Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
got a three hour or so massage yesterday... awesome! deep tissue, some Thai stretching and she threw in a little lymph pressure draining. just to make sure i was going to be a complete pile of worthless poo today. i feel like I've been beaten up, then thrown into an industrial dryer for good measure. and things are loosening up so much that every move i make, bones are popping and things are moving around. i should be lying in a hot tub in the snow somewhere so i can jump in and out of the heat.
yeah poor me! i know you all are just wishing me the best, and wondering how i could have endured such torture... oh the misery...
other news? none. i should be working, but I'm not. I've read the two papers, perused on-line news and checked a Cabelas catalog for stuff i cant afford.
but I've tried to catch up on all my awesome commenter's and do some scheduling for the rest of the week.
tonight: Halloween party at cheeses work.
tomorrow: hungover from cheeses work party, go to Halloween party at nepenthe and boogie down.
Thursday: hungover from nepenthe, go to farmers house for some beer and food.
Friday: hung over from farmers house, go home and get ready for wedding. very formal.
Saturday: wedding for buddy in town, reception somewhere else, get drunk, make ass out of self.
Sunday:hung over from wedding and body is breaking down. sleep and maybe some mimosas in the morning.
its a work in progress. speaking of work, i should put that in my list somewhere. no?
Saturday, October 27, 2007
"i'm letting two cars through, clear?"
"go ahead, i have one waiting..."
"fire is in rout and CHP is standing by."
"copy, sending cars through, last is a gold taurus..."
i flash my lights at cheese, but she is already gone. i dont want to hammer down the highway, my scanner only goes two miles and it doesnt sound like a check point. more like an accident. my fuel light is on and i pull over at the last gas and insert the card. cheese pulls up from the opposite direction and says:
"there is an accident ahead, i dont want to go first."
"i know, i heard it on the scanner."
i pump gas and we head north. four door volvo and a green mustang. i know both these cars. the last one is also someone i know, but he is parked on the side, looks like he saw what happened and is doing the witness thing. the one car involved makes my skin crawl, i turn cold and pull over just out of sight of the accident. cheese pulls up behind me.
"did you see those cars? the mustang looks like denims!?!"
"i didn't get a good look, what do you want to do? do you want to try and call him?"
"lemme get around the corner, i'll try him."
"let me know!"
in big sur we don't get a lot of cell phone reception, but as a "local" we know where it comes in and out. i call. ring, ring, ring, ring, machine... i call again, ring, ring, ring, ring, machine. i leave a convoluted message. and say to my self, fuck. dude, dont fuck with me.... hoping i think...get off your girlfriend and answer the fucking phone!!! i call again, ring, ring, beep beep... (i recieve a text message...)
"at a show."
fuck yah! i get a sweat and pump my fist into the steering wheel! call cheese give her the news and do the speed limit home.
here is the problem with all of this. had it been my brotherly friend, i would not have been able to pull over and help, i could not have turned around and made a bit of difference in the seemingly morbid situation. fact of the matter is, (if anyone was paying attention to the begining of the post, we'd been drinking all afternoon, well i had been.) perfectly able to rescue a drowning man from a raging river, able to leap small buildings in a single bound, but talk to a cop without blowing a .12? forget it!
what scared me most was that if it had been my buddy (yah you fuck!) i could not have pulled over for you. i could not have done a god damn thing for you right then, there or that minute.
wanna know what fear is for me? being helpless in a situation. im sorry.. i feel this way often...
Friday, October 26, 2007
so this morning i get a call on the radio from one of our up and coming plumber types.
"uh halo, uh de pipes es leaking."
"hello? who is this? what do you need?
"yeah es miguel, pipas problemas. pipe wrench?"
"hi miguel, you need a pipe wrench?"
"what do you want me to do about it?"
"yes, tank you."
"what, hey wait a minute, I'm not bringing you a pipe wrench. you need to come and get it yourself."
"you need to get your own pipe wrench! i do not deliver pipe wrenches to job sites, you should have brought the tools to the job. if you are pluming today, you will need pipe wrenches."
"uhh, es mike dere."
"hes in a meeting."
"yes, we need pipe wrenches, de pipes are leaking."
"what do you want me to do about it?"
"if. you. need. a. pipe. wrench. you. need. to. come. back. to. the. yard. and. get. one."
twenty minutes later...
"mike is in a meeting, wassup?"
"uh, de pipes es leaking, pipe wrenches?"
I'm really excited to be talking with this particular individual at this point! but, i bust out my best attempt at Spanish, calmly try and tell him in three different ways that there is nobody here to bring him tools that he will need to do his job. that indeed it is his job to return to the yard and get his own tools and he needs to it fast, if there is water leaking, it doesn't sound good.
"oh, okay." he says finally.
"uh, okay, tank you too." i reply.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Yeah, i wanted to change it up a little. I'm getting a little more savvy with the blogger shit. hope you like it, lemme know what you think and if you dont like it i will let you know that you are number one! busy day here at the office and need to be working outside. taking Monday off, I'm getting some back work done. maybe I'll be able to sit up straight? have sex for more than five minutes with out laying on my back? walk a straight line? (yeah right.) I'll be back tomorrow!
don't get me wrong, I'm not saying my heart is totally cold. i have friends who are affected by this fire. grandparents who have lost their home, sisters who have been evacuated and have not been able to return to their homes yet. and another friend whose job and school have been closed down. hard to pay the fucking rent when they closed your place of work!
but there is always that other side of the coin. why live in a trailer in the Midwest when you know bush has his finger on the natural disaster button, ready to push it when ever he is bored and fox news needs some money? why live in Florida when you know any minute the next hurricane is coming through to peel off your roofs and suck your most precious fluffy out the window! California earthquakes? need i say more about that? um what about New Orleans? does the smell of piss and vomit really sound that appealing to people, enough to make them want to live there? oh and not to mention its sits below sea level! from coast to coast we live in these micro climates from hell, and why are we so fucking surprised when this shit goes down. its not catastrophic, it's nature you doorknobs. its going to burn, shake, blow, flood, rain and bake no matter what we do... so quit bitching and start saying:
"well, that's life. i guess i should deal with it."
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
and you can read about her here. you will have to find out more about her on your own or even invite her over to your place... I'm fuckin thirsty and a buddy just called and said come over for some beers. so I'm gonna cut this shrt, (ha ha, get it? supposed to be short, but i wrote shrt.. ha ha funny me.)
what all that information does for i couldn't tell you, but I'm heading out to catch a buzz. and remember tomorrow is only a day away.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
after the fire fiasco went down in our neighborhood, its all anybody seems to be talking about. where it might have started, how, who.... same old bullshit. the gossip whores around think it "musta been a meth lab". no i don't think so. marijuana, lots of it, meth labs? not so much. but anything to create some kind of drama. the woman who lost her trailer/home in the fire had two kids and lost everything. she is quoted as saying "i have a hard time feeling sorry for my self when that firefighter has died." damn, this woman has nothing now and folks here are labeling her a meth head cause she looks dirty and distraught... so soon the residents here forget that they too lived in a trailer at one point in their own lives, and probably with a member of their own family... shame on you dirty gossip whores.
our road is in pretty good shape for the bit of rain we got. cheese and i went out on Friday in the storm after work and cleared out trenches and drained out huge puddles that were forming. did that until after dark! it was fun. digging in the mud during the pouring rain. we've had a few days of sunshine and i think more rain is to come this week. doesn't bother me much but this early winter weather is really fucking with all the dope farmers.
I'll explain; about now is when people start to harvest the majority of their cash crops. some have had an early harvest, but most wait until the last full moon of the month.(the harvest moon) and so now is about the time to harvest and start drying these money making crops. people are beginning to build their "lean-tos and drying sheds... except that its been dumping rain. and damp and foggy and moist and not very windy. so what happens is all this weather is going to make everyones pot moldy. well for most of the bigger growers, they have to dry out in the back country. that means paking in propane heaters and all kinds of shit. (more fires anyone?) some people will bring their shit home and dry it inside. here is the problem with that if you live anywhere but, waythefuckoutthere. it stinks! ever run over a skunk? how about two dead skunks in the road? well, imagine hanging twenty to, i dunno, two hundred skunks(depending on how many plants you have) in your house out to, err dry and you might get the odoriferous picture. its really not that bad, but its damn close! so for those unlucky enough to have harvested early, sucks to be you and you should have waited a little bit longer!!! hahahahahahahahahahaha.....
i don't know why i thought that was funny. it just is... well kids its about fucking lunch time now and I'm hungry as fuck!! (how hungry is fuck anyway?) enjoy the week!
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
"well it's all the Internet sites he visits." and
"there were programs on there that don't belong on there." and
"it's not anything that i did! he must have done something to crash it."
I'm starting to really hate this man. even as i type this, he is at his desk talking to a tech on the phone about a water filtration system he just installed on a job. hes complaining about there being faulty parts and he would like "new" ones express shipped. couldn't have been anything you did fucker!!!
anyway, ill leave this all behind me now.
like i said i have not been posting,(because you know why...) and as you also know posting on dial up is excruciating... so I'll try a small tidbit for you all now.
I'm getting fat. well I'm getting fatter, hows that? and winter is coming. hmm... not the time to be running around and getting all kinds of exercise is it now? here is my dilema. i like drinking beer when I'm conscious. id do it when I'm sleeping as well but id probably wet the bed. problem number two, i love good food, special cheese makes wicked good food and i can sometimes dazzle your palate as well. problem three, I'm a lazy fucker too... i know i work my ass off. i go non stop at home with projects and the like but don't really get my heart rate up often enough. and i smoke.so lets recap, i drink, i eat rich foods, I'm lazy and i smoke. um, sounds like I'm fucked. winter is coming and soon i wont even be able to see what I'm holding onto when i pee...
just kidding. I'm not that fat. 5'11", 190 pounds and all sex machine... hahahahahaa.... but i am worried about it. need to start doing something about the budda belly though. i go through bouts of exercise. push ups, sit ups and all that crap. but not in a while. funny thing is, strap a back pack on me and I'll death march with the best of them just let me put on a knee brace and bring my flask of whiskey!
"five day trip through the wilderness? no fucking problem."
"get on a bike and ride to the bottom of my road? fuck you! I'd rather drive."
i don't get it, i smoke and i can hike thirty miles. but motivate to go on a walk down to the point? fuck no, I'll drive. so i think I'll start changing the life style again a little bit. so get ready to hear a new kind of bitching about how different parts of my body are hurting now. (still wont catch me on a bike. even though i own one of these..)
i think what I'll start doing is throwing thirty or so beers into a back pack and go hiking into the canyons around here until the beer is gone. sound good? anybody have any exercise ideas that involve drinking, eating, laziness and smoking? let me know. I'll try them out for ya!
enjoy your week!!