TIME TO MOVE..

Due to a recent surge in hate mail comments I've had to turn on the comment moderation... Sorry, if you comment I will post it! I have not figured it out how to do all that but I will also be moving my blog address SOON... If anyone knows how to do that, let me know or else I will be stumbling around in the dark... I will post my e mail address here and please email me if you would like to continue reading! This is a complete fucking drag!! I feel that these postings will be used against me somehow and having seen and heard the effects of that I will not really enjoy those feelings...

ZACKTHEMACK69@HOTMAIL.COM

WORK TODAY...

I call in late... Thirty minutes after that I show up. Kenworth is down, air leak... Our new driver is toes up underneath with the right parts and the wrong know how... I fix it, he leaves and I radio our number one and two honchos that he is in route. Get coffee, go into office, turn on my computer. Radio lights up, more problems, goto jobsite and fix faulty wires in concrete pump. Save day twice already, its not even nine a.m. (I love these mornings...) like I said earlier, I'm still drunk from last night! Anyway...

Pick up borrowed backhoe from family friend. (he doesn't take care of his equipment very well at all! I've had to rig his shit before.) Spend the next two and half hours troubleshooting some wiring problems. FOUND IT! Patting myself on the back at this point. And that does not normally happen. Order parts and take lunch.

Return from lunch and pull up to work and meet up with number three at the bottom of the road. Borrowed backhoe has blown a hydraulic line and spewed its entire contents onto a quarter mile of highway. Oh and both the C.H.P. and the sheriff pulled over to offer help.

"Should we call the fire department to clean up this hazerdous spill?"

They noticed the twenty gallons of toxic crap polluting "their" highway. They split, it takes two trips to get the right tools and to remove replace the offending hose...

Now we are short about fifteen gallons of HYGAURD, that's john deer oil. (special, with detergents.) back to the yard to find out some one backed into something with a truck... Order parts for that. Jam to town for more hydraulic oil and to pick up parts from earlier... Phone calls, text messages and personal banking later, I leave town for the Sur. Pass two cops on the way home giving tickets and top off the tractor with oil so they can pick it up tomorrow morning.

Get back into the yard and the boys are standing around our other concrete pump, stareing with bewilderment. Tire is off and things looked fucked. More operators fixing shit...

"I think the wheel bearings are bad." says someone with greasy fingers.

"No, the axle must be loose." says another.

"The whole thing was shaking down the highway." was the last thing I heard.

It takes all of ten second for me to look down and see the tire that they removed to "find" the problem has a bulge in it as big as a grapefruit.. hmmm. Shaking? Funny noise? Trailer bouncing around.... nuff said. Problem handled. Used tire replacement and more parts ordered.

Check in and leave the yard... One more day down...

MY HEART WARMS....

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT!

Why is that? that I don't know... Is it that there is so much on my mind... Is it that the lovely lady I'm dating is blowing my mind? Making me feel incredible! Is it that her ex causes her so much trouble? Is it that the harder I work, the further I get behind? That when I got home tonight there had been a realtor here showing my house and the lights were left on and the heat was on?( I live in a solar powered house and have never turned on the propane heat until the other night and after I triple checked that I had turned it off... Oh and no one told me he was coming!! WTF?) is it that some one I don't like at all now knows where I live and has some sort of power over the fact that I live here? Only because he is friends with the rude realtor? Do I have nothing to write because at times I feel less of a man by not talking with my new loves ex man about his problems with me and the days that i hang with their bitchin kids? Or is it the fact that I can't do enough to help everyone I know to feel better, or to help them solve their problems? Or is it that so many fucking people in this town can suck my fucking ass!!!

Perhaps its because I'd rather not be here writing this, but some where else... Or is it because I spent last night drinking gin and tonics (doubles) all evening at a local haunt, visiting friends, poaching hot tubs, and don't really remember going to bed.

Waking up drunk, feeling comfortable in my own skin for once. Going to work and having everyone ask me why I'm in such a good mood? Or is it today's lunch that is keeping me from having anything worthy to post!?!?!? (okay, that one wont make any sense but I am not going to tell you anyways! Too bad.)

Ah.... That feels better! And BLIP. Now I'm back. What's my real deal tonight??? Frustration..

Anyway... My bad for venting, if you suffered through it, thanx for reading... If you blew by it, no worries... On to something fun!!!

It is going to be below freezing here tonight! I love it! Finally some weather! Bring on the rain, bring on the high altitude snow and give us something other than the heat to complain about! Bring on the short days and the long nights, the slippery roads and... Get the fucking tourists off my highway!!!! Twenty six minutes to town and not forty five minutes watching three r.v.s in a row play leap frog!! Winter!!! Snowboarding, snuggling, adult beverages. (hot ones, on camping trips with fingerless gloves!)Hhighway closures, fourwheeling on state park beaches, poaching more hot tubs and general debauchary!!! Bring it on...

Well, everyone in the hospitality industries here would like to kick my ass for saying such things.... For them it means, no tips... No money... No fun... Restaurants close here for the super dead months... Shut down, go home, find other work.... I feel for you...

I don't know why I'm so excited for winter... It means that when I work on equipment, it will be dripping with water and oil... I will be laying in mud when shit breaks down... Or worse... (imagine things like a farmers field, full of cow shit and old feed...) freezing my ass off under tractors bleeding hydraulic fluid that is below zero! Spending hours on end trying to stay warm! (maybe I should try to train someone to do my job?) yeah right....

Speaking of freezing parts... I need to start a fire... I'll be back...

Here is something new...

I'm tired, three and a half hours of sleep last night... What am I doing until the wee hours of the morning you ask? hah, I cant tell you... But it makes you wonder, I'm sure!

So I wont bore you with too many stories of thanksgiving, how much food we ate and how fat I felt afterwards, but I will tell you what happened!

After spending the morning sleeping in and hanging out, I decided I would put a CD player into "new reader's" subaru... That went great, sounds better, looks better and replaces that jankie tape deck she was so fond of... hah! Ate food at hair farmers house, took a nap in the middle of the raucous football game and then commenced the drinking! (well I had been drinking all afternoon, but this is where it gets heavy!)

Met up with "new reader" and went to ventana inn, sat and talked over incredibly stiff drinks that our great bartender Richard poured us... Got to laugh as we got caught smuggling her in and out of the mens room! Sat at the bar beside the fire.Yes, that was fun as well!

Then went over to nepenthe.. Our friend is managing there and hooked us up with some free beer and tasty red wine... We chatted with her family and mingled around for a while... It was hard to get drinks because the bartender there that evening happens to be one of my least favorite people on the planet. The kind of person you would like to crush his face with a bar stool and then piss on when he is unconsious and bloody.

I digress... So we went outside to smoke and got quite a few looks... We were laughing our asses off as one friend could not stop watching us! Almost tripped on his own jaw!

After leaving nepenthe we went to one of the places where my "date" works. To enjoy their company and for their incredible meal! Wow was that food ever good, (okay I said I wouldn't talk about food, but out of the three bites I managed to pack on top of my swollen belly, it was the bomb!) and had more and more free red wine! So good... The owners had a photographer there who was snapping hundreds of photos, for a book that they are putting out! I had to sign a waiver so they could use my photo, I had "someone" sign the parent consent portion for me just to fuck with them. I hope it doesn't get her in any trouble...

And then on to fernwood! Ah happy place of drinking and almost dancing... It was our intent to move around and dance some, but the band, well.... Sucked some major ass... Even when some drunk chic got out on the dance floor she soon stopped and looked cross eyed at the band... Some of our mutual friends were out and we had a great time... Somewhere in there I seem to remember hearing, "I cant see strait!!" and "if I close one eye it makes it a little better." hahaha...

Okay I fucking hate holidayz, I really do... Not bah hum bug style but I dunno, just another day for the rookie drinkers to be out on the highway killing innocent bystanders... Yeah, lets celebrate!

But I not only managed to have a fucking awesome day but I got to spend most of the evening with a person who was enjoying herself as much as me!! We were full of smiles all night, dropped jaws all around town, got plenty drunk and not to mention she looked incredible! It truly felt like a real holiday...

I hope all of you got some good times in! Or at least some good drinking in!!!

ive been so busy!

sorry readers, ive been busy like you couldnt imagine!!! i hate when other people write that so i dont know why im saying it to you all.. i do apologize... ill be back i a couple hours to post some things good... i mean it! ill be right back!!

HEY THERE!

Welcome to my lovely new reader! I hope you enjoy! Ill post something fun later...

I just went and saw Tenacious D last night.... What a funny ass show... With the two hours of sleep I'm running on from last night, added to this weeks sleep total of six hours it makes eight hours since saturday!! I'm running on high octane fumes at this point... I have a huge smile on my face, my cheeks hurt and in about fours I'm going to hit the wall running full speed. Hopefully it knocks me out for a good couple of hours...

I rolled into work late and walked into a 100 mile an hour shit storm, no time for lunch, no time for thinking, I've been to post ranch twice already for minor emergencies and while the higher ups here were loading a trailer we noticed a pin missing from the goose neck!!! Hello can you say massive highway carnage? If they would have pulled out with the sixty foot box trailer, with only one inch and a half pin holding it on(I don't even want to think of the damage.)

So much for a relaxing day at the office! How do I have time to waste on this here blog? The joys of almost high speed internet! I'm running five open windows and ordering parts... I'm on the phone with someone in Seattle...

"Where the hell are my parts?" I just said.

"You should have them." is Teds response (which means he is not sitting in front of a tracking number. Which also means he is either lieing or he knows that they fucked up and he is boxing them up now... If these parts show up tomorrow U.P.S. red, I'm going to get some free shit!!! I'll call him on it... Generally I ask for hats t-shirts and some sort of apology.)

anyway, got to go! Ill be back!!

AHHH.....

Okay, picture above has nothing to do with this post... I just liked it and am going to a party later, thought it was festive... Don't like it? Sorry... I do... That's just the kind of mood I'm in.

Anyway on with the post...

First beer of the day always tastes so good, makes me want to savor it! Yeah right, makes me want to pound it and have another... What a day already! If you count the day starting from midnight, whoa...

Going to a friends birthday party tonight! Tropical theme... The menu that her sister has been working on sounds so good! Makes me want to wait until dinner to eat... Well if I'm drinking now I wont be hungry until then anyways! I'm doing some laundry so I can have my favorite shirt ready, it a Cuban Mafia shirt. I got it as a gift for my birthday... Whatever... I'm stoked about sporting it... I've been working so fucking much lately I never get a chance to change into some decent clothes... Always stuck in my greasy work gear...

Here is something funny, I got out of work one day this week and before getting into my truck to go home I notice that I've smeared a huge amount of grime all over the back side of my shorts.(that's right I work in shorts, I pretty much wear them year round...) so I hop into my truck and pull them down to the floor so not to fuck up the custom seat covers... (oh and I roll commando, cause that's how my boys feel their best...) so I'm about half way home and the fucking C.H.P. has bixby bridge shut down for a film crew making a commercial, WTF? I'm the first person to pull up and I try to stay as far away from this cop as I can...

Nothing says creepy weirdo, like some dude driving around half naked with his shorts pulled down to the floor!!! (Hah!) He starts walking over to me to chat or shoot the shit or something... Tell me what the hell is happening on the bridge... I dunno.Like I haven't been subjected to twenty minute traffic stops cause some asshole company wants to film their "product" racing across our famous bridge before... Whatever, I'm praying this cop doesn't come over and peek into my truck... He would have to yank me out of there in a heartbeat on just morals alone... Not to mention what he would have found in the back of the truck that day!

Across my scanner I hear the cop at the other end of the bridge tell him its all clear to let cars through, and my soon to be peeping john radios back and waves me on... What the hell... That was close... Just goes to show that a normal situation becomes a real fucking hassle when you add cops! Minding my own business on my way home from work really could have turned out a lot different that day... I think I'll bring a fresh set of shorts to work from now on!

Enjoy your weekend all!

Oh, and thats not my dog in the lower picture either, something someone sent me for halloween! Thought it was appropriate for the post...

CONVERSATION AT WORK...

A funny conversation at work, boss #1 and I were doing paperwork in the front office and chief office manager was on the phone with a friend....

"Ha ha ha, she couldn't get it in?" Debbie says on the phone.

"Couldn't get it in to what?" I interupt Debbie.

"The puppy." she says to me without skipping a beat in her own conversation with friend.

Dave and I look at each other and smile...

"She couldn't get what into the puppy?" Dave asks trying not to burst.

"Ugh, she couldn't get it into the back... Wait what, no." Debbie looks at us with annoyance.

"What is she trying to stick into the back of the puppy?" I ask as we burst into laughter!

"The box" Debbie is getting it now and is laughing with us...

"So, she is trying to stick a box into the back of the puppy?!?!" Dave says as he nearly blows snot.

"No, she is trying to stick the puppy into her box." Debbie is now getting annoyed.

I fall on the floor and hit my head I'm laughing so hard now...

"So... She is trying to stick the back of the puppy into what? Her BOX?!?" I say getting back up off the floor, wiping tears from my eyes...

Debbie is trying to get off the phone at this point as our level of humor has reached about third grade level...

"Tell her she needs lube, puppy lube!" I manage to get out inbetween gasps for air.

"Lube up her puppy, she'll get it in there!" Dave chimes in as he leaves the office.. Its too much for him...

Holy shit, we were dieing, Debbie is a respectable lady who has a child and husband and would never get caught saying anything like "puppy lube". But throughout the entire day, all we had to say was "puppy lube" and we would start busting up... Whether one of us was on the phone or on a piece of equipment that's all it took...

Moral of the story... When you are having troubles shoving the back end of your puppy into your box, please use puppy lube... Save your self an embarrassing phone call to a friend.

What the hell is beta?

Can some one out here please tell me what the fuck is beta? Why do I want it? What will it do for me? What is it doing for you? Is it so I wont have to write in html anymore? Will I lose my lame page layout like others have said or does it really make things easier? Anyway, just thought I'd ask the general public... I'm not a real big fan of updating shit, but every time I log on now I have to fight my way through the blogger beta requests that they keep pounding at me... Any info would be great...

Oh and here is a picture of my buddies little girl from the other night... No he doesnt give her beer, I think she just likes to suck on the bottom of the ice cold glass... I know how she feels though!

(Blogger is letting me put pictures on today, so I thought I had better take advantage! Enjoy!)

WHAT TIME IS IT?

I'm a zombie... I function on two to three hours of sleep a night... I don't eat, I drink too much and smoke like a chimney fire... I work ten to twelve hours a day and then hang out with friends mostly. When I'm good and drunk I drive forty minutes home... I manage to get all my things done at work and my house is damn near spotless...

I will watch movies twice in a row because I will forget what happens by the time it is over... Then; in the course of a week ill watch it several more times...

What do I do with my other time? I don't know, I generally can't remember. On saturdayz I sleep in. Usually until late in the afternoon... Three sometimes four o'clock.. I wont even go out side... Then Sunday it starts all over... I feel guilty for not getting anything done on Saturday so I motivate and Sunday is spent getting ready for the week and finishing up the shit that should have been done months ago.

I make about fifty phone calls a day and at least as many text messages. I'm online for several hours and try to stop and see everyone I know is around before i go home...

Unfortunately I try to help everyone, I cant say no. There aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done... I know I say this all the time and that the answer is simple. (stop drinking!) But, um...Well... Fuck that!

But I still pursue every minute of my life like its my last.. And will probably die with a cheap fucking beer in my hand and a shit eating grin on my face.

Sometimes i think it would be nice to know what happened in between and to at least know what fucking time it is once in a while...

(Yeah lame post, makes no sense, but i dont care... its mine!)

LIFE SUCKS, DEAL WITH IT!

Here's a little note to my life...

Fffffffuuuuuuckkkkk yyyyooooooouuuuu...

Yeah that feels a little better... Looking forward to some serious drinking these next few weeks... My promise to not divulge others lives will leave you all with no idea what the fuck I'm talking about... Things are okay otherwise... There is one portion of my life that has changed for the better and one that has been changed for(well I don't know what the hell its changed for, but, I guess its changed for the last time...) anyway...

I used to be such a good drunk, now I kindof suck at it... I get tired and go to bed, instead of passing out. I drink a glass or six of water before I sleep instead of making a stiff gin and tonic for the bedside... I make sure the dog is fed and watered, where I used to just tell him, "deal with it." I used to have only the cheapest swill in plastic bottles and crappy warm beer... Nowadays my liquor cabinet looks more like a well stocked upscale bar with cold beer in the fridge.(I even have matching ice cold mugs in the freezer.)... I don't even like wine, but I have at least two cases of some premium reds, five different types of white, champagne and port as well... WTF?

I used to call in sick for days at a time and tell them I was basically too drunk to come in and wouldn't be any use to them anyway... Now I at least call, say ill be late or just go in and suffer... What happened.. And what happened to the drinking contests? Yes I would win everytime(mostly) and keep going after that... Now they never even come up!

I remember saying. " I wish I didn't have to sleep at night because it kills my buzz."

Or after waking up i say... " I just spent all that time getting fucked up! And I passed out?!?!? What a waste of money, now I have to do it all over again... "

I remember we went on a two day backpacking trip into the mountains.. I brought ecstasy and beer... No food, no tent, no extra clothes, nothing... Everyone was going on day hikes and taking photos while I was wandering around with my head in the clouds tripping my brains out, pounding beers all day and night... I think I had brought two thirty packs on that one...

Where did that guy go? Now, I'm someone different... And you know what? I like me better now... Things are different for a reason, I'm sure of it...

But to not go on a good bender every now and then? muwahahahahaha...(evil laugh)

im fucking sorry!

i am wicked pissed! im tired, im not even drunk or stoned... ive had a long ass day... ive let a lot go today... i wanted to post.. i even tried to leave a comment or twelve... i couldnt do it... im sad... ive been crying... my life is as it should be... in limbo, in question. i have too much to do and not enough fucking time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ill be better soon... sorry...

Going to fire up the still this weekend!

Yep, just to prove that I'm a bit crazy, I do indeed bootleg alcohol... Yes it must conjure up all kinds of images and perverse thoughts, but its not really like that at all... I make pure (almost, its 98.6%) moonshine... I make it during the day so sometimes I call it sunshine, but whatever...

I have to work a lot this weekend so we will see how much I get done. Out of five gallons of sugar, water, and champagne yeast I procure approximately one gallon of pure alcohol, I mix that with good old fashioned creek water and get around two gallons of one hundred proof moonshine. I've had all kinds of descriptions of what it tastes like and smells like but, to me it is very sweet and gives you a nice tequila like buzz... I enjoy it! Anyway, wish me luck!

ALL RIGHT...

Well, I was at a friends blogspot a month or so ago... She was talking about this place 25peeps. I submitted and now I'm on it... So if you are here reading this, check it out an give me a click or twenty! There are some really interesting folks there and its a fun thing.. Okay, its late, I'm drunk, and a little stoned. What ever..blip...

Now I'm sitting here with some shit ass beer from Lost Coast Brewery, its not my normal swill... Found the keys to the rifle case I was complaining about last month and thought all this was pretty funny! Good night peeps and have a great weekend!!!

THIS IS LIFE.

Yeah everyday it happens, life. Nothing you can do about it. We get older, not necessarily any wiser, but we go through it and hopefully we learn from it. I reckon I should come clean a bit.. (I'm watchin sling blade, pologize bout the funny accent.)

I've been on my own since I was about thirteen or so.. Lived with my grandparents in Missouri for awhile and following that, off and on with my father on the east coast... See I was "a man" at twelve... Knew what I wanted and where I was going in life. What I didn't see was the bouts of depression and suicidal thoughts I frequented as a youth... blip. Anyway, I liked to learn life the hard way, best way to learn a lesson.

Came to California on the grey hound, turned sixteen on the bus. Been here ever since, except for a year or so I went to live in Canada. Worked for my uncles airline. He owns a float plane operation in Whistler, B.C. good times, but don't ever work for your family...

Since then; my mom committed suicide and I survived it, my grandfather died, my dog was killed, I've been addicted to drugs, fought alcoholism(survived that too!), moved from here to there, run from cops and a whole lot more id never care to share unless asked... There isn't anything I wont answer to.

I've also saved a woman's life,(met her years later, powerful person, full of vim and vigor) kept people out of trouble, adopted a new animal, volunteered in the community, been an active part in my cousins life and, well whatever... I'm not here to toot my own horn... Let others say something good about me. My anonymous readers!

Fuck, this is starting to sound like a bad country song... hahahahaha!! I fucking hate country music... Bluegrass, okay. Country? Um well no..

I've been in this town for almost nine years now (almost a local, I figure ten years makes it!) and things have gone well for me more or less... Don't like me? fuck you! Say it to my face... Yeah I didn't think so... Err... My bad... Tantrum... I digress.

Life is what it is... You take it and have some humility about it when its your turn to turn red... You give it what you can and have fun along the way... For me, its all about being me. Yeah its tough. I might come off as a jerk, but when you know me, you wouldn't be able to say that, not even close... An asshole maybe, but I do more for my friends then I would ever do for my self...

Today was just another day, wanted to let y'all know where I've been coming from...

FUNNY STORY!

So on my way home from post work-work, and I give one of my best buddies a buzz... He answers?!?! This never, ever, ever happens... Always the machine.. For months we will leave messages on each others machines... Anyway, we go through the normal routine of catching up and apologizing for missing birthdays and congradulating one another for our accomplishments... blah, blah... I found out he is at school working late...

While we are talking, he walks out back into an empty part of the school and into the rearmost parking lot... This is where he used to live last year. This is one of the smartest people I know... He attends a prestigious architecture school in so Cal. But he did indeed live in the parking lot behind school...

Quick history; I've known him for years, I met him through a mutual friend, he moved in the next day! He has lived as far east as Massachusetts and as far west as Bumfuck, Alaska... He has lived with me off and on for six or seven years... Now hes in grad school in L.A.

He lived in between two shipping containers last year to save money. Uder a blue tarp. He lingered here in Big Sur too long and moved back on the first day of class. Leaving him no time to shop around for a house... His truck was already set up from weeks of traveling back from Alaska, so he just kind of set up camp at school and never really left. He had a bar-b-q and a chest of drawers, cabinets, a rug, couch, etc. You get the idea... All the comforts of home...

He became quick friends with the security there and they "watched my stuff" when he was away or whatever... Here it starts to get better... He would have people over to his place and have parties and shit... He even had some rudimentary hot water and electricity there! After party-parties and even a few hook ups! Bonfires and school events!

Somewhere in those months he met his present girlfriend, a young lady from Colombia... Three times as smart as her parents, who are published architects and presently in the U.S. under asylum status. I digress. Well she didn't really want to stay at his bachelor pad much, so he relented After the year eneded and summer abroad, he got himself an apartment next to the beach.(which in four months he has not ever even been to!)

Alright here is something.. So during our conversation he walks back out to this old secret spot to get some privacy and for whatever perverted memories he was trying to revisit... Only to find out it is now a popular hang out! Ashtrays and litter, more chairs and some one else is now quasi crashing there... Of course they don't have it as nice as he did, but it had that used sort of feeling.

My buddy is totally a.d.d and h.a.d.d. with some good old fashioned gentlemen built right in. One of the most generous guys I know! But spent the better part of the year, living in a parking lot to save money, it just didn't make any sense to him to get a place... He spends between twelve and eighteen hours a day at school, seven days a week... It would take him forty minutes to an hour to get to a house that he could afford to stay. Add the gas and bills that come with renting a place and it just didn't add up!

I can understand it! fucking guy lived in the bush in Alaska for months at a time, imagine all the amenities that this parking lot had over that!

Whatever, we thought it was interesting that now his old place is a gathering spot for a lot of other folks at his school... What do you think?

HERE WE GO...

I've got two minutes before I fall asleep on the keyboard here... But I just have to say what a day! So warm, beyond the late summer norm! Amazing, and I worked late, in heavy protective clothing. I could have run into the surf with my dog and not even worried about the ocean temp, instead I was welding and didn't even notice the sunset... Boo hoo... Not even after a fourteen hour day.

Then I went up to a friends house, with a buddy and helped the ladies there clean their new house like you wouldn't believe! There were people painting, scrubbing, wire brushing, scraping, moving, hauling etc... Anyway I chose a room and got some followers and directed a full scale nukeing of the old dining room..

I need not tell you more! We drank everything that was left in the house, smoked too much hash, inhaled too much cleaner and cleaned the fuck out of that room! Cealing to floor cracks!

Left there and stopped on the highway while driving home to look at the view! Huge moon! gnarley wind, epic waves, (I don't surf, not even remotely) and watched time go by peacefully for half an hour... Or so. Said hello and good bye to a few friends.

what an awesome day.. I'm filthy and hope I don't fall asleep in the shower, night folks!

WOW IT WORKED!

Well here is the place I was talking about below... I'll repeat what I said in the lower posting... Fucking condors! And here is some irony... This place is accualy called "Wild Bird"! And has some interesting history, which I could dig up if anyone wants to know!

You'll like this one...

So I'm at work, ill give you all a quick work update. A call just came in from Scott.. He is working down the coast on a job with a view you wouldn't believe... (ill try for a picture later) problem is there are these fucking condors that roost there...

Last month they ate! Yes that's right, they ATE the leather and foam off one of our backhoes seats.(that's a tractor on wheels)! About six hundred dollars worth of damage... One day to replace all the parts and clean up all the shit they left and two hours of trucking the equipment to and from the job site... So it cost us close to nine hundred bucks! Not to mention the one day of work the backhoe loses and that the job also falls a day behind, more money down drain...

Well today Scott calls to report that they have eaten all the rubber windshield lining off all the windows in our excavator! WTF? Also they ripped off the wipers and tore the mirror off; to eat the rubber from that as well... Broke a hole in the plastic cover on the roof window and shit all over the cab! Sweet...

Now I wont bore you with the list of things I will have to do to fix all these problems by the time it rains and a breakdown of the costs involved... But try about a thousand dollars in parts, labor and lost revenue from the machine being down...

Save the condors my ass... Yeah save them from me!

Are we allowed to shoot them? No, I would go to jail... Will they come and relocate them? No, they are just wild animals... arrrggh... There needs to be a better solution then this... We are not the only victims of these stupid vultures...

Private citizens have no recourse. They are even changing the laws for hunters, so that they are no longer are allowed to use a certain type of ammunition, it might make the birds sick or die if they were to ingest some of the lead... I don't really care about hunters and bullets, but if there is to be change there should be something in it for the landowner to regain some of the costs...

Anyway... Lame post, I'm ranting, but now I have to bring some soap and a brush to clean bird shit, the size of flat footballs, out of the cab of this piece of equipment...

I love birds....

WHOA.

Looks like the whole bottle of NyQuil cold and cough medicine I drank yesterday and the several beers I had on the way home, put me into a bit of a mood last night... Sorry, I'm feeling sick... Head is packed all day until I lay down of course... Then it runs freely! Sweet! Anyway, I'll post something fun later... Have a great day!

Here is something!

I find it hard to believe that there are moments in life where we don't all just get knocked back into our seats and say WTF!

Are there not moments in a book that make you put it down? Not because you refuse to read it any more but you simply cant? Your eyes fill and you fucking cant breath? Not crying, but almost? A movie does it? A place in time? Some one says something that unexpectantly hits you from the back? Never feel that way? No? You are so lucky....

I wish I was you...

I read something in the paper today, then I saw something on TV, then I was told something private from a friend and then... I listened to N.P.R. on the way home.... That was as far as I got... I pulled into Palo Colorado and parked.. I got out of my truck, and let it out!!! I screamed and let loose a demon from the deep!

Yeah you are imagining it now... Some dude standing on the side of the road, next to his truck throwing a tantrum...

I assure you this was not the situation...

I got back into my truck, wiped off my face, reached back and petted my dog and calmly drove up here... Unloaded the dish washer, threw a load into the washer and cracked a beer.

Is there ever a day where you hear too much? See too much? Read too much? And finally don't have anything else to say?!?!?

Good I'm not crazy...

A LITTLE TOO HIGH...

Sorry. I really wanted to finish the previous post I started, I left work, borrowed a movie from a friend and drove home... Fade to black...

New scene, something has changed. Our writer sits hunched over his keyboard, furiously typing away... What's he writing, you can't see, but you feel it might be important.. He's intense about what he's doing...

A strange noise behind him... Our author doesn't hear it over the pounding of his keys... In the shadows, something moves, a glint of light beams back out from the darkness... Another noise, a slow and grumbling sound, then the rattle of a chain... Slowly moving out of the darkness its...its...

Beau!!! My dog, he is hungry! His tummy is growling and I forgot to feed him when I got home! His purple chain collar is almost falling off and he is wagging his tail cause he knows I just figured it out! hahahaha...

Sorry, I've been partying by my self, lame I know. Its Friday I'm at my house in the middle of no where and I'm cracking my self up!

At the office...

Yes I know I've been leaving some lame posts... It happens, I was going to write about all the accidents that happened in the valley on Tuesday night but, I wont. I was also going to write about the fatality on Wednesday of one of our neighbors but, I wont do that either... I need to focus on something good and fun..

The weekend is coming! Hurray... Two daze of dirt biking in the mountains! Awesome food and sleeping in a tent in the rain... Muddy dogs and drunken fights! Sweet! It wouldn't be a south coast party unless we had all of the above!

Why does this sound like fun you ask? Getting dirty, being wet, possible broken bones? Well, sitting at home in the rain watching movies isn't going to do it for me... Moping around the house? Poor me? Hell no! Bring on the chaos, bring on the bar-b-q! hahahahaha! Can you tell I'm getting excited?

Got the mini bike fixed up and get to use my new to me Helmut! And my dog gets free roaming for about forty hours... Where we are going; they don't care about loose dogs, the ranch dogs are bolder then my pit mix and they all pretty much get along! He loves it! Little dirty kids running around and scraps of dirt ridden meat to woof down out of their grubby little hands. There is a pond for him to swim in and people who love him there, so I could say I'm excited for him as well..

Shit, one of my guys needs a hand right now so got to go...

To be continued...

I dont always get a chance for a positive post.

COULD ALWAYS BE WORSE...

Its raining, I'm tired and I'm grouchy... I roll up to work five minutes after the hour and everybody is out front doing a mandatory safety meeting.. Not one of those meetings, but one where we sit around listen to Wendy talk about hard hats or some shit and then sign a sheet saying we were there and we feel safer... I swear the work clock is fast, because they were winding up when I rolled in... Normally if I show up at that time its no big deal.. But when its safety meeting day and I'm late I look like an asshole...

Could these guys have broken more shit yesterday? I took one day off. The new auger is leaking fluid, its got less than twenty fucking hours on it.. The kenworth dump truck mysteriously has a bent panel and a broken box release arm! The Ford f-250 I fixed on Tuesday now has a new and different problem! The phase inverter in the shop is smoking? What the fuck, how do you screw that up! On or off... Don't mess with it!

"Someone" ripped the emergency brake handle off the 310c (its a back hoe)... What? How do you do that? Are you Hulk fucking Hogan? Are you at a wrestling match and need something to club someone with? No? So don't rip shit off the floor boards, okay!

The heater control knob I just replaced in the IH dump is broken again?!?! Of course no one knows how that happened... Your not in trouble asshole, this isn't Jr. High school, it would simply help me out if you would fess up and tell me how it happened so I can glean some information from you. If I know how it happened I can fix it better!!!

The ford f-350 you have been driving to the job site for weeks now, suddenly has no brakes? Huh, well after I looked at it and saw that not only did you wear through the brake pads but the whole backing plate as well!!!! I could have replaced the brake pads when they started squealing, thirty dollars. But now I have to rebuild the calipers and replace the rotors, which means ill be replacing bearings, races, and oil seals too!!! You are a smelly but plug! Now try four hundred dollars, and you don't get your premium ride to the job site for the rest of the week because it will be sitting on jackstands till next Friday afternoon!

More you ask? Yes! Somehow the keys got locked in your service vehicle... You didn't do it. You didn't try to get a coat hanger and unlock it either, nobody did... Well how the fuck did the paint get scratched off the door and cab of the truck, how did the rubber gasket that keeps rain out of the truck get torn to shit? Guess what? Enjoy your wet seat for the rest of the week until I can get a new installed...

Ill stop there, sorry readers, I'm foaming at the mouth here and needed a break from all the ignorance that's employed here... I swear some of our guys get more and more stupid everyday... And I notice that their personal rides are washed everyday, parked where no one might back into them and are meticulously maintained... Could they do that to a company truck? hah!

Ill come back later and post something positive and nice... Something you might enjoy reading!

The day after..

After having my morning beer to help with the hangover I have, (fairly small just a slight head ache and tummy rumble) I've been drinking soda... Not so good, I finished the third one and am heading downstairs to get another.. Been eating like crap all day as well. Ate an entire package of venison jerky, a can of tuna fish and smoked about a pack of Marlboro lights... Why, I dunno..

Last night was fun, usual Halloween... pre party at D's, filled with people drinking and smoking, finding the right face paint color, etc, etc... It was a good time... Some funny shit though... Some one lost a diamond ring that was her grandmothers, (sorry Heather but why would you wear that to Halloween?). Bits of girl drama, dudes puffing up in front of other dudes they didn't know... Lame...

We left and all went over to Chi's house where he has a good size pre party going... He had one last year that was much smaller. So I pulled him aside and said:

"Dude, congrats on wicked party!"
"Yeah man, thanx a lot. This is lots of fun." he replied
"You know next years will be huge! With this many people here this year, you know whats going to happen!" I told him
"Oh..." He pondered, then said "Shit, I'll have to cancel it next year and start back over"

He got my point... Although this years went over great and every one knew each other and nothing happened, next years would attract some undesirables who heard how good it was and might bring on an unwelcomed environment...

Yeah I'm a downer... But I've been there! I've had huge parties, with d.j.s and fire dancers and copious amounts of free drugs and alcohol... Hundreds of people! There has also been peoples cars stolen and vandalized, lots of theft and plenty of shit broken... There was a girl who said she was raped at one,( she later admitted that she was cheating on her boyfriend and got caught, so she tried to hide it.) almost lost my housing on that one...

People getting really sick and lots of drunken sex...Imagine the horror...hahaha!

There is a certain amount of acceptable loss and damage; but for chi, who lives in a studio off his grandmother house; any damage or loss is out of the question... Any way I digress.

The party at Nepenthe was good, great to see normally reserved folks let their hair down and take off most of their clothes, save for a thong and some fairy wings... Had a few drinks, the rest of the beer I snuck in and finished the flask of Yeager I brought, did some shots, smoked some a couple of dubies, you get the idea! Afterwards I got hit with some major drama that I didn't see coming at all and ended driving home... No afterparty, no hardcore drugs and didn't go to work today either...

I don't care about the after party shit, the people I talked to today didn't get home until seven this morning. And sound like death... So feeling a few aches seems to be a good thing... Well I'm going to make a pizza and watch a movie, good day to you all and wish me luck on the drama and hope it works out for me...