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Fri Jul 30 08:29:51 2004
Maxwell has a list of places he'll never go again. I think I'm going to start my own. First two places on that list are Arabica and StarBucks. Today I went to StarBucks to get an iced coffee, which is what I drink when I'm thirsty and craving caffeine at the same time. The coffee they served me tasted like it has some kind of bitter orange flavor. What the hell? At no point did I ask for or expect that there should be some kind of orange flavor in my coffee. Either it was some kind of 'flair' they thought the coffee should have, or one of the never-washed-a-dish-in-her-life bimbos didn't rinse the cleanser out of the jug. Either way, the pretentiousness is unacceptable. Arabica has had the same problem with me before. I'm not overly impressed with the coffee I get at gas stations, but at least there the employees don't act like they’re better than the average minimum wage makers and they leave the coffee the hell alone.
Mon Jul 26 16:02:43 2004
I got a huge amount of work done over the weekend. Taking Friday off helped. An enterprising squirrel has taken advantage of the space between the roof and sub-ceiling in my garage. I tore down half the sub-ceiling, along with about a dozen nests. I bet this squirrel thought he had it made, living large above all the other lowly squirrels and their one-nest domiciles. This guy could have rented out 3/4 of his nests and made a mint. But I think he must not have been aware of the real owner - ME! I put an end to his life of luxury and tossed him out in the cold. Now when I go into the garage see him scampering about on the rafters, going "ohshitohshitoshit", and running out the hole in the eave. No more cozy hidey places for you Mr. Squirrel! Go live in the woods with the rest of your kind.
Anyway, when I first purchased the house and looked at the garage, I looked at the way the ceiling was constructed and thought to myself, "If I wanted to hide something, I’d hide it up there". Of course when that’s the first thing you say to yourself, then it’s probably not a good hiding spot. But, nonetheless, I entertained myself (and my son) dreaming that one day I'd go up there and find a big lock-box full of money or maybe some priceless piece of memorabilia that I could sell on ebay for a mint. Lo and behold, when the ceiling came down, I did indeed find such a treasure! Sadly, riches are not in my future, only a little temporary happiness. I found two large bottles of cheap port wine, undoubtedly hidden from some past owner's nagging wife. One half full, and the other, unopened. I giggled my ass off.
Oh yeah, back to the work I got done. I pulled out five stumps that were the remnants of five evergreen bushes that reached a height over eight feet before I cut them down. For this task, I purchased a 3 and a half pound axe, and a hatchet. I chopped at them until they wiggled, and let the truck do the rest. I can't imagine a more manly way to spend the day than chopping stuff apart and ripping it up with a truck. I love my truck. *Sniff*
I also did some girly work to even it all out - laundry (dried on the clothesline), scrubbing walls (inside and out), bathroom floors, dishes, etc. Blah.
My son made some comment about me being old, so I took him on a forced-march 8-mile bike ride Sunday. That'll teach him. That little whipper-snapper and his fancy new bike couldn't keep up with me and my broken down, trash-picked piece of junk, even after a two days of chopping and scrubbing. Why do I ride around on a trash-picked piece of junk you ask? Well, I think of it this way – I ride a bike primarily for exercise. Now, if I had a nice, well oiled, easy to peddle bike, I'd be cheating myself out of a lot of extra exercise, right? With a bike that's a beast to manage, I get the maximum benefit. Plus it was free.
Wed Jul 21 14:17:18 2004
I found a rather nice recipe archive (or rather, Google found it), and I was thinking I should start my own page with links to recipe archives. I like to cook, but only for other people. If left to my own devices, I'll just eat ramen noodles or ham sandwiches, but sometimes I flair it up a little for my son, and I always "cook to impress" for Michelle. I was thinking of something special to cook for her later this week and that's what prompted the thought.
So if anyone out there has any good links, send 'em my way.
Tue Jul 13 13:50:49 2004
The Subaru has been speaking to me lately. It's been saying things like, "I'm getting old, boss" and "Winter is a coming, and I’m feeling pretty weak". It's been a damn fine vehicle, and I felt that it deserved to pass on whilst it still had some dignity. So I traded it in for this. That's a Nissan Frontier 4x4 King Cab. Not extended cab, not super cab, King Cab.
Yes, it's time for me to get in touch with my inner "Bad Boy". But don't fear, I won't be putting any of those silly "Bad Boyz" stickers on it. I won't be putting any "Fear Me" stickers on it either. If you have to be told to be afraid, then it ain’t working. All I need now is a CB or a gun rack. Maybe a confederate flag. Oooh, yeah.
Mon Jul 5 12:29:29 2004
Wow, I've heard enough! It's time we Ban Dihydrogen Monoxide!
Mon Jul 5 10:48:52 2004
The 4th was uneventful for me. This was to be the ex'es holiday with my son, and so I didn't make any plans. She dropped him off at 2pm Sunday anyway. I guess they saw some fireworks Saturday night.
Tonight I'm going to my mom's for a cookout, and I hear Strongsville is having a fireworks show tonight, so maybe we'll check that out.
I bought my son a Gameboy Advance SP, which he absolutely loves. I like it too because if he wants to earn some time on it, he has to go through some reading lessons... (Muhaha, I'm so evil) He used to go to a private (Waldorf) school which doesn't tackle reading until the 2nd grade. But this year he's going to go to a regular school (and a damn good one at that), and so he's a little behind on reading skills. He's smart and so am I, so I think I'll have him caught up by the time sessions start up again. Bribery is key. :)