BAM-boozeled

Un-informed of the local weather I mistakenly peer pressured Ty into a round of golf yesterday.  As a result we froze our asses off @ our 7:20 am tee time.  It felt good to be back on the green though....or in many cases the rough.  However, Dean was complementary of my new relaxed approach to the game which made me feel good, and Ty hit some nice shots.  He says, "Even a broken clock is right twice a day."  Regardless.....its a great venue out @ Poppy Ridge Golf Course.

Stanley Cabin v.1.0

Well another memorial day has come and gone....relax and recharge I did not.  The Murray's and Stanley's gathered at the family cabin to consume another weekend with our ongoing load of WIP.  The granite is installed on the island, transistions from the hardwood to tile were time consuming, and baseboards and door trim were all completed.  Thanks Dad, Rick & Kevin for all your efforts.

I broke ground on the Stanley cabin this weekend....not really.  Our Bobcat 763 loader, long retired from the fence mine was the only thing that broke on Saturday morning.  In layman's terms; the mother sucker on the end of the fuel line that extracts the diesel fuel from the reservoir and sends it on its way to the fuel injectors.....fell off.  Uncle Ken hadn't arrived yet, but 45 minutes of investigation and experimentation with fuel line vents revealed that my time was better invested in one of the other options to beat my brain out on this particular weekend.  Instead, I focused on clearing about 8 large madrone trees that posed a fire/fall risk near my cabin site, then unloaded 3000 lbs of pipe and concrete all by hand, each of these tasks would have been simplified had the mother sucker loader maintained functionality.  But alas the work was completed and progress was achieved, time lost: 1 day.

The next challenge will be to deal with the mother sucker in the fuel tank next weekend, but first....Uncle Ric reminded me that I'm going to hell for cutting mother earths trees and as I type this a message from the underworld must be forming on my forearms.  It feels like braille, but instead of wasting any more time trying to interprept satan's message I think I shall get started on a heavy dose of poison oak medication......

Pictures and bullshit to come....

Fuckwits

Fuckwits that historically can't handle their booze seem to congregate on planet earth........

Your American freedom = dwindling. For millions of years, Americans have enjoyed the right to get drunk, hit on each other, say obnoxious shit, and drown themselves as they see fit. Placer County has now decided that all of those activities are illegal…but only on 6 out of 365 days per year.

Drinking will be banned on the famed Truckee River & Lake Tahoe Beaches for July 1-6.  The river pull out @ River Ranch became a mess several years ago after alcohol was banned on the American River in Sacramento.....sending everybody who was thirsty up the hill to Tahoe......

Distracted Driving

The radio, texting, emailing, talking, eating, applying make up.....all standard driving distractions.  I drive a lot....so checking email and driving has become boring; almost easy.  Luckily my new truck has an odd shaped hood and when rain is applied becomes a fun distraction for me....



You see the hood is slanted and normally gravity assists the water right off the front of the truck, however between speeds of 35 & 55 MPH the wind resistance is such that a puddle forms and wanders around my hood like some kind of apparition.  If I slow down, the lower wind resistance and additional force from the brakes sends the goblin like apparition dangerously close to slipping off the front end to the road below.  When I accelerate the little sprite races towards my windshield and as I approach 55 MPH it shudders and shakes as the force of the wind begins to separate the being into its individual parts and water droplets splatter across my windshield. 

'Save the puddle' has become a favorite wintertime driving past time, so if you see me driving erratically in a rainstorm don't assume I'm just some asshole texting, I might be staring intently at my hood....

Luckily for all the other drivers on 580, it appears summer is here. 

Scuttle....

God Dammit.  I got the scuttle on the way home from a confidant within PG&E.  Another one of those ethically challenged contractors working for PG&E is in financial trouble.  I'm not surprised, we saw it coming....but...unfortunately we we're kind of roped into working for them at Martin Substation in San Francisco.  They owe us a chunk of change thats for sure....good news is I think we are legally protected, sort of...and the job is far from complete so things may come to a screeching halt here pretty quick. 

Tomorrow I'm off to Washington DC.  Boyd/Calvosa wedding.  Plus a bonus visit with one of my old managers from the nuke house....

I have a sinus headache.....these are new to me, I dunno if I ever had one before my surgery.  It's a minor distraction, but it seems to deflect my focus at work.  Today is a big day here at the fence yarn shop.....I've got some meetings, Zoo/PG&E, and I got some paper to move, invoicing will take most of the morning.

Tomorrow I must deposit Erin and the Babe to SFO for a cross country flight to Washington DC.  That's right Tim, Mr. Smith goes to Washington.  We are not prepared to travel with an infant, but this is how you learn.  I'm really thankful Leanne signed on to the trip allowing me another day in the office.

Boom goes the dynamite.