Well, I am back. I have been a little busy this past week. I have a new gig as you may know. I work for the local Juvenile Court. It is pretty cool actually. I am not going to go into details, because quite frankly I don't want to. I have been training for four weeks today. I used to work at a place where it was only physical about 98% of the time. Only the occasional mental work. I have been on information overload for the past 28 days, and it is beginning to show. I came home today and immediately laid down to take a nap. It was only about 20 minutes, but as I am a semi-professional power napper that was all I needed. I woke up to the sweet sounds of my daughter telling me that dinner was ready. I didn't think you could cram 8 hours of sleep into 20 minutes, but I did this afternoon!
I had a good weekend. Friday night my daughter stayed with a friend from school and they went rolling. Now this will be the first time I will give any information as to where I live: Rolling is a term used in the South for going to someone's house in the middle of the night and throwing toilet paper into their trees or bushes. Also you can put it all over someone's car if they don't have trees. Well, she was so excited about doing this to someone else that when she had a friend over on Saturday night she begged the wife and me to take her somewhere to go rolling. We went to her Grandmother's house and rolled her car.
Now let me give you a little disclaimer: When I was in high school I did my fair share of rolling. Most of the time we would do a little toilet paper and let it go, but not all the time..... There were times where we would go to the drug store and buy maxi pads and peel the paper off of the back and stick them to the windshield. We would also buy oreo type cookies and pull the cookie apart and stick them to the windows, windshield, and headlights. We would at times too drive around in the fall and pick up bags and bags of raked leaves and take them to a person's house and dump them on the lawn. Really kind of funny when you think about it. One single tree in the middle of the yard about two inches in diameter, and there was about a foot of leaves all over the yard!
There was one time we bought about four boxes of dried milk and poured it on someone's yard hoping the dew would give it just enough moisture to become liquid and then the sun would cook it and make it stink. That one didn't work because it rained all night.
I knew some friends who would boil about two dozen eggs and then go to someone's house that they didn't like and pretend like they were just sitting in the yard talking. They would take a little garden trowel and bury the eggs all over the yard. About a month later the whole place would reek of sulfur! I never did that one, but it sure sounds like a way to get even with someone.
All in all it is pretty fun going out and pulling pranks on people. You have to know though that someday someone will get you. I haven't been the victim of any retaliation, but it will happen. I have to think that the daughter's grandmother will try to get us back, I just hope I will be awake when it happens. Nothing like hearing beforehand that someone is trying to pull a prank on you and you and your Dad sit on the roof in the shadows with the water hose to let them have it when they come into your yard. Look out! I know all the tricks.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Ouch!
Ok. I am sitting here in my kitchen. It is 12:34 am. You might ask: What in the world are you doing up at this hour? I will tell you my friend. I just got a part-time job for a local sports team. I am on the crew that puts down the floor on top of the concrete, and prepares the arena for games, concerts, moto-cross, whatever the bigwigs schedule in the arena to make them richer than I am.
It is kind of cool really. I mean there is a very unique way that this whole thing is done. I am sure we look like a bunch of ants scurrying around from the top of the building. Everything is stored in its own place, and when needed it is rolled out onto the floor, and pieced together like a HUGE jigsaw puzzle. We have to put this subfloor down and assemble it so that the seats can roll out and away from the wall. Everyone is on hand to put down this subfloor in the proper order. The boss is running around yelling at everybody, and you are basically looking like a deer in the headlights. (First time anyway) As soon as the subfloor is done we split into two groups and head in opposite directions. One group to the seats coming from the wall, and the other to the giant pieces of the floor.
I was assigned to the giant pieces of the floor. Now these pieces are basically a 4x8 sheet of plywood (3/4 inch thick) with 2x4s attached to one side and the wood parquet attached to the other side. That is as technical as I am going to get. 1) Because I don't really understand what all makes up these big pieces, and 2) I signed a confidentiality agreement when I got the job. Now to the reason for the title. THESE PIECES OF THE FLOOR WEIGH 200 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't want you to think I lifted one of these myself, but I did take the end of several of these by myself. We were told to do it with a person on each corner, but sometimes there was no one to do it, and sometimes there were plenty of people to do it, but none of those lazy jokers would pick it up!
I think this will turn out to be a pretty good side job. I mean the money isn't great, but it is fun. It can be done fairly quickly, and then we get to go home. It also means that as long as I don't pull a muscle then I should be able to do it fairly regularly and get in pretty good shape. The wife and I have already decided that all the money will go into a savings account and that is what we will use when we move to help pay for closing costs. I picked a winner with that one! She is as smart as a whip!
I love my wife with all of my being. She is so much better at this marriage thing than I am. She is my saving grace! Without her I would be nothing!!!!!! I hope she understands that even if I don't tell her that often. I am going to start crying all over my keyboard if I don't watch out. I was thought I was destined to be single all my life, and proclaimed it with vigor. Now I am sitting here (now 1:05 am) in my married kitchen, in my married house looking at the flowers I bought for my wonderful wife this past weekend.
You may ask yourself: "Why is he awake at one o'clock in the morning and not in the bed asleep next to his lovely wife?" Well my friend, ask yourself that question no longer.
It is kind of cool really. I mean there is a very unique way that this whole thing is done. I am sure we look like a bunch of ants scurrying around from the top of the building. Everything is stored in its own place, and when needed it is rolled out onto the floor, and pieced together like a HUGE jigsaw puzzle. We have to put this subfloor down and assemble it so that the seats can roll out and away from the wall. Everyone is on hand to put down this subfloor in the proper order. The boss is running around yelling at everybody, and you are basically looking like a deer in the headlights. (First time anyway) As soon as the subfloor is done we split into two groups and head in opposite directions. One group to the seats coming from the wall, and the other to the giant pieces of the floor.
I was assigned to the giant pieces of the floor. Now these pieces are basically a 4x8 sheet of plywood (3/4 inch thick) with 2x4s attached to one side and the wood parquet attached to the other side. That is as technical as I am going to get. 1) Because I don't really understand what all makes up these big pieces, and 2) I signed a confidentiality agreement when I got the job. Now to the reason for the title. THESE PIECES OF THE FLOOR WEIGH 200 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't want you to think I lifted one of these myself, but I did take the end of several of these by myself. We were told to do it with a person on each corner, but sometimes there was no one to do it, and sometimes there were plenty of people to do it, but none of those lazy jokers would pick it up!
I think this will turn out to be a pretty good side job. I mean the money isn't great, but it is fun. It can be done fairly quickly, and then we get to go home. It also means that as long as I don't pull a muscle then I should be able to do it fairly regularly and get in pretty good shape. The wife and I have already decided that all the money will go into a savings account and that is what we will use when we move to help pay for closing costs. I picked a winner with that one! She is as smart as a whip!
I love my wife with all of my being. She is so much better at this marriage thing than I am. She is my saving grace! Without her I would be nothing!!!!!! I hope she understands that even if I don't tell her that often. I am going to start crying all over my keyboard if I don't watch out. I was thought I was destined to be single all my life, and proclaimed it with vigor. Now I am sitting here (now 1:05 am) in my married kitchen, in my married house looking at the flowers I bought for my wonderful wife this past weekend.
You may ask yourself: "Why is he awake at one o'clock in the morning and not in the bed asleep next to his lovely wife?" Well my friend, ask yourself that question no longer.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
hey girls
This is my second attempt at blogging. My first attempt was met with some constant snags. The biggestone was the many, many attempts to sign in with my password and user name only to find out that somehow I wasn't entering it in correctly. ONLY I WAS ENTERING IT CORRECTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The computer decided on its own when it would and would not let me access my blog.
I will go ahead and give this disclaimer: I will not ALWAYS be the nice guy that all of my friends know me to be. There will be some times that I will have had it up to my eyeballs with the stupid people with which I am forced to commute. I will just have to let it all go and maybe offend some of you. I will say things with humor, but they won't always be what is labeled as NICE. I may say something like: "That guy needs to take a dump in his hand and then punch himself in the face." That is not my own saying, but I will give credit to its owner, as far as I know, when I have the time to look him up and post his link. Until then you can just laugh your butts off at that little nugget of humor!
I will try to post a warning at the beginning of my post if it could be interpreted as offensive. Of course everyone has their own version of offensive. I will try to put something at the start like: Hey if you are a guy and you think like a girl then you might be offended by what is in my post." or "If you are a girl and you aren't cool like my friend Karla then you need to go back to CareBears.com."
Anyway enough about offending people. Though that is what I do best sometimes my true calling is my wife and daughter. I was blessed to get married to the most wonderful woman in the world. She means everything to me. I was married on July 1,2006. She had a nine year-old daughter when we met & now she calls me Daddy! What more could you ask for? She asked her mom if she could call me Daddy only two days after I popped the question. She gave me a book titled Thanks for being my Dad for Christmas this past year. I don't care what you got that was the best present ever!
I have just started a new job, but I won't tell you what it is or where it is because you might be one of those crazy people out there that wants to take over my life. I guess if you want to pay all of my bills then you can take my identity too. I guess it is time for me to go. I have to go eat the good salad that my daughter made for me. Don't you wish your life was like mine? Have a good one. Talk to you soon!
I will go ahead and give this disclaimer: I will not ALWAYS be the nice guy that all of my friends know me to be. There will be some times that I will have had it up to my eyeballs with the stupid people with which I am forced to commute. I will just have to let it all go and maybe offend some of you. I will say things with humor, but they won't always be what is labeled as NICE. I may say something like: "That guy needs to take a dump in his hand and then punch himself in the face." That is not my own saying, but I will give credit to its owner, as far as I know, when I have the time to look him up and post his link. Until then you can just laugh your butts off at that little nugget of humor!
I will try to post a warning at the beginning of my post if it could be interpreted as offensive. Of course everyone has their own version of offensive. I will try to put something at the start like: Hey if you are a guy and you think like a girl then you might be offended by what is in my post." or "If you are a girl and you aren't cool like my friend Karla then you need to go back to CareBears.com."
Anyway enough about offending people. Though that is what I do best sometimes my true calling is my wife and daughter. I was blessed to get married to the most wonderful woman in the world. She means everything to me. I was married on July 1,2006. She had a nine year-old daughter when we met & now she calls me Daddy! What more could you ask for? She asked her mom if she could call me Daddy only two days after I popped the question. She gave me a book titled Thanks for being my Dad for Christmas this past year. I don't care what you got that was the best present ever!
I have just started a new job, but I won't tell you what it is or where it is because you might be one of those crazy people out there that wants to take over my life. I guess if you want to pay all of my bills then you can take my identity too. I guess it is time for me to go. I have to go eat the good salad that my daughter made for me. Don't you wish your life was like mine? Have a good one. Talk to you soon!
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