Log Homes and other Baloney

You know...as much as I enjoy cutting my dad's grass with our new mower...there's something in a guy that hopes for some of his own grass to cut sometime, even if he has to do it with a pair of rusty scissors. Hence, knucklepuck or not, I purchased a log home.

My favorite room...

To be fair...this ole baby needs some work. The next month and a half smells like a lot of evening remodeling work. Right now I'm trying to convince the local wild game community that this place IS meant for humans. Just today, a sizable coon crawled up on the deck and promptly gave up the ghost.

But the real reason I'm even blogging about this is because I need your help. By this fall (mid sept) I would like to start renting this place out on weekends etc.. I really, really, REALLY want you, your friends, AND your enemies to come stay here. When you come into your kingdom don't forget me...just send me an e-mail.

If it makes any difference, this cabin has three bathrooms and will initially sleep 6-8. I hope to increase the sleeping capacity to about 12. There is also a stream behind the cabin and 40 acres of forrest.

On another note, here is another "project" we have going right now. Fortunately we get paid for this baloney....:)

He's a young thing and cannot leave his mother

I never realized how helpless I must look...apparently I have that incompetent, 25 year old, single guy look that screams, "I need to be mothered!"

My brothers and I are building a lake house for a doctor right now. The other day three of my brothers and I decided to hook Ryan's boat up and go fishing before work. Any real fisherman/fisherwoman knows that all early morning fishing needs to be kick started with coffee, so we made a quick Sheetz stop just before putting into the lake.

I was groggily making a cup of coffee and preparing to buy it when one of the ladies that works at Sheetz came up to me and asked if I would be offended if she did something for me. She said she had been watching me and my collar was bothering her, so she kindly fixed my collar and stuck my sweat shirt tag back down inside where it belongs. She even offered to go get a pair of scissors and cut the tag off.

I'm telling you ladies and gentlemen, that's real service. I even have the Sheetz ladies looking out for me....

Seven Year Old Camel Manure

Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday deeeeeeeeear YOUTUBE...

Shiver me timbers folks...youtube is 7 years old today!

We live in a unique era...I hear preachers say over and over that young people have never had so much opportunity. I finally figured out what they're talking about.  You can walk up to a group of skinnies these days and say, "Have you seen the one where the dog couldn't get his leg back down after..." They will laugh knowingly and be reminded of the one where a kid with pasty white skin fails to break a cement block with his head.

...and to think that our preachers are concerned about our young men talking too much sports after church...now my timbers are really shivering. Shoot...I'll even take the Dodge vs Ford conversation back.

Though we've been wounded, we've survived the Romantic Era, Age of Reason, and Bill Gothard:) Yes...we have a resilient track record, but I'm not sure we can survive an era characterized my meaningless camel manure. The ironic thing is...we might be worse off than a dog with a permanently raised hind leg....

With these thoughts in mind, I share with you a youtube video that a co-teacher recently shared with me. If you've already seen this...you just might have been eating camel manure for the last 7 years....