How much FAIL can you find in this article?
I'll hold my tongue for the moment... y'all discuss.
May 22, 2012
May 20, 2012
By the Strength of Our Backs and the Sweat of Our Brow
I really don't get people who don't want to do any physical work.
Understanding, of course, that there are folks for whom physical labor is painful, due to whatever maladies from which they suffer, I can't grasp the idea that doing work is un-enjoyable.
Spent the day in the yard, the warm Colorado sun shining on my back, a gentle 68 degree temp and a breeze making it just right. While my yard is not large by any stretch, it is... Complicated. There's a strip along the back fence that is river rock with some old plastic planters spaced throughout in a very symmetrical fashion, and a section of flat stone in the center (I suppose the prior owners used it as a sitting area.) The grass is in a rough L shape, and along either side of the house are more sections of river rock-scape.
Started by running the mower, which took perhaps 15 minutes. Trimmed the edges along the fence, as well as around the patio. Then grabbed a shovel, dug a trench along one section, and placed landscaping timbers, to better delineate where the rock-scape should end and where the grass should begin (I was getting tired of picking up rocks buried by the grass.)
Next step involved digging out those planters, backfilling the holes with dirt, and covering again with extra rocks. Now half that back fence line -- the half to the right of the flatstone, for those who care about such minutia -- is all rock, save for some scattered weeds.
Which brought me to the final chore of spraying it down with the strongest, heavy-duty, chemical laden, toxic weed killer I could find. I'll need to be mindful that the dogs don't get back in that area for a day or two, but that's easy.
At any rate, the backyard now has a fresh cut of grass, landscaping timbers along the sides of the house where the rock-scape ends, and a large section without those ugly, cheap, weed-filled planters.
I've got a bead of sweat, some stiff muscles, and dirt beneath my nails. I've also got a cold bottle of beer and a feeling of accomplishment.
Understanding, of course, that there are folks for whom physical labor is painful, due to whatever maladies from which they suffer, I can't grasp the idea that doing work is un-enjoyable.
Spent the day in the yard, the warm Colorado sun shining on my back, a gentle 68 degree temp and a breeze making it just right. While my yard is not large by any stretch, it is... Complicated. There's a strip along the back fence that is river rock with some old plastic planters spaced throughout in a very symmetrical fashion, and a section of flat stone in the center (I suppose the prior owners used it as a sitting area.) The grass is in a rough L shape, and along either side of the house are more sections of river rock-scape.
Started by running the mower, which took perhaps 15 minutes. Trimmed the edges along the fence, as well as around the patio. Then grabbed a shovel, dug a trench along one section, and placed landscaping timbers, to better delineate where the rock-scape should end and where the grass should begin (I was getting tired of picking up rocks buried by the grass.)
Next step involved digging out those planters, backfilling the holes with dirt, and covering again with extra rocks. Now half that back fence line -- the half to the right of the flatstone, for those who care about such minutia -- is all rock, save for some scattered weeds.
Which brought me to the final chore of spraying it down with the strongest, heavy-duty, chemical laden, toxic weed killer I could find. I'll need to be mindful that the dogs don't get back in that area for a day or two, but that's easy.
At any rate, the backyard now has a fresh cut of grass, landscaping timbers along the sides of the house where the rock-scape ends, and a large section without those ugly, cheap, weed-filled planters.
I've got a bead of sweat, some stiff muscles, and dirt beneath my nails. I've also got a cold bottle of beer and a feeling of accomplishment.
May 18, 2012
Short Time
Managed to squeeze in a short trip to Indy to spend a couple days with L. It really sucks being so far apart, but that will be changing soon. For now, we make do with the time we can get, filling 26 hours of love and happiness into every 24 hour day.
Working from the hotel in Indy today, then IND-DEN tonight.
Working from the hotel in Indy today, then IND-DEN tonight.
May 13, 2012
May 8, 2012
House to vote on "Trayvon amendment"
Democrats ready to vote to limit your right to self defense.
JayG, please take your blood pressure medication before you click that.
Now would be a good time to call your Representative, let them know how you feel.
JayG, please take your blood pressure medication before you click that.
Now would be a good time to call your Representative, let them know how you feel.
May 7, 2012
K2KC
It's a couple months away... Kilted To Kick Cancer.
Last year was the inaugural, where a few bloggers (including Ambulance Driver, OldNFO, MattG, et al) donned theirskirts kilts and tried to raise a few bucks for male-specific cancer research.
Last year, there was a boat load of schwag given away, and it's on again this year.
This year, I'm joining the ranks. Yes, I'll be showing off myspindly toothpicks chicken legs glorious gams pasty white prop-sticks by wearing a kilt in September.
Stay tuned. And be sure to tell your pals to donate to the Prostate Cancer Foundation and/or LiveStrong through my blog, and not at AD's.
Every time you donate through AD, God kills a kitten. Two kittens, a sea otter, and a half-dozen meerkats.
Srsly.
Last year was the inaugural, where a few bloggers (including Ambulance Driver, OldNFO, MattG, et al) donned their
Last year, there was a boat load of schwag given away, and it's on again this year.
This year, I'm joining the ranks. Yes, I'll be showing off my
Stay tuned. And be sure to tell your pals to donate to the Prostate Cancer Foundation and/or LiveStrong through my blog, and not at AD's.
Every time you donate through AD, God kills a kitten. Two kittens, a sea otter, and a half-dozen meerkats.
Srsly.
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