The Burny Eyes

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My eyes are burning

Ever so often I have a blog that comes about around, I don't know say... 230am in the morning when I am really tired. I have noticed something in common which each experience. Outside the horrible grammer, bad spelling and choppy thoughts, my eyes are always on fire. What a funny reaction from your body. Hey, you are tired and ready for bed which is one of those really nice and peaceful, sweet moments. Well guess what, I am going to make you pay for being sleepy. Then your body sends signals to your eyes whom are on stand bye to go. Then it happens. They burn like hell. Tricky Tricky.

Friends, I am coming out.

I bet you are curious what I am going to tell you about. I am sitting here watching Friends with Sarah and I have to admit that I actually think it is funny. So I have decided to come clean and say that I think Friends is funny. At the risk of losing my manhood I have now let out the laundry. I have had to watch it a bunch. Sarah likes Friends, I like Arrested Development. We split the time. Before I knew I laughed at the show. Although, I would never watch by myself, I think it is funny when I watch it with Sarah. So there you have it.

Brad 1 Truck 0 (but don't tell it I said that)

Keeping with the theme of my truck, I must let you know the conclusion to the battle. (hopefully) So the culprit was the alternator. I found him hiding up the hood acting all like, I just hanging out in here not doing anything to make the truck not work. But alas, I began pulling him out of the engine. The Truck Manual said it was to be an easy fix. They lied. (5.45pm) I begin to collect the tools for the mission, wrenches, some tool I never returned to AutoZone, Ratchets, flashlight, work light and Maple. (5.55pm) Loosen the belt it says, check chapter one to see how to do that. Bull Crap, chapter one just says some ambiguous sentence about tightening to the right tension. No help. (6.00pm) Disconnect the negative cable on battery so I do not get shocked. Unplug some other wires from the back of the alternator. (6.05pm) Then, since I have not yet figured out how to loosen the belt, I tell the book to go take a hike and it's showtime. I loosen the bolt that proceeds to give me some slack. Belt is off. (6.13pm) Then the poo hit the fan. I start to loosen this bolt that connects it to the engine. A long bolt. I get it a pretty far out and it decides it never wants to move past that point. (6.25pm) I'm pissed. (6.30pm) After looking at the bolt in anger for five minutes I think, "it just needs a little wiggle." This is just a lie conjured up by some jerk who lives in my head. No improvement. (6.45pm) I am not hoovering above the alternator in my engine. Yes I am balancing under the hood. I am working the alternator back and forth to gain leverage... something happens. The bolt moved. I hop down and grab that bad boy and out he comes. He lost. (7.10) Leave for Auto Store. O'Rileys checked the Alternator, yep it's bad. Their prices suck, so I leave. (7.30) I leave and head for Auto Zone, arrive to find I am their only customer, their prices are better. Get cut in line by some girl who needs a battery and does not understand that if you walk in a store and someone is already getting help, it means you are next... not given the choice to announce you need help or wait. (8.00pm) To much time in Auto Zone, stupid girl. I get home shortly after and find out that this alternator is about 1/8 of an inch to big to fit. It will fit, I am going to make it fit. (8.50pm) After a long long long long battle, the damn thing fits. I hate this alternator, hate it. Hook all the junk back up, get the belt tightened right. (the guy at autozone said, "can't be to tight") Hook it up to the Black and Decker Charger courtesy of my friend Sig and now I wait. Thirty minutes later, she turns over and charges up like a charm. (9.45) I am tired and ready to not be outside in the cold. My nose quit working hours ago and has decided to leak. Time for Honey Smacks and Chocolate Soy Milk, hmmmmmmmm. Don't hate it till you have tried it. Night.

Brad Inc.

I have found out my business. I made 25 bucks last night while i was sleeping. Yes that is right, half.com is now my new cash machine. I was going to take a bunch books to the thrift store.... but wait why not put them online and see what happens. That is when Brad Inc. was born. I am now accepting franchise applications and donations of books you do not want. I will give you a tee shirt from B Inc and some kick back. Also I would like to introduce the chairman of the board of executives Pat Allen. Also Jon Allen will be the official "tough guy". Do not mess with B Inc.

My Truck needs some Tums

Tonight, Sarah was going to the grocery store. My truck was behind her car in the driveway so I told her to take mine. Well she went to pick up her purse that she had left at a friends house. Well when she got back out the truck would not start. She got a jump and made it to the grocery store where I met her to switch cars to take the truck. I got out to get in the truck... she cuts off and dies right there. I jump her again, make it 400 feet or so to the light at the end of the parking lot and have to put up onto the concrete median and wait for Sarah to get done in the store. Jump number three, I am on my way home and start to get closer to our house. The headlights start to dim as the interior lights join them. As I see the turn coming up down the hill, the truck dies again. I must remind you that the brakes really suck with it being off and the power steering goes bye bye. I muscle that bad boy into our neighborhood, run a stop sign to maintain speed and hope to make it up the hill, I don't. I hop out and begin to push and steer to try to get over the hill. Might I add that Maple is in shotgun during all of this looking at me. As I am pushing the truck, Maple thinks its time to play, maybe this is some kind of new game. So now I am battling her as well in addition to this 1/2 ton truck. I crested the hill and started towards our driveway, I made it almost all the way in... Jump 4... in the driveway and trying to figure out if it is the battery or the alternator.

Budgets make me want to pee in my pants

I know this is not very deep of a subject, but I just spent that last few hours working on our budget. While I will say that it is wonderful to look at your money and see where it goes, the programs that you can use are complete and utter crap. Simple... that is all I want, but yet they have to add 1000 other steps in there to give you options... say you want to go buy a small country in your spare time. I am not sure that I am going to do that, but hey, lets have that option in there. Because we all know, that they guy who can spend that kind of money is doing his own budgeting. Yeah Right....

Goals for 2009

I realize I missed yesterday. In light of that I am going to continue to push on through and keep chugging along. I had some allergies and had a benadryl* evening. I am out to the world.

On to the current post topic. Since 2009 has come upon us and 2008 is gone forever, I have been working on my goals for this year. I met some from last year and failed at others. I have been thinking about the new ones for a few weeks and began to construct my list today while I was at the gym on a stationary bike. Thank you iphone. I thought that I would share them with you, so I could put them in public so I can be held accountable. I am also curious about what your goals for the are as well. I know that some people do not like to make yearly goals, but I did for the first time in 08 and it was a really cool experience. I think you should try. So without further adieu, here you go.

-Build a toy chest for my neices and nephews
- Pay off a little debt (there is a specific number, but we can talk about that in person)
- Learn a Ben Folds song on the piano
-Read ten Books (i have picked them out)
- Run half marathon
-Run/Swin/Bike half ironman
- ask Sarah how her day was everyday
- lose 10 more pounds
- talk less, listen more (think before I speak outloud)
- don't talk 4 times a day when I really want to say something to joke, add to the conversation, say my opinion.
-Learn basic economics
-think about learning sign language (completed)

that is the basic list, I am going to add here and there but that is the start.

I make no sense sometimes

Today at work we filmed a video to send to a group to say thank you for coming to our camp. We videoed some things that they would find funny and specific to their time at SharpTop. We did one scene that had them watch our team in a meeting and we talked about some funny things. We did some brainstorming before we shot the scene. During the brainstorming I had the camera set up for right angle and had pushed record without knowing it. There was one part where I was trying to explain an idea and everyone was looking at me like, "what in the world are you talking about". I was so clear in my head about what I saying and could not understand why they could not get what I was saying. Well when I got to watch the video review, I was like, "what they crap are you talking about". It was pretty funny to see myself and laugh at what I was doing. If I get the video small enough I will post it so you can see it.

I also had a funny moment outside tonight with some neighbors that I hadn't met yet. I was outside with Maple while she was using the bathroom and I had a glass of red wine in my hand. I was introducing myself to some folks and this guy looked at me and said, "So you like red wine huh". I responded by saying, "not really my wife likes it, I am just having it because it's what we have right now." It ended that moment. It was pretty funny, guess you had to be there.

I want a JP Car

I had a buddy in high school who bought an old corolla for 400 bucks. It was old and ugly inside and out, but it ran. It got great gas mileage etc. He ran that thing into the ground and pretty much got paid along the way because it was so cheap. So, I have been looking on Craigslist to find my cheap car and it is very hard to find. I just want to get a crappy cheap car that gets great gas mileage. It has been pretty fun to look for one because I have been reminded of all the crappy cars that have been made in this country/world. For example, the Ford Fiesta, Geo Storm, Metro, all cars made by Saturn, Escort, etc. Lots of funny crappy cars. Although this might be a boring post, take a moment to think about the crappy cars you have seen and had in the past few years. Pay attention to the crappy old cars you see on the road and let me know. Who will find the worst car?

How Cute

So we played Mario Kart tonight, after a while Sarah got tired and decided to take a nap with Maple. They used each other as a pillow and took a two hour nap. I mean come on, this is cute. I know I used the word cute, I am willing to risk it for this one.

Again????

Today, Sarah and I went to go see a movie. We do not go see movies very often, due to the fact that they cost 19.50 to go see together and I usually really do not like going to the movies. (would rather hang out, be social, talk, chill, mario kart etc.) But today we went to see Marley and Me, I even got a little teary eyed. I am not sure if it was the dog or the fact to see how quickly 26 can turn into 45. Yikes. I am not liking 26, 25 was much younger. Anyways to the story. First, if you have not seen the movie, this will not ruin it. During a scene in the movie, John's wife comes out of the bathroom to let him know that he is going to be a daddy again. She said, "I'm pregnant." About that time, a little girl from the audience says rather loudly, "Again?". The whole place burst into laughter. It was awesome. I am reminded today of how pure and simple a child's mind can be and how refreshing it is. For a moment while we were all laughing at her innocent comment, I thought this must be the mind of a child. This pure joy and laughter that followed her comment, no body was all upset that people were making noise. Just pure happy.

Locked out and 28 degrees

So I have a story to tell. It seems that there is always a new turn waiting around each corner of the Springer story. So this morning, Sarah and I were getting ready to go to church. We have one of the doors that has a dead bolt on the top and then a locking knob door handle below that one. I unlocked the deadbolt earlier that morning with our keys. Later we were heading out the door and I locked the lower one and pulled the door shut. Yep, then I remembered that I did not grab the keys yet. Neither of us had keys to vehicle nor house. I had my phone though, that was the clutch right there. Ended up calling friend, Ryan, who lives right down the road. He was about two minutes away from leaving to go to church. I was very lucky. We started to walk towards his house, down a country road. A cop slowed down and looked at us but did not stop, I thought that was funny. Two people walking down a random country road at 9am. In the end I went and got the garage door opener from work and found a way in. It was a pretty interesting morning. Pen is stick totally kick ass by the way.

Thy pen must be defended

Okay. I understand the initial reaction. Oh this is just a pen. But wait one second my friend, this is not ordinary pen, I know have a pen that should have cost me 200-300 dollars and writes like a dream, but I was able to get this pen with only 5 dollars for the refill. This is no small feat, now I am writing things with the ease of an expensive glide across any paper that dares to come between the pen and I. Shall I worry about stored up ink on the end on the tip of the pen when I go to write after she has been stored away for a while in my pocket... NO, she begins like a the perfection that "the magic" pen is. Whats that patrick, you are killing trees right and left because of a clumsy ink blot that your sub par pens are depositing on your papers which are turned into a mess, while even running the risk of destroying those papers that are anxiously waiting to be next up on a wonderful journey of word creation. I fart in your general direction sir. Life, pimples, webs, pens, these are life. While I am out there using paper very specifically and with such a focused intent, having no worries of the pen failing me, you are killing trees and wasting paper, when you pause for a moment between sentences to collect your thoughts, your pen is quickly collecting a pool of unused ink to parade onto your paper.

While I do admit that I wrote the previous blog from my iphone. The Springers are back online as of yesterday. (thank you windstream) These fingers are much more productive from my laptop keyboard. Let Scotland be free and throw Willy in there while you are at it. This blog was just for fun, let the day begin. I have to go wash my hands the sarcasm is dripping to much and making a mess.

The pen.

I made the most kick ass pen in the world today. I got an refill from a really expensive pen at staples and put it in my g2 after a little modification. Now I have a really sweet g2. This pen is crazy.

Book

So I am currently reading this book called the shack. I am sure most of you have heard of it. If you have some time onyour hands
I would suggest reading it. I am only 67 pages in and I am completey entrenched in it.

Mario Kart

Blog time from the iPhone. Sometimes all you need is Mario Kart. Tonight Sarah and I aye dinner and played mk with my buddy kevin. It was a good time. Lots of anger at the wii as expected. I decided tonight that Toad is a tool bag in mario kart.

Did I stutter?

Okay, so here we have a lunch break blog. I was reading in a book today during lunch. (yes I can read Patrick) It was talking about complaints and how to deal with them. It automatically made me think of calling customer "no" service lines and getting hot headed when they will not help me out and using the famous springer tag line, "how are you going to make this right". I pretty much think that I am a call in center person's worst nightmare sometimes. I am kind of ashamed as I write this... well ..no I am not, a good argument is good to rouse up the ole soul here and there. So back to the book. It was talking today about getting upset about a complaint or talking to much to the person will get you no where, actually most times it will set you back in what you were trying to accomplish. It talked about listening to the other person and talking less and letting them explain themselves and working from that angle instead of your own. Also this must be linked with sincerity and not a "what I want" attitude. Sometimes, I think shutting up is the hardest part for me. I think I would make a good sitcom character, as I am vomiting off at the mouth with things that I shouldn't be saying, my inner dialog with myself is SCREAMING, "SHUT UP, STOP IT, TAKE YOUR MOUTH AND SHUT IT DOWN!!!". As I go home today I have to call XM Radio and "discuss" some issue with why they keep billing me, I am going to try this method. I will let you know how it goes.

Patrick, I hope that this is better and closer to the level that you and others have come to expect with the blogs. (that might have been giving myself a little to much credit there) I am currently moving to a house down the road and my Internet there will be hooked up on Friday. I went to sleep last night looking at my phone with the "no service" message and awoke in the early hours to see that I had some bars, so I will attempt tonight to send out another blog to make up for the other I missed. I might even start double posting to make up for the Holiday mishap. Until next time.

Yep

You will get two blogs today because I did not have reception till now last nght.

Sleepy

Benadryl. I am drosy and gallo f asleep like crazy.

I had a mellow yellow

I sat here for a moment here thinking about what to write about. I have found that I am drawing a great deal of blank thoughts. I started to think about my day and if there was anything note worthy things to talk about. Then, I thought about something I had not done in a long time, drink a mellow yellow. I opened the fridge at the office and baam there is a box of mellow yellow. I didn't even think that they made that anymore, but they do and man it has a lot of caffeine in it. I had the craziess for a good while. So as lame as that story is, that is all I have for today.

House Time... Moving Time

So Sarah and I are about to do what we do best again. Moving time. In lieu of signing another 12 month lease, we are going to rent a house from someone from work. We took a truck load of stuff over there tonight and I must say, I am really excited to escape the apartment world. No more worrying about those who live amongst "shared walls/floors" etc. I am pretty pumped, garage and an office... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sarah's wisdom teeth

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Brad and Maple fetching

So I challenged Maple to fetching the other day and we went 3-1 with me being the victor. It was funny, my buddy Bradley threw the ball, and Maple and I both started from the sitting position.

Fun and Failure start the same way with an F

Hello Everyone,



As I first admit to failing at the blog a day for a year, I might charge that I shall continue and rename it the "almost a blog a day for a year". With that said, I think it time to get back to the blogging that I am all about.



Today's topic, why people are mean. I have had the pleasure lately of dealing with a lot of people that are turds. For what reason, I am not sure. But any who they are not happy about something. This has got me thinking about these people a good bit lately, maybe because I am sensitive and they get in my head or maybe just intriguing. Why has been a word that I have begun to associate with them. Why so mad and at who? I have come to the conclusion that each person I have come in contact with is hurting. I think someone, somewhere has hurt them and therefore they take it out on others. Whether they would admit it or not, I think anger is in most cases a result of previous interactions with others. Most of our discontent as people is created by the situations that we apart of. To conquer these angers, we must confront and deal with the past in which they were created. I am not sure if I myself and pleased with the idea of confrontation with the things that have hurt me in my own past. They are usually easier to deal with by taking our the anger in whatever form that may be, I do not think that means grrrrrr, but yet in frustration or point of views etc. I guess these interacts with turds have pushed me to a place where I am face to face with my own crap.