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Locked out.

GTG, the dogs, and I were going to drive to the park and take a walk, but I had forgotten to grab my keys. So as I am heading back to get them I see GTG, “I hope you have your keys because I just locked the door.”

Words you never want to hear.

Because I am a man, I am in top rank of solving life’s little quandaries like how to unclog toilets, or stop the leak from the roof, or break into a house. This was a rather easy one because the door to the garage was open so I was able to grab a ladder. Still funny to watch me squirm through that window though.

This is the dogs waiting for me to finish pumping gas.

When you buy a house…

When you buy a house, your name and address is sent to Lowes, Menards, Shop N’ Save, HD Kitchen Designers, every “Equity Accelerator Program”, lawn boy, Springfield Shopper, Mayor Davlin, Pottery Barn, Bed Bath & Beyond, every bank in Springfield… and Gus Gordon (Not really, but I swear I got something with his name on it).

And each piece of mail you receive is addressed as “Welcome Neighbor”,”Hi Neighbor”,”Hello Local Area Meth Dealer.” Sometimes they blatantly let you know that you are getting a special deal because you are new to the neighborhood. I’ve gotten 10% off at Lowes and Menards, coupons for 5$ bucks of groceries each week of September at Shop N’ Save (which I forgot about or didn’t buy any groceries in the month of September). Other times they pull the sneak attack. The most common one that gets me is when the mail appears to be from my bank where I have my mortgage.

I get worried that I missed a payment, or my bank account has been depleated on strippers and cheap beer by a hacker in Bulgaria. No, the tatic they use is “Sign Up Now to save up to $26,000 in interest!” with the bank’s logo attached. They even go as far as to give real numbers of your remaining balance.

When you look at the fine print: $295 enrollment fee, $5 per month transaction fee, and “This estimate of benefits may change due to adjustments in loan interest rate, monthly tax and insurance amount…”
Which is code for we buttered up this deal real sweet, we are going screw you over as soon as we raise the interest rates. Note to the wise: Always do a fixed loan, you can always refinance*. Stay away from the ARM (Adjustable Rate Mortgage).

* Do not use gotshoo.com as the basis for your personal investments, birth coaching, vehicle maintenance, or social life.

Bills.

It seems like every week they come. Can’t stop them either! Bills, I am talking about bills.

I am digging online bill pay because for some reason. Partially because I only remember when a bill is due about 24 hours beforehand. I seem to have a problem getting the check in the mail anytime before that time period. And when the check finally arrives at the bill collector, they don’t open it right away. No. They let it age like a fine wine.

Can you tell that I just got screwed out of $25 bucks for being a few days late.

How come everyone can’t be like the power company and only charge .35 cents for a late payment?

Yes, I know. If I was organized and payed my bills on time; I wouldn’t have this problem.

I am working on it. I’ve got an online calendar that I put notes on when a bill is due. “October 5th, renew Total Muscle and Fitness bill.” Now only if I would check the calendar.

I did sign up tonight through a dot com to pay my utility bill and a retail outlet store from one website. Now to wait for the ‘online processing fee’.
Next issue - where did all the money go?

Full plate.

Bloggers block.

Well, I don’t really have bloggers block, but I am pretty much booked through the week without any time to sit down and write out some tech-geek posts and possibly a podcast.

I have about 3 posts already started sitting in the draft queue.

  • Tools for searching blogs
  • Follow-up on the ultimate geek multimedia system
  • What kind of mail you get after buying a house

Personal Notes.

I am posting these so I don’t have too much fun or pass out on the couch for the weekend.

* Install smoke alarm upstairs
* Touch up paint on walls.
* Start working on wiring downstairs. Buy wire.
* Finish never ending laundry.
* Work on digging out stumps from the bushes in front.
* Find photos for picture frames. - Find out if I still have the hookup at Kinkos.
* Buy a ceiling fan for my bedroom.
* New tires for the truck.
* Get insulation for upstairs.

(And for safe precaution) * Buy GF nice things.

So that’s what you think?

The Springfield blog population has spoken, which I think there was some choking and gagging involved, and has named Capital Fax Blog as best local blog. CFB, whomever you are, congratulations. If by chance of Google, don’t take this to heart. Keep on blogging.

A POLITICAL BLOG…. gah. I am not a fan of politics. However, I will get in a heated debate about towing in downtown Springfield. This stuff is boring in my opinion. Of course the guv has horrible hair and the state is running out of money. Nothing new in Illinois.

I was hoping it was going to be me someone with real blog posts about life: a horse shoe they ate, confessions of Catholic grade school, pictures of local landmarks, or puppies… you know, real stuff. I could care less if Judy Barr Topinka uses two gallons of hair dye each month.

Did you see the bottom of the article? I quote “and for that reason we think Capitol Fax is a shoo-in for next year’s award.” A shoo-in? Was that a low blow or a ‘Hey this is the Illinois Times we got love for the gotshoo’? We’ll never know?

A Shoo-in. I can’t believe it.

I am happy to say that BlogFreeSpringfield.blogspot.com came in 2nd. BFS is a wonderful read and is in my RSS feeds on a daily basis.

Sorry Unspelled, no blogger party. And I just went to Meijer and picked up the devil eggs and bratwursts. I’ll put them in the freezer for next year.

Dorthy, I don’t think we’re in Springfield anymore.

Today gas is 2.14 per gallon and there is no smoking in bars, restaurants, or any other public places.

Online bill paying just got more appetizing.

Your stamps will cost you another 2¢ after January 8th.

http://www.usps.com/ratecase/welcome.htm?from=bannercommunication&page=rate

Gut Instinct

Don’t you hate when you have a gut instinct and you ignore it? A bet on a horse race, someone’s sexuality, the under lyings of a secret relationship, that corporations are inserting addictive substances into our food…. You get my drift. We all have them. In fact, some of you might be thinking something about me. And my answer is, “no.” No to what? Whatever you’re thinking…

I can’t go into to much detail, but I had a gut instinct come true. Or at least to the point of “That was so like ‘duh (my preppy girl inner voice) why can’t you realize what is going on.” Maybe I obsess too much. Or maybe I just think what I want to think…..

This is like some So-crates (Bill & Ted) stuff.

COFFEEEEEEEE

I am at Starbucks now drinking my overly-priced mocha while on this overly-priced internet. Boy, I feel great. Caffiene such a good friend. Well, I took my baby… the truck… into the shop today. The flat I had fixed last week was leaking again so I took it back again.

Well me being the smart mechanic said to the grease monkey today, “Can you check the front suspension? Its making a popping sound.” I might as well as handed over my social security number, credit card (yes, I only have one - not counting the BB), mother’s madien name, ect.

They called me later on today, “Shoo (they actually used my real name), we fixed the tire but we have two other urgent things to fix.”

By the time they told me the grand total, I was ready to put a ‘For Sale’ sign on the truck and just start using only my bike. After thinking about it for the afternoon, I gave in and told them to fix the baby up. In reality, I knew that something was wrong with the front suspension, so it wasn’t a huge surprise. And the ‘grease monkeys’ are not really ‘grease monkeys’, they are really good mechanics that know how to spell my last name.

Never fails, just when I want to buy a new bike…. gah. Back to slaving away on the computer…

Work for the money, get the chicks for free.

On my tombstone it will say, “Still working in the afterlife.

What a notoriously long day yesterday. And it kind of spilled over to today. Yesterday, I went into work at 7:30am, measured a house, made phone calls, drove to Chatham and Sherman then had a meeting at 4:00 that didn’t get over till 5:20.

You’d think I would have had enough by then and called it a day. Nope, no such thing. One of the other bartenders called me earlier in the day telling me that they were sick. I, being a nice guy and appreciative of other people subbing for me when I couldn’t work said I would be there for them. Well, I got to the bar around 5:30 and didn’t leave till around 12:45.

Luckily today I was able to sneak out for a few Zzz’s. Tonight I will be hammering out some house plans at Barnes & Noble for a meeting with a client tomorrow afternoon. So if anyone would like to join me for a mojo call the phone.

Another Paris Hilton story

If you haven’t already heard, Paris Hilton’s Sidekick has gotten hacked.

Drudge Report

Gawker - Messages.

Want mud on your tires?!

Philly and I made a trip out to the mountain bike trails out by Lake Springfield on Saturday. We were determined by the end of the ride that one of us was going to end up severly mangled up. (Which wasn’t too far from the truth) The trail conditions were super muddy. As soon as we hit the trails, our tires were in 2inches of mud.

It was beautiful.

Granit, I hadn’t ridden my bike in months. I was up for the challenge. We would ride 2 mins and then have to take a breather. Its so much harder to go up a hill without any traction.

At one point we were going through a small stream, and the next thing I know is that I got a stick caught between my spokes. I look back and don’t see a stick, but the gear shift mount completly torn off of my bike. I yell up to Phil, “You’ll never believe what happened!”

Of course, he didn’t and we were both rather amazed. I wasn’t even putting that much torque on it. But I guess all the mud caked up on the tires and gears screwed it up.

Afterwards, I walked my bike up to the road and Phil rode back to get his car. We took the bikes to the car wash and then headed to the bike shop. Luckily, it was only a $18 piece that broke off. I was thinking it was going to cost much more.

Since I had to take the bike into the shop, I am letting them just do a full tune-up.

What? It’s only money!


Monday

Somebody has a case of the Mooo-ndays. Today is one of those Mondays. Its been an ugly day already for me. I started the day by dropping a 100 bucks on a tow. Yes, a 100 smack-a-ru’s.

Why - did your truck break down?

No, I was at Kirsten’s for movie night, and it was about 11ish and I was heading out to go home. I walk outside to the place I parked my truck. First thought was that its weird there is a different truck parked in the spot I parked in. Then I do a scan of the parking lot, frantically pushing the unlock remote.

Nothing. (I go straight into panic mode.)

I go back into Kirsten’s. She pulls out all of her paperwork looking for an after-hours number to call. We finally find a flyer stuck out in hallway with the towing company. I call it. Nothing. I have Jessie drive me out to the towing company. It was a glamourous place - OHH MY! Of course, they’re closed. Jessie then drives me back to Kirsten’s, and Kirsten gives me a ride home.

Fast forward to this morning - Kirsten picks me up, we drive once again out to the tow company. The grease monkeys comment, “Do you not have a sticker?” I tell them I was just visiting a friend. “Ohh, ya, they’re horrible with that. I wouldn’t live there because I couldn’t have people over.” I just give them ya, stf kind of smile.

Then later on today, we have 3 guys coming into the office bitching about their trusses. I had nothing to with that, but you still feel the stress when your in the office. Turns out that their crane operator did not have a clue of what he was suppose to be doing. So the trusses themselves were splitting. I think that’s been finally resolved.

Ohh, man, worse case of the Mooooooondays ever.

Say what?

Ok, its a little slow today at work, so let’s chat.

My name is Shoo.
I don’t have the flu.
And my favorite color is not blue. Its actually red.

There is a new trend. And the trend happens to be my nick-name and the “ey” sound. It all started with the whimperings of “Edddy.” Well the deadly disease has now progressed to Shooey. The outlook isn’t great. I have noticed even myself using the less masculine version. I came to the awareness of the deadly descriptor in early December. It used to be that Farah was the only one allowed to call me Shooey. But it has now passed on to Jessie, Merf (caught you saying it the other day sir), Ed, Laura (who uses it all the time - she’s a user and abuser), Meliss, Phil g., Nattie, Jenny (I believe- she mixes it up), and even Derrick (guy who dates Cat - which is really weird because he is all muscles; sounds a little gay coming from his mouth).

I don’t know if I can stop the onslaught of butchering of the “ey”. But I have tried fighting it by in return manipulating and butchering other people’s like: Philly, Meliss, Laura Mae (Southern accent), Eddy, Merf’y Lee. But it still continues.

The only thing I got is going into Browns and hear Mike say, “What you drinking Shoo?”