tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87730471326408149982024-03-14T06:29:24.649-04:00....and other things not-so-holyThat Life and Time Seem to Pass Me By.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.comBlogger703125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-52540710171895657182011-03-08T21:23:00.002-05:002011-03-08T21:36:44.073-05:00OUCHI just got a rejection letter in the mail, it hurt more than bad, because I've become very accustom to eating serious rejection letter in the most serious sense. I've sent just under 350 resumes in the last ten years to various companies and/or not-for-profit organizations. I've never in that 10 yrs enjoyed the opportunity to enjoy a multiple interest. I've been toying with 3 as of late and I decided that Family and loved one were the correct place to take a stand. This shot was especially painful not only because I got whacked,. because I also let a brother that put his own interests out there for me and gave me a solid reference, down. I got nothing on this end........ I suck My degrees will be smashed out of glass and used as terlet paper.<br /><br />I'm also incredibly mad, mad with ?, and bitterness....<br /><br />WTFShaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-10479179448354989092010-12-22T03:10:00.002-05:002010-12-22T03:21:10.810-05:00CharityYesterday, while at a big box bargain outlet store I was asked if I would like to donate to make a less fortunate family's Holiday more holiday-ee, I was checking out, and thought.... Heck yeah I can do that. It'll brighten someone's day. SO I said sign me up for $5. Upon returning home I thought on a whim to check my account balance so I could plan for the lean Holiday shopping I was going to undertake for my own family and friends this week. It turns out that by budget was pretty tight, in fact, I had just over drawn my account by $4.95. OUCH. That means an overdraft fee isa comin. Unfortunately the family won't be seeing the entire $41.85 donation I'll really be making for the betterment of human kind.<br /><br />A dollar and a dream is all it takes to win the NYS Lottery so they say, or I can hold onto three chances to win 145million dollars and buy a loaf of bread. I think a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at this point is worth 145 million dollars, or lack there of.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-41268538873536746102010-12-05T08:54:00.002-05:002010-12-05T09:11:54.596-05:00FaceySpaceI just don't know what the real draw is. Although I'm drawn. It started as a way to sling smaller messages, similar to what I was posting here, then it turned to posting pics of me doing stuff, it progressed to creep and stalk the lil lady. I don't need that any more, she's the best if not the most bestest thing that has ever happened to me. I still check... and in most cases still rant about it. I guess it's a useful tool, I've found 371 of my closest and not so closest friends. There are a handful of people whom I update, and (chat on the phone with, as well) then there are the other bunch of mutts. <=I say that in the most loving way though. People comment/I comment... it's faceyspace. There is something in our psyche that forces us to want to know about wanting to know what someone else is eating for lunch. If it's not there for you..... you're not on faceyspace (or perhaps not actually reading this. WHoa!?!?!?!?). What's suuuuuup?<br /><br />Today's Randomness is brought to you by, worn out slippers, the word<strong class="main_entry_word"> plangent</strong><span class="pron"> \PLAN-junt\</span><strong class="hdrleaders"> DEFINITION</strong> adjective 1<span class="ssens"><strong> :</strong> having a loud reverberating sound</span> 2<span class="ssens"><strong> :</strong> having an expressive and especially plaintive quality, and the number 2.<br /><br /><br /></span>Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-10690913858282182912010-12-03T04:55:00.002-05:002010-12-03T05:22:01.887-05:00WHAh?Employed until the end of the month, no idea where after.....<br /><br />I'm standing outside the Gazzettte(sp, error intended) and a Black Hoodie approaches me. I'm having a smoke, "cuz" well, shit I can. Black Hoodie walks out of his way 50yds to ask me in his best (Imma thug enforcer voice) "Yo ya gotta a smoke frrr me?" I'm on the phone with my lil lady..... I can't be bothered. [dude is six 4 and change +300] (insert small talk) I ax "you gotz 50cents?" nah,... i aint got money. why walk all the way over here out of your original path? Shaggybob="keep walkin!" then when he was 20 steps away I said "hey, come back here..... here's a smoke." Say please and thank you... it'll get you some place in life.<br /><br />I've been having an incredibly weird life lately, thanks for the froth on the crazy coffee.<br /><br />I like toast! with my butter completely melted.... jelly and Peanut butter optional.<br /><br />My shoes.... they're wearing out. If I wear a pair I haven't shod in a bit..... my knees hurt.<br /><br />I still drink like a fish, but I drink tons.... minus the quality.<br /><br />I sleep all day again for the rest of the month.<br /><br />I look forward to seeing Miss Erin every second of the day.<br /><br />I want to cook a steak dinner but eat mad rice.<br /><br />I need new pillows cuz my pillows are completely flat... I like'm that way, in a way.<br /><br />I haven't figured out after 35yrs how to use a semi-colon; I suck, which makes it difficult to write correctly.<br /><br />I've lost my outlet to use mad design programs without slingin 5g's for a new set up. Picture that?! <br /><br />I have friends whom have had kids and I haven't met them yet.... it makes me sad.<br /><br />Some times I wonder....... where I was, and where I need to be, and If I did it right, or can do it right?<br /><br />I'm a solid vampire again after 4weeks. I had 5yrs of practice so I guess I'm good at it. Blah Blah......Blah HHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssss (blah sun isth hurting me)<br /><br />Nerrrr.<br /><br />It's Willem in the morning... I should head to sleep.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-17559521050043166482010-10-15T09:15:00.002-04:002010-10-15T09:21:38.167-04:00Todays Randomness<h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"><span class="UIStory_Message">Today's Randomness: is brought to you by the last lil piggy, that went wee wee wee all the way into the bottom corner of a book case, the word Frak (an Explicative used in the "re-imagined" version of the BattleStar Galactica series) and the number 14.(the number of times I hopped and screamed prior to landing supine o<span class="text_exposed_hide"></span><span class="text_exposed_show">n my couch with the piggy in the air.)</span></span></h3><br />It's been awhile since my last post so I figured , hey I'm still unemployed after 14weeks why not shoot out something random and stubbing my friggin little toe was the perfect catalyst.<br /><br />I think I'll start posting again as much as possible I have a bunch of pent up angst. more to come soon.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-57045880933950818412010-04-29T00:45:00.002-04:002010-04-29T01:09:16.235-04:00Good Idea Bad IdeaMoron, or just plain stupid?<br /><br /> Should you be in Schenecta'dirt, and be feeling a little frisky, it may behoove you.... BEHOOOOOOOooooove you to <span style="font-weight: bold;">not </span>solicit any prostitutes. Should you disregard that minor bit of advice please keep in mind that prostitution is an illegal activity. I'm not saying that prostitutes are all shady, or perhaps maybe they are (I don't know any personally). It is indeed illegal in the eyes of the Law. Ask Elliot Spitzer he'll tell you how much money a prostitute can take you for plus the extra added bonus of a marriage and the Governor's seat at a big ass breakfast table.<br /><br />I'm fairly certain that the $20 street corner hooker could be a bit more shady than say a Bunny Ranch $5,000 an hour "classy" harlet. In the newspaper today there was some poor riled up guy that made a terrible business decision. Paper or plastic? a common question we all get while we're shopping. It shouldn't be applied to in the dark alley sex trade by any means. This guy, this grown man, decided to give a 'nice' middle aged veteran strumpet plastic. Platinum no less... and was astonished by the fact.....ASTONISHED, that she took the card and max out $10,000.<br /><br />"Mark it zero! Smokey" with three more 0's and a 1 in front of it to boot.<br /><br />Is it wrong to think that a WallyWorld gift card probably would have done the trick?(<-I'm leaving it...... 'trick').<br /><br />On a different note, 2 whole winters have past since I saw the hooker on a bike. Mostly because I moved out of the 'Dirt. I'm sure she was workin it on Erie Boulevard in fishnets a short leather jacket and 10speed during the dead of night in 20 - 0 degree weather regardless of my seeing her or not. She was hardcore.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-32195398382090973912010-04-25T23:21:00.000-04:002010-04-25T23:22:31.518-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-k5Zd97UVy7wHtpblD6bUKi6iX1h8Qj7MU0FhAeSrZ0nI3YY1jrWjusk8jm8Pp_Ov2N5FyjClAip5LHBSNRTMM8BdI_itpPMXJus8d0tELYZOEc-A40G-38Ll79Kuoo_59jSfs_PhklI/s1600/Kool-aid+dude.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-k5Zd97UVy7wHtpblD6bUKi6iX1h8Qj7MU0FhAeSrZ0nI3YY1jrWjusk8jm8Pp_Ov2N5FyjClAip5LHBSNRTMM8BdI_itpPMXJus8d0tELYZOEc-A40G-38Ll79Kuoo_59jSfs_PhklI/s400/Kool-aid+dude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464281311944831586" border="0" /></a>Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-84600373387161364142010-04-19T17:16:00.003-04:002010-04-19T17:23:08.652-04:00Z's new TAT design<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBSukbaydv9Z19tFmj_PqSU8HKCzxK4E5Z_h50dq11C0jo7iUaj4ofvcevr4ENk7Vsr-BtLietAR2aKn02ob5SkjJZR2Gcres6c11eBsdUEddOLGGjkXlRXtorzWWmBlSvd2O86xVsXc/s1600/TAT-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBSukbaydv9Z19tFmj_PqSU8HKCzxK4E5Z_h50dq11C0jo7iUaj4ofvcevr4ENk7Vsr-BtLietAR2aKn02ob5SkjJZR2Gcres6c11eBsdUEddOLGGjkXlRXtorzWWmBlSvd2O86xVsXc/s400/TAT-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461961454367636722" border="0" /></a><br />I'm working on a new Tattoo design for my Big Timmy Z. I've pieced a few online images together and am in the beginning stages of fleshing out the missing parts, and altering the original images as well. What do ya think?<br /><br />You may think Z is into dragons and such but I added the dragon so his secret of digging 1/2 naked dudes in gladitorial type armor doesn't get out.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-63263501461277653962010-04-19T17:03:00.001-04:002010-04-19T17:05:37.228-04:00ContentNew adventures in life have me reeling in positiveness. I'm looking forward to where this new beginning takes me.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-65369707786368440722010-02-18T17:37:00.003-05:002010-02-18T18:11:04.871-05:00MacRonald<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5vcEPJlR8WzEaYIiiHwJ3jJnlUnQAvZGuo1k44IsucRyfgtHUKLUxdvyBpntELKJMq9vIedMTMEZRmgp4goYutRH15xQr7KMTenSCxvvDxmRvtKiYukbDXUQdIkpoGrGRzBlaFChG8vA/s1600-h/Kleetus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5vcEPJlR8WzEaYIiiHwJ3jJnlUnQAvZGuo1k44IsucRyfgtHUKLUxdvyBpntELKJMq9vIedMTMEZRmgp4goYutRH15xQr7KMTenSCxvvDxmRvtKiYukbDXUQdIkpoGrGRzBlaFChG8vA/s400/Kleetus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439724051614551714" border="0" /></a> {totally going to order the Surf and Turf }<br /><br />I don't eat at MacRonald's much. Not because I don't enjoy a Big Mac on occasion, or have issues with the healthy nature of their artery clogging sustenance; in a pinch I'm all about a double Quarter pounder w/cheese or 3, it's because of the deep frying smell. I've always had a distaste for the stank associated with deep fry oil/grease. That's saying a bunch I was the cook for a fraternity for a couple of years and I deep fried everything (bacon, sneakers, Lawrence T. Rat). The smell still throws me off a bit. The local Wallyworld has a MacRonnies located directly in the store. You walk through the automatic doors past the Fat Scooter charging station, the guy who smells like urine, the woman beating her hellspawn, the bottle return whoomp, and BAM....deep fried WTF. It's horrid. I bet the Photo hut people are accustomed to it 5 minutes after they get hired. Or maybe they have nightmares after taking pictures of Kleetus and his Wahhf for the 90th time standing in the funk of fry grease. My stomach is churning right now just thinking about it. (yup thinking about both the grease and Kleetus's Wife getting the family portrait in stained powder blue sweatpants size Shamu)<br /><br />What gets me is that even though I dislike the deep fry smell, in the back of my head the smell is exponentially worse because it's actually in the Walmart. It's "just threw up in my mouth a little bit" disgusting. Is it Just me? Would you eat your own shoes rather than get a burger from a Wallyworld MacRonalds?<br /><br />I'm willing to bet even the Super Size Me guy would skip the place if he made a sequel, in favor of scrapping with seagulls for french fries in the parking lot.<br /><br />More WTF: Seagulls what are they doing in Schenecta'dirt, we're land locked in NY State.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-71620551803863080172010-02-03T20:20:00.000-05:002010-02-03T20:21:00.154-05:00I can't wait<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUbEan0rd9UdBREVQsT8cyZKrVxJpplxYX2loA50rHfdfSAKQu1zBzU6vW6Ben5VAW5FeaR6yw-CJV9juZsth3wcojBXL036Jqamk0U-B_M4oHvFphXcPCRzyTxg2xilD5m5C5QKSdBo/s1600-h/the+shore.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUbEan0rd9UdBREVQsT8cyZKrVxJpplxYX2loA50rHfdfSAKQu1zBzU6vW6Ben5VAW5FeaR6yw-CJV9juZsth3wcojBXL036Jqamk0U-B_M4oHvFphXcPCRzyTxg2xilD5m5C5QKSdBo/s400/the+shore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434192120821950530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6oLFap_mIumO4aggYKue_jqKTEqPUO4Bf7kCMVtw6yJ7QRnNvu6JFLhkqC3B30ZUa50lyHudFNf5Bq7ZkXbfmtC2VfqJcUvbq6l4yTP7YMh5Rf-S56JF5t7JOqhFI1lGwMlbO8x1ohw/s1600-h/Jersey+shore+shagz-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6oLFap_mIumO4aggYKue_jqKTEqPUO4Bf7kCMVtw6yJ7QRnNvu6JFLhkqC3B30ZUa50lyHudFNf5Bq7ZkXbfmtC2VfqJcUvbq6l4yTP7YMh5Rf-S56JF5t7JOqhFI1lGwMlbO8x1ohw/s400/Jersey+shore+shagz-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434192113766580082" /></a>Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-30034619344671086402010-02-01T17:45:00.002-05:002010-02-01T17:51:51.479-05:00Conscious effortI've decided to make a conscious effort to get up prior to noon everyday. It's tough, in fact I think it's pretty close to impossible. The night time job and post work decompression time doesn't help much. It's not that my job is stressful, you'd have to imagine it like this: (you work a regular 9-5 job) you'd get up at 3am try to do everything you would think about doing after work prior to!? and then go to bed at 6pm after your short ass commute home. Nearly impossible..<br /><br />I'll be starting the effort tomorrow, today my pillow was way too ccomfortable to let go of until 4pm.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-86344948933588071012010-01-28T22:06:00.003-05:002010-01-28T22:31:52.938-05:00Hypo-critical infusionHere's little something from today's bank visit. Whilst waiting for the few the proud the legally slow insane people to get rid of their stacks of receipts and 2bil transations apiece, I had the opportunity to chat a bit with the girl standing next to me. It was really just nonsense banter and I'm not sure how the subject got changed but we ended up talking about food. Well; actually, animals considered as food. I'm really not too sure how many times this has happened to me in the past but it's a lot. We slowly moved toward and covered how vegetarians (she was a firm believer) are healthier, and that meat eaters(I'm a firm believer) are destined to die a horrible death at the hands of a viscious marmot and spend life eternal roasting on a spit in the rotisserie oven that is hell. So what, I can deal "I love animals because they taste good". Chuckle chuckle, kick a sideways glance shrug it off....(waiting for it. waiting for it...)<br /><br />She mentioned PETA, and I knew the conversation was about to take a turn south. "I love animals I would never hurt them, you're a bad person for eating them... what'd the lil fuzzy bunny ever do to you,....." blah blah blah.<br /><br />Again I don't know how many times this has happened to me in the past, but it's a lot. Oh look it's my turn to talk to the teller,<br /><br />"Nice shoes by the way, Huh Leather.... What'd the poor wittle cow ever do to you?" I bet you had 2% milk on your cereal this morning"<br /><br />There isn't a food product out there that isn't in some way related to the "mean" treatment of animals. Organic produce you say... I say Manure. Manure isn't a free range commodity.<br /><br />Some people should really think before they take the exit to the south in a conversation.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-7582319942073978222010-01-16T23:06:00.002-05:002010-01-16T23:22:29.207-05:00ChangesI'm obviously remiss about posting here now that faceyspace is out there and mundane posts about what I ate for a snack in the afternoon is tops on my list of things I would like the intarwebb to know about me.<br /><br />I'm going to make an effort to post at least twice a week here with thoughts of the bizarre and ridiculous that float around in my melon.<br /><br />For the first post: I quit smoking. It had more to due with illness than it did with actually wanting to give it up. I enjoy my vices. But in the aftermath of a week long illness I haven't had a smoke for quite sometime. I can't say I'm done forever... but for the time being, I've quit.<br /><br />I've also been a week without the devils brew as well. I was on the path to destruction for quite sometime and decided that it may be good to dial it down a bit. 18yrs of drinking like a college freshman is a bit much. So I'm going to try the moderation thing and see how it works.<br /><br />Next on tap..... eating healthy and getting back in shape. I'm not weak, nor am I grossly out of touch with proper weight, but I'm off a bit. It may have something to do with the lack of sunlight I get. (I'm working on that fix...full spectrum desk lamp) not sure if I'll use it at home or at the office, but it's in the works. I'm also a bit lax when it comes to complete meals a bunch of times a day. I'm usually snacking when I wake, have a ginormous meal at diner time and have a tiny something when I get home from the work... balanced meals haven't happened in 5-6yrs.<br /><br />This could constitute a New Year Resolution; but I'm not promising shit, and don't believe in the practice anyway.<br /><br />Today's Randomness is Brought to You by: a warm leg, the term Fecal coliforms: n' facultatively-anaerobic, rod-shaped, gram-negative, non-sporulating bacteria. and the number 3mil (signifying the number of coliforms just deposited on my appendage by the dog)Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-67300172132993155892009-12-31T19:23:00.000-05:002009-12-31T19:24:27.001-05:00If you're out there I'm still waitingMoonGoddess?...... MoonGoddess?..... Beuller?Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-88945319779737183512009-12-10T18:28:00.002-05:002009-12-10T18:57:25.798-05:00Set a man on fireIt's been some time so here's a little update. Not so long ago I tacoed my garage door in an attempt to move my Jeep for the purpose of yardwork.(retarded) I immediately called and purchased a replacement to be delivered and installed post haste. The ordeal that followed was by far one of the most assinine in my life. If you know me: that statement says alot. I DO NOT recommend any goods or services from the Home Depot from this point forth for the rest of my life.... not even in an emergency (like, say for instance, a busted garage door with winter looming.) I dealt with 4 different associates, a manager, a vendor, and a different install company. The 4 associates were confused, the manager clueless, the vendor apologetic, and the install company guy "the bomb" he's gonna be awesome.<br /> <br />Step 1 crush door Nov.5th<br />Step 2 order replacement Nov. 5th<br />Step 3 wait 2weeks for confirmation<br />Step 4 wait for site inspection<br />Step 5 get told the door won't be available until Jan 7th<br />Step 6 get offered a cheaper door on sale, with promotional discount available on Dec 7th<br />Step 7 get call from asshat, make that Dec 14th<br />Step 8 talk to manager, make that December 14th "sorry dude"<=the managers words <br />Step 9 new call make that Feb. 1st (curiously 1month after the original door order WTF me thinks)<br />Step 10 flip and go batshit crazy<br />Step 11 order the M2-2 WWII backpack mounted Flamethrower<br />Step 12 call to check on order, Feb 5th(seriously? +4days on top of 1 month?)<br />Step 13 Check online order status (January 11th, still 10days after original order.)<br />Step 14 call manager ask WTF politely, wait for coherant reply... nope!?<br />Step 15 inform the Depot their indoor lumber yard has Smores written all over it<br />Step 16 wait 20hrs<br />Step 17 Receive call from Installer "we're putting in your door tomorrow. at noon".<br /><br />Total elapsed time 2 months. <br />Teach a man to make fire....yadda yadda, threaten his and 150 employee lives in addition to millions in merchandise with conflagration. Satisfactiory business transaction.<br /><br />The laws of commerce seen through my eyes, a retailer sells goods and services, I pay for goods and services, when goods and services are in limbo after deductions from my account, flamethrowers get involved . Goods and services magically appearShaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-52504745720902083352009-11-21T02:41:00.002-05:002009-11-21T02:48:00.140-05:00I've decidedI'm going to make it a point, to post....when I can. With a purpose. Today's randomness is brought to you by: Right Now! the word Pittance• \PIT-unss\•noun: a small portion, amount, or allowance; also : a meager wage or remuneration, The number .46, and the number 527. <br /><br />the best waste of resources.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-6712563433192149192009-11-21T02:33:00.002-05:002009-11-21T02:39:58.785-05:00Today?I've seen the caustic ridiculosity, I've seen the redonkulous, I've watched uber dumb, how can you expect anything less. Be rigtht! or make it right! You have nothing on realShaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-86545782408500235112009-10-29T01:05:00.003-04:002009-10-29T01:31:07.152-04:00Today's RandomnessTodays randomness is brought to you by a trip to Walmart, the word peregrination \pair-uh-gruh-NAY-shun\noun: an excursion especially on foot or to a foreign country : journey, and the number 2874.<br /><br />Everytime I venture into the uncharted aisles of "everyday item goodness" I find myself in a 3rd world country inhabited by people of unknown origin whom can only be classified by their manner of dress. <br /><br />There's members of the High Court of Sweatpantopia<br />The Urchins from Baggypant Isle<br />The Cyborgs from the Planet FatScooter<br />The Mullet Warriors from Trailer 92<br />The Norms<br />The Hunter Gathers.... etc<br /><br />And mixed throughout the masses are their demon spawn, I read not too long ago about an old man in a Walmart far far away that took it upon himself to liberally smack one of these creatures (which wasn't one of his own ilk). I never had the inkling myself. Until today....<br /><br />Bartering in a checkout line should be outlawed, more so when you have 3 demons crawling in and about the shopping cart, on shelving, in and out of other peoples legs, demons that are throwing impulse items on the conveyor belt, opening and closing beverage coolers, dropping beverages on the floor from said coolers. Those that are whining for McDonalds food and screaming just loud enough to pierce an eardrum should you be within say; I don't know,4ft of them. <br /><br />It takes a lot to rattle me into evil thoughts, I at one point imagined that my boot was clearly lodged in one of the demons asses. (I chuckled outloud). The caretaker for these devilish little monsters would have had a much easier time if she'd decided that the outing would have benefited from a cattle prod or two.<br /><br />When I was a child, a backhand would have straightened me out, in fact the stink eye prior to a backhand would have squashed every and all thought of misbehaving in public. I guess a "TimeOut" doesn't have the same effect.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-58715345930838891222009-10-08T21:08:00.002-04:002009-10-08T21:13:20.201-04:00Landmine CroquetIf you've never heard of it before I'll fill you in with pics and a color commentary after the weekend. More specifically Monday because the Croquet Tournament in on Saturday and I already burned a vacation day for Sunday. It involves Beer and Croquet, a bunch of food and a few ridiculous College buddies with a healthy appetite for crazy.<br /><br />At one point I was hosting between 12-18 people for the weekend of Beer,BBQ,and Games. Now it seems like 10 is the number. That doesn't include the people just stopping by for a burger though. I'm looking forward to it.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-25353976109754963222009-09-09T18:54:00.002-04:002009-09-09T18:58:58.057-04:00I'm aliveStill alive... I just got sucked into Faceyspace lately.<br /><br />Update, the landmine croquet tourney is coming along nicely. 1 month away, and hopefully a few more people will be able to show up.<br /><br />I've finally gotten the storage facilities, and the desired storage units forthe hardtop. I'm going to be rolling with the top down until I can't hold the steering wheel anymore due to shivering. I'm going to take the doors off this weekend just to see how bad-ass it'll feel.<br /><br />wedding season is slowly rolling to a close with 2weeks until the double-header. er, well...back to back weekends.<br /><br />I'll have to find an interesting life in order to type more.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-2625603629497254162009-08-20T19:33:00.002-04:002009-08-20T19:47:29.689-04:00skinny jeansIf by chance you are in the mood to wear skinny jeans there are a few things I think one should follow to make it more socially acceptable: <br /><br />1.) Skinny Jeans are stupid avoid them<br />2.) If you've got tank ass, no one wants to see your rendition of a double popsicle<br />3.) If you have to squeeze into said skinny jeans, don't bother<br />4.) Jeans are a comfort clothing you should be able to breathe whilst wearing them<br />5.) Good luck with your keys bring some bandaides with you where ever you go.<br />6.) Never ever, NEVER think that you can pick a wedgie standing in line at the bank<br />7.) $200 for a pair of pre-shredded skinny jeans is just as stupid as buying regular comfortable jeans that have been shredded prior to purchase.(I'm looking at you Abercrombie)<br /><br />Todays randomness is brought to you by Skinny Jeans ass pickin' the word usufruct • \YOO-zuh-frukt\ • noun *1 : the legal right of using and enjoying the fruits or profits of something belonging to another 2 : the right to use or enjoy something, and the number (<) the cost of a jelly donut.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-24658679865025843812009-07-23T19:49:00.009-04:002009-08-04T22:13:51.602-04:00Sunday Rivaah (Part 1, 2, 3 & 4)And so, the adventure began.....<br /><br />It was just about 2am Friday July 17th when I was able to leave work and hit the road for the Sunday River Golf Trip. It began well, my Jeep started and I was on the road...in fog that allowed for about 20ft of visibility. Barring all the headaches of driving to Boston in the middle of the night, in pea soup fog, with white knuckled terror... I made good time. As per the rules when driving to Z's place in Waltham I stopped at Funkin' Gonuts and ordered some donut holes. This isn't an odd order seeing as how they have trays of the little bastards sitting for the customers to see. Apparently ordering donut holes at Dunkin Donuts is like ordering a large coffee at Starbucks. Apu behind the counter did his best deer in headlights impression. I tried by best using a pidgin form of American Standard Sign Language to let him know what I was ordering, wait for it, wait for it.... nope no dice. Before I decided that 6am after a white knuckle drive was a good time to get heated and bitter I just said "give me 6 donuts and mix'em up". done and done...then on my wauy out I looked at the menu and thought huh... munchkins (effin Wizard of Oz Bullshiite). <br /><br />I let myself into Z's place and hit the spare room for some snoozers. Around noon I was up and showered and we prepped for the trip, water, keys, smokes: damn it.. outta smokes we'll stop on the way. We hit the road. When we arrived at the smoke shop I pinched my dome in the car door on the way out...how? damned if I know but I pinched my head just the same. This is going to be an awesome trip, smashed melon and no donut holes?!<br /><br /><br />After getting on the highway, we quickly realized that stop and go traffic is not cool. Willem and Pinto were shooting a practice round and we were still 2 1/2hrs from our rendezvous. The trip did go quickly with the great tunes and catching up with the Big Bro, we even passed the Superstar Billy Grahm on a Harley. (now if you don't know who he is either, A. you're really young and shouldn't be reading this blog due to some questionable content, B. you didn't grow up in the 80's hay day of WWF watching goodness or, C. YOU'RE NOT AMERICAN, turn in your card and get out!). I found on the trip that the iPhone is a really neat piece of technology. I'll never buy one, but that's beside the point... GPS helps. We ran into some major construction listening to Five Finger Death Punch, got off the highway, blew through some reds and made it to Willem's place in one piece.<br /><br />Once at Willem's we loaded the monster truck and hit it for ME. Great tunes, moose sightings, backwoods drivin, and oh yeah Absinthe wrapped in Bacon. Mmmm Bacon, bacon bacon...BAAaaaaaacon!!!! <br /><br />After great deliberation and more talk of bacon we all thought hunger needed to be sated so in Conway or N.Conway we tried to narrow down the choices for a place to eat. Mexican?, Pub food?, F-ck Applebees, lets eat at the first place that has a giant Angus bull on the sign, lucky for us it was right there on the way. A family restaurant, bonus. We were immediately shuffled to their upstairs dining area overlooking dead trees, a Cemetery and the main drag. The ambiance was amazing, crooked pictures on the wall, "family" all around us. We ordered drinks from (we'll call her Sara McTellusAgain) and dropped some random F-bombs. Sara informed us that she would be right back to take our order, get our drinks, go downstairs and be right back...and she did, then she told us she'd take our orders, get us more drinks and go down stairs to get the food, bring the food back to us, ask us how our meal was.(we didn't have a meal yet, she was just letting us know the order of her thought process) Repeat an unnecessary number of times while we were dodging flying kids platters, screaming babies and Sara's inability to not think out loud. I'll have another beer thankyou. The food was really good though.<br /><br />Kick IT! Back on the road, picked up cheap beer for late night after the brew pub... stopped to whiz on Mt. Washington. We were there in no time.<br /><br />Rally Car racers? we don't need no stinkin Rally Car racers. Nice flame retardant suit ass clown. We checked-in and were off to the Brew Pub.(Stoo the brew master kinda shoot his head when we walked in, we horrified them last year, this year, and will again undoubtedly next year).<br /><br />On to the horrification....(to be continued)<br />_________________________________________________________________<br />PArt 2.<br /><br /> The horrification wasn't immediately apparent when we got to the Sunday River Brew Pub. The place was jam packed with racers and the egos that tagged along for the ride. I would have a big head too if I could drive; my suped upChevy Nova with the duo over cam underhook deer slayer engine sans the two handed reverse threaded flywheel wing-nut: on a logging trail at 70mph. I'm just sayin'. So, Pinto and Willem ordered pints from the get go, Z and I ordered the sampler (it came all prissy like on the end of a ski, with hollowed out grooves for the baby glasses, go figure => ski resort). Any way. There were 6 selections. They seemed for the most part to get darker as they progressed toward the end of the ski and I'm not going to lie... the taste got exponentially better in that direction as well. I don't remember the names so I'll just describe the tastes as they went.<br />1.) Used Hockey bag smell with jockstrap. I don't lick jockstrap but this would be how I imagine it tasting. [Pinto HAHAHAHAHA Ordered a pint of this swill, more about that later, effin trooper that guy is, effin trooper]<br />2.) Feet and corn chips with a hint of vomit. Think the soggy rug of a fraternity house and there you have it<br />3.) Bearable, but hinting at something you can't find in the refrigerator that you know has definitely spoiled. Fungi MIA<br />4.)..... no reason to go on from here to number 6. They were good, but nothing super memorable. Worth another pint, and another and another.<br /><br />~Aside~<br />Apparently in small town USA, when patrons go to a pub, and sit down...some f*cktard named Jesse tries to monopolize tips from the bartender by pretending to be your server. Bad news bruther, no tip for you. It's not that I don't tip (<=insert lines from resevoir dogs here.) It's that you're really obnoxious and terrible beyond belief at your supposed "job". Send over the cute one, and go away. Example: A standard pitcher takes lets say 2min to fill, we were sitting 10ft from the bar, throw in 30sec of order time it shouldn't take 35min for a pitcher to make it round trip back to the table. I'M JUST SAYIN, F*CKTARD.<br /><br />So after we tasted Stoo's Brews we got a pitcher, Pinto ordered a pint of domestic draft, I think the first beer melted something in his brain, or maybe his pancreas.He choked it down though... air high five for effort Pintos & Cheese. In any event. We had beer, I was wearing the party in a vest, containing a deck of cards, dice, shot glass, quarters, survival tool, duct tape and band-aides. We were good to go. Some number of pitchers later.... um yeah about 7 maybe more ?! the place had cleared out. We closed the place down in similar fashion last year. Owing to the fact that Stoo was gracious enough to do a Carbomb last year with our drunken asses, Passing the bar one of us had the bright idea to order carbombs. <br /><br />*clink* CarBomb.........(Fade to black)<br /><br />At this point I guess there was some wrestling, throwing of punches, overall stupidity and consumption of the cheap beer we purchased on the way up. Damned if I know, I basically had a car bomb and then woke up for breakfast thinking Why does my entire body feel like it's been hit by a train??? As Pinto howls like a speeding locomotive down the hall.<br /><br />__________________________________________________________________________<br />Part 3.<br /><br />After a thorough ass kicking at the hands of Pinto the Steam Locomotive we were off to sleep. A quick yet lagging wake up in the morning would have us at the Golf Course. We lagged, and lagged and lagged some more before heading to the breakfast thing.[for the second year in a row nobody had to step on my head to get me up and moving... not to shabby for a person that on average wakes up 6hrs after the itme I needed to get going] Last year we had vouchers for a breakfast sammich and morning drinks in a quaint little nook of the hotel complex. This year they changed that to a breakfast bar. Full spread, pancakes, breakfast burritos, eggs, an ommlette station, and (as per our ranting on the night previous....BACON) Bacon, and more bacon, just enough in the tray to hold down two separate sets of tongs and barely enough to fill my plate. I grabbed a burrito, sausage, scrambled eggs and piled the bacon over the lot. One could have said it may be too much bacon.... if anyone had uttered those words: I'd take my friend card back. SO, it was earlier than I wake up on a regular basis, I had 8lbs of bacon, 3cups of coffee and we were late for our tee time (factoring in the drive to the course proper.) <br /><br />We made good time to the course, another couple of people were early for their tee time and we switched. The weather was a bit muggy, overcast, and damp. Let's Do This!<br /><br />The first hole was difficult, I sucked, hit the ball a million times and got my first sandal full of festering bog water. Can't really say there was another direction to go at that point... things were looking up. <br /><br />We all played fairly well throughout the day, some better than others and I think we all had that one shot that makes you want to play more even though the golf gods were kicking you in the testicles all day. At one point on a down hill par three, we noticed a fox running around the fairway. (Nocturnal animal in the day time isn't ever a good thing. But luck would have it that this particular fox was drinking coffee, I saw him carrying the cup around.) He even pooped in it and left it in the middle of the fairway. This particular hole sticks out in my mind not only because there was a coffee cup with fox shit in it, but it was down hill shot from the tee, like 500ft of elevation, steep angular fairway that a boulder could have rolled down. Boulder yes, water not so much. After I shanked my tee shot and bushwacked to find my ball, I had a great lie for my approach, the ball was sitting on a burm of grass surrounded by foul smelling stagnant muddy water. I wasn't hidden by trees, bunkers or any other hazards so I was definitely going to take a whack at this one. Judging by the depth of the mud, the funk that was up to my ankles, and the angle of my Pitching Wedge I decided to strip down. If you've ever tried to hit a ball from a situation like this you know that you're going to need a towel, steam cleaner and and a winch to get yourself out. I'm glad that the cloud cover didn't break because I would have flagged down the nearest plane with the reflection off my body. Half naked no practice swing, I gripped the club and screamed like William Wallace closed my eyes and let it rip... I picked the ball cleanly off the burm and wasn't any worse for the wear. I lucked out, I thought I would be eating some of the mud.<br /><br />The front nine was a great time, my only complaint would be the encroachment from people playing behind us, I don't golf well.. but I'm relatively efficient and hate to be hurried. We let a 4some play through after they were riding our asses for 3holes and wouldn't you know it, they slowed right the fuck down and played aweful while we were waiting behind them. Such is life I guess.<br /><br />At the turn we headed to the clubhouse and you other monkeys got something to eat. I dined on liquid bread, and figured it couldn't possibly hurt my game at all. I was right in the long run.<br /><br />The 10th Tee is monsterous, there's a gully/ravine/gorge that you have to clear to even get to the fairway. I've never been good when there is open air between me and a bit of grass 150yrds away. Mr. Shanky bit down hard on my tee shot and after clearing the "expansive nothing" hooked back to the right on itself and did it's best suicide jumper impression, without hesitation. That was the start to the rest of the round for me. (I could give a play by play per hole, but it would be impossible to keep my facts straight, like that one time Pinto went off into the woods to take a leak and a sasquatch bounded out of the woods carrying a shaved woodchuck).<br /><br />The sun had been out earlier in the day and in the afternoon it was hot, we finished up the day tired, thirsty, sunburned, thirsty, and ready to hit the pool/hottub and or shower, maybe all three. We discussed bacon on the way back to the hotel.<br /><br />Hot tub....Pool.... Showered, and hungry.(To be continued.....)<br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br />Part 4.<br /><br />After much debating and an overall lack of options we decided to head to the brew pub; once again, to snag a bite to eat. The place had a decidedly different crowd from the gearheads that were there the previous night. In fact, the majority of the patrons were a good 10yrs from a learners permit. The bar was relatively empty and they had a special running...20oz beers with dinner. It may not have been written on the menu or special board, but that was the special we were interested in and god damn it, it was what we were going to have. We mugged up some more of Stoo's Brews with Megan behind the bar and looked at the menus. Mind you I hadn't eaten since the plate of bacon at breakfast so I wanted it all. (I have a difficult time when not famished ordering from a menu with more than 1 page). A platter of pulled pork nachos was definitely ordered with a few burgers and stuff. I finished my 3rd pint and decided on the fish & chips. Why the hell not. Willem Pinto and Z had all but finished their meals when the fish & chips were cool enough to actually eat. There should have been a radiation warning with my plastic basket of breaded whitefish a la the sun. After the 5th pint and a blistered mouth we were ready to plan out the next bit of the evening. <br /><br />Stay or not stay at the pub? They had a little game room area and Willem decided a roll of quarters and a few more beers were what the doctor ordered. While He and Pinto were getting ready to hit the machines, Megan's friend cozied up to the bar a few stools down and Z and I mopped up drool off the bar for a couple of minutes. Cute, tats, smoker, drinking an ice cold beer..... (fades out for a sec...ok I'm back) Willem and Pinto had returned in a less than pleasent mood. Apparently some of the younger Pub goers and their parents had parted ways and pool cues were buzzing the towers. "Here's some quarters Mommy and Daddy need some alone time in public, go horrify those people over there and throw fits" <=Done. Before anyone got more bitter we decided that maybe a night of poker or some other card game would be fitting for a early night. We had to leave in the AM and it only made sense.....so (I ordered Jager Shots) When the shots hit the bar, some asshat asked if we should do Jagerbombs ..out came the larger glasses and red-bull. Bombs away. I never was really in tune with the Jagerbomb, JaggyB and I really had never crossed paths too often. That shit tastes like Pez Candy. I dig Pez Candy. Willem on the other hand was driving and was being responsible, no bomb. <br /><br />Jagerbombs down we left, found a gas station, replenished the cheap shitty beer and headed back toward the Hotel. (1 minute away from the Brew Pub, uh, those jagerbombs were pretty good) (30sec out... yeah they were) (10seconds out...??JagerBomb??) "JAGERBOMB", the truck steams back into the Pub parking lot we exit the vehicle unceremoniously, help a biker chick pick up her helmet that she had just dropped, bound up the steps blast through the frontdoor and Scream "JAAaaaaaaaGER BOOOOoooMB" Megan behind the bar [I shit you not... deer in headlights, until shaking her head she turned to the Jager Machine]. There were a few more people in the place, and we were a bit louder than when we had left the first time. It's Amazing what 10minutes can do for the liver. People were staring wondering who brought the drunk kid. We did, but it's OK Timmy We can forgive you. (no really, hahhahahah) "JAGERBOMB!!!!!!!" KaBLAaaam, we bound back out the door and unceremoniously get back into the truck, steam out of the parking lot toward the hotel, gut laughing the whole time.<br /><br />The rest of the night was an exercise in sleep depervation and alcohol consumption. A wedding party had descended on the hotel and people were being rowdy. We passed Poker did not collect $200 and went straight to Asshole. Get 4 ridiculous Fraternity brothers on vacation, pump them full of a few Jagerbombs, give them a coolerful cheap beer, and just imagine how; dirty, underhanded, and downright evil this game of asshole was, multiply by 2 and add 10 for good measure. It was a fun game! after a good many hours of asshole nonsense the other three mutts hit the rack. I was up, wandering the hotel, hanging out with the wedding folks still up that late in the morning, throwing beers at people on the floors above and below us, and generally just doing what I do at 3am....I was awake. Just about the time I went to sleep it was breakfast time, and also time to get moving. K&J had to be in Boston, Timmy had to get home, I had to work in 8hrs - 8hrs away, and Willem had to take Pinto to the airport. <br /><br />We packed, hit the road, and were off. I slept on the ride back, woke to transfer bags and clubs to Z's ride, K&J piled in, W&P shot off for the airport, and we were off again toward Boston. I slept a bit more.... I'm definitely no fun before noon or even 2pm. After a brief layover at Z's Place and a much needed shower I was on the road toward Albany. I was late for work, and I dozed most of my shift. <br /><br />I don't know about the other guys, but I'll tell you what...."I'm not as young as I used to be, it takes a good 48hrs to fully recover from that.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-90463327717436422112009-07-15T18:58:00.002-04:002009-07-15T19:11:35.942-04:002weeks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bagCIMFX9aw0nsvR5EwZy2arFY7034f0UjuDVEJ6ELg7AqL5CsgaqXYkqyXLOWUR8cYF6Oatn9adnsVDL18-BCpg1cSyPSsA_r5Yk7EGHJ9oA6MVw6Nxqm-k7Wl2vsPsRfAGIVA2vWk/s1600-h/SRgolf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bagCIMFX9aw0nsvR5EwZy2arFY7034f0UjuDVEJ6ELg7AqL5CsgaqXYkqyXLOWUR8cYF6Oatn9adnsVDL18-BCpg1cSyPSsA_r5Yk7EGHJ9oA6MVw6Nxqm-k7Wl2vsPsRfAGIVA2vWk/s400/SRgolf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358828137579696306" /></a><br />The last two weeks have flown by and not much has changed with the life of our hero Shagz Von StillMovinShiite. The Digs are coming along and sooner rather than later I would like to have all the extra stuff sorted and distributed to various thrift stores and charities. I've come to the realization that I'll not be needing all those ties and dress pants anytime in the near future. I actually found clothing that has never been worn, and will be getting rid of that as well in favor of the clothing I've broken in over than last 8 or so years. At least until those articles fall apart. <br /><br />The grill is my next big investment for the new place. I found a great deal and would like to see if I can swing the extra burners or if I just go with a standard gas grill. Something tells me that at least one burner is mandatory.<br /><br />I also get to look forward to a weekend in ME with Z,Pinto and Willby. We're headed back to Sunday River to swing the sticks chasing the small ball. I'm hoping the DEET keeps the ticks off as I know that I'll be spending a fair amount of time in the jungle. It happens, and I'm not going to pay for lessons to correct my problems when a lesson costs the same as a round of golf itself. I'll work it all out on my own or play to my disadvantages. At least Mr. Shanky hasn't come out to play yet this year. (It may this time around, I gotta let the big dog eat once in awhile).Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773047132640814998.post-57510615024792945872009-07-01T17:03:00.004-04:002009-07-01T17:10:10.701-04:00MOve it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzy0kWT6_8Dww3O6LEFomR9jmL1Po6R3Gfb6-eQTID3KJA0vBlhUKBo0Q5CtvDuY-S6_bweeOvn7-2ng9w28qf8G-3dJEcDrvf5Np7-joaq-uYtTr3H9_lmIUefTThRozExQBjL2ZDx0/s1600-h/livingroom-stairs.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzy0kWT6_8Dww3O6LEFomR9jmL1Po6R3Gfb6-eQTID3KJA0vBlhUKBo0Q5CtvDuY-S6_bweeOvn7-2ng9w28qf8G-3dJEcDrvf5Np7-joaq-uYtTr3H9_lmIUefTThRozExQBjL2ZDx0/s400/livingroom-stairs.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600675109547698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjcEDoMRJcNSNH8fcwiu-YAwadikNYUNA94m2DasOrAZZ2g1YD31FbK8XLROv00ProMKpRvMdP4giUBfedqEvwnsjtvAtkQpNSHq5Q3x84piabetV-WUrjSDUiEwwb3lh2x8VZu6fYlA/s1600-h/livingroom-kitchen.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjcEDoMRJcNSNH8fcwiu-YAwadikNYUNA94m2DasOrAZZ2g1YD31FbK8XLROv00ProMKpRvMdP4giUBfedqEvwnsjtvAtkQpNSHq5Q3x84piabetV-WUrjSDUiEwwb3lh2x8VZu6fYlA/s400/livingroom-kitchen.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600552845646322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKv56nqJmMDgA6_alfctpHbYNvM8r9WI9Zy-1DWMEFee_caZ40IE0GpmWYz0E3ekSwRS30Kja5y75p5XzmEDd_7ZUcrebfP5Q5bDaMaRJP4z7klKp3EeG-9hbP5O2Q8-giA8jXUGtebU/s1600-h/Livingroom-down.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKv56nqJmMDgA6_alfctpHbYNvM8r9WI9Zy-1DWMEFee_caZ40IE0GpmWYz0E3ekSwRS30Kja5y75p5XzmEDd_7ZUcrebfP5Q5bDaMaRJP4z7klKp3EeG-9hbP5O2Q8-giA8jXUGtebU/s400/Livingroom-down.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600546721782018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ANI2n83jCRdA6Bur8joDfVLPD9ELU-LE0f3YwvFfJSje1pvQHFw9XAqVa-ruitbzoLPxTupNxmxaRUvfBFKrHnrtPACLfDXUxMbweMe3E5Q1iKyMlPzpWDhfMOWySXECU_FYoLOLoHs/s1600-h/kitchen-island.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ANI2n83jCRdA6Bur8joDfVLPD9ELU-LE0f3YwvFfJSje1pvQHFw9XAqVa-ruitbzoLPxTupNxmxaRUvfBFKrHnrtPACLfDXUxMbweMe3E5Q1iKyMlPzpWDhfMOWySXECU_FYoLOLoHs/s400/kitchen-island.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600547621725602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-bMNT5oASOmCf4EIB1gyur21g6J0dtdcU4AIp2Q-MiCc3AHPVwh9hXJmhmZMWX6iNHv3Ajg7ahDhksq1Z3lsAGcBfdiTXXpHPX2qUurKbhm6dlmQGNm4mqo2d2RxCroyMWVhPYzmKUM/s1600-h/garage.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-bMNT5oASOmCf4EIB1gyur21g6J0dtdcU4AIp2Q-MiCc3AHPVwh9hXJmhmZMWX6iNHv3Ajg7ahDhksq1Z3lsAGcBfdiTXXpHPX2qUurKbhm6dlmQGNm4mqo2d2RxCroyMWVhPYzmKUM/s400/garage.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600545781592066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CEDKH2wE6l8aiSvVPvOTUizb75KgQLzSuf_OqB8KGK_stcOIfemYD33FxtpPIl9fJRlcoPPjl2rKZe5wEQNxCYyVPJR_2bdSEg5UXDGXFicgI5i-8mTw450ALZFVFjE1JIvb1wKlAd4/s1600-h/backyard.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CEDKH2wE6l8aiSvVPvOTUizb75KgQLzSuf_OqB8KGK_stcOIfemYD33FxtpPIl9fJRlcoPPjl2rKZe5wEQNxCYyVPJR_2bdSEg5UXDGXFicgI5i-8mTw450ALZFVFjE1JIvb1wKlAd4/s400/backyard.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600540504052386" /></a><br /><br />Minus the three bedrooms and the two bathrooms....this is the new whip. All that needs to be done is the bar, grill, and the insertion of pong table in the garage.<br /><br />I can't wait to rip the kitchen into shape and get to making stellar eats.Shaggy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550350607686420288noreply@blogger.com2