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the calvary and the zen of men
you know, sometimes my mouth runs and runs, and just doesn't know when to stop. i plead fatigue and a rough night last night, but today will be better.
so let it be written, so let it be done.
:)
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the Calvary came to the rescue monday -- not only did Gem's Main Squeeze show up with his rider (and finished off the grass in about FIVE MINUTES, how aggravating is that?) the knight also showed up to tinker with the mower. of course, he got it running in less than fifteen (stuck float) but it remains to be seen if that's a long-term fix or just a band-aid. the air filter was nasty, too.
of course, the way it's been raining i might be better off redesigning the mower as a pontoon boat.
so, the grass is cut and next week, we'll see if the Princess fires up or if i can give myself yet another rupture.
stay tuned.
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you know, men are so cute. i love men. they are just hilarious, especially when they get together and do their Bonding Rituals. doesn't matter if it's engines, code, or fishing, when two men get together and start talking Man Talk, it just cracks me up.
snippets of conversation i remember:
"Nah, I don't know much about small engines, I'm used to working on big ones." (picture a preening peacock.)
"What's in your garage?" (picture a dog sniffing another's hindquarters.)
"Gotta '73 Mustang convertible, original, numbers matching." (OOO, OOO...picture a gorilla throwing down.)
"Harley. Yeah, we go riding. She likes it." (picture this).
heh. funny shit.
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that's not even counting the..."Oh, so you're from up there? Say, do you know..."
"Hell, yeah, sure do! Helluva nice guy, good kids. If you know him, you probably know THIS guy..."
"Yeah, yeah! Hey, did you hear he retired...."
and so on they went. we womenfolk just kinda faded into the background whilst the Menfolk did their dance. it's just so funny.
don't you think so?
****
i hate this shift. have i mentioned that? it's not the work, that's fine (other than the laundry, and i promised i wouldn't whine about that again) it's the hours. i went to bed about two, up at 5:45, and i have GOT to do better than that. i'll go back to bed without accomplishing a damned thing, hopefully sleep until noon, and that gives me about two hours to get my head screwed on. a little after two i'll leave for work, and then the day is shot to shit.
the good news is i'm getting four days a week, and in ninety days i'll be eligible for medical. it's a crappy plan, but it's better than what i have now and i need it.
will fold laundry for medical insurance. *gigglesnort* i know it's not funny, but it is.
****
okay, i'm snoozing. wake me at noon.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
so let it be written, so let it be done.
:)
****
the Calvary came to the rescue monday -- not only did Gem's Main Squeeze show up with his rider (and finished off the grass in about FIVE MINUTES, how aggravating is that?) the knight also showed up to tinker with the mower. of course, he got it running in less than fifteen (stuck float) but it remains to be seen if that's a long-term fix or just a band-aid. the air filter was nasty, too.
of course, the way it's been raining i might be better off redesigning the mower as a pontoon boat.
so, the grass is cut and next week, we'll see if the Princess fires up or if i can give myself yet another rupture.
stay tuned.
****
you know, men are so cute. i love men. they are just hilarious, especially when they get together and do their Bonding Rituals. doesn't matter if it's engines, code, or fishing, when two men get together and start talking Man Talk, it just cracks me up.
snippets of conversation i remember:
"Nah, I don't know much about small engines, I'm used to working on big ones." (picture a preening peacock.)
"What's in your garage?" (picture a dog sniffing another's hindquarters.)
"Gotta '73 Mustang convertible, original, numbers matching." (OOO, OOO...picture a gorilla throwing down.)
"Harley. Yeah, we go riding. She likes it." (picture this).
heh. funny shit.
****
that's not even counting the..."Oh, so you're from up there? Say, do you know..."
"Hell, yeah, sure do! Helluva nice guy, good kids. If you know him, you probably know THIS guy..."
"Yeah, yeah! Hey, did you hear he retired...."
and so on they went. we womenfolk just kinda faded into the background whilst the Menfolk did their dance. it's just so funny.
don't you think so?
****
i hate this shift. have i mentioned that? it's not the work, that's fine (other than the laundry, and i promised i wouldn't whine about that again) it's the hours. i went to bed about two, up at 5:45, and i have GOT to do better than that. i'll go back to bed without accomplishing a damned thing, hopefully sleep until noon, and that gives me about two hours to get my head screwed on. a little after two i'll leave for work, and then the day is shot to shit.
the good news is i'm getting four days a week, and in ninety days i'll be eligible for medical. it's a crappy plan, but it's better than what i have now and i need it.
will fold laundry for medical insurance. *gigglesnort* i know it's not funny, but it is.
****
okay, i'm snoozing. wake me at noon.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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