Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Still pooped, but gettin' used to it.

Still haven't had time to work on pictures. Maybe this weekend. Still mostly checkin' emails and posting from the library here in San Saba. My own computer has lost sound. Not sure what that's all about, but I don't have time to mess with it anyway.

I'll be driving back out here again Friday and stayin' late. I have to make up for the week we lost due to the lock down, so Denise will be drivin' over to Temple to take Mom out to eat and I'll connect with her after I get out of here.

We're goin' to a wedding Saturday. A friend of Denise from work is having a small, quiet thing. I'll be escorting the little woman, and drinking heavily at the reception.

And then maybe I'll go to a gun show in Austin Sunday. Still up in the air. I'm goin' to a big show the weekend after Thanksgiving so I don't feel the need to drive down to Austin for this one, unless someone else wants to go. I have a few friends who want me to help them pick out a new Kalashnikov, now that the current unpleasantness has descended on us. We'll see what happens.

Now, here's a few funny things from the new gig:

I'm handing out paper to one class one day when I notice that the Perp in the desk at the front of the last row has an issue with his finger. The tip of his index finger, down to the first knuckle, is stained with a brown substance, with a few flecks of the same darker brown substance encrusted around the finger nail.

Nope, it wasn't chocolate!

I know. NASTY! Well, I can't say that I haven't scratched myself a bit too thoroughly once or twice in my life and come up with a present, but WASH YOUR HANDS AFTER, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!

Also, I've noticed ever since starting to work there that the guards who pat down the Perps and check their books and papers as they leave class are wearing rubber gloves.

I have to hand out pencils to all the kiddies before each class and take them up again at the end of class. So where the fuck are my rubber gloves? I'm just sayin'.

Gas in Lampasas is now down to $1.83 a gallon! I'll fill up on the way home tonight (on the way to the pool hall I should say), and it'll take less than $30! Sweet! I've found I'm Burnin about a third of a tank for a round trip... From home to Florence, Florence to San Saba, and then San Saba to home again. Thank God for the gas money they're payin' us!

Finally, I've been getting some great fortunes in my fortune cookies lately. Thought I'd share. You remember what you add to the end of the message? I'll highlight it. Enjoy.

"The man who has no imagination has no wings, in the sack!"

"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted, in the sack!"

And finally, "The really great man is the man who makes everyone feel great, in the sack!"

I can attest to all of that. Can you? Anyway, that's it folks! I wanna wish a happy belated Veterans Day to all my buddies out there. You know who you are. Consider yourselves hugged, picked up and shook around. Mushy'll tell ya what it's like. I love you all. Cheers!

9 comments:

Suldog said...

Buy the gloves!

BRUNO said...

Yes, PLEASE buy some gloves---for OUR sake!!! I dunno, dude---the pay-scale couldn't be made high-enough to make it worth the risk, for me!

And don't hug ME right now---I'd turn into somethin' like that burrito you had for lunch yesterday!

But I can still shake hands---and ya' won't even need a glove...!!!

pat houseworth said...

Even you youngins' get wore out, ey?

~Fathairybastard~ said...

I'm thinkin' about the gloves, and the gas is now down to $1.81!

~Fathairybastard~ said...

And I measured my milage today. It's a 150 mile round trip, from home to Florence, Florence to San Saba, and then home again. About a third of a tank of gas.

Jerry said...

Change of routine is (almost) always good. Enjoy your road time. Books on audio?

~Fathairybastard~ said...

Jerry - Naaa, just smokin' good cigars and blarin' good tunes from the stereo. CDs I make for myself on the PC. Makes the time fly by.

Mushy said...

Beware of the snare...first they get you to go to weddings, then they get you to go to your own!

Move! Think of the money you'll save over the next 15 years!

~Fathairybastard~ said...

Mushy - Yea, but I'm not worried about that. Hell, we talk about gettin' a house together all the time.

And on the gas, the thing is, while I'm still teachin' in Florence in the morning it just doesn't make sense to move closer to San Saba. In a year or so, then it'll make sense. I'll do it eventually.

I think I'd like it here. There isn't shit to do but drink, fish, hunt and shoot guns, but what the hell else is there worth doin' anyway?

I'd just have to make regular trips to Temple to see mom and eat Chinese food. Maybe I'll wait to move till after she goes.