Time Flies

Where has the time gone? It has been almost a week since my last entry. You would think I would have had more time since the family was out of town for a week. The old lady kept me busy with chores. I got the dining room painted, the floors are in, the A/C is working and the house is in disarray. Hopefully this weekend we can get french doors on the study and the living room. Here are a couple of things you missed since you weren't me.

-- One day last weekend, I was painting, took a break to snag a bite to eat. The phone rings. It is the Hawkman. He and Mrs. Hawkman are concerned that we are fixing up the house to sell it. I ease his concerns and notice that someone has played Blues Clues all over my floor. I know some of you don't watch children's television, so basically there are friggin paint paw prints all over my house. Only yellow, not blue.

-- Good deed of the weekend. I am taking some electronic gear to the dump when slimmie in the car next to me at the dumpster asks for my trash. I could have done an Ebone and just thrown the stuff in the dumpster with him gasping but I gave it to him.

-- Monikers. Names. You know when you are the only dude in a group of women, they say 'the guy'. Or if you are describing a midget amongst regular people, he would be 'that midget'. Well I was in an office environment when someone told me to go see the 'one-armed dude'. It is not like it was leaving me guessing, who?? Dude with the red hair? No, the one-armed dude. Mustache? No, one-armed dude. Oh, the guy with one arm? OK. I am sure when people roll up to his desk, they have who they were looking for.


-- Ebone called yesterday. He just wanted to let us know that if we hear any news stories out of Juneau about a tourist and a strip club, wasn't him. He was nowhere near that place. Just in case.


-- Tennis got cancelled for the week. At least that is what they are telling me. Probably just a ploy for them to pad their stats while I am gone. It wasn't enough that they made me go to another job, now they are scheduling tennis dates with out me.


How do you know when you are the fifth retard in a four retard shop? They ask you to go work somewhere else for a little while, maybe 100% of the time. Must be pretty bad when you screw up surfing the web. I need help.