8/31/2004
Convention Season Always Reminds Me...
Why I have no respect for politics. First let's start with last night's message, which seemed to amount to:
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Why I have no respect for politics. First let's start with last night's message, which seemed to amount to:
- If you don't like terrorists, vote for us
- If 9-11 made you sad, vote for us
- If you don't want to see the US disband the army and invite the terrorists to move into the White House, vote for us.
- Also throw in...
- Rudy G. throwing out the same unfair, out of context, quotes that have been in campaign commercials for months
- John McCain kissing the king's ring when we know full well how he really feels.
- John Kerry was in Vietnam
- John Kerry was in Vietnam
- Did we mention John Kerry was in Vietnam?
- Also...
- Dragging out the Clinton vampire
- Dragging out Al (shudder) Sharpton
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8/27/2004
What Better Way To Rest Up after Last Weekend Than By...
going to San Antonio this weekend and helping people move! Ah yes, that's the ticket.
Today Lauki pulls the traditional 'work on Fri, head straight to S.A., return late Sun night' move that we have perfected over many a year.
One day I'll go through the sadistic exercise of adding up all the driving time we've spent doing this. Then, just for fun I'll add the extra driving that results from living on the North side of DFW (not that I'd ever want to live on the South side).
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going to San Antonio this weekend and helping people move! Ah yes, that's the ticket.
Today Lauki pulls the traditional 'work on Fri, head straight to S.A., return late Sun night' move that we have perfected over many a year.
One day I'll go through the sadistic exercise of adding up all the driving time we've spent doing this. Then, just for fun I'll add the extra driving that results from living on the North side of DFW (not that I'd ever want to live on the South side).
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8/23/2004
4 Days, 47 Hours of work (31 labor, 16 office)
That disgusting mix was the Thursday to Sunday mix of regular job plus replacing the fence with our neighbor.
The 30 would be...
-going through lumber at Lowes, hand picking every slat and 2x4
-loading and unloading $900 worth of lumber and concrete
-digging 18 post holes with a heavy duty (250 lb monster) auger
-rounding out those holes with a good, old fashioned, shovel
-tearing down, loading and unloading 120 feet worth of old fence (thank you generic construction site with formerly empty dumpsters)
-pouring concrete, setting the posts
-putting up 2x4's
-putting up slats on the back part of the fence (40 feet)
-loading and returning all unused materials, which included 11 bags of that God awful concrete
Throw two days of office work in the mix and you get an unbelievably sore, tired and rock stupid Kiki. How I kept my eyes open today at work will forever be a mystery. When I closed my eyes this weekend I literally saw wood and concrete swirling around. Oh well, time to stare at the TV in an attempt to stay awake until dinner.
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That disgusting mix was the Thursday to Sunday mix of regular job plus replacing the fence with our neighbor.
The 30 would be...
-going through lumber at Lowes, hand picking every slat and 2x4
-loading and unloading $900 worth of lumber and concrete
-digging 18 post holes with a heavy duty (250 lb monster) auger
-rounding out those holes with a good, old fashioned, shovel
-tearing down, loading and unloading 120 feet worth of old fence (thank you generic construction site with formerly empty dumpsters)
-pouring concrete, setting the posts
-putting up 2x4's
-putting up slats on the back part of the fence (40 feet)
-loading and returning all unused materials, which included 11 bags of that God awful concrete
Throw two days of office work in the mix and you get an unbelievably sore, tired and rock stupid Kiki. How I kept my eyes open today at work will forever be a mystery. When I closed my eyes this weekend I literally saw wood and concrete swirling around. Oh well, time to stare at the TV in an attempt to stay awake until dinner.
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8/10/2004
(Wow, has it been that long since I posted?)
Call Me Unpatriotic But...
I'm already sick of the Olympics. Does anybody else get as tired of the obligatory marketing blitz as I do? I have nothing against the athletes of course. I just can't stand how every credit card company (and assorted other nasties) try to jump on this bandwagon.
"Well, I was going to buy my lunch at this place but now that I know you'll donate .00000001 cents to our Olympic team, I'm sold. How can I resist knowing that I've helped someone throw a heavy object?"
The other thing I hate about the Olympics (since you asked) is how they make third rate celebrities out of the contestants before they've even won anything. Remember Johnny Mosley? Of course you don't. He was the one that they made a super, duper big deal out of leading up to the Utah Olympics. He came in third. Remember Dan vs. Dan? They were going to decide who the best athlete in the world was... and they did... by letting someone else win their event. The list goes on. Oh well, I'm sure I'm being silly. My violent reaction to things shoved down our throats has become a preemptive gag reflex. The damn things haven't even started yet and I'm already ranting.
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Call Me Unpatriotic But...
I'm already sick of the Olympics. Does anybody else get as tired of the obligatory marketing blitz as I do? I have nothing against the athletes of course. I just can't stand how every credit card company (and assorted other nasties) try to jump on this bandwagon.
"Well, I was going to buy my lunch at this place but now that I know you'll donate .00000001 cents to our Olympic team, I'm sold. How can I resist knowing that I've helped someone throw a heavy object?"
The other thing I hate about the Olympics (since you asked) is how they make third rate celebrities out of the contestants before they've even won anything. Remember Johnny Mosley? Of course you don't. He was the one that they made a super, duper big deal out of leading up to the Utah Olympics. He came in third. Remember Dan vs. Dan? They were going to decide who the best athlete in the world was... and they did... by letting someone else win their event. The list goes on. Oh well, I'm sure I'm being silly. My violent reaction to things shoved down our throats has become a preemptive gag reflex. The damn things haven't even started yet and I'm already ranting.
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