3/24/2011

I woke up this morning KNOWING it was Friday. I couldn't finger out why I didn't hear the lawn sprinklers though. It wasn't until I was telling someone at lunch that I woke up this morning KNOWING it was Friday that I realized why. It’s only Thursday. Crap. Of course the reason, I think, why I KNEW it was Friday was I am dreading the camping trip this weekend. I may not stay the night. I'll go hang out with everyone, and I'll probably bring my tent, but I don't know if I'm in the mood to set it up and stay. We'll see. So, last night my sister and I took mom to dinner at Bonnell’s. One of the specials was kangaroo. Well, I had to try that! It. Was. Awesome. No, it didn't taste like chicken. In fact, it tasted like very moist, very lean beef. You know how really lean beef gets kind of dry? Well, this was all lean like that, but not dry, or tough. It. Was. Awesome. Of course at $39.00 it ort to be awesome. When the bill arrived, my sister slipped me a fifty. Mom saw that and then saw me counting out a bunch of bills to go with it. “How many twenties did you put on top of that fifty?” she asked. “A bunch,” I replied. “Don’t worry about it.” I could tell she was a bit taken aback, but hey, we don't do this every day. We don't even do it once a month. It is worth it to me to blow a pile of cash from time to time to have a really good meal. This was a REALLY good meal. Of course, it is also worth it, from time to time, to blow a pile of cash watching nekkid women dance. But that’s another story. No, I haven’t gone on another $1,000.00 stripper evening... yet. So anyway, I got another call from Nitro today. He wanted to know if I wanted his people to do the electrical work in the building. I said, “Once we are ready to go, I want to say, ‘Handle it,’ and have you build the whole thing.” Of course I haven’t heard word one about permits or anything like that. I'm going to have mom ask my cousin-in-law some Boyd-centric building questions this weekend when she goes to their house. Things like, “Is this land within the city of Boyd?” “Is there city water here?” “Is there city sewer here?” “What permits will we need?” “How close to those gas wells can I build?” Etc. Nitro seems to me to be a little bit cavalier about slapping this thing up. I don't want to sound like I'm having second thoughts but... I don't know. Maybe I ort to reel in the plans a bit more. 40’x110’ with just a shitter and shower in one corner perhaps. Something that the city won't come look at and say, “Nope, you can't live in that. Tear it down.” OK, I just re-drew it once again with just a shitter, shower, and “office” in the corner. If push comes to shove, we’ll use that as the “Official” plan. We can always put a bunk bed in the little office if we need to “camp out” for a shop weekend before I have the mobile home put next to it. It sure as hell would be cheaper to build it this way. I don't know, we’ll see. I'm supposed to go talk to Nitro again tomorrow evening. Maybe we’ll nail down some prices then. I've got to keep him on track this time and ask about permits and such. I ort to take a list of questions with me and check things off as he answers them. Will I? I don't know. We'll see. Someone mentioned the word “badger” earlier and now I've got “Badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger. Mushroom, mushroom!” stuck in my head. Of course those little badgers bouncing up and down do make me laugh every time I see/think about them, and it is infinitely less annoying than Rebecca Black’s “Fried Egg” song, so I guess it isn't the end of the world. This, however, is the end of today’s rant. Toodles.