To Mike in South Carolina, wow! I don’t know what to say but people say a lot of things about me. We do not ever stop down here. Some of my friends called me a Neanderthal, because I don’t like sleep and I stay up forever. As crazy as it sounds my older son is exactly the same as me.
Wow, my wife and her mom just came home from letting out my youngest son‘s dogs. Stupid dogs, anyway, my mother-in-law said I’m not going to talk to you I’m not gonna talk to you at all I hear that you get tired of me talking to you. Wow, did she read the forum or did my wife just say your driving him up the wall when you talk? Did I say thank you Patrick?
Yesterday I said Hector from Fort Lauderdale and I were going to a car show/swap meet. I believe Rich asked for some pictures. I know, I know, this is definitely not a car, but it sure was shiny! I like polishing aluminum, but this job must’ve taken forever!
This guy had this old Buick that was in really good shape considering the patina. The inside was fixed up and all original looking. Under the hood he had a 500 cu in Cadillac engine in it with an overdrive transmission and AC. He apparently must be retired because he drives his car to all these car shows all over the eastern United States
Of course every car show has to have a Camaro, but at least it was a 68 Camero instead of a 69. I still like the ugliest T Bird they ever made. It has a ton of room inside, and also the trunk if you want to get people into the drive in movie theater. The two door Chevy impala was really nice, and it did not have an LS motor in it. It had a really nice clean original 327. It was actually less of a car show, and more of a swap meet. If you wanted Chevy parts there were tons of them. I didn’t see anything Buick related for sale. Bummer
Every vendor that was selling tools I asked about an idle mixture spring screwdriver. Two different places said they were sold out. This is what I need, and this is what I need it for. The one in the picture my buddy lent me but it clearly doesn’t fit my idle mixture screw which is pictured. Anybody have one, and remember where they got it from?
I used to use a 6 inch long flat screwdriver for idle mixture adjustments. Still have a couple of them. Of course that was back in the days before my pal Arthur Itis came to stay. Oh yeah, thanks for the photos as I ponder the snow piles around my yard. At least it's just above freezing here.
Thanks for the pictures buddy! I really like the old Buick with the Caddy motor in it... that was cool. And when you find that screwdriver, let me know where you got it from. I bought one of Amazon, and it sucks.
I couldn’t resist posting being they are really busy right now stuffing their faces. I’m actually missing days that I should’ve posted. To Mike in South Carolina, I very rarely have bad days but Saturday night I had a bad night. I woke up at 3 o’clock in the morning to go pee pee. I was excited because it felt like I had slept long enough. I go in the kitchen to see what time the stove says, 3 AM. That’s a little early to be outside. I go to turn around and walk back to my bedroom and my left foot was stuck in some kind of sticky crap on my kitchen floor. I was really really really upset! Wouldn’t that be the time to start slamming doors and yelling and screaming and saying what the F is this on my kitchen floor? Dang I’m a model citizen. So I walked my squishy foot to the hallway where I wiped it on the throw rug. No way I was going to bed with that sticky foot. 9 AM I walk through my wife’s room to use the restroom. She said, why are you so grumpy? I told her I was grumpy because at 3 o’clock in the morning my left foot got stuck to the kitchen floor. She said, oh yeah, Mom dropped a bunch of buttery popcorn on the floor. I just gave her a dirty look. Dang straight she cleaned it up!
So back to tonight, I didn’t eat dinner with them because I can’t stand watching my mother-in-law shove food in her mouth, and my father-in-law drop food on the floor. So I walk in the house to show my wife something. There’s my mother-in-law sitting at the dining room table stuffing dinner down her mouth as fast as she can shovel it in. Then I go in the kitchen and there’s the father-in-law at the counter dropping food on the floor. I came back outside and opened up another beer.
I got an email from Wells Fargo today. It said we were -$3.63 on our checking account. I go in the house trying to talk privately to my wife. I simply said in a nonchalant fashion, hey babe, check this out. Her father got up so fast you would’ve thought someone was offering dessert to drop on the floor. He followed her right outside. I didn’t want to discuss financial situations in front of him. Then my wife says, that’s not ours. In case you have questions, it was a family member that doesn’t have an email address. I guess embarrassing for them but not our problem.
Larry, Now I know why her sons drink so much. Because she is their mother. Yes, I will sit outside on my porch until I see her go to bed just so I don’t have to talk to her. She just doesn’t shut up. That really should’ve been all capitalized!
The evil witch used to take care of her husband and get him his meal for dinner. Two Monday nights ago I guess she was starving so she got her meal first and left him stranded. Unfortunately he was second to last in line for dinner and I was last. I hate waiting in lines! There’s the male penguin, affectionately known as slow Dick. He put six meatballs on his plate. Then he put his plate down on the stove top and proceeded to cut each meatball in half with his fork. I thought it was going to be next year before it was my turn! Then he scooped noodles out of the pot, put down the noodle scooping utensil, grab the big spoon and put spaghetti sauce on his plate full of spaghetti noodles and six meatballs cut in half. Finally it was my turn. I almost beat him to the dinner table. This Monday night was a whole new ball game. The second my wife came out and said dinner was ready I ran to the kitchen and was in first place. I was just about finished my dinner and ready for seconds before the mail penguin made it to the dinner table. That’s what I call good thinking on my part.
Today I finally finished painting my entire house. I woke up early, ate breakfast, and was up on a ladder painting the last section of facia board. I didn’t see the penguins the entire morning. How delightful! So I am up on the ladder painting when they go for their morning walk around the block. I personally think a normal person would’ve just walked past me, and said, good morning John. Oh heck no. You know exactly what she said. Are you painting John? I just wanted to be so sarcastic. Nope, I thought I’d get up on this ladder next to the house, and do a little birdwatching with a paintbrush and small container of paint. What a stupid question, or comment, or anything. She probably thought that maybe I would engage in a conversation with her. Ain’t gonna happen.
I had lunch and came back out to finish the last 10 feet of facia board. Of course she was sitting on the front porch sunning herself. I picked up the ladder and walked right up to her with it where she was sitting. Oh heck yes, you know what she said. Am I in your way? I just wanted to put the ladder right over the top of her and wrap it up with crime tape!!! I didn’t say anything. They have been watching me work my way towards the porch all morning long. Enough said…
This update is brought to you by Banquet turkey pot pies. Take it from an expert that is living out of his garage, that stuff is the bomb! So it’s lunchtime. I just got finished cooking myself a lovely microwave Banquet turkey pot pie. I’m eating it in front of the male penguin, a.k.a. slow dick. I knew it was killing him. I could hear his belly growling a mile away. I watched him slowly walk into the house. Even though I’m outside I know exactly what he said to the female penguin. “Hey Jane, I’m getting kind of hungry.” If I said that to my wife she would tell me to go get myself some effing food. So anyway, I guarantee his wife jumped right up off the couch where she was playing on Facebook, and right now she is cooking him a greasy fried hamburger on the stove. That’s what he eats for lunch every single day. I know, not very good for your body, nor your heart! A picture of the kitchen… yes, he is patiently waiting for his wife to cook him up a greasy fried hamburger, burnt of course. He calls it well done. So what does the kitchen look like? Well, both the male and female penguins coffee cups are sitting on the kitchen counter above the dishwasher. His cereal bowl with spoon in it is sitting next to their coffee cups. Monday he got two different boxes of cereal out of the cupboard. (That’s an up north term. We call it the closet) I guess he didn’t like the first flavor, or changed his mind because there are definitely 2 pretty much full cereal boxes still sitting on the kitchen counter since Monday morning. Maybe everyone feels sorry for him and thinks it’s hard for him to get the cereal out of the closet, I mean cupboard. I call it laziness! If you can get it out of the cupboard then you sure as h*ll can put it back! When he is finished with breakfast he just gets up from the counter and leaves his cereal bowl with spoon in it, his cup of coffee, and probably the container out of the fridge raider that contained fresh strawberries. He expects somebody to clean up his mess. Sure as hell must be nice. Oh well, my belly is full now so I will clean up my mess off the picnic table outside and then start painting the garage side door. To be continued…
As JE always said, seeing is believing… there they are, two coffee cups, one cereal bowl with a spoon, the plate he just ate his greasy hamburger off of, and it looks like she joined him also because her plate is in the sink. Yes, the dishwasher is right below that mess!
