I'm sitting on a mini-fridge

So I got a car. It could be best described as “a grandpa car”. Gold isn’t exactly the hottest color on the market and 1995 was a while ago. But 43K isn’t much, and a standard transmission will be nice. The dent resistant sides will soon undergo late night testing in a walmart parking lot. Plastic seems to be the key in making this little guy light and efficient. I wonder if he is made out of recycled milk jugs?

I preached this Sunday. It was rough; I lost my train of thought a lot. But it was well received. I’m glad that it’s over; the preparation seemed to take a lot of time and stress. This week is the softball playoffs. We have a good shot at winning, but nothing is sure, we have a history of loosing games we shouldn’t have.

I would say more, but I’m sitting on a mini-fridge instead of my chair (sent it to NY). And there is a geo-cache waiting to be found.

They diagnosed my little guy

Mr. MazdaI spent all day at the beach: 15 min. wading, the rest in the sand.

Sarah and I talked a few weeks ago. She wanted me to come out and pick her up, which made me wonder: “how far can my car go?” To be safe I took it to a transmission shop. They diagnosed my little guy with a failing transmission, and I estimated he had 2-4 months to live. Treatment is expensive so I decided to let him go. I met a guy who said that he can give him a good home. And so Mr. Mazda is moving on.

So now I’m shopping and hope to close a deal on a new ride. The downside is that work has been really slow. Did you see the sand castle? I actually took a day off, went to the beach, and shoveled for hours just for fun. Any landscaper who does that must not be doing much at work. But hey, it is not so bad. I have less than a month before I get to collect Sarah. I don’t think I ever looked forward to driving down the turnpike so much!

It takes ten hits to get a dot that big

Do you ever feel like you are being watched? I do, especially when I’m trying not to be seen: like when I’m dumpster diving or peeing behind a bush at work. The truth is everything we do is monitored. Between your cell phone, cameras at intersections, and monitored emails the government knows exactly where you are. (Actually I have no idea if they know where you are, it just made a good intro)

If you noticed there is a little map on the side bar of my blog. When you look at my blog a program records the general location of where your request came from. A good look at the map and you know where my loved ones live. The bigger the dot, the more hits from that area. The splattering of small dots are either people who stumbled across my blog once or who have looked at it less than ten times since June 12^th (the day the program started monitoring).

The dot with the green arrow confuses me. It takes ten hits to get a dot that big. I don’t remember having any friends in south western Canada. Ten hits in a month is a lot: more than I get from India. So I am interested to know the names behind the dots. So if you read my blog, leave a comment with your name and the city you view from. (Especially my Canadian friend).

The Annual wild goat round up

Life on a ranch in always exciting. Ok, so I don't live on a ranch, but it is exciting. Last night we had the annual wild goat round up. Dewormer was on the menu for the whole herd. Here are some pictures.
I had the worst time catching this one. I tried the neck tackle a few times but eventually got her when she slipped in some manure.

If you have an upset stomach what do you take? The same works on goats, though they don't drink it down like you did when you where young.
Geocaching can get a little weird at times. I could have sworn the cache was hidden there, but it wasn't.

We found a pool like this one when we were dumpster diving. It was brand new so decided to sell it along the road. Split $60 two ways and I still have a nice wad to add to the "date fund".

who buys your sugar?

So the other night I was at Jeremy’s new house and made some coffee. I asked where the sugar was. “We don’t have any, who buys your sugar?”

“My mom”

“That’s why we don’t have any sugar”

Then I was given this cool tent. I think it is disproportionately tall, but I welcome that after sleeping in the “Squeeze Inn” for several years.

I also got some poision Ivy on my hands. If you have ever had it, you will recognize those little bumps.

I set off some illegal bottle rockets to celebrate our freedom

A car I saw geo-caching

I’ve been doing some organizing. Asher snagged a dresser and chest from along the road and I organized my camping stuff in them. Then I went through a pile of candles that came from a dumpster months ago: some will become fire starters and I might find a normal use for the rest.

Asher and I went to the fire works last night. Joella had my camera so I didn’t get any pictures. I would have had some good ones: we found a killer spot to watch the sparks that went boom. We parked next to a construction site, walked down a back road, ducked into a hedge row, waded through briars and poison to our perfect overlook of Marietta.

Just this evening Asher and I set off some illegal bottle rockets to celebrate our freedom. Here are the pictures.

1 rocket

125 rockets