Eight days a week...

I'm on SDAW from now to the end of august, so if you need something, it should've been scheduled by now.
I have three woodworking projects to complete, so I'll need my bench.

In other news, White Castle's plastic benches are very cold if you don't get the back of the kilt under the twig and berries.

Got the pictures

We went and picked up the stove and all else we wanted from the U-boat on saturday. I'm bummed, but it wasn't my house that burned, and no one was hurt, so what the heck.

I had to say goodbye to john's lures:

I decided that out of spite I would whizz all over the toilet seat in Das Aus Haus since I was the one that made it. Of course, 25 minutes later I had to go drop a dook. My damn luck.

It's been about ten years

I was cutting the front grass, and I had only one more swath to go when BAM! A wasp stung the back of my left calf. Holy shit that hurt. It felt like someone shot a nail into my leg.
After jumping around in the yard doing what I'm sure looked like a mixture of a rain and square dance, I went inside and put some baking soda on the sting and then some benadryl cream and then finished the front yard.

Then I walked around the house carrying bug spray rapping my knuckles on the siding to find what bugs had what nests where.
I won't be bothered by wasps again.

Well, that's a fine how do you do

I was on campus earlier, and my heels started to hurt as I walked, almost like they were being twisted as I put my foot to pavement. When I lifted one of my feet I noticed that I had worn the heel of the shoe down to the point that there were holes in the rubber, and my steps had started wearing away at the vertical reinforcement.
Now, I don't buy the best footwear available as my foot is only a size five, so the styles are limited, and I many times don't pay attention to how I am clad when I delve into something. I once ruined a pair of khakis by working on a car in them, never thinking that something can get smudged up. Don't worry, I'm sure that with therapy I'll get through this.
The part about this whole thing is that when I grabbed my other black shoes, they had the same damn holes in them. Pieces of shit anyway.
Then I started to look at the mileage.
Each day I walk about 2-3miles while at work on campus. If the shoes are rotated and only worn 2 or 3 times a week, that means they only get about 6-9 miles of wear. I bought both pair of shoes the same day in January. That means that you multiply 2-3 by 4by6, carry the seven, divide by 5, the sum is greater than pi, and then you come to only about 145 miles per pair of shoes. That's deplorable. Can't the Chinese, Vietnamese, or Puerto Ricans construct better shoes than this?
I'm on four pair a year, and it's starting to irk me.

I then saw a man who had no legs, and I thought, "Damn- he has to save some serious money on shoes."

No one can hurt Andy the way Andy can hurt Andy

I spent most of Saturday with my brothers Darrell moving appliances. I am covered in bruises. Well, at least the parts that weren't open wounds are bruised.
I don't know how some of these people shoe-horn their fucking washers and dryers into the spots they do, but holy mother of fuck that shit was tedious.
We got it done, and I got back home and finished by about 8PM.

Yesterday I replaced the pads and rotors on the Manry. The pads that I got the first time were crap, with the shims falling off, and the pads themselves cracked and falling apart. Add that to the crazy amount of dust that they produced, and you wind up with a very dirty job.
When I was cleaning my arms I noticed that they were really getting sore the more I scrubbed. It was then that I realized I was trying to scrub off bruises. Ouchitty ouch ouch.

Texas part III

Let's see...where was I?
Oh, that's another thing about my experience in Texas- if there's room for a band to play Texas-style country, they're going to have one there. If the available space is limited, then it's just a guy with a guitar.

Another thing I noticed was that everybody has a gift shop. I think even the hot-dog vendors sold Texas paraphernalia.

It was a pretty packed three days in and around San Antone, but two places will always stick out in my memory:
Enchanted rock and Luckenbach. One place you sit on top of the world and listen to it sing to you, and the other you sit in the shade, drink beer, and listen to guys play guitars and sing songs about their moms, kids, dads, granddads, trucks and beer.
I loved every minute of it.

Ms. Faney drove me everywhere, which was excellent, due to the amount of power driving has to ruin my chi.
Saturday night we ate steaks cooked over wood coals at the house of a friend of hers.
The hour or so before hand found her friend's husband and I drinking beer in the 105 deg heat in front of a fire, proving that it doesn't matter what the temp is. Men likey the beer and fire.

Faney's friend made some hellacious sides, including a nice salad that contained what was probably the third pound of Avocado I ate while I was there.

I commented that I liked the neighborhood, and that I could like it there. One thing changed my mind, however. Their neighbor had just returned from a trip, and someone asked her, "Did you have any Scorpions in your house when you got back?"
*Record-scratching sound here*

Scorpions in your house? I can understand someone asking if you had water in your basement after a heavy rain, if your power was out after a storm, if you slipped and broke your ass in the snow, but scorpions in your house? How do you find out, other that walking around barefooted or blindly putting your hand in weird crevices (s&m joke here)?

All things said, I could live there, especially during the winter. I heard it gets to 40 degrees there. Everyone I met was nice, everywhere I went was clean, and the weather wasn't that bad.

I am definitely going back.
Depending on what goes on here, I might look to relocate, and I'm sure as hell not moving back to Charlotte.


In other news, I finished the book Deke! and am looking to read another. Not that there's a dirth of books in the Kaiser's realm, but they're all history stuff. I'm looking to read something funny. Any suggestions?

Now that I have a few more minutes

I don't think I gave my San Antonio trip due justice by the small explanation I gave earlier.

Feeling like August in the ville, everyday was over 100 degrees. As the plane approached S.A., I noticed that there was scant areas of green. The grass hadn't crunched under my feet since last fall, so that was a wakeup call to let me know that I wasn't in Kansas anymore.

Ms. Faney and I went to one of the coolest bars ever. Called the Buckhorn Saloon (since something like 1883), they have more and different stuffed animals and mounts than one could expect to see in a lifetime, including a stuffed elephant head and a girraf from head to shoulder.
Add the singing cowboy to the Alamo light microbrew, and it makes for a fine experience as far as watering holes go. They had their own museum to the Texas Rangers (the ones like chuck norris, not the ones that have sucked since trading A-rod), but we felt that the $16 buck a piece for admittance could be spent in a better fashion, so we passed on that and spent one quarter of the cost of a ticket on another beer.

We did a quick run through of the Alamo, which turned out to be more of "look at the tourists looking at the Alamo," but it was fine, and enough for me to remember it.

We visited a couple of really cool towns, both given German names from the German immigrants that founded them. One was called Frediricksburg, and the other's name is Gruene. The natives pronounce the the latter's name in the English version, Green.
I never knew that Texas had that many German immigrants, but two things were apparent:
1) they were prods, as I didn't see Catholic church one in the towns
b) they sure built some sturdy-ass buildings. Fburg had a mostly hand hewn limestone, and Gruene still had it's wooden Mennonite gathering building.
Fredricksburg is more of an antique shop and yuppie store main street, but that's where I got the BLTA, and it was good.
Gruene had one really awesome thing that Fburg didn't- free wine tasting. The glass of Pinot Grigio I had was excellent. Not to rough. Then I had a beer while listening to some live music outside.

More later. I have a beer in my near future.

That shit's like Africa Hot

I returned yesterday from my swarre into the heart of Texas, and I can tell you that I do like the place.

We ate breakfast tacos, lunch tacos and dinner tacos! You can serve anything in a tortia wrap as long as you have the right spices.

We went tubing on the Comal river, and climbed enchanted rock. It's been a long time since I've had that much fun, but then again, a lot of it has to do with the company you keep.

It started out interestingly enough with the check-in at the airport, blah, blah, blah. Then on the leg from Memphis to S.A. the attendant announced Pilot so-and-so, and the first officer, and I'm not making this shit up, Renko Snorin. I'm not to sure about the spelling. Perhaps it's Norwegian for "laugh at me."

Thanks to one of my goodestest friends, Miss Fo-Faney for allowing me to foul her couch for several days and for being the best tour guide ever.

L.A.- via Omaha

Thursday through Sunday.

This has never happened to me before

Tody I startde dringking at noon. Hjon came in at 3, and t5hen the taps opened. Did you know that cops aren't looking for drunks at fuor>?
I just at e dinner at my cousing lukes. He made staekes and corn on the cob.

mmmmm.
Who'
s driving?