Grey!

I was attempting to trim the beard tonight.
I am not very good at it, but it keeps it from turning into the Jeremiah Johnson beard.
As I was scanning for long hairs I noticed one especially long one that was super duper blond.  And I mean super duper.
Then I started to wonder if it was blond at all.  So I plucked it.  Ouch.
I looked at it closely and...uh oh.  Grey.
Well hey, I got the little bastard so hooray for me!
I continued the trimming and...wouldn't you know...the grey hair's little brother was lurking all the way on the other side of my face.  Pluck.  Ouch.
Needless to say, after 5 plucks followed by 5 ouches I just sat down in the chair and accepted defeat.
Bummer.
Just for men?  Nah.  I may not grow old gracefully, but I'm not doing anything like that.
It's just time to get old.
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Everytime You Buy From Jupmode God Saves A Kitten

Whoa.

The models are getting hotter all the time.

(No, I still don't want to die, Rohn.)

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Y'all head over to jupmode.

They'll take care of you there.

Full Nasty

A bottle of Crown isn't enough for my main man Rohn.

So Dude, just go full nasty with Beam.

Ruins the liver, dulls the senses, ruins the next day, but at the same time seems to solve all of life's problems.

Keep it real Rohn.

I got mad love fo' ya'.

Word.

(Yeah, I'm gangsta and I know you envy it.)

Favorite Place

Your favorite place

I wish I was there

Icy breeze in our faces

Sunlight everywhere

Too little time

yet so much shared

your favorite place

I wish I was there

I've been rather dazed.

Passing out on people lately.

Unable to be sure if I did something or not, so I do it five times over.

And I've been sober.  With an exception.

All these hours at work.  I see others working just as many and they are fine.

But I wonder if they have the same symptoms as me when they get home.

Crunch time has come.
Bad Ass Billy G. has dropped the hammer on me and told me it is time to bust ass.
Not that I haven't been already, but his scare tactics are well placed.
We suddenly have orders pouring in.
I'm at my wits end.
Bring it.
I'm not easy to break.

A lot has ended tonight.
Moochers, liars, drama-drivers, and idiots.
Gone.
Some who do not fit the above description went too.
But they're gone as well.
It's time to lay low.
And go about my business.

Friday the gang was celebrating "Party Friday" again.  The Dude missed the previous week, but came with us this time.
That made my work day.
He and I ate some weird meatballs that left a horrible taste in my mouth for the rest of the day.
That kinda unmade my work day.

Today the Dude and I strolled across the shop to get some pop.
He seemed sad.
I asked if there was anything wrong, and he said he didn't understand the question, in typical Dude form.

Life!

The game of life was completely refreshing.

My power went out, but it was still fun!

(Damn electricity.)

When the simple things in life still make you happy, you know things are still going A-OK.

And they are.

Pro Ass Meeting

The first Pro Ass meeting of the year happened tonight!

Neil, Willie (formerly HCSD), Wildman, Peebs, Meep, Brett (who will from now on be Big Dipper), and the rest of the classic crew were there.

Naggy let us down by not showing up, however.

There was a guest speaker that was part of a conservationist / fishing organization.  I can't say I ever paid fishing much attention before, but it was a really interesting presentation.

Willie and I texted obnoxious texts to one another through the night, everyone ate the bad food and drank, and we all had a good time.

The Pro Ass is always a good time.

Maniac

I was awakened somewhere around 1:30AM this morning.
I sat straight up in bed.
I guess I wasn't completely sure what startled me, but I kept thinking of my front door (this was all within a few seconds)...then I heard a door close, and I got out of bed. I heard foot steps coming up stairs, and got out of the bed, opened the top dresser drawer, racked the slide on the .45 and stood there pointing the gun at the bedroom door.
After standing there for about a minute, and certain somebody had to be standing at the top of the stairs, I started to make my way to the bedroom door when I heard some knocking noise in my closet.
Then it occured to me that it must be somebody next door.
Now, I have forgotten to mention on this blog that Freddo moved out about a week ago.
Sorry.  So there's that update: Freddo's gone.
So with the place being empty I thought this was odd and decided to inspect.
I remained cautious when approaching the door of my room because, hey, better safe than sorry.  Then I went down the stairs into the livingroom and out the front door.  Once I got around to the driveway I was kind of perplexed because I didn't see a car.
Then I walked to where the window into the garage was at and peeked in.  Sure enough there was a car there.
At some point I looked down and noticed I was still holding my gun.
Uh oh.  Right on a busy street in my yard with a gun.  So I went back into the house and tried to go right back asleep, but with all the adrenaline and the racket going on over there it was difficult.
I woke up this morning to an even greater shock.  As I opened my eyes I discovered that my gun was sitting on the night stand, pointing directly at my face, with the live round indicator on.
So I guess I shouldn't worry too much about an intruder killing me, seeing as I might end up accidentally blowing my face off sometime.
While perking coffee and getting something to eat, there was still noise coming from the other apartment.  Gee wiz.  Who comes over at 1:30, and walks around the place clanging and banging like a mad person?

I should have shot through the closet.  Maybe then I could have slept better.
But all my future nights would be spent with a guy named Bubba as my cell mate and sleeping might be pretty challenging then too.
So I'll just put up with the racket.

Sheesh.

Fool

Well here it is.

Awesome always warned me never to loan money out unless I wouldn't want it back.

Well.  I suppose I always had the hopes that people would keep their word when I loaned it to them.

Over the past year, a lot of money has left my account to help others.

And I mean a lot.

It's a funny thing.  Suddenly they stop talking to you.

Then they delete you from the social network you are both on, or if they do talk to you they rush off as fast as they can, or pick a fight, or whatever.

And now, with all the recent blunderings and unexpected bills I ran into, are any of them there to help?

Nah.  They have all just disappeared.

Paul J.  The fool.

And of course tax time is coming up.  I get to pay out the rear thanks to being a child care provider.  I get to be taxed on what the state paid me, in addition to being taxed on money I never received from the parent.

Talk about insult to injury.

Being a nice guy has never paid off for me.

But the good news is, the back is feeling better.  I'm pretty grateful for that.

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Trains

I had dinner at the Widfamily's place tonight.  It was really good to see them.

Wildman spent over an hour playing with a train set with his son, which may not have been the greatest entertainment for me but his son loved it.

OK, I did too.

They are really good parents.

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Ice Scraper

I had a sweet folding scraper for almost ten years.

It broke and flung pieces into my face a few years ago.

Afterwards I bought a mondo scraper to replace it.

That one broke on me too.  I guess the winters here are a bit rough on scrapers.

I bought a black one last winter and it was doing a pretty good job until I left it in the rental car I got when the Santa Gay was being repaired.

So I had to buy yet another one tonight.

Sheesh.

Maybe I should have bought five.

Santa Gay Facelift

The Santa Gay is looking like a million and one bucks.

They even cleaned it, and organized all my junk in it.

I had wondered where some of the things had ended up at, so it was nice of them to find them for me!

They made sure to put my Norah CD on the console for me, so that I could relax to some smooth tunes on my way back to work.

Funny part is, it seemed like such a huge car after driving the tiny rental for a week and a half.

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Back Woes

I went to the doctor today to have my spine x-rayed.  My back has been bothering me for a few weeks.

The doctor was really nice, and the x-ray technician was smoking hot.

It was a bit of a rough visit though.  I basically had to disrobe in order to get my x-rays.

At least I had clean boxers on.

Thank God.

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old school

I broke out the old corn cobber and enjoyed a smoke, along with some classic Herriot.

It's a good thing.

Excellence Of Elocution

I struggle with everyday, "common" words.  My vocab is not very large, y'all.
But Willie seriously struggles with only one thing, which is NOT using words that few people understand.
He seriously needed a blog to chronicle his lexicon.
So the greatest blog ever for wordage that will knock your socks off is finally here.
BigWordWillie

three words that are so so so beautiful.

SCREW THE STEELERS.

Hockey Night

Mark had an extra ticket for a company sponsored event, so I tagged along.

I got teased throughout the night about him being my date.

It was in a private box with plenty of food and beer, and that's the only way to go to these events!

HCSD and his wife, Jay, The Giant, Mossman, Vic, and even Jesus was there.

Jesus rocked.  His beard was totally bad ass.

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Golden Bags

Brett, Dudick, Meep, and I went to a Chinese buffet to continue the "Party Friday" gig.
Brett was a big ball buster, but everyone else was awesome.
Party Friday is the greatest idea that Dudick has come up with, except for not farting in hip waders.
That was a pretty good tip, actually.

Santa Gay Woes

The bumper cover, grill, and hood all needed replaced on the Santa Gay.

So I had to set up an appointment with a local body shop, but they couldn't get me in for three weeks.

Finally the day came to drop it off (Tuesday) and the rental car I got was a Dodge Caliber or something.  It's probably the worst car I have ever driven.

They call me today to inform me that the radiator was damaged from the accident, but that they needed permission from the insurance company to fix it.  Interesting.

To top it all off, the insurance company is trying to get away with only paying a portion of the labor cost, a portion of the crappy rental car, and not paying for the radiator.

I thought insurance was supposed to cover you after you pay your deductible...evidently not mine.

So I'll be driving the rental for a while.  I wish it was at least something cool like a Cadillac.

I'm going to pay out the arse for this crap.  But at least it gives me something to bitch about.

20 years?  Really?

Wow.

Tomorrow on AMC!

Yeah I'm not big on romance films, but everyone in the one was perfectly cast.

I was 13 the first time I saw it.  Actually purchased it through McDonald's.

It really made an impact on me.

I'm looking forward to it.

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Having your cake and eating it too must be fun.