DOWN BUT NOT ENTIRELY OUT

We lost our internet connection at home, so I'm blogging from the field, and by that I mean Maudies. Hope to have it cleared up soon, but till then blogging will be light.
That's about it really. It was nice to have a whole weekend off with Ann...come to think of it, didn't really miss the lack of connectivity...internet, I mean. :)

UPDATE...WE'RE BAAAACK.

Back in the comfort of home, albeit with the wireless antenna hanging just outside the patio door from the rolling cage, but so be it. Deal with what ya got, right?
It's been a long time since we've been able to have an actual calander of events beyond work work and work followed by brief periods called paydays where we gave it all away
to "the man", ( well, it hasn't been all that horrible, but to go from not having to really worry about money and bills to having to scrimp like yer 18 again it is ). But we have plans baby!
#1...Picked up the vacation fund check today, and surprise! It was paid through december, so it was a bit bigger than we had anticipated.Yay!
#2...We were able to go to our beloved Maudies...I've been a couple of times over the last 3 months thanks to the kindness of friends, but Ann and I have not been able to have a dinner there
for quite some time. It was a nice treat.
#3...We can finally complete our living room with the purchase of a matching couch, it's been almost a year in the waiting/making and I actually think I'm more excited about this than Ann is...
But maybe not.
#4...Last but not least, the roll off will be delivered this Friday. The shitport will become a carport again, and white trash central will become the backyard we once had.
And after that, we will be back in the moment. But to have a week completely in our control, and to finally put some of the finishing touches on the house is a welcome return to order.

Oh yeah...The second annual Texas Independence Day Cordite Fest is fast approaching. The usual gun toting malcontents will be in attendance, with some guests, one of whom is in posession
of an old 45/70 rifle...the kind you have to pull the hammer back to shoot. The kind that has a bullet the size of longneck bottles neck. The kind that prompts the owner to say "maybe I'll bring my 45/70
and see who has the balls to shoot it, which prompts me to say " shit man...I'll shoot it. I'll shoot anything once".
Speaking of gun toting malcontents....Hunter S.Thompson...RIP. Shot himself in the head yesterday.Major bummer.Hunter was one of my favorite writers from way back. Hopefully, when it happened he was on his porch in Colorado, butt nekkid and full of mescaline.
Everybody knows that nothing goes better together than guns and drugs/alchohol...But some people (and maybe Hunter) forget that it goes in that order. Go shoot your guns, put them away safely and then eat that 4 way hit of blotter chased with valium laced tequila and kind bud.
See ya!