Boyle captured second place. I’m sorry about that. I’m also disappointed she sang the same song on her last chance as the first.
Still, what a voice.
NASCAR: What went on there yesterday? Flat tires and shredded sheet metal everywhere. Good finish though. I got involved in a poker tournament during the race and lost track of the world. I’m very happy I finished the lawn work before tuning out.
Pokerworks Family 8 Game is still on for 2100 hours, Sever Time, Poker Stars, $5.50, 31 May 09, Password: donkeys. I was thinking the game would be scrubbed because most would be collecting stories and spewing verbiage because of the WSOP.
I was wrong; Game on.
Speaking of poker: Tony G. is out of the 40K tournament for 100 plus K. Not a bad payday. The Tony G. blog indicated that he and another still have an auction going on for percentages for backing in various events for the two during the remainder of the tournament.
You’ll need to find the Tony G. blog on your own, though you might start with the links in Pokerworks Table Tango and go from there.
In the Bullet Proof category.
I cut up the barbed wire I removed from that north fence. I minced it into three foot lengths and bundled it all neat and tidy. I did that to keep the guys at the land fill from taking my, and the Lords, name in vain. Long strands of wire running loose at the land fill tangle in the tracks of the dozers and make life very miserable for those workers – rather like my bush hog business.
Anyway, I threw the bundles into the tractor bucket and grumped my way up the street to the city dumpsters. Up near the City Offices they have those very big containers.
It dawned on me, as I was going, there were a zillion kids on bikes out and it finally came through school was out. Should have known, haying has started. Whatever, when I got to the dumpster there was one of those growing little people playing in the far end of the dumpster. Fellow was dressed in cut off jeans and a T-Shirt and bare foot.
I pull up to bucket distance, raised that bucket of bundled barbed wire high enough to tip the bucket and look down to set the brakes, while tipping the bucket forward to drop the load into the dumpster. The problem with a bucket is one cannot see beyond the bucket when tipping, the height level is perfect to block the sight path beyond the bucket. You operate by the relative position of the bucket bottom and the receptacle.
I heard the load shift and looked up - to see that kid had walked across the top of the trash in the dumpster and was now pulling the bundles of barbed wire toward himself, helping me unload.
I flipping near had a heart attack. Other than no gloves, no protection of any sort, the little monster had no escape route standing as he was on top of that unsteady pile of trash.
I ended the project thanking the kid. I refrained from chewing his butt, commenting on his intelligence, or even telling him bad things lurked in trash bins.
Sign of the times, I suppose. Used to be, when I was a kid, I liked to find real old abandoned houses, not dumpsters.
It was the smell, I think. They both smell bad, but the houses not quite that bad.
From the reaches,