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| Monday, September 14th, 2009 | | 10:41 am |
Duck ride!
This past weekend, my mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law, and niece came to Austin, and we went on the duck-ride. Amphibious truck-boats take you on an hour long tour of downtown and Lake Austin. This was a fun time and Avery (niece) enjoyed herself way more than when she was in an elevator. The tour guide/driver/captain was very entertaining, and I'm going to recomend it to visitors, from now on Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com Current Mood: boring | | Thursday, August 20th, 2009 | | 5:41 pm |
This drives me nuts.
A square block of my neighborhood closed off by police, 2 APCs with S.W.A.T. on the side, 6 motorcycle units, 20 unmarked police cars, an ambulance, 60+ policemen in my neighborhood, and I can't find it on the news. | | Saturday, July 25th, 2009 | | 12:30 am |
Oh, I've seen that chapter in your eyes...
I'm still not used to this laptop keyboard, but I am getting better. I only had to backspace three times and one of those was Radar stepping on my keyboard. (Editors note: So far) I've been a failure at trying to keep my coworker out of trouble. Everything I say in his defense is not treated well, makes me feel stupid, and reminds me over and over why I am an employee and not an employer. I could elaborate on this if I was more eloquent, but it will have to sit for now. Other than that, work is fabulous. Except for the whole severe dehydration thing. I am of Northern Celtic stock, and not built to survive summers with more than 8 or 9 100 degree plus workdays. I have weeks of 8 or 9 hundred degree plus days, now. What do you mean there are only 7 days in a week? I guarantee there were 10 100 degree plus days last week! I would bet my depleted gall-bladder on it! Current Music: It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing | | Thursday, July 23rd, 2009 | | 10:00 pm |
Jesus, people, know your rights, okay? | | Friday, July 10th, 2009 | | 7:32 pm |
My car is temporarily dead, but I am not on to let things like that depress me. I'm letting my temporary lack of money depress me, instead. | | Wednesday, July 1st, 2009 | | 11:38 pm |
The cat...
...just brought me a present. I thought Hobbes had spit a bb on me. The little metal pellet that comes out of an air rifle. The small, spherical kind, not the .22 caliber CO2 powered kind. Anyways, the little bob-tailed bastard jumped up on the couch next to me and spit it on my arm. I guess cats lack true lips and therefore cannot purse their mouths and properly spit like a camel or a third-baseman, therefore Hobbes really mouth-dropped his bb on me. Like a dog dropping a ball so he can fetch it, again? Anyways, my cats don't play fetch, and they rarely bring me hunting trophies, so I assumed he had just lost interest in the damned bb. Then, he dove head first at it and grabbed it, again, and then dropped it, again, on my arm. Then it started crawling on me. Hobbes had brought me a damned wood-louse. Or Rollie-pollie. Or Doodle-bug. Whatever. | | Sunday, June 21st, 2009 | | 3:47 pm |
How redneck can you be? Yesterday, after delivering some propane, we jumped in the pick-up and took a boat to the lake. We went bass fishing. We drank light beers, including Lone Star Light, and used a sonar fish-finder. We peed in the lake. At about 5:30, we took a break to grill steaks and french-fry some potatoes in a turkey fryer. After eating, we returned the boat to the lake and fished until 8 the next morning, while drinking Jaegerbombs. We then returned to the pop-up camper and slept until noon. How to lose your redneck card: In 20 hours of fishing, we only caught one fish each. | | Friday, April 24th, 2009 | | 7:44 pm |
God damn it. Birthday dread, again. | | Wednesday, April 1st, 2009 | | 11:44 pm |
I need to learn to be fun-loving
April Fool's Day just kills me because I come up with very elaborate, very sadistic jokes to play on people. Then I talk myself out of playing any sort of jokes. Example: I lucked into a ticket to see Leonard Cohen, tonight, and thought of several jokes such as "L.C. just keeled over on stage! April Fool's!" Very cruel, right? I was sort of surprised by the reaction to the suggestion that I fake my own death. It made me want to start an elaborate hoax that didn't involve someone dying, but that just sort of curdled in my brain's mouth until I couldn't even think about it. I'm just not as hilarious as I think I am. | | Thursday, March 26th, 2009 | | 3:10 pm |
Themes
We were uploading heaters from the Key Bar, when Roppollo's called and told us to come get the keys and make copies of them so we can deliver at will. A driver passing down West Sixth blared their horn at another driver, and the horn kept going until the car was well past Lamar. I said, "That idiot just got so mad they broke their horn for the foreseeable future. Anger's bad." Then, Escondida called to tell us that Justin borrowed their keys and never returned them. We had to haul ass from Key Bar to Roppollo's to Home Depot to Roppollo's to another Roppollo's to work to find the keys and get them returned before 4. Bossman tells me, "I was so mad at Justin that I honked the horn at a jaywalker I almost hit and the horn stuck and I had to take it apart to get it to stop." So, to recap: "Keys, horns, run-on sentence." | | Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 | | 8:54 pm |
So it has become increasingly difficult to put anything in my livejournal. Sorry, people, I keep on meaning to twitter things to remind me to write a real entry, but it just ain't as motivating as it should be. I don't twitter as often as I should, such as when I saw the brightest damned rainbow I have ever seen this afternoon. Or when we passed roughly eleventy-three cars stuck in the ditches along the side of the toll road on the way back to the shop. Or when I made myself sick with worry, yesterday, and developed what felt like an ulcer but was probably, really only the result of eating at taco stands and roadside chicken roasters for the past two weeks religiously. Meaning I did some bowing down and praying in the meantime. Moctezuma's revenge has been imported, praise Jebus. Work is good, life is good, Mark is not good. Evil is more fun. | | Saturday, February 28th, 2009 | | 8:48 pm |
So, after my "Ash Wednesday" picture, guess who was on "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me?" The one, the only, Bruce Campbell himself. Excellent and all Bader-Meinhoff, no? Last night, I went to see G. Love and Special Sauce with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kitty2dakat, "the Unabomber[sic]," and Heath Ledger. There was some dancing involved. Go see my facebook for pictures, and shit. Welcome to livejournal, Fabulisa. I have another avenue to bother you through, now. Also, you don't have polyps. | | Wednesday, February 25th, 2009 | | 5:52 pm |
| | Sunday, February 1st, 2009 | | 4:01 pm |
| | Tuesday, January 27th, 2009 | | 8:40 pm |
Blah blah blah winter storm warning blah blah blah propane blah blah blah clutch.
One of our trucks went down, today. As my coworker was figuring out that his son has chicken pox. As a storm was bearing down on us. As I was losing my mind listening to my coworker talk about me hating him being on the phone to a friend of his on the phone. That last one was a bit insane. If you know that I hate it when you talk on the phone, why would you, in front of me, tell them how much I hate it when you talk on the phone instead of just, I don't know, HANGING THE FUCK UP? One of our big trucks is having clutch problems, so tomorrow, I get to work with a stranger out of a small truck in an emergency situation (meaning we need a big truck for the route but don't have it) and I don't know if we have the time to do any of it. Definitely not all of it. Maybe not nearly enough of it to survive. Like the company survive, not me. I can work all day long with no problems, but the company can't miss certain customers. I'm babbling. A truck is broke, someone will fix it, I hope. | | Sunday, January 25th, 2009 | | 7:44 pm |
| | Sunday, January 18th, 2009 | | 8:58 am |
| | Saturday, January 17th, 2009 | | 1:31 am |
| | Thursday, January 15th, 2009 | | 10:09 pm |
Ugh!
I need to have a conversation with my coworker about excessive cell-phone usage. Any suggestions, people? I need to not have to give directions three times in a period of thirty seconds. I need to not have to tell someone three times in a driving area of one block that he needs to be in the far left lane. My life is at stake, here, too. Here's where it gets slippery: I have to spend a lot of time on the cell, myself, in order to get my job done. Who am I to tell him to stop answering his phone when I am constantly answering my own. Also, he has kids and has to make arrangements for his kids constantly. What do I say to him? "Stop talking to your stripper friends all day and just drive?" "One day, you'll need to take a call, and you've just cried wolf yourself into not being allowed to answer?" Surely someone out there knows. | | Saturday, January 10th, 2009 | | 10:52 pm |
So, I bought me one of them GPS thingies. Everyone asks, "You never get lost, why do you need a GPS?" Well, it's because I'm really bad at figuring out what sort of directions to give to people. Do you work better on landmarks or street signs or mileages or what? I'm sick of giving directions at work, which I seem to be doing all the time, so a little talking box that can take over that part of my job would be awesome, right? The damned thing keeps picking bad routes that take up too much time. Does anyone have any ideas how to make these damned satellite boxes work right? Who ever thought that moving heavy tanks of gas would be the easy part of my job? |
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