Monday, May 22, 2006
Day Number Fifteen
Today will be my fifteenth day ay work, which is a bit of along stretch for me. It feels even longer for J.R. and probly doesn't help her stress and panic attacks. At least today I get to go back to my normal scheduled shift. It was okay working on first shift. That is if I liked having your retinas burned to a crisp every time I went outside. I spent most of my time with my tinted safety glasses on, which have apparently lightened up since the last time I work day shift. When ever I stepped outside I had to put my clip-on shades on top of the safety glasses.The traffic at five in the morning around here isn't too bad. I was able to hit all but one green light on most days. On sunday morning no one was out, not even the christians. It was so nice, I didn't have to make a single stop for twelve miles. Every light was green, the pavement was dry, and no yellow caution flags to be seen. No one was looking, so I drove it like it was Leguna Seca. Taking corners in third gear, using the engine's own compression to slow me down instead of hitting the brakes. Cutting it as close to the curb as I could. It felt good, kind of relaxing. It probly would have looked good too, but then again, I was driving my rusty Ranger.
At four thousand RPM it sounds less of a high speed road race machine, and more like a machine gun shooting b.b.'s into a empty coffee can. I think it was something to do with the missing three feet of tail pipe, the two inch crack at the hanger bracket, and the blown exhaust manifold gasket. That's just a guess though. Hopefully, I'll have more time to fix all of that stuff pretty soon.
Now it's time to try and catch up on all the things I have not had time to do. Like mow the lawn, which I last cut two weeks ago. With all the rain we have had other the last week, it's growing pretty fast. But first I have to find all the poop that the wonder twins left for me. I still have to finish off the hole where I pulled out a sixteen foot pole with a hunk of cement the size of half a 55 gallon drum. Fun, fun, fun.
greasemonkey1320 at 10:49 AM
4 People who found a peppercorn
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at 2:18 PM
Candy said... I miss you I miss you and I just want to kiss you
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at 5:24 PM
Madame D said...
Man, when do you get a freaking day off?!
Oh, and as far as cutting the grass and poop scooping, I have one word: teenagers.
They're for more than just keeping the t.v. company.-
at 8:04 PM
Katy Barzedor said...
Sixteen foot pole? Whaaaaa?
Dude, how do you not walk with a limp?
And "driving my rusty Ranger" just sounds like a euphemism for butt sex.-
at 2:00 AM
greasemonkey1320 said...
J.R.- How about a "back rub"?
Madame D.- You clearly have never watched teenagers "pick up" dog poop.
Bucky-Hmm, now that you mention it, it does sound rather naughty.