Fucking Gutters And Mouth, I Mean, Mounts

No Gutter Balls
Much like in my bowling I am not a fan of the gutters which surround my home’s roofline. The gutters were installed some time before I assumed ownership and I can only believe that the low bidder won the job due to some of the decisions made by the installers.

Even if the installation was perfect I wouldn’t be a great fan of my gutters, or should I narrow my disdain toward cleaning the gutters. I have a great fear of respect for heights. Because my house is built upon the side of a hill the front of my house is one-story tall, while the back is two. For some reason I am fairly comfortable getting the the edge of the roofline on the front side, and scared shitless on the back.

In previous years I’ve been able to muster the courage to get near the roof’s edge to clean out all of the gutters. On Tuesday I attempted to clean the roof and gutters of all debris before this week’s rain arrives, but was unable to convince myself that the reward was worth the risk. I managed to get about two-thirds of the front side done, but very little of the back side.

At least I can use a portion of that $150 I won in fantasty football to hire someone to finish the job.

Ouch, That Hurts Too
I dropped my car off for an oil change and brake check yesterday only to have to sink additional $500 into it. Dammit! According to the mechanic two of my motor mounts were broken and should be replaced. Unless I am mistaken the motor mounts keep the motor attached to the frame, which sounds like a fairly important function to me so I caved in and had them replace them. Don’t get me wrong, I love The Jackmobile and have a desire to keep it for a long time, but the additional $500 was not in January’s budget so I am going to have to alter my plans accordingly.

There goes all of that $150 and then some. 🙁

ITP Flickr Pic
Another shot taken outside of Great Gatsby’s.

With Hand Out Of Focus

Even though the statue’s hand is out of focus I like the depth of field because it complete draws my eyes to her face. See ladies, men can appreciate more than just breasts.

btw- No Photoshop was involved, this is how it came out of the camera.

Buh Bye Betty
I watched this great new show called Top Chef last night. It seems that they start with seven chefs… Wait a minute, this is the same show that I was completely devoted to before Bravo pissed me off by taking a three-week hiatus from showing new episodes! Bravo, you should feel fortunate that I came back, this is exactly why I stopped watching 24 in its first season and have never returned.

Anyway, I was Glad (done as an homage to the ridiculous product placement on the show) to see that Betty had to pack her knives. I really didn’t think that her cooking skills were at the same level as many of the other chefs, and I think it was her perky personality that got her through some of the other challenges. Also, I am not sure if it is purely editing but Marcel seems to be getting more than his fair share of hatred on the show. He certainly has warmed up to many of the contestants and perhaps is plan is to irritate his opponents until their crack, but I thought it was really unprofessional and uncalled-for to have the other contestants refuse to serve his dishes until he apologized to Betty. Holy shit, if they think that he yelled at Betty what would they do in a real kitchen, or heaven forbid competing on Hell’s Kitchen?

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – decent, but off my game
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Billy Bragg — “A New England”
Website Of The Day – There are probably hundreds of questions you are afraid to ask someone. Before you blurt out one of these give Wise Geeks a shot to answer it and save you the embarrassment. Oh, so that’s what a red eye tree frog is
Training Target – don’t know
Exercise (b)Log – none, where does the time go?

January Goals
1) Lose two pounds. (starting weight 205 lbs)
2) Run no fewer than fifty miles.
3) Do twenty push-ups and fifty sit-ups at least three times a week.
4) See Manchester Orchestra in concert. (January 6th to be exact)
5) Read two books.

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

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7 Responses to Fucking Gutters And Mouth, I Mean, Mounts

  1. Steve says:

    Very nice pic, Paulie… the statue, that is.

    -FP

  2. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    Thanks, I might just get the hang of this high falootin’ camera yet!

  3. Stacy Fox says:

    Woo woo! Doing the happy dance of joy that I can finally read your blog from work!

    That and, hell, I’ll try climbing on your roof to clean your gutters for ya if you want. As long as I don’t fall *through* the roof into your living room I’m willing to give it a shot. (And there the reason I wouldn’t is just because it would be wickedly damaging to my ego in regards to my weight)

  4. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    @Stacy

    1) It held my weight, therefore there is no reason it wouldn’t hold yours.

    2) If for some odd reason you came crashing into the living room it would give me a good reason to install a sky light. 🙂

  5. Nicole says:

    I find your blog immensely entertaining 🙂 Thought I’d share!

  6. Sorry about the mounts. That seems to be a common problem though, the 2G TLs suffer from the same issue according to what I’ve read on the AZ.

    I would strategically weaken the roof over the bedroom, not the living room. Just saying.

  7. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    Thanks Nicole, I appreciate the feedback — especially since it is positive. 🙂

    Smoove D, that is why you have the nickname of “Smoove” and I do not. Off to find a saw that will cut through the roof without leaving marks in the shingles…

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