Know what makes me happy?
singing horses.
singing horses make me happy.
a steady clicking finger and a good sence of timing makes all the difference.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
about the flame thrower
she said no.
Something about a unjustifiable purchase.
I hate it when she uses big words.
I asked her "what about the chain saw.. you let me have that."
She said "that's something you can use, something that serves a purpose"
I think a flamethrower would definately serve a purpose.
Even my dad said that it was a cool idea.. but he also mentioned that he was also on the other side of the mississippi so he wasn't too worried.
Any hoo if anyone could help me out here and come up with a couple reasons that this would be a "justifiable purchase", it would be much appreciated.
But what she didn't say is that I couldn't get it for HER for christmas and then borrow it from time to time.
man if that works.....
Something about a unjustifiable purchase.
I hate it when she uses big words.
I asked her "what about the chain saw.. you let me have that."
She said "that's something you can use, something that serves a purpose"
I think a flamethrower would definately serve a purpose.
Even my dad said that it was a cool idea.. but he also mentioned that he was also on the other side of the mississippi so he wasn't too worried.
Any hoo if anyone could help me out here and come up with a couple reasons that this would be a "justifiable purchase", it would be much appreciated.
But what she didn't say is that I couldn't get it for HER for christmas and then borrow it from time to time.
man if that works.....
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
El Captians log
I had a thought, no it didn't hurt.
How cool would it be to get a flame thrower. Seriously.
for the guy whos got everything (or just plain wants everything).
I'd be like a pyros dream.
I'd make bon fires a tad more interesting.
I could cook geese and ducks... while they are flying overhead. Falling roasted duck. I'd bet the Isrealites wouldna complained about that food falling from the sky.
Probably start one of hte largest grass fires in kansas trying to kill a rattle snake but hey, the price you pay right?
why do I get the distinct possibility that beloved is gonna say no?
How cool would it be to get a flame thrower. Seriously.
for the guy whos got everything (or just plain wants everything).
I'd be like a pyros dream.
I'd make bon fires a tad more interesting.
I could cook geese and ducks... while they are flying overhead. Falling roasted duck. I'd bet the Isrealites wouldna complained about that food falling from the sky.
Probably start one of hte largest grass fires in kansas trying to kill a rattle snake but hey, the price you pay right?
why do I get the distinct possibility that beloved is gonna say no?
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Holding pattern
Well...
Main server is down. (which by the way is pc platform based)
Tech support has been called but until they get back (usually 3+ hours) we are dead in the water... or since there is no water here, dead in the.... um...
anyway.
SO GUESS WHAT?!?!
I got a new toy.
Guess what uses a gas oil mix, is really loud, 16" long, and I had to call my beloved to ask permission to get?
I GOT A CHAIN SAW!!!
I'M SO HAPPY!!!
Of course I had to promise that I would at least make an effort to keep all my arms and legs and stuff. I said that I would think about it. My burning habit HAS to be maintained especially now since it's getting colder out here on the plains. Speaking of, I still havent figured out what so great about hte great plains. Anyhoo there are a BUNCHA dead trees that were to big to be pulled out with the jeep (got all those already) so what else could I do. So far I haven't fired it up yet, I just like lookin at it. It's so pretty. Beloved bought a little gas can just for me and my chain saw (she loves me) so maybe today maybe tommorow the dead trees shall feel the wrath of my chain.
My problem is htat it's kinda hard to tell what's dead and what's not when all the leaves are down. There is a ton of wood already down so I guess I can make chords with those for now.
I love new toys.
Main server is down. (which by the way is pc platform based)
Tech support has been called but until they get back (usually 3+ hours) we are dead in the water... or since there is no water here, dead in the.... um...
anyway.
SO GUESS WHAT?!?!
I got a new toy.
Guess what uses a gas oil mix, is really loud, 16" long, and I had to call my beloved to ask permission to get?
I GOT A CHAIN SAW!!!
I'M SO HAPPY!!!
Of course I had to promise that I would at least make an effort to keep all my arms and legs and stuff. I said that I would think about it. My burning habit HAS to be maintained especially now since it's getting colder out here on the plains. Speaking of, I still havent figured out what so great about hte great plains. Anyhoo there are a BUNCHA dead trees that were to big to be pulled out with the jeep (got all those already) so what else could I do. So far I haven't fired it up yet, I just like lookin at it. It's so pretty. Beloved bought a little gas can just for me and my chain saw (she loves me) so maybe today maybe tommorow the dead trees shall feel the wrath of my chain.
My problem is htat it's kinda hard to tell what's dead and what's not when all the leaves are down. There is a ton of wood already down so I guess I can make chords with those for now.
I love new toys.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
once upon a time
there was a guy who hated things that go bump in the night. I am learning that there are like a bajillion things of various sizes that do just that in and around my house.
Freakout number one.
So, I'm outside burnin stuff like usual (sorry alan a guy's gotta have his hobbies) and I hear a rustle in the hay field that's not too far away from where I am sitting. Keep in mind this was no small rustle. I was lookin into the fire so my pupils were probably about the size of pin holes. So I turn and see nothin. Absolutely nothin. I build the fire a tad bigger to see what I can see. And I see eyes lookin back at me.... at about eye level.
after refraining from screaming like a little girl. I throw a rock and the eyes disappear.
Freakout number two.
I'm changing the oil in the jeep (which by the way was great bonding time and it keeps my four wheeled friend form getting jealous) and I find that I need two more quarts of oil to complete my task. Truck is outside by the shed, I'll take that. It's about 8 oclockish. and pitch black. No lights on the shed, no lights on the house nearest the shed. Not a big deal. I walk out to the truck and again, it sounded like something felt like walking in a straight line through something else that wasn't ment to be walked a straight line in.
well I jumped into the truck and waited for my hair to lay back down and my bladder to expand back to it's original size before heading out and picking up the oil. I'm parkin in the front door step for now on.
One might think that a fear of the dark is kinda childish. I actually think it to be quite healthy thankyouverymuch!
Freakout number one.
So, I'm outside burnin stuff like usual (sorry alan a guy's gotta have his hobbies) and I hear a rustle in the hay field that's not too far away from where I am sitting. Keep in mind this was no small rustle. I was lookin into the fire so my pupils were probably about the size of pin holes. So I turn and see nothin. Absolutely nothin. I build the fire a tad bigger to see what I can see. And I see eyes lookin back at me.... at about eye level.
after refraining from screaming like a little girl. I throw a rock and the eyes disappear.
Freakout number two.
I'm changing the oil in the jeep (which by the way was great bonding time and it keeps my four wheeled friend form getting jealous) and I find that I need two more quarts of oil to complete my task. Truck is outside by the shed, I'll take that. It's about 8 oclockish. and pitch black. No lights on the shed, no lights on the house nearest the shed. Not a big deal. I walk out to the truck and again, it sounded like something felt like walking in a straight line through something else that wasn't ment to be walked a straight line in.
well I jumped into the truck and waited for my hair to lay back down and my bladder to expand back to it's original size before heading out and picking up the oil. I'm parkin in the front door step for now on.
One might think that a fear of the dark is kinda childish. I actually think it to be quite healthy thankyouverymuch!
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