New look

Another new look for the bike. Drag bars. A guy I work with also does Powder coating.

Did some parts on my bike and Heather's bike. Pipes are soon to follow in high temp powdercoating.

Yeah, Man...

Got me a new Intake for the Bike.

I thought this was going to be a royal bitch to install. I know it SOUNDS easy to do, but after you look at the "instructions" or "go-by" it seems a little intimidating having to mess around the fuel injection and reinstalling shit.

Infact it took about 1.5 hours to do, but worth it.

Star Wars and the battle for Hayden's Room

Hayden has really been into the Star Wars thing lately. On top of all that, he absolutely DIGS Lego's. Anything Lego's. Doesn't matter if it was how to put together a Lego Shaped Roscoe terd, he'd put together the terd... and then build a spaceship out of it. He's got a pretty creative mind. Well, last weekend he was bored in his room and decided to build himself an armada out of his toys. Lego Toys, models, transformers, and he's been on my CASE about taking a picture. So, here it is. I promised him I would do this, and promised him I'd put it on the internet.

Here you are Hayden.

Well, it happened

I got sick. Holy hell. This sucks. I don't know what I did, or who I was around, but I got sick. My throat feels like I just got done swallowing flaming tacks, and my head feels like I just polished off 5 bottles of Duplin County Muscadine Wine. I don't know what's worse, the Congestion? Or the sore throat? Either way, this SUCKS. I don't even feel like eating, and swallowing any form of fluids, whether it's Gatorade, Water, or Milk, is an arduous process. On top of that, I TRIED to explain to the kids why Dad's a little slow to get EVERY request satisfied. Doesn't matter.

Man, on top of that, we had a gnarly ass bitchin set of storms last night. We're talking... Tornado watches, Severe thunderstorm warnings and watches, HAIL, Massive amounts of rain. On top of ALL that, right in the MIDDLE of a BITCHIN' Rain / thunder and lightning storm, Maisy wants to know " why can't we go to the beach?" Too much. We were on our way back from the Main Exchange. We bought some Cepecol and the Bee Movie. Both were worth their money. I asked if she was serious... Her answer was that "we NEVER get to go to the beach and I just want to go to the beach." If gas weren't almost 4 bucks a gallon, I would have driven to the beach and made her get out of the truck and play in it, just to see if she'd do it. 10 foot seas and all.

I've figured her out. You have to just straight up, call her out on her bullshit sometimes. I missed a fabulous opportunity yesterday. It would have been a great educational experience too. I could have busted out my Marine Biology knowledge from College on her and shown her (from the truck, cause she'd be outside and I'd be dry) all the neat Marine Life that thrives during storms. "Never pass up an opportunity to train." A great and famous quote from SSgt Radaker.

Anyway, it's like 0231 here and I'm wide awake. Coughing, and clearing my raw throat. I should get to sleep but I gotta be up in 90 minutes, anyway. I'm out of creamer, otherwise I'd start the coffee.

Here's a cute picture to go out on. Caught them being cute in the morning. Rarely happens around here. But they were caught in the act of GETTING ALONG.




Later, skaters

MB

A whole new week

Well, I've been talking to Heather regularly. Mostly Daily as a matter of fact. Kids are not "daily" but they're talking enough. Sent a package, now the only that that's gonna get there late is her Mother's day stuff. The kids want me to wait until their Mother's Day stuff is done at school before I send any Mother's day stuff. So... Heather, when you read this, we didn't forget about you on Mother's Day. It's hard to explain to the kids the delay in shipping. We didn't forget about you, we are all just waiting until EVERYONE can send you something on the same day. It's only fair (quoting Hayden.)

Priority shipping. Quick rant. Usually not that big of a deal. I've got a computer to send to Heather, and so I went to the POST OFFICE to pick up a Priority box to send it in. NO FUCKING BOX!! NOT ONE PRIORITY BOX!!! WTFO?? How do you call yourself a post office with the ability to ship Priority and YET.. Dont' have the shit your AMERICAN customers NEED to ship PRIORITY!!!??? This drove me NUTS all night last night. I can't win for losing. So, TODAY, I'm gonna try it again. This time I'm taking like 30 boxes from those fuckers and just keeping them. Well, maybe not 30 but I'm taking a handful you can bet your bottom dollar on that.

Anyway, learning steps I guess. Slow as she goes. I'm learning Heather! Plus, now I have to go to the Commissary to get groceries and CAT LITTER!! God, I hate buying cat litter. It usually means that you have a FRIGGIN' CAT!! Not only that, but you have a cat that SHITS a lot and you need to change the CAT LITTER a lot. AAaarrrggghh!! Cats. Friggin' Maisy... If she wasn't so damn cute, we would not own a cat right now. It's her fault. If she were just ugly, it would have been so easy to tell her no.

I'm only kidding.

MB

Bambi Shmambi

Bambi aint got a damn thing on my ANDRENA. And I'm about to tell you why.

I just got a phone call from Andrena's sister (my ex sister in law, Dena) As it turns out, Brittany (my daughter) has not been going to school this year. Just so you all know... Brittany is 13 and will be 14 in October. Has moved about 3 times this school year and come to find out hasn't even attended a school. Or, if she did, it was for about a week or two and then stopped. All at the OKAY of Andrena.

I know what you're all gonna say. Call the State of Oregon and tell them. I tried that about 4 months ago and I got told BY THE STATE OF OREGON, that they no longer have a truancy division (lack of funding) and that Children Services just wanted to know if there was any physical abuse going on. Never fear, I'm still going to call Oregon and bitch like holy hell. See, Bambi at least has them go to school. Mine does crazy things (that I hear about) like a raving drunk, smacks Brittany around, demeans her mentally and the list goes on and on.

My frustration is that I hear this shit from so many people in Oregon, (they all tell me things) but they never tell the right people. Like CSD (children services) or the school system. See, they witness this stuff. I only hear about it. I can only do so much 3500 miles away.

This is about Brittany now. What the hell is happening over there in Oregon?

So, Bambi... You've just been one up'd.

MB