Monday, August 30, 2010
The bad thing about it this year is I am scheduled to work 5 AM to 3 PM this week at work. I am also supposed to drive the van down to the festival loaded with folks who had to work regular jobs (Some of our folks take the week of and stay at our church organization's campground which is next door). The van leaves at 4 PM and doesn't get home until somewhere around 10:30.
Our mid-week service is moved to tomorrow instead of Wednesday as normal.
It's going to be a long rest of the week.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, I had a doctor's appointment right after picking "The Boy" up from school. My truck was running hot (which started the day before) so I deduced that my thermostat had gone bad. I went to the auto parts store from doctor's office, picked up a new thermostat & gasket, then went home so my truck could cool off enough for me to do the swap out (WARNING- Never try to swap out a thermostat while the engine is hot. You will get burned).
While the truck was cooling off, I mowed the grass and went out to eat with my wife & grandchildren. When we got home, she took the grandkids home while I went about to work on the truck.
My wife advised me to reread the instructions on how to do it in the Haynes Automotive Repair manual that I have for my truck. Hello, I'm a guy. Guys don't read instructions. I decided to anyway. In the book, it says that before you condemn you thermostat, check the trouble shooting page for more reasons your vehicle could be overheating.
When I did that, one of the entries was "You radiator cap may not be sealed properly." I went out to check. Not only was the radiator cap not sealed properly, the seal was almost non-existent. I called my wife and explained what I had found. I also told her that the auto parts store closed in 20 minutes.
She got home & we dashed off to the store. I walked in with four minutes to spare. The same employee who had sold me the thermostat was still there. Looking at the radiator cap, he exclaimed "Wow, I'll bet that there's your problem." I exchanged the thermostat & gasket for the radiator cap and came out $1.29 ahead. When I replaced the cap (and added more coolant) the truck ran like a top.
BTW- on a related note, If your vehicle occasionally won't start after you've driven it, you battery may have a dead cell. I replaced my truck battery on Thursday for that reason. I got good service from that battery, seeing that it was older than my truck. I drive a 1992 Silverado, and the battery was purchased in 1984 (It was in the truck when I bought it).
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Since I take my lunch to work every day, that got me thinking, "Why would I want to take my lunch to work on Sunday?"
Monday, August 23, 2010
The manual was printed in 1960. I have NEVER driven the shear around with a woman sitting on it. Ever.
I wonder what OSHA would have to say about this?
Friday, August 20, 2010
A warm & gracious greeting to those who have stopped by to find out the rest of the story about my not-so-bright brother, Sir Gattabout, and the consternation he caused my parents.
When we left off in last weeks story, he and my parents had just had a long talk (for those just coming in, read Flashback Friday #100 to catch up with the rest of the class).However, the talk didn't go as my parents had hoped. Gattabout was just as obstinate & rebellious (and stupid) as before. Nobody was going to tell him what to do.
To prove this, he went back to school and withdrew. That's a fancy term for dropped out. He felt like he knew it all, and another half year of school wouldn't make him any smarter (he was a Senior at the time). There were too many rules and nobody was going to tell him what to do.
To prove that he was his own boss, he made a major decision that changed his life. He joined The U.S. Army. (Oh yea, Nobody's gonna tell him what to do in there)
When he told Mom & Dad what he had done, they pleaded for him to reconsider. Nope, wasn't happening. He made his decision and he was sticking to it.
When the time came for him to meet the bus to take him to basic training, Dad drove him to Columbus to meet it. He was afraid that it would be too much for Mom. He said Gattabout didn't look back.
The first letter we got from him from his basic training at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, sounded like he woke up from the fog that surrounded him. He was homesick, sore and really didn't like his D.I or the Army in general (no pun intended). He did say that no matter how unpleasant it became, he would never shame the family by going A.W.O.L. like my cousin had from the Navy.
My chief tormentor was gone. The one who had blackmailed me for years was several states away now. No more nightly pummelings. Mom & Dad were sad, but I was ecstatic. It didn't take long for me to begin the takeover of his old bedroom (he had a door & a closet, I didn't).
So here you have it. My previous posts were my life B.A. (before Army). Henceforth, I will post of my life A.A. (after Army). It's now the middle of my 8th grade in school and I'm facing the trials & tribulations of a 14 year old. And we all know know that that is a rough time in any one's life.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
In my mind's eye, these workers are replacing the mural of LeBenedict, in downtown Cleveland, with a giant mural of my granddaughter. Too cool.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Punt, Pass & Praise Football League has eight teams. This is the third year of it's existence. There are four of us who have played all three years. This year we also have a "lovely" trophy to award to the winner:
This is the championship banner that some lucky individual gets to hang from the rafters in his man cave:
Here is the draft board just before the draft began:
And here is the board about three hours later(Each color represents a different position. Orange-Running back, yellow-wide reciever, light blue -quarterback, green- tight end, gray- team defense, white-kicker):
While we were drafting, we enjoyed great food & fellowship. We also had a few laughs along the way (what's the fun of a live draft if you can't rib someone about their selection?). Here are a few quotes that I scribbled down:
(While someone was looking over the menu trying to decide what to order) "Come already. You're not drafting your food."
(Someone looking down the sheet to cross off the player just selected) "Where do I find Manning?" "Look under quarterbacks." came the reply.
(While looking up information on their blackberry) "Hey, You're not calling your wife to ask for advice, are you?"
(Spoken after an injury prone player was taken) "Better get the Carfax on him to see if he's broken."
(Spoken after the selection of a player who has had brushes with the law) "You'll have to post bail on him first.
(Spoken of a player with a hyphenated name) "He must have wanted to keep his maiden name".
A good time was had by all, and we're all looking forward to the season starting.
BTW- Here's my roster (if you're at all interested)
Frank Gore -SF RB
Drew Brees NO QB
Calvin Johnson DET WR
Ryan Matthews SD RB
Vernon Davis SF TE
Anquan Boldin BAL WR
Tony Gonzales ATL TE
Justin Forsett SEA RB
Pierre Garcon IND WR
Dwayne Bowe KC WR
Brandon Jacobs NYG RB
Joe Flacco BAL QB
Mike Sims-Walker JAC WR
Clinton Portis WAS RB
Mason Crosby GB K
Friday, August 6, 2010
The Outhouse Came Tumbling Down
Hello my friends. Welcome back for another trip back into time. Are you ready? Lets begin.
Many of my long time readers know of the adventures in our old outhouse that we had turned into a clubhouse. Of how we had booby trapped it, redecorated it and nearly set fire to it. All good thing have to come to an end. Since we had indoor plumbing "the necessity" wasn't anymore. It had fallen into disrepair.
The outer wall that had contained a hallway/ entryway began to sag. This was a weight bearing wall that held up the roof. We tried everything we could think of to prop the wall up, but nothing worked. Dad decided that the outhouse must come down before someone got hurt.
In order to tear it down without getting hurt, Dad attached a chain to the wall and to our riding mower. He popped the clutch and ripped that wall right off. Once the wall fell, the roof came down too. We then went in with hammers to take out the remaining walls and what was left of the other side of the roof.
Once the outhouse was down, we had the task of dragging the pieces over to the burn pile. I was in favor of burning it right there, but there is a time & a place for everything. The large pieces were dragged by the mower while we boys carried the smaller ones. There was a great & glorious bonfire that was made from that old outhouse. Dad said he was going to put a storage shed where the outhouse stood. To this day it has never happened.
On a somewhat unrelated topic, today is Dad's birthday. If you know him, call him and say Happy Birthday. He'd get a kick out of that.
Monday, August 2, 2010
It's bad enough when a squirrel raids your bird feeder. It's even worse when they realize where you store the feed, and don't wait for it to get to the feeder. Here is a picture of the lid of the trash can that we keep on the front porch to keep bird seed in. The squirrels have chewed a hole in the lid:
Those little monsters (known around here as "tree rats") are constantly in the can gobbling up the seed. What is funny is when we hear the little boogers rustling in the can, if you pound on the window sill, they scramble out and climb the tree and squeak (cuss) at you. Here is a demonstration ( I cut it off before the squirrel cusses because this is a PG blog):