Anticipation, one of my least favorite things in the world. I hate the period of time right before something is going to happen. I hate suprises, i hate not knowing what is around the corner. maybe it is because i love things to work out simply and easily. At this point i am anticipating things at work. i am excited about what is going to be going on. I am going to be framing three houses, pretty much at the same time. Do not ask how this is going to work out. All i know is it is going to be a lot of long weeks and hard work. I am going to be thouroughly exhausted for the next few months. But i am looking forward to this. I am not looking forward to being tired, but man i love working hard. When i am working alot, i do not have the luxury to think about everything else that is going on in my life. Maybe this is not the best thing, but when i work alot i do not have time to get myself into trouble. I am ready to just build things.
In other news, oh wait there is no other news. Life is pretty slow right now. I am gearing up for a killer weekend coming up. David Littlejohn is coming into town for his batchelor party weekend. We are going to be staying in a cabin for the weekend and just hanging out with the groomsmen. I am really looking forward to this time with my buddies.
I am trying to quit smoking again. That is news. I did pretty well last week, until last night. I cracked and had some smokes, it is pretty hard to drink a beer and throw some darts without smoking. But i really want to quit and the nicorette has been helping to calm the cravings. So hoefully this time i can finally quit.
I have been thinking about writing some short stories. I am in no way at all a writer, but i am hoping that can help me out a little bit. I want to write in my own style, with all the grammatical errors and everything. So if any one wants to help me out with some plot ideas or themes feel free. If i can pull something together that is worthy i may post them on the blog. We will see.
In other news, i am finally getting an Ipod. I have been trying to find a cheap one for a while now. So after a few months of searching i found myself a reconditioned 40 G i pod for relatively cheap. And with a little help from uncle sam i am getting one. it should be here on tuesday.
Well i need to go fill my mind with more useless crap. i am going to watch myself some T.V. so have a nice week.
Seriously who has my "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot", and "A Ghost is Born." I want my cd's back. i am sick of playing these albums off of my computer. I want to place the disk in my player and listen to it load the beauty and wonderment which was so delicately placed on those cd's. So please if you have them return them. I am weeping as i type just remembering all the good times i have had with both of those disks.
And John Totten, dont argue with me on this. But i love interpol. And why do you have to get on Mason for likeing them too. That is the only common bond me and Mason have. Why do you want to take that away from me. Like you took my Wilco cd's. Come on man.
In other related news. I got my teeth cleaned today. it had been since october of '00, back when i was on my parents insurance. Supprisingly no problems, they think i have beautiful teeth. The only downer is that my wisdom teeth are really moving towards the surface. The two on the bottom are aimed right at my back molars. Seriously that sucks. My x-ray looked like my wisdom teeth were about to spear tackle my molars. Do you know how bad it hurts to get spear tackled without pads. Well it sucks, and just imagine if you were the size of a tooth. that would suck even more. You would walk around all day long and no one would be able to see you, because teeth are small compared to people.
And the winner is. For the category of strangest search that resulted in a visit to my blog. Angolian dating or mating rituals. There we have it folks. I am the number one site to visit if you are wanting information on dating and mating for angolians. So who ever it is out there that keeps doing the strangest search in the world, keep it up. Because the strange ones always make it to me in the end.
Well well it is that time again, time for me to stop typing. The time in every post that you all look forward to, like you look forward to your next bowel movement. I do not have any advice for you today. but i will say that if you, who ever you are, return my cd's to me in good order i will not kick you in the balls. But please seriously give them back. i am tired of living in sadness. Seriously!
so i pulled off my first all nighter since i was in school, almost three years ago. I am usually a great sleeper. I can sleep in any position, just ask my friends. but last night there was no rest. I made a pot of coffee about 3:30 and did some emailing and had a few cigarettes. The only nice thing about being up all night, there is no way i will be late for work in 45 minutes and i even made breakfast. So the start to the day has already been more productive then all of my days put together last week.
It has been along time since i have not been able to sleep a full night. It is three in the morning and i have to be at work at seven. So now i think i am going to make a pot of cofee and just ride it out. At this point it is most likely better to just not go to sleep. I would most likely be more tired in the morning on three hours of sleep. As long as i can keep enough caffeine in my system i am sure i can work my whole ten hour shift. So my only friend right now is the infomercials on late night television
THIS GUY! Yes i am holding both of my thumbs so that they point towards myself right now. I was thinking, on the way home from my soccer game tonight, about my history with sports. My history with sports is riddled with stories of injuries. Mostly minor ones, but all painfull. For some strange reason, the painful ones are always more fun to talk about.
I have always played the position, on any team i am on, that brings pain quickly to my person. When i was playing baseball as a little leaguer and througout middle school. I was the catcher. This postion brought many foul balls off of the mask. and some days off of the neck, which was uncovered by the mask. Now the ones to the bare neck hurt. I have also taken foul balls to the uncovered forehead, those really sting. The stiches of a baseball have been embedded in my body on several occasions. so needless to say catcher can be a pretty brutal position. Playing catcher for so many years has brought some serious permanent injury to my knees as well, with all the squatting and whatnot.
In high school i ran cross country, now you just have to be an idiot to push yourself as a runner. Pain was a constant, with my tendonitis. But i loved the pain and i loved pushing through it.
I have been a life long soccer player as well. In middle school i always wanted to be a goal keeper, but was not afforded that postion until i reached high school. Now for those of you who follow the game of soccer, or just know little about it, you know that most keepers have something in there brains that is a little off. you have to be partially sadistic to play such a postion. As a keeper your main objective is to keep the ball out of the goal, by any means possible, so you have to fling your body around like a rag doll most of the time. I became pretty good at throwing myself to the ground with minor injury, but the ball coming at your face with some speed can always add a little sting. So maybe i have something major off in my brain, because i love the pain that comes with playing keeper. And an indoor soccer player sees more pain than an outdoor keeper. Most of the shots are coming harder faster and with less distance between shooter and keeper. The ground is also a little harder and does not have nearly the give as sod.
So this whole history lesson is leading somewhere. Tonight my team won pretty handely. The score was 9 to 3. I played decent, but luckily my team played awesome, for the most part. I had several nice saves and several half way lucky ones. The lucky ones happened when i was kind of just standing in the way of the ball. I took one shot to my chest, you could hear the thud and echo of my heart bouncing off of my spinal column. And yes it hurt like hell, but it was kind of fun. Like in baseball, when you get hit just right by the seam of the ball and the stitch marks are left in your skin, I have the stitch marks from a soccer ball imprinted on my chest. it is a pretty cool looking design across my flabby week chest. I tried to take a picture of it, but i suck at editing pictures, so you can only see it on my computer. But none of you really wanted to see my chest any ways, except maybe John.
ok i have to go to bed, work comes in a little over six hours from now, so i will talk to you all later.
I am struggling hard to find motivation these days. I work so much and i come home tired. I am sick of coming home and turning on the tv and watching the same stupid re-runs. i want to make art again. It has been way to long. i want to learn how to paint. i want to sculpt something. How can i regain my creativity again? The real wuestion is how can i become motivated to not sit on my ass after work. I wish i was not always tired.
I signed up on blog explosion a while ago. On signing up i was promised more blog traffic. I just recently started getting more traffic from blog explosion. I do not know how. I think the way the whole service works is by me commenting on other members blogs they are some how magically directed to my blog. The cool thing is i have never commented on any one elses blog. Ha Ha, i sure got them. But i was doing some looking around on statcounter.com, to see where my visitors were coming from. And i stumbled across a blog that has me in their link section. So i thought i would point people in her direction. I do not know her, i do not think. But check her blog out, http://kitstrials.blogspot.com/. Thats all i got for now. So take it easy everyone. And if you are interested in seeing what a typical conversation between me and john is like then check his blog out. I love that John is trying to talk about music more now at College Tower. It is great.
i have been doing some demolotion the last few days on a house in North Chatt. The house was built some time in the early twenties, i believe. At one point it was owned by an affluent family. The trim work inside was highly detailed and very expensive, even now you could not find any of the original trim from this house any where. You would have to get it all custom built for you and that would bring the price up even more. All the beauty of this house has been completly lost on me. Once the framing of these old house's was covered up by the lath and plaster the facade of a nice sturdy house appears. i spent the last two days removing all the siding from the front and side of the house. I pulled the roof of the porch off and ripped the entire proch from the wall. Once we got into removing pieces from this house the ugliness has appeared. I have found that once the walls are removed you can see how badly these houses are really built. I uderstand that there were no particular bulding codes and material was not as readily available, but still old houses are not built all that well. The saying , " they sure dont build em like they used to" has become some what of a joke. Granted in some cases this saying is true. I would much rather drive a solidly built 65 chevy truck, with all it metal frame and body, over a brand new Dodge pick up with all its plastic parts and fancy computer components. When it comes to building homes, only the extremely wealthy, had strudy homes back in the day. I have run into homes in the Fortwood, where the framing was magnificent. They used over sized lumber on everything.
I am in no way trying to bash the carpenters who built homes back then. They are in many ways much more manly then i am. They milled there own lumber on sight. They used all hand tools, and most likely could swing there hammer twenty times harder and longer then i could. But because of the lack of technology and structral egineering the houses just dont stand up to my standards of building. The house we are working on has just been a pain. it is nerve racking to be standing in the attic of a house, forcing siding off the wall and looking down to see the studs, you are putting your full weight on, buckleing and swaying underneath you. This does not happen in homes built now days. When this house was built they were moving from timber framing to platform stud construction. The particular type of framing used on most houses of that time was called balloon framing. The wall studs of the house are attached to the floor joists. Now we place the studs on top of the floor system. This is so the house will not rack with the floor. The old studs went from the bottom of the house all the way to the rafters. That means on a two story victorian house studs can be well over 20 feet. A stud is only 2 inches by 4 inches. Some of you might be thinking that i am an idiot right now. But old studs were actually true 2x4's. Now a 2x4 measures in at an 1 1/2 x 3 1/2. So in summation, i love the beauty of the finish carpentry of houses from the early 1900's, but i do not trust most of the framing as far as i can throw it.
Oh i might also be kind of pissed at this particular house because one of its old ass rusty nails decided to bury itself deep within my foot. i spent almost 4 hours at the emergency room last night because the rusty nail had infected my foot so bad i could not put any pressure on it. But no fear i got a tetnus shot and some antibiotics, i just could not play soccer last night. Stupid old nail, curse you.