12/20/07

I'm taking the rest of the year off. Once I go home today, I won’t “work” again until January 2^nd. I used quotes because I'm going to be working my ass off at the house and shop during my “vacation” to get the bathrooms done, the new carpet installed, and the junk picked up around the shop. Of course by “around the shop,” I do mean outside the shop. I really have no intention of cleaning inside anytime soon. The landlord did ask that the junk parts and seats and wheels and such be picked up though. The owner of the facility is coming in the middle of January so we have just a couple weekends. I'd almost rather be at work. Almost. Ray called yesterday to ask if I had any Weber 32/36 carburetors he could buy. We met at the shop and I sent him along with all of the Webers we have. He’s planning to build two from the four, buy an electric choke version from me, and give me back a working unit and a couple spares. Pat came by while we were there then he and I went to have bait for dinner. He ‘splained the real reason for getting a real job but I'm not sure how public the knowledge is at this time. I do know that of the four people I know read this thing, Pat, George, John and I, John is the only one who might not know the reason. Sorry dude, I don’t feel it is my place to tell you. Ask Pat, or don’t, as you see fit. I'm not sure how George was in the loop before me but it is no big deal. I won’t hold it against Pat, the dirty rotten little… oops, was that out loud? Of course John, being the whiz-bang braniac I know he is, has probably guessed the answer by now. Oh, I just had an idea. I sent Pat a text message asking if I could tell y'all the thing about the stuff and such. I'm waiting for a reply now. So, how are y'all doing? Yeah? Well, you’ve got that going for you I suppose. Oh, there’s Pat’s reply. Ok, he gave approval. So, in case you hadn’t fingered it out yet, Pat and Nora are going to have a baby. Yeah, I freaked out a little myself too. I'm still a little bit in shock about it. I mean come on, Pat as a father? No offense, but, come on! I've crawled through girls’ bedroom windows while drunk with this guy! Not recently of course. I guess just because I refuse to grow up I shouldn’t expect my cohorts to stay behind with me. John, Marty, and Gregg all have had kids since I've known them, why not Pat? Of course I've known Pat longer than the rest of them. I'm sure I'll get used to it eventually. So, having said all that, I guess I'll move on. Y'all may have noticed that I haven’t told any stories about the floors, bathrooms, or any of that in a few days. Well, the reason is Mario has been spending the last few days interviewing for jobs and hasn’t been to the house to work. I'm slightly annoyed by this but I do understand the need to get a real job. This was an interim thing so he could eat and not get evicted, but I'd still like to get it done. He was supposed to be at the house at 0800 h this morning to finish mom’s floor tiles and get cracking on my bathroom. I've been afeared to call and see if he made it. I'll find out when I get home this afternoon I guess. Well, it is now 1530 h and I have to pee. I think I'm going to call it a rant and shut down. I may send rants from home while I'm off but don’t hold your breath. If I don’t, well, have a merry thingy and a happy whatsis and all that junk and stuff.