Is it too much to ask for a cold front?

With my drinking hat on my head and my gang neutral blue bandana wrapped around my face, I had two options. Either rob a train or tackle my yard once again. Being that I bought a new electric weed whacker today, I decided to go with the latter. Two and a half hours later, my yard still looks like shit. At least it looks like shorter shit than it did two and a half hours ago.
I fought the lawn, and the lawn won.


I have to give credit somewhere for the following statements, as they are not my own. This was sent to me by a friend of mine in Colorado Springs. I fell out of my chair when I read them.



My mailbox is being flooded with mail concerning gas prices and
illegal immigrants. To boycott oil companies or not; to provide
amnesty to illegal immigrants or not, etc.

Since I have become jaded to the various solutions proposed by the
Republicans, Democrats, Sierra Club, ACLU, etc., I have elected to
solve the problems as they affect me. It solves both my gas and
illegal immigrant problems.

I have hired illegal immigrants to push my car. They're plentiful
and cheaper than buying gas.

My brain is out of order

Decoded

I recently finished watching the movie version of Dan Brown's The Davinci Code. Although enjoyable, and relatively true to the book, I still cannot picture Tom Hanks as Robert Langdon. He does a decent job, but it is not exactly the character I pictured while reading. The movie itself did a decent job at getting that many pages of book into a two and a half hour movie, however I was disappointed as to the lack of back story for Silas. In order to truly understand Silas' character, I strongly recommend reading the book, and if you do read the book, I strongly recommend the illustrated version. All in all, it is worth the price of admission.
Switching gears, I have also finally gotten my router to work. I have no idea how I did it, as it was officially deemed broken by the D-Link technical support, yet I have a desktop and a laptop connected to my Broadband DSL modem. That makes me happy.

Spoiled

I just realized how spoiled I am with my current work schedule. I am sitting here thinking to myself how dreadful it is that I have to work tonight as it interrupts my four day weekend. Even worse than that, I still have a three day weekend, which is more than most people have with the exception of holidays. Yet, I would still trade every four day weekend I get for the opportunity to work a day shift.
So, besides all that Mrs. Lincoln, did you enjoy the play?

Are we there yet?

I am glad that this part of my week is over. I have been numbing my ass muscles in the most uncomfortable classroom chairs for the past three days followed by a wonderful state exam. Standardized tests really annoy me. They are not designed to test your knowledge of a particular subject matter, they are disigned to assess how well you are able to take a test. Lucky for me, I am rather apt at taking standardized tests, as well as most other tests, and I am certain that the test was not a waste of my time. In just over 14 days I will know for certain whether or not I am licensed by the great state of Texas.
The other down side to this whole class and test situation is that I still work nights for now, and after being awake during the day all week, I now have to flop my circadian rhythm back so that I can be a night worker again tomorrow. Oh what fun.
On the upside of that, I at least get an opportunity to sit at the computer for a while tonight.

Peek-a-boo!

I'm not sure why, but I seem to be a magnet for the little kid that stands up in the booth adjoining mine at the restaurant and plays peek-a-boo throughout the entire meal. I guess I am no help in the matter, as I cannot help but play along. This evening was date night, and The Cheesecake Factory happened to call our names. At the booth in front of ours, there was this adorable little blonde haired boy that stood up. I could not avoid looking up, as this mop of blonde hair was stairing down at me. When I glanced up, I see a tongue sticking out at me. Little did the blonde boy know, I have an entire arsenal of tongue stick outs, and mine generally come with props. Well, little blonde kid caught on rather quickly, and much to his mom's dismay, he used her loaf of bread as a beak. I was so proud, with my bunny ear forks, I applauded him.

Bad boys, Bad boys, Whatcha Gonna Do?

As of today, I have officially been involved in my first high speed chase. I was neither the chasor nor the chasee, however when getting on the highway this afternoon, there were seven police cars, both local and state troopers, following a beat-to-hell blue pickup. Well, needless to say, I gunned it and caught up to see what all the commotion was all about and to see if the troopers would attempt to wreck the truck or anything fun as such. I was not the only person doing this, I might add. There were at least six other cars all going nearly 85 southbound on I-35, all the while, four more squad cars and a police Suburban got into the chase. Of course, we all exited when the car did, followed by the nine or ten squad cars, and all turned down the same street, and all witnessed the blue truck pulling over in a restaurant parking lot. How boring, not even putting up a fight. So, if you ever catch "Cops" look for me, I am one of the genuises following a high speed chase!
As a side note, completely unrelated, if you have not tried Coca-Cola Blak, and you get an opportunity to, punch someone in the face, turn around and run. It should be pronounced Blech. It is the perfect fusion of Coke and Coffee, and by perfect, I mean it should have never been produced. Ever.

Ouch

In case you have not been in my presence over the last thirty-six hours, Ouch! My workout partner/co-worker/friend Jim and I circuit trained on the upper body muscles Friday afternoon before work. I like having a workout partner because it motivates me to push myself just a bit further than I would on my own. However, I despise having a workout partner because it motivates me to push myself just a bit further that I would on my own. Seeing how I had surgery on my right shoulder about 16 months ago, I still have to use machine weights to control my range of motion, but damn those machine weights are out for vengance. I believe that a lot of cascading hot water is in my immediate future.

Can't see it from my house

It would take entirely too long to give the background to the events that took place last night, but I can say that I despise apathy! When I have to jump through my ass all night long to fix a problem that was discovered six hours before the off-going shift left, and not reported until my shift reports it, I get a bit testy. When my boss's boss has to come up and stay the entire night at the plant because of said issue, I get a bit miffed. When, after the problem is finally resolved at 2 A.M., and I have talked on the phone to boss number 3 and 4 in the hierarchy, all issues magically disappear, I get a bit ticked at the fact that it could have been taken care of during the day when it was originally noticed.
And now it is thundering and lightning, a perfect end to a wonderful night. At least I will sleep well.

Sorry it's been so long.

I hardly remember a time that I have worked as much as I have the past few weeks. In general I work three days one week and four days the next. It is the best schedule anyone could ask for, since I get a four day weekend every other week. The only problem with it is that you get spoiled by it. A five day week is a bitch. How normal people do it, I may never find out. But as of this past week, I am now a shaved headed, tattooed, motorcycle riding guitar player. I say that rather loosely, but I can at least make a bit of noise with a couple of strings. My boss at the plant can play guitar like nobody's business. I could seriously listen to him for hours. He had an extra left handed guitar laying around the house, brought it to me, and has been teaching me some chords.
Other than that, I have yet again justified purchasing my lawn mower, which means that I now have an appointment with some soap.
Talk to you later!