My wish

I met a fairy today who said she would grant me one wish.

"I want to live forever," I said.

"Sorry" said the fairy, "I'm not allowed to grant wishes like that!"

"Fine," I said, "I want to die after the Democrats get their heads out of their asses!"

"You crafty bastard," said the fairy.

Later.

Classy. Later.

Well, i did it. Today I made 2nd and 3rd degree in the Knights of Columbus. It was really nice having my father, a fellow Knight, there with me. Later.

Deer lease bunk house part 1

Every year when we go camping as a family, we sleep in an old camper that stays in the woods year round. Last year I decided was my last go around in the ole gal and decided to buy a camper. I looked for a camper that was deer lease worthy=cheap. I am not going to put a $15,000 camper in the woods with red clay and tree branches, pot holes, etc... So I decided to buy a used one.

You may recall the Avco RV I bought. Decided that was not the route I wanted to go. You can plan all week to go camping and you climb in it to crank it up and the starter is dead. No thanks. I would rather a trailer...a bumper pull single axle trailer to navigate through the woods easier because there can be some tight spots. After searching and not being able to convince myself to spend $2000 on a camper that was falling apart or needed extensive work, I decided to build one. I got the trailer from dad(which came from Uncle Bill), got the vinyl siding off of dad's house before it was torn down, and built the low-budget deer lease bunk house. A camper but I wouldn't want to call it a camper; it's more of a bunk house. It's sole purpose in life is to keep the rain and critters outside and the wonderful, freezing cold air inside. Nothing worse than sweating in your sleep. In the ole camper, you wake up at 6am and your drawers are clung to you ass from sweating all night. And you know damn good and well you weren't the only creature sleeping in that bunk last night. Spiders, bugs, all sorts of nasty mean little critters.

I got right at a $1,000 out of pocket so far and roughly 90 hours in it. I had to buy two wheels (tires and rims), lumber, jack, only $30 in vinyl-one corner post and some trim, a window, etc... I built the door from scratch and used an old door knob and dead bolt from the house; it came out pretty good. All I need to pick up to be complete is an a/c unit. I tried to buy one today but apparently they quit selling them already; the smaller, only a/c units anyway. I may have to order one if I can't find it local. Later.

part 2

It pulls pretty good on the four wheeler. I got it up to 26 mph in about 150 feet before I had to start breaking. It is a bear to back up though...you can't see a darn thing from on the four wheeler. The truck should be alot easier. Later.

Friday night out

One of the reasons I still have a blog is because Face book is too nice. Everyone is always so happy and joyful; I don't want to be the only one bitching and complaining.

Well, I just got back from Lowe's. I needed to pick up some material for tomorrow. I am trying to finish up the deer lease camper before hunting season starts. Anyway, I call Lowe's and the answering machine says they close at 10PM. When I get there at 8:50, I read the times posted on the door that say 9PM closing.

When I get to the checkout at 9:13, I was greeted by little miss thang with a familiar "find everything you needed" but in a slightly perturbed tone. As she was scanning my items, the following conversation took place:

"I called the store and the answering machine said ya'll close at 10PM"

"Yeah, they sed they corrected that already"

"Well, they have not corrected it yet because it still says ya'll close at 10PM"

"Well, the time is right there on the door"

"Yes, I see that but I didn't have the door in front of me when I decided to come here... that is why I called"

She was pretty quit after that. The idle chit-chat really slowed down after my statement. After I paid I was reading over the receipt on the way to the truck. She over charged me so I headed back to the door; which was closed and she had her back to me not wanting to acknowledge my presence. So I "gently" tapped on the door. After she read the receipt and realized she screwed up, she had to pay me with the money she already had sorted and counted.

Then, after that ordeal was over, I was trying to enter traffic on I-210 when a north Lake Charles version of Chrissy in her car would not move over into the empty lane and allow me to get over. I could have accelerated and got in front of her but I am trying to be a nicer person so I braked and let her get in front of me. I saw her smile while talking on her cell phone as she went by me with her gold teef glistening from her dash board lights and cell phone glow.

You see, I have a 3/4 ton 4X4 with over sized tires and 4" lift kit. My headlights sorta lit up the cab of her car in a extremely bright kind of way. When her pupils get back to normal size sometime tomorrow maybe she will re-think her position on driving courtesy. Rednecks 1, dipshit drivers 0. Later.

Found a new website tonight. lamebook.com. Funny stuff. Later.

When you gotta go...you gotta go. Later.