KurtsKustom
07-12-2004, 04:14 PM
It started off easy enough. I was out here at my usual 6 a.m., but something was different. A few minutes later there's hard banging on the office door. It's my S/O, she's had a 'flat' heading for W*M, and she's walked a good piece home, and she is PISSED! Of course, it's my fault, and she's hijacks one of my sons' cars for transport. I go outsie to check things out, and see a big limb has fallen on my office roof and contiguous carport, destroying the carport roof tarp. "Gotta get that off there later". Another of my sons' cars is on the slab with front brake problems. His brother worked on it, but couldn't get one of the bolts out. The head is stripped. There are already 2 lug studs broken off, and I begin to try to correct things. I realize I'd better take care of the Silverado first as it's sitting a few miles up the raod unattended. I throw my jack and tools in my Subaru and head off to do battle with the flat tire. She told me she didn't realize she had a flat until the tire shredded and the ride became 'bumpy'. OK position my jack on a 2x8 and start cranking up the axle. Damn truck is heavy the way she has it parked and I pull my left deltoid fighting with the scissors jack. Fine, I'll heal. The tire's off and I head to my local tire guy to get a new one. He can't get one until tomorrow. Cell phone rings. It's son with bad-brakes Honda, telling me that he needs to go to work and wants to use my car. "OK", I tell him, "I'll be home in a few!". Back to the Swamp to do battle with the broken bolts and tree on the roof. My Bro shows up on the RoadWarrior, which I had to leave over there yesterday and drive one of his cages back to the Swamp because of heavy t'storms & rain. I ask him if he can take me back up to the Silverado so that I can mount the spare and at least get the truck back here. My Bro takes me back up the road and we mount the spare after figuring out how to get it down from under 2002 truck. If I ever meet the guy who's designed this stuff I want his nuts. Bro takes off and and I drive truck back to Swamp to do battle with the broken bolts on the Honda car and tree on the roof. Phones go out. Hmm, this is really turning into quicksand real fast. Beaten, broken (knucks), and bruised (deltoid), I manage to keep it all together. Now I'm low on B/S and outta smokes. S/O got home a few minutes ago. Now I have to listen to her bitch at me. Through all this, I only bemoaned, "I gotta WORK!". NO guns got touched, just a bunch of BS. This family is keeping me from being a success. I've had it with them. I'll work on guns (M17S's, HK's, M9Evo AR's) tomorrow if it kills me (probably will, if I don't lose it tonight). Out...
Just went to town to get smokes. B/S gotta be below 50 by now, as I'm getting a migraine. Damn fire truck ran me off the road on the way to town, so I hope the spare that I mounted on the truck didn't pick up anything. A black cat crossed in front of me right at Bushnell city limits, but I got smokes OK. Some jerkoff tailgated me out of town in some TOYota pickup, so I dusted him on the trip home. I don't see how my S/O said the cops clocked her at 110 in this truck, as it was shutting down at 97mph on the stretch back to the Swamp. I pulled in to see my female Dobe off her runner, and my big male Dobe going at her as she was effing around with him (she's in heat, so I'm also shooting strays with a suppressed .22 Remmy). I broke that up just in time, and replace the failed part (POS) on her runner chain. It's now 8:15 p.m., and I haven't eaten yet today. So it goes. Out...
Just went to town to get smokes. B/S gotta be below 50 by now, as I'm getting a migraine. Damn fire truck ran me off the road on the way to town, so I hope the spare that I mounted on the truck didn't pick up anything. A black cat crossed in front of me right at Bushnell city limits, but I got smokes OK. Some jerkoff tailgated me out of town in some TOYota pickup, so I dusted him on the trip home. I don't see how my S/O said the cops clocked her at 110 in this truck, as it was shutting down at 97mph on the stretch back to the Swamp. I pulled in to see my female Dobe off her runner, and my big male Dobe going at her as she was effing around with him (she's in heat, so I'm also shooting strays with a suppressed .22 Remmy). I broke that up just in time, and replace the failed part (POS) on her runner chain. It's now 8:15 p.m., and I haven't eaten yet today. So it goes. Out...