September 21, 2011
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oops...that's gonna leave a mark
dammittt!!! I just smarshed me glasses (again)!! I was checking the power steering fluid level, and after noticing that it's still full (which is awesome!), I slam the hood, just to hear the clinking of plastic underneath. just then, I realize I took my glasses off (for some reason) and left them on that support beam in front of the radiator. son of a bitch! those weren't cheap glasses...it's a bit ironic; check to see if one things fixed, just to go and break another thing
. oh well. they make more (my normal mantra after anything that I break). and if that's the worst of my day, then I'm still doin' good...I stop off at my favorite hardware store for more screws (for the hinges on my shed), and some more dog treats. Rosie likes those cheesy nums that I buy from there. then it's off to the grocery store for some foodage. while there I look up yet another floor jack for my truck. seems they don't carry a 2 ton jack (like the last one that I bought there), but the next size up (2 1/4 ton) is on sale for $49, and there's one left (shweet!). once home, I put the groceries away, screw in the remaining hinge holes in the shed, and bust out my new jack to see how it works. seems it's only partially assembled, and it's got a big dent in the carrying case. I assemble what needs assembling, then throw it back in the back of my truck. it looks (upon first use) like I can jack up my truck pretty high without the use of small 2x4's (like I needed with the smaller jack). cool!! now, if no one goes and steals it out of the back, I'll be good to go! my old jack survived many o' year (and one ditching) in the back where anyone could simply walk by and grab it...but no one did, so I'll push my luck with this one. I haven't seen Ron (aka Chas Manson) in a couple weeks, but I'll throw him the old one for scrap metal (being the big scrap guy that he is).
looks like a nice day! me and the pup lounge out on the porch, punkin' beer in hand, laptop (ummm...on lap), jotting down nothings. I see Brian (almost room mate/neighbor) is home, maybe I'll go grab my tools from him and wrench about on this snow blower (read yesterdays entry about this) *plan*
later: i finish this entry, do some dishes, and was about to bust out the white paint to re-paint the trim on my shed (it's gettin' a bit weathered), when the 'Squatch and his girlie show up (unannounced, of course, because they know better than to call me...I still got minutes on my trac-phone from a 1/2 year ago
). we sat about and shot the shit. I offer beers, but one has to drive and the other is on prescription meds. I just get done making some chicken helper stuff and snarfing a plate full when they pulled in, so I offer them some of that. nope. seems they just ate. we chat for a spell, then I take on the 'Squatch in an 18 hole round of Tiger Woods golf, and hand him his ass by some 4 strokes
. afterward, I bust out the white paint (as originally planned) and commence to paintin'. I quit around 4:30, throw the laptop outside and write down some more trash in me blahgage. I'm thinkin' it's about time to resume watching Iron Monkey 2 from where I fell asleep last night *plan*
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