Thursday, March 26, 2009
day 2
made disney #1 mistake this morning for high crowd levels. we got a late start. it's 9:15 and there is a 50 minute wait for RR coaster. we already have a fast pass for the towere. hopefully tomorrow won't be a complete bust. this might be an early back to the room day. the park is opened until 10 so we've got some time yet.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Last day recap
Allin all we had a great day. The only ride we didn't make it on was Peter Pan. When the wait is longer than the movie, this is a good sign to skip it. We headed in around 8 which was nice instead off the mad dash at 9. Made it back to the room and eventually made it to the pool to swim in a nice heated pool while watching Bolt projected on a big screen. What more could you want? Well dinner would have been nice. So we made our way down to the all night cafateria and got a good dinner to sleep on. Ah, vacation.
Awesome room!
off and up out
7:15 and we are on the plane ready to head to MCO and it appears we are surronded by the 7 dwarfs. There are kids everywhere on this flights babies too. The thought, kids going to Orlando. Didn't take long for a Brittton family vote to move back a few rows. Hopefully all will be well.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
After
Now if I can just find the channel up button.... :-)
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Here is a pic of me hanging out by the fire after everthing is packed up and we are burning the remaining firewood.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
A wedding weekend
We went back to good ol' WV this weekend to a friend's wedding. The wedding was very nice. No major issues or even minor ones for that matter. The reception was just down the hall and we had prearranged seating which put me and Mandy with some of my high school friends. Personally I had a blast. I hadn't sat and talked with this group in 2 years or better since our reunion so I had a ton of fun. That was pretty much where the fun ended.
First let me set this up by referring you to some of my other posts. Please feel free to read the weekend at Darlington and how that went and then just any other story I may tell you in passing on any given day. This is where I come to this conclusion. I'm an asshole magnet. I honestly feel like Lord Helmet in Space Balls, "How many assholes we got on this ship anyway? I knew, I'm surrounded by assholes!" We stayed at a hotel for the weekend to save trying to drive all over creation and catch up with everybody. Just in and out of town, short and sweet. No feelings hurt and we could be back before it got dark. So Friday night the noise started above us with what sounded like an Olympic runner doing laps in the room above us. I gave them 30 mins, trying to be a sport, then called the front desk. Security came to my door to confirm I called. Yea, thanks Barny, make me scramble to put some pants on and do the squinty thing while I answer to the door to confirm your phone lines aren't magically crossed and I really did call from this room. None the less he checked then went upstairs and asked them to quieten down. They did, after another 30 mins.
So we woke up, all is well, we went on about our day, came back to the hotel after the wedding at midnight and tried to settle in. The new neighbors beside us were wide open. First I thought, well, maybe they are with the wedding party since a lot of them stayed there too but I had enough evidence to know they weren't. So again, being the good sport I gave them 30 more minutes. This was around 1:30. Called security and reminded them, don't knock on my door. Waited 7 minutes, called the front desk again and asked them what about this don't you understand. Shortly there after with a watchful eye on the peephole they were there. Much like Earnest T. Bass on Andy Griffith at Mrs. Wiley's dance mixer, "didn't take". So I gave them another 15 or 20 minutes and called the front desk again and told them post the guys by the door, call the cops, something. It's 2:30 by now. I also explained they'd better be ready to cough up some cash the next morning because the hotel was built like a piece of Swiss cheese. You could hear everything. So finally I fell out around 3 am and all was quite. We got $25 back at checkout so for their efforts I have them a 'B'.
Any more, before I get into any kind of fit of mild rage I ask myself, is it just me? Am I really this easy to set off? Am I just looking for something to be pissed off about all the time? Sometimes it is just me and I bite my tongue and just gripe about it to somebody else later on for a good story. But dag gone, what gives. Who wants to party at a hotel in Beckley at 2am in March. I lived in WV for 22 years and don't remember any crazy stories of Beckley hotel parties. So this goes back to my first statement. I'm an asshole magnet. I attract the rudest, stupidest, brainless, $hitless, worthless people you can find. I just don't know what it is. It's not that red headed people are mad all the time, it's just we seem to draw out the morons of the world. I'm debating on just staying home from now on. But we can't let them win.
So, "keep firing assholes!".
First let me set this up by referring you to some of my other posts. Please feel free to read the weekend at Darlington and how that went and then just any other story I may tell you in passing on any given day. This is where I come to this conclusion. I'm an asshole magnet. I honestly feel like Lord Helmet in Space Balls, "How many assholes we got on this ship anyway? I knew, I'm surrounded by assholes!" We stayed at a hotel for the weekend to save trying to drive all over creation and catch up with everybody. Just in and out of town, short and sweet. No feelings hurt and we could be back before it got dark. So Friday night the noise started above us with what sounded like an Olympic runner doing laps in the room above us. I gave them 30 mins, trying to be a sport, then called the front desk. Security came to my door to confirm I called. Yea, thanks Barny, make me scramble to put some pants on and do the squinty thing while I answer to the door to confirm your phone lines aren't magically crossed and I really did call from this room. None the less he checked then went upstairs and asked them to quieten down. They did, after another 30 mins.
So we woke up, all is well, we went on about our day, came back to the hotel after the wedding at midnight and tried to settle in. The new neighbors beside us were wide open. First I thought, well, maybe they are with the wedding party since a lot of them stayed there too but I had enough evidence to know they weren't. So again, being the good sport I gave them 30 more minutes. This was around 1:30. Called security and reminded them, don't knock on my door. Waited 7 minutes, called the front desk again and asked them what about this don't you understand. Shortly there after with a watchful eye on the peephole they were there. Much like Earnest T. Bass on Andy Griffith at Mrs. Wiley's dance mixer, "didn't take". So I gave them another 15 or 20 minutes and called the front desk again and told them post the guys by the door, call the cops, something. It's 2:30 by now. I also explained they'd better be ready to cough up some cash the next morning because the hotel was built like a piece of Swiss cheese. You could hear everything. So finally I fell out around 3 am and all was quite. We got $25 back at checkout so for their efforts I have them a 'B'.
Any more, before I get into any kind of fit of mild rage I ask myself, is it just me? Am I really this easy to set off? Am I just looking for something to be pissed off about all the time? Sometimes it is just me and I bite my tongue and just gripe about it to somebody else later on for a good story. But dag gone, what gives. Who wants to party at a hotel in Beckley at 2am in March. I lived in WV for 22 years and don't remember any crazy stories of Beckley hotel parties. So this goes back to my first statement. I'm an asshole magnet. I attract the rudest, stupidest, brainless, $hitless, worthless people you can find. I just don't know what it is. It's not that red headed people are mad all the time, it's just we seem to draw out the morons of the world. I'm debating on just staying home from now on. But we can't let them win.
So, "keep firing assholes!".
Friday, March 13, 2009
Macado's
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Valentine's Day
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
She's finally on the road!
I made her pack up and hit the road and told her I was tired of her crap....Mandy is on the road.
OK, so that's BS. I'm actually referring to the S-10. I went and got tags for it today with no big problems. I've got 10 days to get a sticker and to my knowledge it should be ready to pass. Hopefully I can get that taken care of on Saturday. We took it out on its maiden voyage to my buddy Casey's house to see him, Heather and Gillie. We got brave and didn't even use a chase/support car. I did turn around a mile from the house to check the wheels because I swore one was loose. You get a little jumpy when you've had a wheel fall off (another long story). None the less it did just fine, there and back and even drove by a cop with no problems. We even went by Little Caesars and got a $5 pizza for old time sake. Ah, the memories.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Jimmy Buffett tickets! Score - Center Section!
Like a well trained military branch we got up this morning and fired up the computers and printer planning a full on assault of LiveNation.com to buy Jimmy Buffett tickets for April. Economy be damned - I need my Buffett fix!
So it seems live nation and ticket master have split ties and no longer associate, I'm guessing they don't send Christmas cards either. My careful planning had me create a live nation account last night and log in a few times to make sure it all worked right. Good thing because frankly Live Nation is one of the most piss poor sites I've ever been on (next to my play list thing on the right).
The tickets go on sale at 10 and me and Mandy have 2 windows each already on the page waiting to refresh, on 2 computers ready to pounce because its takes precision timing of mouse clicks to get it all to mesh together. So with Disney credit card in hand we start clicking.....error. What the hell?! Error again, and again and again. Curses! We thought maybe it's because we are using google chrome web browser or selecting reserved seats. Nope, turns out Live Nation just really, really sucks. Oh sure, ticket master sucks too, don't get me wrong but at least you got the no tickets available screen or something. For 45 mins we continued the click, reload, error routine. Eventually we got through and I had some good seats, center section rear but pretty far back. After 45 mins trying to get tickets for Buffett, you take what you can get. So we proceeded hoping I could get through before something else crashed.
Now for serious concerts we have yet another plan. Take what you get so you have a fall back plan, then keep clicking like a mad man to see what else you can get. While I'm printing Mandy gets an excellent score and gets center section, down front 10 rows back! $$Cha Ching$$ We earned some more Disney points on the card. My last action will be to check a week before the show when the band and promoter release their reserved tickets back, thats how we got the 2nd row ZZ Top tickets. So now we just have to get rid of 1 set of tickets. I've got them on Craigslist and hopefully will them soon.
Stay tuned on April 24th to hear the story how some drunken loud mouth idiot spilled beer and nachos on me and I got PO'd about it and about got into a fight. Happens every time....but at least it will happen 10 rows back from Jimmy Buffett. Fins up!
So it seems live nation and ticket master have split ties and no longer associate, I'm guessing they don't send Christmas cards either. My careful planning had me create a live nation account last night and log in a few times to make sure it all worked right. Good thing because frankly Live Nation is one of the most piss poor sites I've ever been on (next to my play list thing on the right).
The tickets go on sale at 10 and me and Mandy have 2 windows each already on the page waiting to refresh, on 2 computers ready to pounce because its takes precision timing of mouse clicks to get it all to mesh together. So with Disney credit card in hand we start clicking.....error. What the hell?! Error again, and again and again. Curses! We thought maybe it's because we are using google chrome web browser or selecting reserved seats. Nope, turns out Live Nation just really, really sucks. Oh sure, ticket master sucks too, don't get me wrong but at least you got the no tickets available screen or something. For 45 mins we continued the click, reload, error routine. Eventually we got through and I had some good seats, center section rear but pretty far back. After 45 mins trying to get tickets for Buffett, you take what you can get. So we proceeded hoping I could get through before something else crashed.
Now for serious concerts we have yet another plan. Take what you get so you have a fall back plan, then keep clicking like a mad man to see what else you can get. While I'm printing Mandy gets an excellent score and gets center section, down front 10 rows back! $$Cha Ching$$ We earned some more Disney points on the card. My last action will be to check a week before the show when the band and promoter release their reserved tickets back, thats how we got the 2nd row ZZ Top tickets. So now we just have to get rid of 1 set of tickets. I've got them on Craigslist and hopefully will them soon.
Stay tuned on April 24th to hear the story how some drunken loud mouth idiot spilled beer and nachos on me and I got PO'd about it and about got into a fight. Happens every time....but at least it will happen 10 rows back from Jimmy Buffett. Fins up!
Music and more music
Just for the shear spite of not having a myspace account, because I refuse to give in the the pressure, I added a playlist to my blog just to prove it could be done. Sure it looks like crap and doesn't line up for nothing but thats OK, I got it there. So listen to some mind opening music on my playlist from the likes of Todd Snider, Jerry Jeff Walker, John Hiatt, Robert Earl Keen, John Prine and of course, Jimmy Buffett. I've heard most of these guys on Radio Margaritaville and quite frequently listen to it at work. It makes a bad do go a little better and a cold day a little warmer. So listen up to some of these crazy songs in particular "Looking for a Job", (since it seems thats what everybody is doing now) and the story and ballad of the devil's backbone tavern from Todd Snider. It's great. Probably not for the youngest audiences but it's worth the 10 minutes of listening, pretty funny. Sure beats listening to most anything on the radio today.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Polishing the wheels
Well with the break through of the headlights finally being wired up I figured I'd better get the ol' girl back into shape. So I vacuumed out the inside and put the center console back together. I'm about positive I cleaned this truck before I parked it but somehow the entire inside was just nasty. That will be an entirely different story and well get to that later. On to the wheels.
First, I'd just like to shake the man's hand that invented the Mother's Powerball and billet aluminum polish. Wow. I can't even begin to tell you the difference. I thought these wheels looked pretty good to start with but once I put the polish to them and the power ball it just cleaned them right up. I could probably put some more time into them but they'll look good enough for me. I'm not trying to sale them or win a car show just yet so they'll do.
This is the before, pretty shiny I thought.
This is the after (obviously). What a difference.
I tell you it's unbelievable. I also have a fond memory of having black polish under my finger nails and soaked into every pour so now I smell like polish. After my last set of wheels I polished by hand in my college apartment, I swore I'd never have another set of polished aluminum wheels. I couldn't pass these up and now that they look this good I'm pretty happy about buying them. I'd also like to add my wedding ring has never been brighter!
First, I'd just like to shake the man's hand that invented the Mother's Powerball and billet aluminum polish. Wow. I can't even begin to tell you the difference. I thought these wheels looked pretty good to start with but once I put the polish to them and the power ball it just cleaned them right up. I could probably put some more time into them but they'll look good enough for me. I'm not trying to sale them or win a car show just yet so they'll do.
This is the before, pretty shiny I thought.
This is the after (obviously). What a difference.
I tell you it's unbelievable. I also have a fond memory of having black polish under my finger nails and soaked into every pour so now I smell like polish. After my last set of wheels I polished by hand in my college apartment, I swore I'd never have another set of polished aluminum wheels. I couldn't pass these up and now that they look this good I'm pretty happy about buying them. I'd also like to add my wedding ring has never been brighter!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Let there be light!
Here are the new headlights and grill installed. Hopefully the next picture will be outside and with a license plate on it.
Finally got the headlights mounted and wired up on the ol' S-10. Now it will just be some tidying up and she'll be ready for the road.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
a postcard
To all our friends and family, reluctant to come and see us, we just wanted to let you know how warm it is down here. So we invite you to come and visit beautiful, sunny Fuquay Varina, NC.
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