Flick

I bought this while in Houston, and it came in the mail today.
It is such a cheesy film...I can't wait to watch it today.
A stogie and a cheesy movie. That's heaven to me.

Bree In The Snow

I couldn't get the video to post directly to my blog, but it is a great video.
Click here to view it.

Picture Mail From Theresa

"Look what she picked to watch a movie with."
(The psycho robot cat I got her for Christmas, and the elephant I got her from the circus.)

Theresa's Car

Theresa gets stuck in one inch of snow.
In fact, her car barely moves on dry pavement.
I think it has something to do with her having totally bald tires.
Today after work, Wildman and I swapped her tires around, but I don't think it did any good.
She drove my car today, and I was sure she would be ashamed to be seen in it. It's not as nice as hers. I figured as soon as she got out of the car, she would remark to the nearest stranger that it wasn't her car...just in the event that somebody noticed her getting out of it.
But, I guess driving it wasn't all that bad.
She had to clean it, though. It really bothered her.
Hey. I like dirt and finger nails on the floor. I like fast food bags under the seat.
I like my car to smell like ass.
But. She didn't.
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In truth, I'm just glad the car didn't die on her. I am looking at a truck tomorrow after work. We'll see how that goes.
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"i couldn't stand looking at your fingernails on the floor it was driving me nuts. so i rummaged your car for some change and i used it to clean out your car."

Couch Taters

Like we are in a trance.
When the TV is on, our brains are off.

Coffee Pot

Some research with the Z Man and I finally had things figured out.

I'm back in business. Perking pots like ca-razee.

Awesome Marsha Facebook

holy smokes.

awesome marsha is on facebook now.

that's cool!

Air Freshener

Wildman's wife sent me a link to the above air freshener.
Evidently she has witnessed my habits while driving.
Oops. My bad.

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Thanks for the suggestion Amber!
P.S. I owe you a gift for your shower. I apologize, but I clean forgot all about it!

(I'm a horrible friend. Just ask Wildman. He'll agree.)

Snow

I shoveled my half of the driveway today after work. I pooped out quicker than I thought I would, and didn't have the energy to do the nice thing and shovel my neighbor's side.

Lots of snow, and more to come. I just might get the chance to play with Bree and her sled before the season is over.
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P.S. The windshield wipers have held up today. No problems. Also, the new scraper is a super beast. It scrapes most excellently.

MutherEFFing Car

My car troubles have been well documented on this blog. So it's no secret that its becoming a total piece of shite lately. Well, tonight would get me even closer to junking it.
I dig my car out of all the snow that had built up around it to go see Theresa and Bryanna.

Then I took out my scraper (that I've had for ten years) and it immediately broke, sending a piece of plastic into my face. I finished scraping with half a scraper blade and got in and pulled out onto the road.
It was snowing lightly, so I turned on my wipers and the driver side arm only went up the windshield halfway, while the passenger side arm continued. So naturally they collided and the driver side blade ended up bent to hell, with half the rubber dangling off.

After getting back home from Theresa's, I tightened the nut that holds the arm in place, and it seemed to work, but the metal of the destroyed blade was scraping the windshield, so I went to Autozone to buy a new one.

I also bought the monster scraper shown in the above picture. Look how long this beast is. It is extendable, and shown in the extended position, but even at half size it is enormous. And check out the shop broom it has on the end opposite the scraper blade.
I figure if nothing else, I could use this big scraper to beat my crappy car to death.
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Hell Trip

Talk about the trip from hell.
I get on the propeller plane to fly from Erie to Cleveland, and the turbulence was so bad that I thought the lady next to me was going to puke. She was getting pretty white in the face, and she was not an Anglo.
The flight from Cleveland to Houston was also pretty bad. Right behind me was a baby that did not stop screaming until we were getting off the plane. No movie. And I forgot my Mp3 player, so all I heard was that baby. I imagined all sorts of mean things while on that flight. Shame on me, but it's the truth. When I got up to leave and turned around to see it happy and smiling, it took a lot of strength to keep from back handing it. The mom apologized for the noise and I lied and told her it was no big deal.
The airport was easy to get around in, and I found Marty by the luggage claim, with his luggage already. As we walked over to get mine, I saw my tool bag right away. After all the bags were gone, I still hadn't seen my suitcase. Not only were all my clothes in it, but some of the equipment I needed for the project was in it too.Turns out it was put on the wrong plane and I would need to get it delivered to the hotel. Good grief.
We left the airport and turned on the GPS to find our way to the hotel. The GPS kept turning off on its own, telling us we were always off route, and then stopped talking altogether. We weren't messing with the sound or anything, and it just decided to not talk to us anymore. So we are driving in a straight line for a long time until I looked over at the damned thing to find out we were off route and it did not tell us.
After we got it all straightened out, and we found the hotel, we needed something to eat. It was all the same shite, with it going bonkers the whole time. We finally turned off the GPS, found the diner we were looking for the old fashioned way, and got back to the hotel after eating. As we got out of the car, we heard the GPS talking in the glove box, telling us to take the next left. That was the first time we found out it randomly turns itself on and starts talking whenever it feels like. (It would do it a few more times during the week.)
The next day my luggage was behind the front desk. My suitcase looked beat to shite, and it seemed right from the start that the day was going to be just as wacky as the previous day. We made it to the shop, and began our work. Everything we did took longer than expected, had the strangest problems, and seriously frustrated me. Marty remained calm for most of it, but I could tell that even he was struggling to keep up his demeanor.
The PLC had serious problems, and tech support gave me false info on fixing it. I had to fix it myself, and called back in to find that they had realized they misinformed me, and apologized. A lot of good it did for me, because I lost a day over it. The temperature controller needed some things changed that I overlooked when programming it, but the documented examples would not work for me no matter what I tried. I called in to the temperature dudes, and they swore up and down that I had to have something wrong. So, another day went to the wayside while I tried to get it to work.
The next morning they called me to tell me that they were wrong and needed to update their manual. Another useless apology for me.
To add insult to injury, I waited on the phone with the plc tech support for forty minutes, only to have them answer...and my phone locked up as soon as I started talking. It didn't die on me. It just....locked up. No buttons would respond, the screen wouldn't shut off....it just....froze on me. Marty stopped my arm when i went to throw it across the shop. It never did that before to me, and thankfully it didn't do it again during the remainder of the trip. And if not for him my phone would have been launched into oblivion.
To make matters even worse, we were continuously working around production. We were supposed to have the machine without interruption, but after cancelling on them three times, I think we have no room to complain that they changed the plan a little. But it was still stressful with them constantly reminding me that they needed to get production out, and we would lose time at the end of each night to set them up to run again.
Needless to say, the trip was not successful. On Friday I found out that I was going to come back to Erie and have a meeting about the project, and what we need to do to make it successful. I have felt as though my job is on the line since finding out that news.
So we went home Friday night, and were planning on simply going to a little bar to eat and go to bed, when the machine's operator named Brian, called Marty's phone and invited us to dinner. Neither of us really felt like going to a stranger's house. Instead of telling Brian a straight answer, Marty tells him that I was the boss and had to decide. So he handed me the phone, and kept shaking his head no, to tell me he did not want to go. But Brian got fairly upset (as appears to be common with oriental people when you turn down an offer of hospitality), and I told him I might have dinner at his place when I came back to Texas. His words went word for word like this:
"But no Marty. You don't want Marty to see my house?"
That's an exact quote.
I held the phone away from my head and told Marty he was getting upset, and Marty agreed to go.
So we went. A short visit turned into an all night er, but in the end we were actually glad to have gone. We told each other stories from our past, joked, ate good food, and realized that while we all came from different places we weren't all that different. We left that night, and I felt relaxed for the first time since I had set foot in Texas.
The next morning we checked out, got gas in the truck, and ate at Taco Bell for breakfast. We fought with the GPS to get to the airport, and made it just on time for our flights. I shook Marty's hand and thanked him for all his help, and he told me to keep in touch.
As I sat on the plane, I thought of a lot of things. I thought of my girls, my mother, my job, and my desire to never fail. Feeling as though I had failed really bothered me on the flight home.
We were entering our final descent into Cleveland when we hit some minor turbulence. Above my head in the stow compartment, I heard a familiar voice.
"Off route. Recalculate?"
The damned GPS woke up and decided it was time to start talking again. Par for the course on the trip from hell.
My company can take that thing and throw it away for all I care. Good riddens, you piece of crap.

Brian's House

From left to right: Marty 'The Party', Paul J., & Brian.
It was an excellent night.
Brian's wife made the best food, we joked until it was late at night, and got to know our new friend better that night.
The B-Man called us on our way to the airport to wish us a good trip back, and said I'd have to come by again when I am in Houston next.
Thanks for the hospitality, Brian. You made our night!
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Buick Replacement

Wildman has left a new comment on your post "": Here ya go. Buick replacement - no problem getting around Erie! And I think you'll recognize this car!!!http://erie.craigslist.org/pts/995885474.html

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Good looking out, Wildman! Of course I remember this car!

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For reference, click HERE.

Crap In A Box

My first experience with Jack In The Box.
We stopped there to get me something to eat on the way to the job site.
It was horrible. It was so bad, that McDonald's is better. That's right...Dickey Doo's is better.

Not the kind of brekkie (breakfast) I was looking for.
I should have just done what Marty 'The Party' does. He just drinks orange juice in the morning.
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It turns out that I am going home on time, but I will be returning soon.
There are some heavy thoughts on my mind right now, but at least I'll great a break before getting hammered again. And to celebrate partial success & going home, The Party and I are going to chill with Brian in a bit. Brian is the operator of the machine we are working on, and it looks like our new friend. We're going to have dinner.
Which is good, because I need to get rid of the Crap In A Box taste from my mouth still.

The one good thing about this trip was supposed to be nice weather.

While nicer than Erie, it still isn't all that pleasant.

But, all these Texas boys are freaking out about it, while I'm pretty much right at home.

Watching The House

Theresa and Bryanna are watching my house for me while I am away.
They are making sure Wrigley and Rose get plenty of water, and that nobody steals my mail.
Which is cool. I'd hate to lose all that junk mail.
But, the house sitting hasn't gone completely smooth, as evident in the above picture. Bree is prone to fits of rage from time to time. About every five minutes, I think.
(Cinco minutos, for my friend Marty 'The Party'.)
Well, even if she is making ugly faces, I still miss her. I can't wait to be back home, whenever that may be.

this temperature sensor is the shit.

but the rest of the project sucks total ass.

nothing is going right, the customer is making things worse, and going home when i was supposed to is looking impossible.

to make matters worse, it looks like the guy i came down here with is going to be sent somewhere else, so i get to be stuck down here by myself. great.
there's not even hot ladies to look at down here. it's all hairy guys with handle-bar mustaches, tattoos, southern drawls, and pickup trucks. not much for eye-candy, i should say.

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i went shopping with marty 'the party' last night. he is originally from mexico. so when we went to a shopping center called 'fiesta', he was right at home. i couldn't understand any of the music played over the loudspeaker system, and was the only white guy in the whole place. but he was loving every minute of it.

check out the hispanic goodness at:
http://www.fiestamart.com/
you'll love it. it's actually an awesome place to shop at.

think of kc and the sunshine band:
i wanna put on...
my my my my my boogie shows.

since we don't have steel toed boots, these are what we get to wear all day.
we wore them for 13.5 hours today. long day. a lot of problems.
still haven't gotten far on this project.
but at least my legs feel 20 pounds lighter now that i am not wearing my robot shoes.

but my thoughts outweigh the robot sneakers by far.

this is the trip from hell.

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long day today. tomorrow may prove to be longer.
at least there are palm trees here.
the weather isn't bad, but the driving is.
all we have done so far is u-turns. it should be the u-turn state, and not the lone star state.

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my luggage came in this morning.
that was a relief.

well i am in texas.

my luggage isn't.

they aren't sure what happened to it.

supposedly it is going to be delivered to my hotel room before midnight.

the gps unit i borrowed for this trip had some hilarious results. i'll share those later.

so i'm just going to lay down until they knock on my door.

There are still piles of snow out there, but at least it stopped dropping.
It's colder than usual in my apartment this morning, and the heat is running like crazy.
But it's certainly warmer inside than out.
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Issued by The National Weather Service Cleveland, OH 10:44 am EST, Sat., Jan. 10, 2009
... WINTER STORM WARNING REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 1 AM EST SUNDAY...
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I don't think I am going to have Theresa take me to the airport tomorrow.
The weather is too bad. I'll drive myself.

nobody's fool

watched this last night with theresa.
not sure if she liked it or not.
but it really was nice to watch it again for me.
paul newman is amazing in this film, as is ms. tandy.

Packing

laptops, cables, software, tools...
i need an army to carry everything i'm taking.

i'm leaving sunday morning for texas.

i hope theresa goes to church and says a prayer or two for me.

it's not going to be an easy job.
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Tagged

It seems the best way to get hold of my friend Ed is though a friend network called Tagged.

So I created an account some time ago with my home town as the zip code.

I later created one with an Erie zip code, but ended up with some weirdos messaging me.

Anyways, check out tagged sometime. I think it is better than Myspace. Myspace has just gotten too far out of hand with all the weird profile templates and drama that you tend to find there. At least, I found it.

I added a link to my tagged account under my 'Contact Me' section of this blog.
Boy, Ed is sure popular there.

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I certainly hope blogger fixes the current issue they are having with photo uploading. After a few tries I went to the 'known issues' section of the blog dashboard, and saw that there is a bonafide issue with the picture upload feature.
Bummer.

Coffee Pot

On/Off switch on the coffee pot broke today.
When it rains it pours.
Well. I'll fix it. Bit of a bummer, though.
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Car Woes

After $1400.00 of money dumped into the car, things have gotten worse.
When the car shifts, it now slips back into the previous gear a few times before successfully shifting. My transmission seems to be going on me.
The fluid is full and appears to be clean, so I guess it is time to get rid of it.
A financial bind is in the near future.

The Adventure's Final Stages (Braces Saga)

They put a permanant retainer on the inside of my lower jaw today.
Next time around, the bottom braces come off.
If all goes according to plan, I get the tops off in March.
It is getting closer....

End Of Another Season

Well, I survived yet another season of Christmas, The New Year, and my birthday.
It comes faster and faster each year, and seems to become more of a blur every time.
So today is the day I took down the decorations, well - most of them.
Part of me is sad it's over. Another part of me is relieved to have lived through it.
With enough blessing, I'll be around to see next year's season.
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Church

Went to church for the first time here in Erie.
Theresa took me to hers. It was an experience, to say the least.
It's a pretty nice place, and the pastor seems to make things interesting.
So we'll see where this goes!

Quintessential Paul

it has been a long time.
a good friend of mine and i are back in contact with one another.
we knew each other as far back as when i had first started my previous job, and she was an embalmer. yep. an embalmer.
i pulled yet another disappearing act on her and several others about the time this blog started.
i had my reasons.

i promise not to disappear again, genny.

Dishwasher

I got pretty tired of having a big paperweight for a dishwasher. I mean, part of the so-called 'luxuries' I pay for here are the appliances, lawn care, snow removal, and 24-hour emergency maintenance. The appliance portion, like all the rest, has let me down several times. First my garbage disposal springs leaks all over the place, and then the dishwasher fails to work.
I refuse to call the repair dudes, because I used their services right after moving in to have them fix my screen door. They only wanted to come over during my working hours, and asked permission to enter without me being there. I gave them permission, and came home to find muddy foot prints all over the beige carpeting. Even funnier, the foot prints went up my stairs.

Last I checked, my screen door isn't up there.

So I took matters into my own hands when I installed my washer and had to swap plugs because somebody put a stove plug downstairs. (I'm not calling them butt-heads to have them tour my place anymore while I am out.) And the same was true for this morning when I looked at the dishwasher and decided that I have had it. It was time for this piece of crap to work.
I pulled it out from the wall, which was very hard. I checked all the hoses, cranked some valves, hit the sunnofabitch a few times, cursed like a sailor, and shoved it back into place.
I pic above is of me, just before I pushed the ON button to see if it would work.
Oh yeah. I'll beat the ass of any appliance until it works.
Believe that.

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Previous Dishwasher Reference Can Be Found
HERE
The next project will be that garbage disposal.

Royalty

fun at the castle with the princess

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NYE

New Year's Eve was a blast this year. We were dressed to the nines, and the envy of the party.
Theresa brought her boogie skills, especially during Rob Base's 'It Takes Two'. She also boogied in the 'Electric Slide', and the 'Cha Cha Slide'.

I had forgotten my boogie skills, so i just brought my machismo, as evident in the above picture. Nah, I'm playing...of course I boogied too. I showed them fools out there what's up.

My appeal made the ladies swoon, men jealous, and the world record for the sexiest man at a New Year's party, ever.

Bryanna has evidently been watching me too much lately. She enjoys a brew at her party. Brings a tear of pride to my eyes.

Surgeon General's warning? What's that? Heck, she can't even pronounce that, so let's just forget it exists. This chick is super hot while she puffs away.
She's a party animal just like the rest of us.

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Happy New Year, eveyone. Hopefully nobody is offended with the pictures only meant as a joke.