One thing I always try to do is never be in a rush to get somewhere. Whenever you’re in a rush, invariably something goes wrong that delays you, so you end up having to rush even more. Traffic is too slow, there’s an accident slowing things down, all the stop lights are conspiring against you. Stuff like that. It just gets really aggravating, frustrating and stressful, and it’s easy stress to avoid too. I figure what’s the point in rushing. I’m going to get there anyway. If I’m a little bit late, I’m a little late. I think I’d rather just be a little bit late than get pulled over for speeding or get into an accident.
Today, I wasn’t in a rush but the wife was to get to an appointment. So what happened? I start pulling out of the garage and hear a funny noise. I get out to see what’s going on discover that one of the front tires is flat. Pretty much blows any chance of the wife getting to her appointment, so she had to call and reschedule while I busted out the jack and spare tire to replace the flat. Good thing we bought that air compressor last year too, because the spare was a little low on air. 30 minutes later, the flat tire’s in the trunk and the spare is on and filled up. Off we go to drop her off at work.
Well, it looks like I needed a couple of new tires anyway, which means a trip to Sears after the weekend.
Hooligan Moment #1763
It was a bright sunny afternoon with most of us lying around either up on top of the houseboat or down below in a pleasant state of drunkeness. Some of the guys were out tooling around on rented jet skis. Suddenly we were all jolted out of our drunken reverie by a loud WHAAAAMMMMM! We went over to the side to see what hit us, and there in the water was a disabled jet ski and Scott floating in the water with a large red welt on his back.
Strangely enough he seemed more concerned that he couldn’t get the rented jet ski started back up again and how he was going to explain it to the rental place.
Later we learned he was out on the water spinning donuts a little too close to the houseboat and spun himself into the end of the houseboat pontoon. You could even see the marks left by the bolts in the large bruise on his back. He may not have been feeling any pain at the time, but he was sure feeling it later on in the day.
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Random doggie musings
With the three runoff ponds up the street from us, there are a lot of frogs hopping around. With all the cars around, that also means that on any given day there are probably a few flattened frog corpses lying on the road too. Now that it’s getting hot out, those flattened frog carcasses bake out in the sun and turn into what Mike calls frog jerky (a very fitting description). Like Mike’s dog, Nala seems to love going after frog jerky. Fortunately for us, we’ve managed to catch her before she can chomp down too much on them. No puked up frog bits from Nala. Of course that doesn’t mean she hasn’t puked up other things. Mostly it’s bits of chewed up sticks we find. Invariably she waits until she’s on some nice absorbent carpet before starting off with that characteristic huffing sound that says she’s about to spew. What is it about dogs that makes them chew and eat things that inevitably wind up coming back up again?
This makes wonder about other dog things too.
- How do dogs manage to pant so hard without hyperventilating?
- Why do some dogs like to eat poop?
- What’s it like to be able to smell like a dog?
Holy booming house prices Batman!
The house a few houses down from us just went on the market for $280k. Yowsers. That’s waay more than what we paid for our place, and even more than what the place next door went for last year. Kinda makes me wonder how much our place would go for now.