New hobby,
what can I find that burns the coolest.
There has GOT to be a support group for this kinda thing.
Yesterday I found a buncah card board tubes here at work that were gonna be thrown away.
WHAT A WASTE!! How somone could carelessly throw away something like that when I can just as easliy and carelessly and needlessly spew toxic gases and carbons into the the atomsphere. Sheesh some people. I actually took my time and did it the old fasion boy scout way. No cool boom but hey it got the job done. The tubes kinda acted like a cannon of sorts for the fire. it was kinda cool. the fire in the middle was sucking hte ari in from one end and if tilted just a hair made flames shoot about seven inches out the other end.
So tonight is the last night that I have to go with out. Soooo.. what to do.
The possibilities are seriously endless.
I could...
organize my underware drawer.... then burn something
or I could rearrange the garage and start hanging stuff on the work bench wall.... and then go burn somthing,
OOHH OOHH I need to go develope some film at walmart!!! and then I can go burn something...
I think I got everything I had on my list to do done during lunch today.
Stuff just kinda snuck (past tense of sneak) up on me.
things I forgot to do cause I was busy burning things.
pay credit card bill (yeah um... oops)
stop utitlies at apartment
take care of tags on jeep and truck.
get name and address switched on DL
get address switched on plates.
foward mail from apartment
get car insurance updated (progressive rocks!!)
get fresh coat of mud on jeep in creek bed.....
oh wait.. got that last one.
oh well. So lunch kinda took a Tad longer then usual. like.. kinda sorta an hour and a half longer then usual.
on a cool note, a pack of coyotes visited me in my back yard while I was bonfiring (I think thats what I'm gonna call my new hobby). It was wild. I love the sound of those guys, but this time it was a tad too close. Sorta freaked me out cause there were not a few of them and only one of me. So I got the shot gun.
Speakin of, my love thinks it's more important to buy a dining room table and chairs then to add another gun to the two I already have. I told her that her priorities were messed up.......
I think it's gonna be a bit til I get the gun.
No rattle snakes sighted yet.
either it's too cold for them or they heard that the rattle snake slayer came to town.
rattle snake slayer... I like it.
or as they say in spanish
el rattle snake slayer.....o
I think I'm gonna go home and burn something.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
take out the trash
So In moving I have found that I'm a pack rat. I have heard of worse stories then this but there was a ton of stuff that needed to be disposed. Over half of it was sensitive stuff. Bank numbers, policy numbers, IRA documents, buncha boxes., blah blah blah. Well we dont have a shredder sooo... bonfire. My father in law just just cut downa buncha dead trees so the wood was not in short supply.
:)
So finally no one is here to tell me anything like "you really shouldn't pile that wood that high" or "do you really need that much gas?" or "don't do that, there's dry grass everywhere" (actually I might of listened to that one) so I build a bonfire to be proud of.
Now I'm not the kind of boy scout that goes and finds dry twigs and starts small and builds. That takes way to much patience. I'm the kind of boy scout that went the the scout masters truck and syphoned the gas out and dumped out a couple gallons on my pile of trees and made a gas trail (writing my name in the ground of course) and lit a match and threw it.
Ahhhhh... good times.
anyhoo, I made my pile. made my puddle, made my trail, threw my match.....
it was wonderful.
I actually felt the blast.
Night was turned to day.
late fall turned to mid summer
I could see everything so clear....
Including the dry grass...
lets backtrack just a hair. The previous owners of the house had little kids. The kids had a playground in the back yard. The playground has a pretty wide area filled with woodchips with 4x4 boards forming a large border. this is where the fire is centered. Only problem is that it's filled with dry woodchips. oh well. details, details.
Funny part to me was that I couldn't burn the sensitive documents cause I couldn't get close enough to put them in. Which is not really a big deal because when I saw the that the grass had started to go, I kinda forgot about everything else.
The fire was fine, the woodchips simmered and actually smelled kinda good, it was just the gas trail kinda sorta maybe got a little to close to the grass. Like maybe on it. Like by a couple feet.
It took some dancin around but I got it out... Just in time to see that the chips had gotten past the simmering stage and started to burn too.
No biggee.
Didn't want them anyway.
All said and done. I had a blast, and when beloved got home and asked what I did, I jsut said, "well I got rid of some boxes, and um... some bank papers.... and umm... (cough)grass and gasoline(cough)".
Last night wasn't as exciting. I cleaned up some boxes and put a buncha stuff away and found a kitchen. It was great. Then I put a stereo system in said kitchen. THEEEEEENNNN I saw sommore boxes that needed to be burned...... hmmm...... I just rained.. everything is wet... less chance that something else not intended to burn would catch on fire.. which means I could possibably build a bigger one.... but then beloved got home. Maybe tonight.
:)
So finally no one is here to tell me anything like "you really shouldn't pile that wood that high" or "do you really need that much gas?" or "don't do that, there's dry grass everywhere" (actually I might of listened to that one) so I build a bonfire to be proud of.
Now I'm not the kind of boy scout that goes and finds dry twigs and starts small and builds. That takes way to much patience. I'm the kind of boy scout that went the the scout masters truck and syphoned the gas out and dumped out a couple gallons on my pile of trees and made a gas trail (writing my name in the ground of course) and lit a match and threw it.
Ahhhhh... good times.
anyhoo, I made my pile. made my puddle, made my trail, threw my match.....
it was wonderful.
I actually felt the blast.
Night was turned to day.
late fall turned to mid summer
I could see everything so clear....
Including the dry grass...
lets backtrack just a hair. The previous owners of the house had little kids. The kids had a playground in the back yard. The playground has a pretty wide area filled with woodchips with 4x4 boards forming a large border. this is where the fire is centered. Only problem is that it's filled with dry woodchips. oh well. details, details.
Funny part to me was that I couldn't burn the sensitive documents cause I couldn't get close enough to put them in. Which is not really a big deal because when I saw the that the grass had started to go, I kinda forgot about everything else.
The fire was fine, the woodchips simmered and actually smelled kinda good, it was just the gas trail kinda sorta maybe got a little to close to the grass. Like maybe on it. Like by a couple feet.
It took some dancin around but I got it out... Just in time to see that the chips had gotten past the simmering stage and started to burn too.
No biggee.
Didn't want them anyway.
All said and done. I had a blast, and when beloved got home and asked what I did, I jsut said, "well I got rid of some boxes, and um... some bank papers.... and umm... (cough)grass and gasoline(cough)".
Last night wasn't as exciting. I cleaned up some boxes and put a buncha stuff away and found a kitchen. It was great. Then I put a stereo system in said kitchen. THEEEEEENNNN I saw sommore boxes that needed to be burned...... hmmm...... I just rained.. everything is wet... less chance that something else not intended to burn would catch on fire.. which means I could possibably build a bigger one.... but then beloved got home. Maybe tonight.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
time stood still today
THE ONE time that I don't mind working late....
The ONE time that I'm all for workin til whatever because I know that she wont be there when I get home
THE ONE TIME...
and I was asked if I wanted to leave early if I was bored.
seriously.
this isn't funny.
I'd talk more about it but I gotta get to goin. I ordered pizza for tonight when she gets home and I wanna be there with food before she gets home.
So you'll just have to hear tomorrow about the fire that boredom built. Yeah it rocked.
Mental note for ya'll, (might wanna jot this one down somewhere)
October means dry grass.
dry grass burns like gasoline
which means that you don't really need gas in the first place...
just so you know.
The ONE time that I'm all for workin til whatever because I know that she wont be there when I get home
THE ONE TIME...
and I was asked if I wanted to leave early if I was bored.
seriously.
this isn't funny.
I'd talk more about it but I gotta get to goin. I ordered pizza for tonight when she gets home and I wanna be there with food before she gets home.
So you'll just have to hear tomorrow about the fire that boredom built. Yeah it rocked.
Mental note for ya'll, (might wanna jot this one down somewhere)
October means dry grass.
dry grass burns like gasoline
which means that you don't really need gas in the first place...
just so you know.
The start of a new era
Called waiting for my beloved to get home. It starts today with her first day back to work. One of the major decisions we had to make was where we were going to live. She loves her job at the hospital. LOVES IT. I didn't want her to give it up so I was actually getting ready to search for work in the city. But she wanted to live here in the country. We weighed the pros and cons of both and chose to live out here... In rattlesnake land. (by the way, shotgun plans are coming along just swimmingly, I'll keep ya'll posted)
So my beloved has close to an hour and a half commute followed by a 12 hour shift.
And then there is me.
home at fiveish.
waiting til 9 oclock til my beloved comes home.....
so the adventures begin.
me bored outta my mind... and allllll alone.
this could get interesting.
:)
So my beloved has close to an hour and a half commute followed by a 12 hour shift.
And then there is me.
home at fiveish.
waiting til 9 oclock til my beloved comes home.....
so the adventures begin.
me bored outta my mind... and allllll alone.
this could get interesting.
:)
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
And thus the evil disposal was conquerored..ed
it was great. All I had to do was put it off and let it sit on the kitchen counter til my father in law put it in. And then when he finished that he when ahead and put the sink in too. How cool is that.
I wonder how many other things can work like that..
hmm.. I might just forget to mow the lawn......til 2007.
Speaking of, I think I just my have talked Janelle into getting a mossburg riot gun. http://www.mossberg.com/pcatalog/Law.htm
It's the second one down. This puppy's laying across my lap while on the ridermower in the middle of the summer. We have made the discovery that the land we have just purchased is chuck full of rattlesnakes.
well isn't that just great.
We asked the guy that comes and fills the propane tank, he said that we were in the heart of rattlesnake alley.
The stinkin heart.
we are Pilgrims in an unholy land.
and the war is starting.
I went out to my mail box yesterday and I saw a small one going across the road...
and here I thought life would be nice and slow out in the kansas country.
sheesh.
oh well
anyhoo next summer when it starts gettin warm, grab a gun and common out!
We have a shoot out.
It'll be great.
keep what ya kill.
only problem is I hear they are endangered.
well guess what..
on my land
so am I.
I wonder how many other things can work like that..
hmm.. I might just forget to mow the lawn......til 2007.
Speaking of, I think I just my have talked Janelle into getting a mossburg riot gun. http://www.mossberg.com/pcatalog/Law.htm
It's the second one down. This puppy's laying across my lap while on the ridermower in the middle of the summer. We have made the discovery that the land we have just purchased is chuck full of rattlesnakes.
well isn't that just great.
We asked the guy that comes and fills the propane tank, he said that we were in the heart of rattlesnake alley.
The stinkin heart.
we are Pilgrims in an unholy land.
and the war is starting.
I went out to my mail box yesterday and I saw a small one going across the road...
and here I thought life would be nice and slow out in the kansas country.
sheesh.
oh well
anyhoo next summer when it starts gettin warm, grab a gun and common out!
We have a shoot out.
It'll be great.
keep what ya kill.
only problem is I hear they are endangered.
well guess what..
on my land
so am I.
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