Todays '70's Musical Flashback
Everybody knows that I'm a better singer than I am a dancer. For that reason I generally leave most of the singing and all of the dancing to the other fellows in the crowd.
Given a little liquid courage however, I do seem to remember that I have spent a few minutes hangin' on to the hips and shoulders of a few Bawdy Lasses through the years back in the day listening to this song on the dance floor...
take a listen and enjoy it with me again this morning.
...you're welcome...
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Gnawing Success
My Knees Hurt...
Expending 6 hours worth of energy on and off again, I finally managed to get about 90% of the old plywood sub floor cut and pried up out of the way yesterday.
I had to resort to buying one of those "multi-tools" made by Dremel (the Multi-Max) to use to make a flush cut against the edges of the counters underneath the toe kick plates. In spite of what they show you in the TV commercials, it's slow going getting that little flat blade to vibrate its way through 3/4" plywood.
I still have a thin strip about 8 feet long along one cabinet under the sink and dishwasher to cut this morning, then it should be smooth sailing as I cut the new 3/8" plywood sub flooring and move from demolition to installation mode.
Then there's the six doors and 75 bags of mulch haunting me out in the carport and sitting on pallets in the yard awaiting installation/distribution.
Who's idea was all of this stuff anyway?
Expending 6 hours worth of energy on and off again, I finally managed to get about 90% of the old plywood sub floor cut and pried up out of the way yesterday.
I had to resort to buying one of those "multi-tools" made by Dremel (the Multi-Max) to use to make a flush cut against the edges of the counters underneath the toe kick plates. In spite of what they show you in the TV commercials, it's slow going getting that little flat blade to vibrate its way through 3/4" plywood.
I still have a thin strip about 8 feet long along one cabinet under the sink and dishwasher to cut this morning, then it should be smooth sailing as I cut the new 3/8" plywood sub flooring and move from demolition to installation mode.
Then there's the six doors and 75 bags of mulch haunting me out in the carport and sitting on pallets in the yard awaiting installation/distribution.
Who's idea was all of this stuff anyway?
Friday, September 11, 2009
The World USA According To Ralph Peters
I Couldn't Have Said It Better Myself...
"Eight years ago today, our homeland was attacked by fanatical Muslims inspired by Saudi Arabian bigotry. Three thousand American citizens and residents died.
We resolved that we, the People, would never forget. Then we forgot.
We've learned nothing.
Instead of cracking down on Islamist extremism, we've excused it.
Instead of killing terrorists, we free them.
Instead of relentlessly hunting Islamist madmen, we seek to appease them.
Instead of acknowledging that radical Islam is the problem, we elected a president who blames America, whose idea of freedom is the right for women to suffer in silence behind a veil -- and who counts among his mentors and friends those who damn our country or believe that our own government staged the tragedy of September 11, 2001. "
Go here and read the whole article.
"Eight years ago today, our homeland was attacked by fanatical Muslims inspired by Saudi Arabian bigotry. Three thousand American citizens and residents died.
We resolved that we, the People, would never forget. Then we forgot.
We've learned nothing.
Instead of cracking down on Islamist extremism, we've excused it.
Instead of killing terrorists, we free them.
Instead of relentlessly hunting Islamist madmen, we seek to appease them.
Instead of acknowledging that radical Islam is the problem, we elected a president who blames America, whose idea of freedom is the right for women to suffer in silence behind a veil -- and who counts among his mentors and friends those who damn our country or believe that our own government staged the tragedy of September 11, 2001. "
Go here and read the whole article.
Tearing Down My House
No Pain No Gain...
I'm pleased to report that I managed to chisel my way through the top layers of the kitchen floor yesterday...finding two layers of old linoleum and a sheet of 3/4" plywood standing between me and my new kitchen floor.
I picked a spot under the Refrigerator to do my excavations just in case I changed my mind and decided to live with the old floor.
Then I worked my way out toward the middle of the room and this morning I'm past the point of no return as I've ripped a big seam across the middle of the floor with the skill saw set about 7/8" deep and by noon I hope to have everything ripped up and laying in a pile outside beside the trash can.
Now we have to run to Home Depot and see if I can get five sheets of 3/8" plywood added to the order which is supposed to go on a truck later this morning for delivery.
Everybody feel free to bring your tools and stop by about 10 if you want to help make some sawdust...
I'm pleased to report that I managed to chisel my way through the top layers of the kitchen floor yesterday...finding two layers of old linoleum and a sheet of 3/4" plywood standing between me and my new kitchen floor.
I picked a spot under the Refrigerator to do my excavations just in case I changed my mind and decided to live with the old floor.
Then I worked my way out toward the middle of the room and this morning I'm past the point of no return as I've ripped a big seam across the middle of the floor with the skill saw set about 7/8" deep and by noon I hope to have everything ripped up and laying in a pile outside beside the trash can.
Now we have to run to Home Depot and see if I can get five sheets of 3/8" plywood added to the order which is supposed to go on a truck later this morning for delivery.
Everybody feel free to bring your tools and stop by about 10 if you want to help make some sawdust...
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Neglecting The News
Saving My TV Sets...
I have to admit that I didn't watch the Obama show last night when he played to the joint session of Congress.
I couldn't stand another minute watching Nasty Pelosi's rigid Botoxed face staring over the President's left shoulder with frozen lifeless eyes like some sort of political Zombie.
Reading the blogs this morning it's evident that I didn't miss much.
Same old lies and platitudes, all wrapped up in a half hour lecture with a Republican Congressman causing gasps of surprise when he had the audacity to heckle Obamarama when he said that his as yet unwritten "healthcare reform plan" wouldn't cover illegal aliens.
The South Carolinian called the President of the United by God States of 'Merica a "Liar" in front of 534 fellow Senators and Congressmenpersons.
Somebody better lock that sucker up...he's telling the truth.
The guys over at Powerline do a pretty good job of summing things up, and I suggest that you click on the link and go over and take a read there this morning.
Meanwhile, I've got a truck load of kitchen flooring, closet doors, and a few tons of mulch heading this way tomorrow morning and I have to get ready to receive the material and get things installed in the next week or so.
Ya'll have a lovely balance of the week and stop back by to see if anything has pissed me off in the news or in the home renovation business because I'm likely to take my frustrations out on my keyboard in the event something happens.
Toudle loo...
I have to admit that I didn't watch the Obama show last night when he played to the joint session of Congress.
I couldn't stand another minute watching Nasty Pelosi's rigid Botoxed face staring over the President's left shoulder with frozen lifeless eyes like some sort of political Zombie.
Reading the blogs this morning it's evident that I didn't miss much.
Same old lies and platitudes, all wrapped up in a half hour lecture with a Republican Congressman causing gasps of surprise when he had the audacity to heckle Obamarama when he said that his as yet unwritten "healthcare reform plan" wouldn't cover illegal aliens.
The South Carolinian called the President of the United by God States of 'Merica a "Liar" in front of 534 fellow Senators and Congress
Somebody better lock that sucker up...he's telling the truth.
The guys over at Powerline do a pretty good job of summing things up, and I suggest that you click on the link and go over and take a read there this morning.
Meanwhile, I've got a truck load of kitchen flooring, closet doors, and a few tons of mulch heading this way tomorrow morning and I have to get ready to receive the material and get things installed in the next week or so.
Ya'll have a lovely balance of the week and stop back by to see if anything has pissed me off in the news or in the home renovation business because I'm likely to take my frustrations out on my keyboard in the event something happens.
Toudle loo...
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Fred's Fizzeling
Owl Gore & His Sniveling Booger Eating Tree Hugging Hippies Cry W I L M A ... F O U L
So from what I can gather, yesterday newly declared Hurricane Fred was cruising along looking like this...
So from what I can gather, yesterday newly declared Hurricane Fred was cruising along looking like this...
Then I went over to the NOAA website and found this sorry map here showing how Hurricane Fred was going to end up thrashing around in the Eastern Atlantic and threatening ABSOLUTELY NOBODY rich or poor or Democratic/Republican.
I actually feel sorry for all of the Patchouli wearing hippies and the sniveling booger eating tree huggers because I think that I know that they mean well...
It's just that the world wide SO-CALLED disasters won't follow their line of unreasonable reasoning. THEN DANG IT IF reality doesen't manage to set in every four to eight years.
And then they have to face the prospect of getting a real job else managing to vote somebody into office that will come over to my house or bank and steal some of my money and give it to them under the guise of supporting the latest government sponsored "Program."
Then I have to go back on Vacation and let the cash flow lapse and tell them to go elsewhere to plunder and...
you get my drift I guess...
Two Days In Internet Darkness...
My Words Overfloweth...
Those of you that occasionally lurk around my little slice of cyberspace this part of the Internet probably noticed my rare silence on Sunday and Monday.
Sorry...
I admit that I sometimes miss writing and have an occasional single day gap once in a while in my never ending diatribes and commentary, but generally that's because what I would have to say would be like acid dripping onto my keyboard and pouring through your DSL or Cable modem onto your computer screen--thus I think it best that I just keep myself to myself on those rare occasions.
Then there's the couple of periods of time over the past three years when I was sitting around in a hospital for WEEKS at a time with tubes sticking out of every bodily orifice...and with the doctors and nurses running out of places to stick tubes and making their own holes in my body (I once had FIVE IV's at the same time.)
Fortunately this week's absence was an exception to those two rules...we were all simply the victims of circumstances where I ended up in a Condo that was supposed to have Internet but the WEP password was unavailable and I decided that Cell Phone blogging was inadequate.
Just like people going through some kind of self imposed 12-step program, I decided to try to live all day in the "real" world for a couple of days and let the Internet take care of itself for a change.
After my hands stopped shaking, I found the experience to be rather enlightening.
When I got back home I learned thatpoliticians democratic constituency stupid people were still acting stupid and the libertarians smart people that are the producers and achievers of the world were still being assaulted for being successful and paying their own way in life, and as a result I have a HUGE backlog of things to say about things which have happened over the past week.
I'm doing my best to stay focused here and get some work done, but please excuse me if I erupt into conniption fit like shrieking at any moment...
Those of you that occasionally lurk around
Sorry...
I admit that I sometimes miss writing and have an occasional single day gap once in a while in my never ending diatribes and commentary, but generally that's because what I would have to say would be like acid dripping onto my keyboard and pouring through your DSL or Cable modem onto your computer screen--thus I think it best that I just keep myself to myself on those rare occasions.
Then there's the couple of periods of time over the past three years when I was sitting around in a hospital for WEEKS at a time with tubes sticking out of every bodily orifice...and with the doctors and nurses running out of places to stick tubes and making their own holes in my body (I once had FIVE IV's at the same time.)
Fortunately this week's absence was an exception to those two rules...we were all simply the victims of circumstances where I ended up in a Condo that was supposed to have Internet but the WEP password was unavailable and I decided that Cell Phone blogging was inadequate.
Just like people going through some kind of self imposed 12-step program, I decided to try to live all day in the "real" world for a couple of days and let the Internet take care of itself for a change.
After my hands stopped shaking, I found the experience to be rather enlightening.
When I got back home I learned that
I'm doing my best to stay focused here and get some work done, but please excuse me if I erupt into conniption fit like shrieking at any moment...
Back To Reality?
Culture Shock...
Sigh...
I spent two and one half hours just after sunrise on Monday morning standing virtually alone on the beach watching two surf fishing rods I occasionally baited with shrimp or squid.
I probably didn't see a DOZEN people over that entire period of time, because most people were packing and heading home from the long Labor Day holiday weekend.
I also only managed to feed a few small fish...I didn't actually catch anything (caught two unidentified species the day before), but the few hours alone on the beach looking at the Gulf of Mexico was worth every damn penny of the $17 stupid government tax "weekend non-resident fishing license" and $5 worth of bait.
Things were noticibly calmer all day on Monday with the exidous of tourists, and we enjoyed a late brunch I cooked in the condo and ate left over pizza from my three pizza effort Sunday night for the Classmates "official" 50th get together.
We were packed and on the road by 8 AM EST and back in Knoxtown with the Chrysler picked up from the shop and the rental car paid for by 5:30 PM, and after drinks and dinner at a local watering hole we came back home and I collapsed for the evening knowing I had wrung every single moment of fun possible out of the past seven days--at least for someone of my ever advancing age.
So now it's time to turn my attention to the matters of the real world--as real as I ever allow myself to deal with these days--and get some stuff done professionally and do some more work on the turbo pup compound. The Turbo Pup's getting a new doggy door and Pat's getting some new bi folding closet doors and a new kitchen floor.
And me?
I get to work and sweat and pay for the material to complete the aforementioned projects.
I guess that it's time to start drawing and estimating now...Y'all have a lovely day...if you will...
Sigh...
I spent two and one half hours just after sunrise on Monday morning standing virtually alone on the beach watching two surf fishing rods I occasionally baited with shrimp or squid.
I probably didn't see a DOZEN people over that entire period of time, because most people were packing and heading home from the long Labor Day holiday weekend.
I also only managed to feed a few small fish...I didn't actually catch anything (caught two unidentified species the day before), but the few hours alone on the beach looking at the Gulf of Mexico was worth every damn penny of the $17
Things were noticibly calmer all day on Monday with the exidous of tourists, and we enjoyed a late brunch I cooked in the condo and ate left over pizza from my three pizza effort Sunday night for the Classmates "official" 50th get together.
We were packed and on the road by 8 AM EST and back in Knoxtown with the Chrysler picked up from the shop and the rental car paid for by 5:30 PM, and after drinks and dinner at a local watering hole we came back home and I collapsed for the evening knowing I had wrung every single moment of fun possible out of the past seven days--at least for someone of my ever advancing age.
So now it's time to turn my attention to the matters of the real world--as real as I ever allow myself to deal with these days--and get some stuff done professionally and do some more work on the turbo pup compound. The Turbo Pup's getting a new doggy door and Pat's getting some new bi folding closet doors and a new kitchen floor.
And me?
I get to work and sweat and pay for the material to complete the aforementioned projects.
I guess that it's time to start drawing and estimating now...Y'all have a lovely day...if you will...
