Concrete Sidewalk

2007-07-06T03:57:00Z

OK boys, here's how my day went down. She yanked me outta bed before noon today and said "gitch yur skinny ass over to the Ace and pick up that concrete so I don't have to step out in the mud ever time I get outta the car". This coulda been a nice day of peace and quiet if she hadn't got that crazy ass idea, but in all fairness I did tell her I'd do it about 3 months ago, and I ain't done it yet. Laid the forms about two weeks ago, and they've just been sittin there ever since. So, OK, I'm pouring a section of sidewalk today. The way she was yellin and pushin me around I knew I didn't have no choice in the matter. That's how lots of days turn out around here. So there I am, suddenly in my truck, stinkin from bein drunk last night, tryin to find a shirt to put on that I knew was somewhere behind my seat, drivin to Ace Hardware with the bright sun right in my eyes. I really just wanted a cup of coffee but she had me down the front steps and into the truck before I could even put up a decent fight about it, besides, I get kinda embarrassed ever time she starts layin into me on the front lawn, neighbors watchin and all. We get outside the front door and buddy I just do whatever she says to keep her from whippin my ass right there in fronta God and all the neighbers--neighberhood kids all think I'm a tough dude and I aim to keepem thinkin that way, and that don't include gettin my ass whipped by my old lady on the front lawn.
So I bought six bags of concrete and three bags of sand down at the Ace. Drove around back to loadem in and do you know them bags of concrete weigh 60 freakin pounds now. I could swear they used to put them in 40 lb. bags, but now they weigh 60 lbs. I fought with one damned bag while the Ace kid loaded the other five plus the bags of sand. He asked me if I had some help unloading this on the other end, and I told him my old lady was at home waitin to do it. We both sat there and burned one while I got my strength back up to drive the shit home.
There's really more to this story, but my arms are beginnin to get tired from punchin it all in. I'll continue it after I rest up some.

Up outta bed

2007-02-12T23:58:00Z

Did NOT want to pull myself up out of bed this afternoon. Realized I had rolled into bed with my jeans and boots still on again . . . damn, those 30-packs just inspire late-night activity. Oh well, that just means I can skip getting dressed. Wife had already left for work, probably been there for several hours by now. Gotta say it, though, this blog ain't about me. Seems like everbody just talks about hisself in a blog, but I plan to keep that to a minimum. What this blog will cover, mostly, is the garage. THE GARAGE. Yessir, our bread and butter. Wasn't for the Garage we'd all be homeless suckers lookin for our next meal. Ain't none of us that can really do much else. Lord knows, we ain't built to be construction workers, although I've seen more than just a few skinny runts drywalling on a pair of stilts. But DANG, have you tried to pick up a sheet of 5/8 rock lately? And these guys put them on the ceiling! Sorry pal, ain't for me. By the time you get a sheet all screwed in your whole body is shakin and you think you might throw up. I ain't throwin out my back for no company. And on the business suit side, Ain't none of us got the brains to be lawyers and bankers, not to say we didn't try that route. Told us all through school that there wouldn't be no future in changin oil and rebuildin carburaters. But damn, look at us now. I'd say we're doing OK, mostly.

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Concrete Sidewalk

Up outta bed