Jan 222012

Ten years ago today I moved to Florida. I can’t believe it has already been 10 years. When I think back 10 years, I always think that is the 90s. I am getting old. I Still think that moving to Florida was one of the best decisions I had made, even though the reasons why wasn’t.

I really miss St. Pete. I miss the beaches and hte roads and palm trees, and lizards. I miss the warmth, the sea breazes. I miss the natural food stores and my friends I left there. I miss the boats, the water, and everything else.

Not much is going on in Oklahoma land. It has been cold, which has made me lazy and wanting to do nothing but lay next to the heater and bundle up to stay warm. I fucking hate the cold.

I fucking hate the cold.

I fucking hate the cold.

 Posted by at 11:58 pm
Sep 112011

Ever since I have opened that trunk last Monday night / Tue morning I have been having dreams that I have not had in a long time. I think my mind is trying to remember those times or trying to connect the past with the present. It is very strange how the mind works that way. I am getting memories back of things that I completely forgot about. So far it has been all good things that have resurfaced. It is odd how long ago it was. I keep on thinking that 1992 was just a couple of years ago, and then I actually do the math and no, that was 20 years ago. All the music we listened to in high school technically should be on the classic rock radio station right along with Elvis and The Beatles.

The other night I had a new dream which I think is trying to piece the old with the new. I went back to a restaurant I used to work at (in the dream) where there used to be a kitchen and dining on two floors. I came back to visit, and they did away with dining on the second floor but the kitchen was gone on the first. So the staff had to haul the food and dishes up and down the stairs all the time. I went back and peaked in the kitchen and there were several people there who I didn’t recognize but recognized me. They seemed to be pissed or angry, they were frowning anyway. After that I had gone back to my car, which was my old Saturn I had, and there was snow on the ground.

Now I did work at a place called The Manor House in Denver, and it did have three floors, the basement was the dish / veg prep area, and it did have two floors of dining and two kitchens, the top kitchen they opened up on weekends and when it was going to be busy. I was a dishwasher there and was in Restaurant Arts class at the time and wanted to cook there. I kept on asking the chef to let me cook for them and they didn’t let me. They did let me bus tables for a while. I finally quit because I applied to be a cook but ended up washing dishes because they said that when a position opens up to cook I would, even though I saw people hired on as cooks several times, without promoting me there. They did have the best wild mushroom strudel there. It was layers of philo dough / puff pastry, 5 or 6 different mushrooms, and a yummy Madeira wine cream sauce. I have always wanted to try to veganise it and make it but I haven’t done it yet.

Anyway, I don’t know if the dream had anything to do with The Manor House, but that is the only correlation I can make.

In other news, show me your tits! hahahaha! Jared@whogivesacrap.net hahahaha

 Posted by at 10:47 pm
Sep 082011

I had a nice three day weekend. On Monday night / Tue morning I got a hair up my ass and decided to open up a trunk that I have had here in Oklahoma and hasn’t been opened in at least 10 years. I opened it up and saw a lot of things that were long forgotten. In there was a lot of old school stuff, class pictures, projects, letters, and things from girlfriends from long ago. I also had an old boy scout uniform in there, which looks so tiny. I wore that thing up to getting my life rank. I remember when my mom first bought that shirt she bought it extra big for me so she wouldn’t have to buy a new one. It was really long I remember. Now I look back and don’t know how I fit into it as a young teen. There was also some old TV guides (like the 4 part star trek 30th anniversary series) and comic books in there. Unfortunately none of them are really worth anything right now. So those will be held onto probably until retirement. Maybe they will be worth more then. After I got done rifling through the trunk, I decided to go through a couple of shoe boxes to see what else I could find. I found old letters and postcards and birthday cards. It was pretty interesting. I didn’t read through a lot of the letters, there were too many. It made me wonder where old friends and acquaintances are now. What they are doing and if they are happy.

I have so much more to go on the house. I need to stop being lazy and get my ass in gear. I look at it and I just know it needs to be done. I just need the motivation.

On Monday I also walked around the farm, and went in my grandpa’s shed. I think to myself what this place would have been like if he were still alive. What he would have done to it. There are a lot of things that are still in the same place as where he had left them. There are buildings that he built that are detraining and falling apart. I don’t know what he would think about the place now. I wish I would have gotten to know him as a person. As an adult, instead of through those young child eyes.

 Posted by at 10:27 pm
Jul 222011

I got a few more things accomplished this weekend. Not as much as I should have, but it was a start. I got most of the knickknacks on the shelves and organized a few things. I cooked my lunch for the next few weeks, and it turned out really good. I did Thai again, nice and spicy, but still not the same as a restaurant. I think it is because I am mixing it with the rice at the end and that is why it isn’t as liquidly as when they serve it to you. I did use a lot more of the curry paste as I normally do, and it is more flavorful, so I haven’t been using as much as I should have been using.

I am starting to see a lot more hits on http://projectpostcard.org. No one has commented or anything like that yet, which I am ok with, but the increase in traffic is good. One of my friends in Florida sent me seven postcards, so that helps the site as well. She sent in some cool postcards with stuff written in the back. Hopefully there is a trend in more submissions. I want some from strangers. That would be really cool.

I don’t know if very many people know this or not, but when I was 20 I did some time in the Navy. I was going to be a cook, work on aircraft carriers, use that experience and work on cruise ships. I made it through boot camp but I couldn’t do the required physical fitness requirements. So after going through boot camp graduation I spent an additional three weeks there doing physical fitness stuff to try to pass the requirements. I was able to do the sit ups and pushups required however running I was not able to run fast enough for them. I blame my knees and ankles for not being able to run fast enough. My ligaments were shot even though their doctors couldn’t find anything wrong. Now I do need to add that is when they diagnosed my reflux so I was going to be out on a medical anyway (Wish I had that medical discharge). Anyway, I digress. So the story was, I went to boot camp and I got a general discharge, which wasn’t a dishonorable but it also wasn’t a good discharge either. The separation was like ok you were here, but you weren’t here, if you want to come back you need special permission and also good luck working for the government and any contractors of the government. Anyway I thought to myself “who would want to work for the government anyway. Really?” So flash forward 18 years and here I am, a contractor for the government. I don’t know if it is Murphy being a nasty bitch or what, however it seems like this kind of stuff happens to me a lot. Another example of this is when I lived in Florida and first moved there I saw the shitty Bay Pointe apartments and thought to myself who the fuck would want to live in those shitty apartments??? A couple of months later I was there and I stayed there for almost 9 years. Fuck!!! Anyway. That seems to be my life. I end up being in a place or situation that I think people in their right mind wouldn’t be in.

 Posted by at 7:35 pm
Jul 102011

My first car was a 1977 Volkswagen Rabbit. It was a 4 door green. It was a car that my dad had bought before when he was living in Denver after he totaled his Ford Pinto. When he moved to Oklahoma it was there and sat in the garage for years. I think that a gasket or rod was blown in the engine or something like that. Anyway, His graduation gift to me was he took the car into Wilsons VW salvage and repair in Lexington. They replaced the engine with an 86 VW Fox 1.8 liter. Wilsons was an icon in Lexington. It was a huge salvage yard for Volkswagens, had a VW bug on top of it’s sign, and Leroy Wilson built a black widow spider and planted it just north of the shop where a now long gone ¼ mile round speedway was. I have fond memories of that place. Leroy Wilson died in 2000. His daughter tried to keep the business alive for a while before she gave up and closed the business down. Sadly a lot of the parts and cars that were in the salvage area got destroyed along with.

After the business closed, a used car dealership sprang up in its place. They kept the VW bug on top of the sign and kept the building intact, so the place was still there. The car dealership lasted for a few years, but it closed down as well. Since then the shell of a building has stood there as a memory of my childhood’s past. A monument of how things were, and the landmark that I was getting close to grandma and grandpas house.

Well, on Friday on my way to work I decided to head on down to the post office to check my mail, and near where the bug sign was I saw big hauler trucks and bulldozers and emptiness where I thought Wilsons once stood. I thought it seemed strange to see emptiness there but wasn’t really paying attention to where I was at, so I didn’t confirm it in my head that is what had happened. Saturday night I drove by the place on my way home from work, and all that remains is the sign.

I hope the sign doesn’t go. It would be sad to see that bug in the sky gone. Luckily the land that the speedway was on was bought by a church and the pastor kept the iconic black widow bug in place and intact.

I had fond memories in that Rabbit. It was my first car. I had a lot of other firsts in that car as well. The big problem was that since it sat around for so long everything around the engine started to fall apart and it was a big money pit. I finally decided to get rid of it when I wore the breaks down so much that it no longer breaked. In order for me to fix it would have cost me $800 or so. I gave up on her. I shouldn’t have. I really should have kept it.

I think I am going to start looking and buy myself another Rabbit and work on rebuilding it and restoring it. It will be Babs II. I really do miss that car. It was a lot of fun to drive.