Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I forgot how good a bagel and cream cheese is in the morning. Mmmm. Cream cheesey bagel.

I want another one.

Damn you Tim Horton's.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I was working with a 3/4" x 100' sewer snake on sunday and I nearly tore my finger off after my glove got caught up in one of the grooves. My glove wrapped around my finger so tight, it created a crevasse-like channel along the base of my index finger which eventually puffed out to normal round again. It squeezed so hard that had the glove actually cut my skin, it probably would've sliced right to the bone.

Things I've learned from this experience:

A. Plumber's are wonderfully talented people
B. I love my fingers
C. I'm an idiot.

Friday, January 26, 2007

When we were young, we used to tag along on the roofer's canoe trips. The trip filled a whole weekend of biking and canoeing and all sorts of other fun stuff. The last time the roofers ever got together, we spent our weekend at this campground that eventually closed down because of the steep beach leading to the river. I guess it was a fall hazard that the State couldn't afford to keep anymore BUT kids we loved playing up and down the beach. We'd jump just to see how far we could was great. Anyhoo, so Dave was quickly bored with the beach so he decides he's going to chop wood instead. I know, isn't that a great idea?! So he grabs a small hatchet and starts chopping this stump. He chops and chops and it gets harder so he swings the hatchet down with all of his strengh. What failed to pop into his brain was that in order to swing that hatchet with all of his might, he needed to brace himself by putting his bare foot on the edge of the stump. Well he missed and nearly severed his pinky toe.

Meanwhile, my dad is drinking up a storm with all the guys. Suddenly he hears this scream and sees Dave's foot bleeding all over the place. He throws him in the car and heads to the nearest hospital. On the way, he gets pulled over by the cops and as he opens the door to get his paperwork, a pile of beer cans fall out. I'm not sure how he got out of that one but he did. My dad ended up getting Dave to the hospital and Dave ended up with a huge bright yellow cast over his foot.

I swear, and I say this is all the love in the world, my life will be forever entertained by the mishaps of my brother.
One day Dave decides to replace the brakes on his poor, beat-up truck. Poor guy comes over the following night to hang out for a second and there's a big bandage over his thumb. I'm like "bro - what did you do to yourself?!" Apparently a hammer was the wrong tool to use while you're changing your brakes. ..... best part, he took a picture of his smashed thumb on the way to the hospital and was showing people the cell phone photo. God I love Dave. ;-)
Yesterday my older brother and I were kinda laughing about the things my younger brother has lied about over the years. Basically he's a good kid but when he makes mistakes he attempts to come up with these "brilliant" stories of outrageous perils of which he was forced to overcome after very unique moments of distress and confusion .... and without creditable witness as always. Sound exciting?! Well, most of us find it utterly amusing when he describes his triumph over evil and his narrow escape from near .....blame.....but he is dead set on his stories and claims every part to be true as if they were written by the Man himself.

Once, about maybe four years ago or so, all of us decided to go up north for a nice weekend of biking and laying out in the sun. Dave claimed he had to work so he was left at home for the three days we were gone. No big deal right - he's 17-18 years old - he can take care of himself............ .......... ......

Fast forward to Sunday evening, as we're all returning from a splendid vacation by Lake Michigan, we see one of the five evergreen trees that line the back of my parents driveway, scorched from the roots to the tippy top limb. As the doors to the truck open, Dave comes rushing out of the garage, ready to spill his guts. This is what he says:
"Dad....Dad.....I was coming home on Saturday and there were firemen in the driveway putting out the tree. I asked them what happened and they told me that, well that it was on fire and someone called the fire department. I told them that I don't know what could've caused it and they said it could've been ... it could've been spontaneous combustion. Can you imagine if that happened when I was at home?! Good thing." (keep in mind that it was in fact a hot day, he wreaked of Marlboro Reds, and he'd just gotten rid of the few friends that were over)

I love my brother and his stories. Ah, he makes me laugh.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

I need help.

This is something that is coming straight from the heart. In fact, I hesitate to do this so much, my fingers are typing just a few strokes slower. ..... but I need to do this because I don't have anywhere else to go.

We got Ruby a week ago today and a small part of me is .... as hard as this is to say.....regretful. First of all, I want to learn how to take care of a dog and I want to give a part of myself up to give her a good home. At three, she's developed essentially no bad habits; she sleeps during the day, she goes to bed at night, she knows "sit" and "no", and she's happy just sitting next to you on the floor and chewing her bone. She may be the most perfect dog ever. ..... but I keep getting these feelings.

I'm constantly worried about her when she's at home but I know she's fine. I'm constantly worried about giving her enough attention when I'm at home on the weekends. Sometimes I feel trapped in the house and unable to do the things that I want to do because she seems so dependent on me. I need her to be a little more independent like a cat but not too much that she's unhappy. Don't get me wrong, most of the time she's my little buddy but it's come down to about a good hour-hour and a half daily that I think about this.

I don't know how to fix this. I don't want to end up resenting her because she's unhappy. I need help.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

"Master of the house
Keeper of the zoo
Ready to relieve 'em
Of a sou or two
Watering the wine
Making up the weight
Pickin' up their knick-knacks
When they can't see straight
Everybody loves a landlord
Everybody's bosom friend
I do whatever pleases
Jesus! Won't I bleed 'em in the end!"
-Les Miserables

Monday, January 08, 2007

Often times I find myself wondering if I would've enjoyed life had P & I moved out of state right after college. That is not to say that life is somehow unpleasant living here, because that is certainly not the case, I'm only speculating what my life would be like had I ever stretched my metaphorical wings. I like to think that where ever I ended up I would've had fun. I like to imagine that I would've had spent a couple of months in a ski-town then soon after, decided to apply for a job somewhere in the desert. I like to dream about having photo albums of Pdub holding the keys to our apartment in Colorado, riding on the bus in Arizona, and handing money to a juice stand employee on a beach somewhere in South Carolina, 20 minutes from our condo. It all sounds so wonderful.......Maybe someday.

Friday, January 05, 2007

I'm so glad this week is nearly over!

Thursday, January 04, 2007

I'm the next generation in this industry and I have absolutely no loyalties to the union. Now I don't mean to seem crass when it comes to the very thing that has aided this entire industry into becoming something of a professional trade but the prestige carried with working as a tradesman faded long before I got here. Today I'm left with a small group of people who join the union because it's easier to find work than putting an ad in the paper. Most of these guys don't care about customers or company interests and as it seems, neither do delegates and officials. In this day and age, one would make the logical conclusion that should the UAW ever break, the brief and succinct demise of the younger, weaker, and smaller unions will be inevitable BUT as the funds continue to shrink and more UAW jobs disappear, the more people start hiding behind this agnostic front. Well I say go ahead and cry "oh it's never going to happen to us" because I'm no longer going to lament over the shortcomings of this so called feat. Believe you me, if one day the union snapped out of this self-administered, drug induced coma they seem to be in right now, I'd back them 100% but as long as they continue to stew in their own denial, I'm on my own. I cannot afford to dedicate my time helping a local that flat out refuses to back me in manufacturing a ruckus over a pro-union city job I 'lost' to a non-union contractor. This job required a labor usage agreement that was copasetic to surrounding unions .................. people ....... how can you sign the agreement and completely ignore that the contractor you're entering in contract with ...... IS A SCAB?!

Sorry guys but I will no longer be steadfast in backing union interests. The world is changing my friends............and I have to eat.