I turned 29. Disappointingly, I still have hair, so I’ll need another haircut soon. I got a sweet DMM and (I love this) my dearest little brother got me a Swiss Army knife…to replace the one he stole more than 15 years ago…in elementary school…and got taken away by the principal. This knife is quantifiably nicer than the original. Here are pictures of the knife and the DMM. I also got some beer (I’m drinking one right now — Pike Double IPA, which is pretty darn nice).
A couple weeks ago, after we got the truck, I bought about 20 concrete blocks at Lowe’s and a ton or two of gravel from a local topsoil place to level out around the corner of our house. That was the extent of the original project. Since then, dearest wife has…identified further improvements in the same area. So, the scope of the project has crept noticeably skyward. We have now bought at least 50 of these 65 pound concrete blocks, 96 ~25 pound concrete blocks, over two cubic yards of gravel (which comes out to well over three tons), three cubic yards of moderately wet cheap soil mix (for approximately three more tons), and another cubic yard of higher quality soil mix for about another 3/4 ton. That’s about 9.5 tons of crap. KrisDi has been substituting hauling shit around for her daily exercise, and I’ve actually been getting exercise from hauling this shit around.
I’ll put up pictures of the finished product and the steps in between once it’s all over, hopefully in about a week (somewhat depending on weather and spare time).
Additionally, I’m on the strangers’ side on the “noisy kids in the airport” issue. I don’t care if it’s completely normal for kids to scream and make noise. I still don’t want to be miles above ground trapped in a metal tube with them screaming and making noise. Put a muzzle on ’em. Or sedate them. Or put them in the cargo hold. Or something. I’m flying to Japan next weekend, so a lack of noisy things is already on my mind.
I only hear the word “abject” as a modifier to three words: Poverty, terror, and liar. These are all good combinations, but it seems like such a wonderful word should be used more often.
It’s interesting how the English language can be interpreted (or misinterpreted) in so many ways. For instance:
Your “Baby on board” sign does not decrease my desire to ram your vehicle.
This seems to indicate that I have a desire to ram others’ vehicles, and that desire is not mitigated by their subtle hint that there is a delicate child aboard. However, the truth is that I already have a strong desire to not ram anyone’s vehicle, and the presence (or absence) of a delicate child is immaterial. Or, my already less-than-zero desire to hit other vehicles cannot be reduced based on vehicle occupancy.
I don’t know, for some reason those signs just annoy me.