Friday, April 14, 2006
Weekend Update
There was a moment of "back in my day" last weekend in my driveway. More specifically the growing up through the sixties and seventies Wisconsin version. My dad and J.R.'s dad are on version 5.Old. I think the only things they talked about were being in / knowing guys in 1970's military service, drinking beer at the age of eighteen, guns, shooting things with said guns, and the new wood splitter. I'm just glad they didn't get into highly heated, super intellectual debate of Ford versus Chevy. I would have had to turn the hose on them. All and all they got along well. J.R. and her mom went shopping at the mall and had to leave due to the mall catching on fire. Coincidence... I think not. I'm betting the mall was so annoyed by her mom's total lack of fashion sense that it opted for the self destruct / fiery implosion. It has lost its will to offer great retail prices and sidewalk sales.Tuesday I went to the Redwing shoe store to order new work boots. I must have been the lucky 100th customer or something, I got there just in time to hear an apparent argument between the salesman and his wife. I was glad that I already knew which boots I wanted and exactly what size I needed. In and out in five minutes and I didn't even have to hear about his domestic dilemmas. Why do people always feel like they must just share that crap random individuals? Hello people! That's why we call you strangers, it's that winning combination of us not knowing you and the fact that your loose screws probly fell out. Just remember that not everyone wants to hear about how your wife spent your paycheck and won't fuck you anymore.
Tonight a huge storm blew in and pelted the shop with golf ball sized hail. The shop is a steel roof pole barn and with the hail hammering down you couldn't hear anything. I was kind of exciting in that if anyone goes outside they are gonna need stitches kind of way. A couple of the guys looked pretty scared though. I told them there wasn't anything to worry about as long as the hail hits them in the head. You know they're not using them anyway.
Well I guess that's enough for now. I should probly go see to the perverts. Last I checked they were laying on the foot of the bed watching Trading Spaces and ogling a home furnishings catalog. I don't know if I should leave these two alone and unsupervised.
greasemonkey1320 at 2:52 AM
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at 5:41 PM
Katy Barzedor said... "It has lost its will to offer great retail prices and sidewalk sales."
That's poetic, man.
And there were perverts here last night? What a coincidence that they were reading a home furnishings catalog like Jess and I were...-
at 8:58 PM
Madame D said...
Oh god, the allure of Trading Spaces.
I love it when a couple guys get together to talk about shit. Because all the women I know, when they get together, it's to talk about food.
Not in a good way, in a "I can't eat that anymore but I have this great recipe for something low-cal, low-carb, low-taste..."-
at 1:39 AM
greasemonkey1320 said...
Yes, what a coincidence indeed.
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at 8:27 PM
Candy said...
There are never perverts in our bedroom, just fun people.
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at 5:31 PM
Katy Barzedor said...
Just so people don't worry...
He did survive the perverts. Really, we don't have him greased up and duct-taped to the scratching post in the basement...
No, really!-
at 12:41 AM
I'm not here. said...
Not that there's anything wrong with that. :o)
Playdoh reenactment?-
at 1:39 PM
Katy Barzedor said...
Damn!
We greased him up too much and he slipped out of the duct tape.
Better planning next time...-
at 11:07 PM
I'm not here. said...
Hey...what happened to the latest post?
Must've got eaten by Blogger.
*moment of silence for eaten post*
Zzz..*snort* okay, I'm off to sleepland. 'Nite-nite.-
at 9:33 PM
I'm not here. said...
Sorry your schedule got messed up.
That sucks! :o(