I have never liked Courtney Love. Ever.
The dude that wrote that book on barefoot running needs to go, well I can't say it here this blog is read by my family. At least the chia seed drink isn't too bad.
Friday, August 13, 2010
doing my part
Today I did my part for the underground economy. No, it did not involve drugs or sex. Not that underground, goodness I thought you all knew me better than that.
I needed all the big furniture moved between two bedrooms in my house. I'm tired and just one person so I didn't want to take 5 hours doing it myself. How to solve the problem?
Get in my truck and drive down to the nearest Home Depot parking lot. If you ever wanna relieve the scene in any disaster movie where the last survivor with any food or gasoline or whatever is discovered this is a good way to reenact it. As soon as I stopped with the windows rolled down I was totally surrounded and bombarded with pleas, looks, questions and out stretched hands.
Yelling out what I wanted in a mixture of english and spanish and setting some rough terms I then had to pick people based on just looks and what they could say to me. So I picked two younger bigger guys and fought everyone else off. One guy actually just tried jumping in my truck.
After Mario, Jose and I got a better feel for each other and nailed down the firm terms of the contract I drove them to my house, they did the work I wanted in about the time I expected, I paid them and then took them back to Home Depot.
I learned from my last day labor adventure you don't give anyone food or water until they ask for it, or else they take like a 30 minute break right then. I also asked them to take off their shoes while doing the work in my house too, which they did.
I've had a gardener, a house keeper, hired day labor and such things before. I have no "white man's burden" as it were. I don't feel guilty or superior. I just feel like a cog in a really huge machine. Simply that. I want to get stuff done as quickly and efficiently and cheaply as possible. And if that means hiring an illegal or undocumented worker for a few hours, then so be it. (sorry to my friends in the CBP)
I needed all the big furniture moved between two bedrooms in my house. I'm tired and just one person so I didn't want to take 5 hours doing it myself. How to solve the problem?
Get in my truck and drive down to the nearest Home Depot parking lot. If you ever wanna relieve the scene in any disaster movie where the last survivor with any food or gasoline or whatever is discovered this is a good way to reenact it. As soon as I stopped with the windows rolled down I was totally surrounded and bombarded with pleas, looks, questions and out stretched hands.
Yelling out what I wanted in a mixture of english and spanish and setting some rough terms I then had to pick people based on just looks and what they could say to me. So I picked two younger bigger guys and fought everyone else off. One guy actually just tried jumping in my truck.
After Mario, Jose and I got a better feel for each other and nailed down the firm terms of the contract I drove them to my house, they did the work I wanted in about the time I expected, I paid them and then took them back to Home Depot.
I learned from my last day labor adventure you don't give anyone food or water until they ask for it, or else they take like a 30 minute break right then. I also asked them to take off their shoes while doing the work in my house too, which they did.
I've had a gardener, a house keeper, hired day labor and such things before. I have no "white man's burden" as it were. I don't feel guilty or superior. I just feel like a cog in a really huge machine. Simply that. I want to get stuff done as quickly and efficiently and cheaply as possible. And if that means hiring an illegal or undocumented worker for a few hours, then so be it. (sorry to my friends in the CBP)
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Ya big jerk!
24 hours of marinading/curing in the super secret brine and now for 24 hours of alder and hickory smoking.
Cue Homer Simpson style, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
it's my creation
Three pounds of top round steak and an electric carver.
One cup sea salt, one cup brown sugar, black pepper and the rest is a secret!!
24 hours in the fridge and then about 16 in the smoker and voila delicious beef jerky!
Jerky in the store costs about $25 a pound. Three pounds of good low fat meat cost me $11 at Vons. Oh yeah, nothing like DIY sometimes. Especially when it is delicious and unique.
One cup sea salt, one cup brown sugar, black pepper and the rest is a secret!!
24 hours in the fridge and then about 16 in the smoker and voila delicious beef jerky!
Jerky in the store costs about $25 a pound. Three pounds of good low fat meat cost me $11 at Vons. Oh yeah, nothing like DIY sometimes. Especially when it is delicious and unique.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
TODAY! HOY! AUJOURD'HUI!
Sometimes, you've got to just live for the day you have today. For me that meant a 5.2 mile trail run/walk at Marian Bear Park. (i was tired ok??) Then surfing at La Jolla Shores. Since I am not good enough to take my cell/camera into the water you are stuck with these non-action pics.
Loading up the truck. Right after I watched some moron put the jumper cables on the wrong terminals on their Porsche and cause a whole heck of a lot of smoke to appear. I quickly straightened them out and got their old Speedster started.
Beached whale!!
Not a cute smile, but a genuine one at least.
Flat. Just how I like it. Ugh, curse of the red shirted instructors of newbie tourists as well.
My board's bottom.
This is what happens when you text and drive. But not what happens when you take pictures and drive.
Loading up the truck. Right after I watched some moron put the jumper cables on the wrong terminals on their Porsche and cause a whole heck of a lot of smoke to appear. I quickly straightened them out and got their old Speedster started.
Beached whale!!
Not a cute smile, but a genuine one at least.
Flat. Just how I like it. Ugh, curse of the red shirted instructors of newbie tourists as well.
My board's bottom.
This is what happens when you text and drive. But not what happens when you take pictures and drive.
It's a major award, errr, surgery!
From my GI doctor's email to me today,
"Regarding your surgery, I agree with resection of the apparent short stricture. I'm a little less convinced that you need the gastric surgery, but I will discuss with the surgeon."
So, two out of two doctors recommend I have surgery. Now they just have to decide how much to cut out, how to cut it out and where exactly. And decide about my newly diagnosed stomach issue as well. (and if they want any more imaging tests beforehand as well)
Ok, now that everyone is on board they are gonna cut me open, let's do this! Sooner rather than later.
Bring it on!!!!
"Regarding your surgery, I agree with resection of the apparent short stricture. I'm a little less convinced that you need the gastric surgery, but I will discuss with the surgeon."
So, two out of two doctors recommend I have surgery. Now they just have to decide how much to cut out, how to cut it out and where exactly. And decide about my newly diagnosed stomach issue as well. (and if they want any more imaging tests beforehand as well)
Ok, now that everyone is on board they are gonna cut me open, let's do this! Sooner rather than later.
Bring it on!!!!
Monday, August 9, 2010
no wonder.....?!?!?!?
I guess I shouldn't be surprised I don't sleep well when I have:
-Godzilla
-a baby Jaws
-a viking totem
-startled Sponge Bob
all on my night stand watching me while I sleep........a
(now I just need a cat to come in at night and crawl up the covers and suck the breathe out of me all Stephen King style)
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