Friday, March 31, 2006

Standing in the rain, with his head hung low
Couldn’t get a ticket, it was a sold out show
Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene
Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream

He heard one guitar, just blew him away
He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day
Bought a beat up six string in a secondhand store
Didn’t know how to play it, but he knew for sure

That one guitar, felt good in his hands
Didn’t take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was one way ticket, only one way to go

So he started rockin’
Ain’t never gonna stop
Gotta keep on rockin’
Someday he’s gonna make it to the top

And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
He’s a juke box hero

Thursday, March 30, 2006



I got a new coffee mug yesterday. I'm happy.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

I know it's weird but I'm so excited for this weekend. Pdub has Saturday off so we have a good two days to get stuff done around the house that we haven't been able to get to lately. Little things in the basement need to be done like one more piece of drywall, a little bit of trim here and there, and the last beam across the ceiling. I'd like to at least attempt to build a desk for my office cause I could really use more table top space. I'd like to pick up the leaves in the yard and clean up the gardens for next month. Then I'd like to maybe work on my bike if I have time.

I wanna feel like I actually did something with my time this weekend. The basement will go quick and it's supposed to be warm this weekend - so I plan to be building, helping, or fixing something near or actually inside the garage for the better part of the weekend.

I have drive this week and I don't know why.....maybe I'm suffering from Spring Fever...or it could be the coffee I just finished.....who knows....

later.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Ok so they're having open casting calls for The Apprentice in Chicago on April 1st and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't actually thought about going. I don't think there's any possibility that I'd ever be selected - I haven't quite carved my little piece of the american dream yet, I didn't graduate with honors from an ivy league school, and I'm not that ruthless - but wouldn't it be great to tell your kids that you drove all the way to Chicago to interview for a job with Donald Trump?! Ha!

Monday, March 27, 2006

I felt terrible Saturday night. Paul and I went to a surprise party for a friend and we stayed for about 5 minutes after she was "surprised". We left at like 10. Paul didn't know anyone and after 10 hours of work, he was exhausted and moments away from passing out - so I took him home. I felt terrible as soon as we left. I really hope people didn't think we were "too cool" to hang out with them or something. We're just old I guess.

At one point, I noticed this girl and for a good 10-15 minutes after I saw her, I was trying my best to remember where I'd seen her before. Was it elementary school or middle school - I knew it was at least one of the two. When she walked over she asked if I was really who I was - she mentioned to Paul that we were friends in elementary school and middle school. I'm a dumbass. So we talked about life for a few minutes and then she left to mingle with another couple. It was like a flood of memories came rushing through my head - I remembered all of these things about her and what she was like back in middle school. .... Then I felt as old as ever. The last time I saw her was in 1996 - 8th grade. That was 10 years ago. 10. I couldn't believe it. I hope she didn't think I was a totally bitch for not having that much to say. I get nervous around people I don't know or haven't seen in 10 years. It was total blast from the past.

I saw some other people I haven't seen nor hung out with in at least two years. They seem to be the same as they were when I last saw them. It was funny because I started off feeling rather melancholy about the whole thing - we were at an apartment, drinking can beer, listening to Rusted Root, hanging out with old friends, and talking about getting drunk and social. It was like we were back at Western preparing for the drunken mess that was our Saturday night. It was nice at first, then it kinda wore off as do most nostalgic thoughts that cross my mind. Eh, oh well - I just hope no one thought we were rude by leaving so quickly. I really do.

Friday, March 24, 2006

I am so much more ambitious when I'm working alone. Simple as that I guess. I don't quite have any explanation why, I just think I work better when I do all the grunt work by myself. I like working....which brings me to the topic of this week. I hate this week. Nothing is happening this week. I am so f-in bored. I can figure jobs in like 2 seconds now which is good buuuuuut it's bad too cause then I'm left with 7 hours, 59 minutes, 58 seconds with nothing to do. I want to have seven or eight jobs to look at right now. I would really love to have a plant to look at but I don't want to be picky. Oh man I need something.

Interesting Construction Tid Bit for the day:

New Biodiesel plant underway for Bangor, MI.

I don't know, could be good or horribly, terribly bad for Bangor. We'll see I guess.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

So I was listening to the news on my drive home yesterday when I heard about this outrageous criminal case going on in Tampa. Have you heard about the whole Debra Lafave thing? Well if you haven't, here's the low down: Ms. Lafave is a substitute teacher who has been accused and convicted of criminal sexual assault for having sex with a 14 year-old student not once, not twice, but apparently at least three different times. From the first of two counties eligible to take a stab at her, she received three years house arrest and 7 years probation. When the second county took a shot, the mother begged the prosecutor's office to plead Ms. Lafave out so as to avoid putting her son on the stand ... she didn't want to put him through such a traumatic ordeal. The ASA responded by offering up a plea to Ms. Lafave and the defense ran with it, exchanging any jail time for more probation (I think). They, of course, presented it to the judge and by "everyone's surprise" (sarcasm) he said "YEA NO, I don't think so." This is where the story gets REALLY interesting.

The judge is, duh, a judge. He's elected, in a non-partisan election (supposedly), to uphold the law while hearing cases presented to the court. It seems almost too obvious that he would not allow this crap to go on without doing or saying something. He rejected the charges based on, what I can only imagine, the fact that the punishment proposed in the plea agreement was galaxies away from what it is supposed to be.

Well, the mom freaked out and was "very offended by the judge's comments." She couldn't believe that the judge wanted to make her son go through the system. This radio show interviewed a former prosecutor for the second county who commented "no one likes going to court. In all my career, I have pursued numerous cases for people involved in domestic or sexual assaults and not once have I had someone tell me that they didn't feel better after getting the ordeal overwith. It provides closure." This former prosecutor lady said that the mom made the wrong decision but out of the right choice - protecting her son.

So what did Mr. Prosecutor do after he heard the news? He dropped the charges. Yeap. Dropped. Ms. Lafave held a press conference and I guess she smiled or something while she talked about the results. Well, the mom of this boy starts to complain about the teacher not showing any remorse or regret. She's, all of a sudden, upset that this woman is happy she didn't get convicted in a second county.

What the hell. I don't get it. What planet does this mother think we live on? You got what you wanted lady, your son didn't have to testify, this is the result. Deal. It's over.

Ok so now I just want to mention something that I was thinking about this morning when I read over the full story. First, the ASA that tried this case in the second county, is likely to never have a bright career in criminal justice for his soft response to these charges. Second, I don't want to sound insensitive but put the kid on the stand. Third, check out at this substitute:



Honestly, 14 year olds? You are so f-in desperate you have to go to 14 year-olds? Holy schnikes.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

do you ever day dream? I do. Whenever I find myself alone in the office or I'm trying to finish a tough estimate amongst all of the other office noise, I shut my eyes for a second and imagine that I'm in Steamboat CO. I'm wearing a mountain employee jacket and I'm taking a ride up the gondola by myself. There's hardly anyone on the mountain, so I'm free to kinda roam around a little - not too far though because I'm between shifts. I get to the top, strap on my skis, and head to my next lift. On the way, I wave to Paul, who's showing the basics of snowboarding to a dozen little shredders. It's a beautiful sunny Wednesday and I'm working on a mountain. Life is grand.

I love that day dream.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Top of the Mornin!

I was thinking about this post yesterday and I thought I came up with a cool way of saying "happy st. patty's!" through the ever popular shamrock. So without further adieu, here are my fun st. patty's day photos of shamrocks..............





The cute shamrock.





This shamrock is probably worth about a dollar.





He makes me wanna say "me gold, me gold! I lost me gold!" or "I lost me lucky charms" , either way.





Yea! Shamrock flip flops!





Shamrock Ale. Sound good?





The indoor shamrock pool. That's pretty cool.





A drunk shamrock.





and last but certainly not least, ken shamrock from the WWF. sweet.

Monday, March 13, 2006

So finally the plumber came about 12:30 on Friday and it took about 20 minutes to fix our back up problems. I guess it was good because now by watching him I know how to save myself like $200 in plumber fees ........... but it's so not cool because I just spent over $200 in plumber fees. Last night we came back from Chicago to find that we definitely have to replace a portion of the new floor. It's a bummer.

The weekend was fun. I got a little crazy on Friday night and drank a little too much, it was alright though. Saturday night I was able to tolerate a shot of Bailey's and rum but that's about it. Lindsay got almost teary eyed when I told her I didn't want anything, she felt bad I guess because she thought that I wasn't having any fun without a couple of cocktails. Truthfully, I probably could've gotten away with having one, maybe two drinks, but why spend more for a drink that I might be able to get down - as opposed to a cheaper drink like Coke that I could drink and will help keep me awake and happy? I chose the latter and still had a damn good time. It was fun.

Oh and if anyone reads this who was there this weekend: I am so embarrassed about Friday night, I am so never doing that again. I'm so embarrassed.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Well I thought things were turning around but I was mistaken.

Monday - had a life assessment. found out there was a millage hike shortly before I moved into my house in July of '04. the result, I owe an additional $250 in escrow payments over the next 12 months.

Tuesday - failed an inspection. got another LONG list of items to complete. I just happen to be the punching bag for the customer who is, understandably, at his wits end with my company and our repeated failed attempts to satisfy a VERY picky inspector. had a screaming match with my dad about the fact that most of our base roofing crew is over 40 and in roofer years, makes them all over 120 years old. Response: to get a new crew, we have to get more jobs, in order to get more jobs we have to bid more and we're not bidding on everything. In 9 days, I've done over 2 million worth of bidding. I guess it's not enough for one pm.

Wednesday - my brother missed work due to the flu. Didn't get to eat lunch because I wanted to get a bid in early, went to a meeting in the afternoon, feeling better, went to my city treasurer's office, confirmed my millage rate. gonna have to suck up the $250. did a demo on my income tax refund. don't think I'll get back much. fuck.

Thursday - the day started off well. got through work fine. came home, started dinner, did some dishes, put clothes in the laundry. Plumbing backed up, got under the brand new flooring and soaked the new wood for the last beam, a few 12' pieces of baseboard, some ceiling material, and spread under the wall. My laundry? Still in the washer in a pool of water. I'm supposed to leave for Chicago tomorrow and I have no clothes.

Oh God I'm trying. I am really trying. Please let this be the end to a dreary week. I don't know if I can take another hit before I completely break down.
I had a really bad beginning of the week but it's slowly getting better. I'm starting to transfer over from a nonstop Disturbed/Motorhead marathon to singing "Thunderstruck" this morning. I take that as a sign for better times to come. I love Angus.

Anyway, so I turned in a bid yesterday and about an hour later, I had to go to a pre-bid meeting for another project. While I was waiting for the pre-bid meeting, I got a few calls about various projects and personnel and whatnot. To avoid eavesdropping, I walked away from the 9 other bidders in the hallway and as I walked away, I noticed that there was another female waiting for the meeting. I checked out the portfolio she was holding and she was defintely there for the meeting -- and I was a totally affected by it.

I don't know what it was but I, all of a sudden, became incredibly arrogant and totally bitchy. Now the funny thing was that it didn't really bother me that her company is rather snobby and that she's coming in my local for a job -- it absolutely bothered me because she's a woman. Can you believe that Blog?! Me, bothered by another female in the business!?! I acutally had to stop myself and think about what I was doing. After that, I was fine. I even smiled and nodded at her as we were leaving.

A little while later, I realized what happened. It's pretty much the same feeling I get when I see NAWIC(National Association of Women in Construction) ladies. Most of them don't work for contractors, they either work for Blueprint companies or suppliers or are accountants and whatever else. So when I'm told I need to join, I get so pissed. I worked my ass off for two years trying to earn the respect of my competitors and finally, these guys are starting to turn around. What's worse is that I hear other contractors say things like "I'll have my girl at the front desk write it up for you" or "my girl will send you something right now". Most of the women in NAWIC are these "girls".

They make me so mad. It's like trying to a win a football game as a cheerleader. Yes, cheerleaders are a fantastic part of a winning team but the football players are the ones who actually win the game, not the cheerleaders. I want to support this other roofer chick but I know she has a real good chance in dropping back to a more white collar position. The stress alone makes it difficult to stay in but to have to work double time to fit in, makes it seem damn near hopeless. I hate the way I feel about it because I do want to see more women take an interest in construction but I can't stand it when the only women who seem to get involved are the f-in cheerleaders.

Monday, March 06, 2006

The weekend was good. I had my b-day dinner on Sat night with my buddies which was really cool. I am officially 24 now. Yea. Went to look at a few houses with Lindz on Sunday. We found a variety of good and bad ones and some in desperate need of TLC. It was fun. The market is so soft right now, one could probably score a great deal. Maybe in a few years things will turn too and capital gains will be made. Eh, who knows though, right?

Anyhoo, the real reason why I'm posting today is not to talk about my weekend. I wanted to get this thing off my chest cause it's been killing me for about a year and a half -- ever since we stepped foot on this one job. We put a roof on this retail building a while ago and we went cheap. Ever since we installed this thing, there have been problems atop problems atop more problems. Other trades dropped, stored, and removed equipment and caused little holes on this huge roof, all over the place. And of course, you don't know that the holes are there until you get a leak call. Then the owner of the place is like "j, come one, let's get this project closed" like I don't care about getting this stupid job off my desk. The day I don't have to deal with this thing anymore, is the day I act like I won the lotto. This stupid deal is like having someone repeatly hit you over the head because you hestitate to fix a leak someone else caused and not get paid for it. I'm tired of having to deal with this stupid, stupid mess.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006



TO ME!!!!! YEA!