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Crosby, Texas, United States
Born in Houston, Texas and raised all over living the life of an Army Brat. I Went to 8 different schools (3 elementary, 1 middle school, 4 high schools) and have 1 little brother who’s not so little anymore. I’ve been married for over ten years now to a woman who rocks my world and I have the greatest ten year old boy anyone could ask for. The rest of my family is adopted. Sally is a big black lab and Bree a red mix of Chow and lab I’m told. Our latest adopted family member is a french bulldog aptly named Stitch for his appearance and personal hygiene habits. The cat that lurks in the office isn’t mine and I make no claims to his ass.

6.24.2003

Baking Cookies

Today wasn't the usual day around here.  I've been out sweating my balls off working on the damn truck.  The other day (I think it was Friday) I realized the truck was dumping oil all over the driveway.  What is it with our luck with cars???  Luckily I think it's just a busted gasket to the oil pan but lucky for me Jeeps require you disconnect the exhaust and remove the starter just to get at the damn oil pan.  I was going to take it to a shop and have them do it but when they told me 200...  fuck it right?  There's always one freakin bolt that doesn't wanna give.  I gave up for tonight.  It did give me some time to plot and scheme my next game session and Marcel had fun "helping me".  I used to enjoy working on cars and I think, for the most part, I still do.  If it wasn't for the mosquitoes and that one damn bolt I think it would have been pleasent despite being covered in oil and dirt.  After a cool shower I felt much better and decided to relax here.  Lana's in a domestic mood and wants to "cook or clean something" and is talking about taking a cab to Walmart.  Let me repeat that in case you didn't catch that.  Our car is out of commission right now and Lana needs to go to Walmart right now.  To get a floor matt for the bathroom and "something to bake like cookies or something".  Addictions are a nasty monkey on your back, but I guess it's better than smelling like the monkey.  Off to Walmart I guess.  Arg.

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