Friday night I left work at a decent hour. It was one of those days where I shouldn't have but I did anyways and I haven't been back since. I will likely visit tomorrow because I have some personal business to attend to on Monday that I'll allude to later that will likely cause me to not be at work on Monday afternoon. Friday night at the East Side Kehrt home has become Pizza night. It's all good with me. I'm not picky about what's on my plate in front of me when I'm not the one cooking or arranging its existence. You can ask Stacey. I've never once commented or complained about anything that's been cooked or purchased for my substinence that's sometimes quite literally on the table when I roll into the driveway. So at then end of a tough week, a pizza and a lack of dishes that t suits both of us is both mutually beneficial and subsequently quite good for morale.
Saturday was a rough morning. Here's a little hint for you all. If you buy a 6 pack from Big Sky Brewing Company that is monikered Cowboy Coffee Porter, it's quite possible that the coffee in the brew is real and caffieneated. So instead of a couple of beers dropping your blood pressure, you lie awake blinking rapidly and therefore end up rocking out your Advanced Cost Accounting homework a couple days early (though I've yet to find anything Advanced about Advanced Cost Accounting). So, when you have a daughther like Ellen who likes to wake up early, those kind of evenings can bite you in the pooper. Luckily, she slept until 7am (woohoo) and then we got up and made Mickey Mouse pancakes that didn't turn out too well at all.
After that I decided to try to rent a power rake. These machines are bad ass unless you don't have a great vehicle to transport them and then the actuator (flux capacitor?) cable breaks on the third pass around the yard and then you have to take it back and deal with the fat fuck shitty attitude guy who rented it to you and comes up with three thousand reasons why it's not the machine's fault that it broke when clearly it's because the spring that indeed actuates that rake when the lever is engaged is rubbing on the pulley that rotates the rake blades because that same fat fuck who fixed it when it failed on the last person who rented the Power Rake fixed it incorrectly. I have another one rented for next Sunday.
In the meantime, I did manage to spend some time with the kids today but not much time with Stacey. I hope to add to the kid part and the Stacey part tomorrow. In the event that Ellen wakes up early and Stacey wins the battle of who's getting up with Ellen, her and I are going somewhere where someone else can make the goddamnn mickey mouse pancakes.
I did happen to get out this weekend to build some more mountatin bike trails. Y'all know this sport is near and dear to me and is hardly a hobby. Nothing pleases me more than to ride a trail that I and my friends built and worked hard to legitimize through a government entity. I finished a major portion today while the kids were at a play date and Stacey was, well, I have no clue what she was doing actually. When I got home though, kids were picked up, all was quiet on the home front, there were bratwurst to grill for dinner, and cold beer in the cooler.
So the good points:
Two years in the making, I broke the hymen on single track in Lynn County.
It was a beautiful day to ride
Singlespeed bikes, loppers, and Fat Tire Ale are sublime.
There's just not much that makes me smile more than my kids having fun outside.
Even if it looks like rain and the forest and all its animals must be protected at all costs.
The bad part:
I think my docotor and I are going to get better acquainted that I'd prefer on Monday.
