Friday, October 31, 2008

Hulking Kisses

Home. At Last.



I'm going to throw my suitcase as far as I can throw it. Then I'm going to sneak up on my wife and give her one of those World War II vintage kisses.



After that-Man time with the little guy. Trick-or-treating tonight. Incredible Hulk this year. The little guy, not me. I'm going as an unshaven, road weary sales guy with bad breath. After that it's dinner on the floor in front of the TV, some Wii, followed by dueling toothbrushes before bed.




I'm probably not the first person to think this, but coming home almost makes you you want to go back on the road just so you can come home again...

Gus Fuss


On the road this week. So I brought an old movie to watch. Hadn't seen it in a very, very long time.

Lonesome Dove. Love it. Even though it was made in '89, it's still great. I swear Robert Duvall and Tommy Lee Jones aren't even acting. Duvall's character, Gus, should go into the smart a** hall of fame. So good.

When the TV mini-series first aired, I watched the finale at my then girlfriends house (now my wife). I remember unashamedly crying for the world to see when Gus died. Going to tear up again I bet.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Whoa!

Sports fans...spending the week in Georgia attending a trade show.  Been out of pocket for a little bit.  

Lots of funny stuff here on the road.  I'll try to turn them into blogs if I can.  That is if I don't pass away stuck on I-85.  People, Atlanta's traffic stinks.  

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Cracked and Broke


I have a leaky A-Coil. Shouldn’t I be much older before I have to start worrying about that kind of thing…Wait, that’s not my A-Coil.

The leaky A-Coil dripped water into the furnace and burned out a circuit board. Furnace not-worky so good with out the aforementioned board. Thank goodness it was still under warranty. Didn’t cost anything. This time.

Between a couple of new water heaters (don’t ask), a new sump pump, and a new furnace, my cellar looks like a plumbing and HVAC showroom. I’ve pumped enough money into that sinkhole over the last 18 months to literally make me cry.

Now to my A-Coil. Apparently you have to have a good working A-Coil or your air conditioner is basically useless. A leaky A-Coil also means bad things for your furnace. To top it off, the compressor fan on the air conditioning unit is so bad off that it makes babies cry and dogs howl for about a three block radius every time it comes on.

So this summer I get to buy a new air conditioner. And the Pointer Sisters say “I’m so excited.” Amen ladies. Late this summer I’ll be giving tours of my ultra-modern new appliances. $15 for the hour long tour with commentary by the newly minted millionaire local heating and cooling guy. $25 gets you the tour, commentary, and pictures of what should have been my son’s college education.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

"Five."

"Five Dollar."

"Five Dollar Foot" right to the kiester of the person who wrote that jungle.

Please Subway, mother of Mildred please, stop it. Just stop it.

Manchester Meltdown


Yes, you’re a world power. Yes, you have a very rich history dating back several centuries, much longer than we do. Yes, our country was populated by your castaways. However, I still see no reason for the arrogance. Why are all the lymies so full of themselves?

See, I don’t really care that you backpacked your way through Marrakesh when you were in college. Doesn’t make you worldly in my eyes. Just means your parents have money and you don’t mind amoebic dysentery all that much. Yes, I know that you’ve traveled extensively throughout France and Germany. Let’s see, your country is the same size as Louisiana. You can hop a train, cut across the Chunnel, and be from London to Paris in 2.5 hours. Catch that same train and get to Germany, via Brussels, in a little over four hours. I would hope you’ve traveled through Europe.

See pal, I don’t have high speed trains. By car, I can barely be across my own state in four hours. Now, I can get to Arkansas in about three hours, which is like a whole other country. No, it’s not Paris. There’s no Louvre or the Eiffel Tower, but they do speak a foreign language. I’m sure to you, you pinky finger extended while you drink your tea type, that it's not the same thing. Whatever.

My point in all of this is to say, keep talking to me in that tone and I’ll personally insure your family tree appears vertical hence forth. Thank you that is all.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Tonight the Role of Fuzzy Headed Dude Will be Played by Fuzzy Faced Dude

An alert reader pointed out that the creepy fuzzy headed painter dude is dead. Oops.

Filling in this evening, dancing with Elle, will be the incomparable Wilford Brimley...