Tuesday, September 17, 2013

skunk trap not working as expected

After fun hog's dog was sprayed with a skunk he got a skunk cage so we could catch and shoot it (if you don't want us to shoot it feel free to come pick it up).

Skunks are apparently smart or don't like gourmet food. I did some research and suggested that we use peanut butter or cat food in the trap. Instead he first put poached halibut with old bay in the trap (leftovers). Then chicken he made with a spice rub that made it taste like fried chicken even though it wasn't. Last night he tried curry infused smoked turkey.

Well, someone likes turkey. Just not the skunk.

"fuck me, I'm stuck in a cage and can't get out"

Friday, September 13, 2013

coconut vs grasshopper

After he bit its legs off I stepped on it and put it out of its misery...


Wednesday, September 11, 2013

and, a favorite movie quote

From the documentary Vernon, Florida.

um, what?

no opposable thumbs? no problem

My sister's dog is really good at opening doors. How you may ask? With his teeth.


he looks so innocent here

sorry door knob

he must have bionic teeth


   


Friday, September 6, 2013

broncos kickoff game

Last night I went to the bronco's first season game. For those who didn't know, there's new security rules at all the stadiums and you can't bring anything in with you unless it fits in a plastic bag. Or you can buy a bag (as well as approved seat cushions) on the NFL web site for $10 - $20.

I like it when people profit from keeping us safe.

I immediately realized how little I know about football when I was corrected that it's quarters, not innings. It kind of set the tone for the rest of the night. Then I kept thinking that the ref was saying "flag on beyonce" and I was like "how is that possible, she's not even here". The ref was saying "flag on the play". I also thought the announcer was saying "king sooper's will donate $1,000 for every touchdown the broncos score to the cheerleaders" and I was like "that's good" because the cheerleaders sucked. But it turns out they were saying charity, not cheerleaders.

I was constantly amazed that the crowd would suddenly all start shouting the same thing, like "IN-COM-PLETE" or "DEFENSE". Then I saw this little light strip thing that told the crowd what to say.

In my opinion, if you're going to put huge TVs all around the stadium why not use them to display useful information? This TV would show stats of players (which was confusing because they'd be talking about some guy getting a touch down but they'd be showing some other guy on the screen - this is why I thought our quarterback was a black guy until 4th quarter - and the players would do this weird thing where they'd show up on the screen, looking down, then they would look up, and then move around or pretend to talk or just stare into space - what marketing idiot thought that would look cool?). If I were in charge of this big TV I would put pics of the player I was talking about, show what flags or penalties the team just got since it was hard to hear, and maybe a running tally of time outs or something.

There were a lot of fans that seem to know a lot about football. I really couldn't understand what they were talking about. Although this guy did say something really funny: "Volker (or Walker, or something), stop making those emotional tackles!!!!"
There was a cool camera on the field that filmed the game and showed it on the big TV. That made it a little easier to see what was going on.

There were a lot of moths in the sky.

Every time the broncos scored this horse ran across the field. However, I don't think it's a real bronco since a bronco is an untrained or feral horse.

Everyone kept high fiving everyone else. Even I got high fived once by this weird guy who was super tall but had midget hands. As the night wore on the high fives got more terrifying since people were getting drunker and drunker and were almost falling over during the high fives.


Denver skyline. Wish I had a camera instead of my blackberry.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

bathroom remodel finally done!

Old bathroom. Ugly vanity, drywall shelves

Floor and tile were ugly, the wall had a weird bump out (on the left) which made the window look weird
floor replaced, this is a single piece toilet which will be simple to clean - and it looks cool! for a toilet


replaced the vanity with a custom built vanity made by the same guys who did my kitchen - and Christine found me this great piece of Vetrazzo!

the wall is now straight across without the weird window bump out

coolest sink faucet, and it's easy to keep clean

stinky monkey

coolest shower ever - you set the temp control and you never have to adjust the water to get the right temperature

cool shelves!

closer look at window

Thursday, August 29, 2013

drilla from manila

I'm busily painting my bathroom (almost done! just need the granite and sink installed!) and putting my downstairs back together now that the shelves are done (note to self: buy less DVDs in your next life because it's a pain to carry them up and down the stairs).

coolest shower ever

new shelves
 But I did manage to do some climbing this weekend. I went to Lime Park, which is the middle of nowhere, and accessible by a pretty scary dirt mountain road. Surprisingly there were three groups of climbers camped there. Luckily they weren't climbing so the fun hog and I had the whole wall to ourselves.


leading a 5.8 - never thought I'd be the kind of climber that would be able to lead stuff after not climbing very much but I guess I am now - as the fun hog says "god hates a coward"

I am not sure what I'm doing in this picture. Scratching my nose? This was a fun climb, half face and half crack climbing.


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

clam vs skunk

Last night the fun hog and I were hanging out in his back yard, having a drink (we had just finished priming my bathroom) and watching an episode of Fringe on his outside TV (you need a TV outside to be an official red neck). Our relaxing evening was suddenly interrupted by fh's dog who decided it would be a great idea to stick her face into a bush where a skunk was hiding.

At first we weren't sure what had happened. She ran away from the bush and made a beeline for the house. She kept snorting and rubbing her nose with her paw. I was like "what the fuck is she doing?" and then we smelled the skunk. FH was like "she just got sprayed" so we ran over to the house and grabbed her as she was walking into the kitchen. FH dragged her outside and I ran to my car and grabbed my headlamp out of my climbing pack. He only had clamato tomato juice, so I'm not sure how much that helped with the smell. After he gave her a clamato rub down I brought down some oatmeal dog shampoo and we gave her an outside shower.

Then we went looking for the skunk. The little bastard had stayed in the bush and was watching as we gave the dog a bath.The skunk was huge. So fh went to get his rifle but by the time he was back the skunk was gone. We waited around for a while but the skunk never came back.

However, the smell lingered. We turned on a fan to clear the downstairs and that worked pretty successfully but the yard still reeks of skunk.

Tonight we're going to try to find it and shoot it. The skunk has been around for a while and I'm pretty sure it's hit other dogs in the neighborhood. So his ass deserves to get capped. Stinking bastard.

the leap

Last week was busy with my upstairs bathroom in full swing (I'm doing some of the work to save money...you know, the simple but tedious tasks that I can't fuck up, like peeling caulk off my tub), work, and of course playing.

Saturday I went to a new climbing place in Golden. There's a hike in so luckily no one was there except for myself and the fun hog. It was an interesting day.

I started up the first climb, which we initially thought was a 5.8, but that ended up being a 10+ (and I've hardly been climbing). I broke a hold off headed to the third bolt and then took a 10 foot lead fall when I missed the fourth bolt. So the fun hog decided we should climb something simpler, and we moved to an area of the cliff that we thought had 5.9s. But the one he led ended up being another 10+ (I guess they don't grade them more specifically because the holds keep breaking off - the more you climb them the harder they get).


a picture where I'm not wearing sunglasses and a hat - rapping off the 5.11


a close up of my ass - yeah I know the rope is twisted, I'd just finished a traverse and was about to go under the rope to untwist it
I ended up following the 10+ and then climbed over the arete to feed the rope through anchors on a climb we thought was the 5.8 (we basically spent the whole day climbing the wrong climbs because the map was fucky). I put a quick draw on the final bolt under the anchors as I was lowering on the supposed 5.8 for 3 points of contact (not like the anchors would fail...maybe...safety first). As I was lowering I looked at the climb, which was really overhung and not very feature rich. As I landed on the deck I told the fun hog "this looks harder than a 5.8".

We aren't sure what the grade is, would guess it was a 5.11 or harder. FH started leading but you had to climb over a big ledge that was all slopers at the top so there wasn't anything to grab to pull up on. Plus, you could only squat under the roof on a sloper ledge. I'm guessing as we climb more we'll be able to pull the ledge but neither of us could do it.

Then clouds started moving in and I was worried that it was going to rain. The rock hasn't been climbed much and has moss all over it. Moss + rain += shit show. But...I had left two quick draws on the anchors and one on the last bolt.

Quick draws are expensive.

So fun hog said he could help pull me up to the top to retrieve our gear (of course I had every fucking thing in my pack except a prusik). I barely made it over the ledge even with fh pulling me and me pulling on a quick draw I had put in above the ledge. I ended up trying to stand on what ever I could get my feet on (the hands were worthless - I knocked a hold off that was the size of a baby's head barely grabbing it). I finally made it to the top and got our gear back. Surprisingly, since I wasn't really climbing, it was the hardest thing I climbed the whole day.

Looking forward to more climbing there!

and then fun hog, who commented that I never have pics taken where people can see my face, snuck took this picture and then sent it to me with the caption "I'm a dork!" - then he said "why can't you ever look normal in a picture?"

Friday, August 9, 2013

don't mind the explosions on my back deck

I bought one of those stretchy green hoses to water my upper deck flower garden. I drilled a hole in the side deck wall and ran it up the gutter so I could access the water spigot below the deck.



stretchy hose coiled on upper deck
 Even though we've had a lot of rain I decided to add some water to the self watering planters yesterday. I went downstairs and turned the hose on. My contractor Neal was standing near his saw.

From the upper deck, Neal's saw
As I turned on the hose I heard a loud POP. Then water started spraying off the upper deck. I was under the deck so I was fine, but Neal was standing right in the line of water fire. We were both like "what the FUCK just happened?" I turned off the hose and went upstairs on the deck.

my fucking stretchy hose exploded

Somehow pressure, I guess, built up in the hose (hasn't been turned on for a while) and the top part blew off. Neal said "I think those fucking things are guaranteed for life. You should get your fucking money back!"

Haha. My dad suggested that I get a different type of hose.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

last home improvement project started!

Upstairs bathroom was demolished yesterday. And my contractor discovered that my water pipe, which is right against a brick wall, was "insulated" with newspaper. Shockingly it never froze.

This is what the downstairs shelves used to look like. Drywall and board shelves. Ghetto.

The new shelves in progress. There will be floating shelves and cabinets (granite covering the top of the cabinets.

Monday, August 5, 2013

most ridiculous dog in the world

One of the dogs I'm watching is a chihuahua / italian greyhound mix. He's 2 years old and the most ridiculous dog I've ever known. He spent 5 minutes chasing an ant around on the patio trying to eat it (he was never quite able to catch it).

Some pictures...

"Maybe you should let me drive." He doesn't understand that you have to drive aggressively in city traffic.

I yelled at him for jumping up on the bed and he decided to hide his head under the bed for 10 minutes.

I guess he's working on his tan.

He has a toy bone that he randomly drops all over the house so I took it from him. He wasn't happy and when I gave it back he sat on his dog bed glaring at me and clutching the bone in his teeth. Yeah, I was intimidated.

dog sitter goes crazy

A friend of mine asked me to house sit and watch his dogs while he was at Sturgis this past weekend. He also presented me with a cleaning challenge (if there's one thing I'm great at it's cleaning). His hot tub cover leaked while the hot tub was drained and it got all ick inside. Friends of his will be in town this coming weekend and he wanted to fill it so they can hang out in it at night. Full disclosure, I use the hot tub for my knee so it's in my best interest for it to be clean.

So I did some research, bought a special sponge, and then, on Friday, after my friend had left I looked at the hot tub.

oy vey!
I got to work and had it clean in no time.
cleanest hot tub EVER
Then, because I can't help myself, I cleaned his house. Not that it was dirty. But I ended up vacuuming all the window sills, cleaning the windows, wiping base boards, and doing all the stuff normal people don't do.

By then it was Saturday around noon and because one of his dogs is old she can't be left for long periods of time, and I thought...well...since I'm here...

And I cleaned his garage.

you could eat off the floor
At that point I think my asperger's kicked in over drive. I installed the magic mesh door he bought a year ago but hadn't had a chance to install. I patched up nail holes in the bathroom walls and repainted it. I even reorganized his downstairs closet.
before

after...yeah, I am awesome
 Today I took some stone remnants from his front yard and built a path around the hot tub so no one has to step on gravel when opening it.

I really don't know what's wrong with me. But I think it explains why people really like to have me as a friend. Though, my friend is coming home from sturgis early. Maybe he's afraid of what I'll do next...

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

robots ARE safe drivers

This weekend the fun hog and I went to an area called coffee pot to do some hiking and biking. Coffee pot is on a mesa and there's a steep scary windy 16 mile dirt road you have to drive to get there. The road has a lot of hairpin turns, areas so narrow two cars can't pass each other, and huge drop offs (basically, you don't want to run off the road).

Saturday we did the devil's causeway (the 10 mile loop, not the wimpy 6 miler) and literally got to the car right as a torrential downpour started.

on the narrow section of the devil's causeway
I didn't think much about the rain until Sunday afternoon when we attempted to drive down coffee pot road so we could go to the glenwood springs hot springs. It had rained steadily from around 4 pm saturday until around 1 pm on sunday. The dirt road was a fucking mess. There was thick mud everywhere and it was almost impossible to control the truck. Add to that other cars coming up the road. Scary.

So FH decided, about halfway down the road, that I should take a turn driving. I'd never driven his truck before so that made things even more interesting. I started on a straight section of the road and things were going okay. Then I drove around a hairpin turn and quickly realized the truck was going to go where it wanted in spite of me trying to steer. That mud was harder to drive in than snow or ice.

I sort of got control of the truck and was starting to relax when suddenly, around a turn in front of me, we saw a guy in a truck with a horse trailer coming towards us. There was a pull out on the turn that he could have used to let me pass but FH thinks he was afraid to stop in the mud. The truck was coming towards us at a very narrow section of the road. I tried to brake and coax the truck over to the side so the guy could pass but the truck neither slowed nor went in the direction I was steering. I felt the panic rise at the thought I was going to total FH's truck less than 60 seconds after I had started driving it.

I said "I have no control over the truck. The truck is not stopping." I kept feathering the brakes and trying to steer. I literally got the truck over and stopped about 2 feet away from the truck coming towards us.

I'm about to total your $60,000 truck
I got the truck back on the road after the other truck passed us. My hands were literally shaking. FH said "good job driving" and I was like "are you kidding???? I almost just wrecked your truck!" I showed him how my hands were shaking and he started making fun of me saying I had said "the truck is not stopping" in such a robotic voice that he didn't even realize I was scared. Then he said "well, if you had driven the truck off the cliff I would have died but they would have just had to replace your circuits".

Ha. Ha. Ha.

The rest of the story is that we decided to stay until Monday morning because we didn't want to risk hauling the toy hauler down that shit road for fear it would jack knife or possibly slide off the cliff and pull the truck with it. We figured there was no way it would keep raining after the skies cleared on Sunday. After all, we're having a drought.

Except that around 4 pm on Sunday it did start raining again, and rained consistently through the night. I wondered if I was going to have to call into work and if we'd be stuck until Tuesday. Luckily it stopped raining around 830 Monday morning and by 11 am we were able to get down coffee pot road. Not saying it was easy but FH is a great driver.

Moral of the story: my family brings torrential downpours every place we go, even the middle east.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

my tile adventure rivals Jason's Deli

On Saturday all my friends had something to do, and I had been drinking wine the night before with my friend Camile and decided maybe I didn't want to get up in 4 hours and do Long's Peak, so I decided to finish up the rest of my to do list in preparation for my upstairs bathroom remodel which will hopefully start mid-August.

My contractor Neal suggested that I look at a tile store (that I'm sure would have blown my budget) that he uses frequently. I also was supposed to pick out some baseboard at a lumber yard. The advantage to shopping where Neal suggests is that he picks the shit up so I don't have to haul it in my car.

I left for the lumber yard only to discover, after sitting for almost a half hour in traffic, that it was closed. What, no one buys lumber on Saturday??? I carried on down the same street (Santa Fe) because the tile place was only a mile from the lumber place.

I sat in traffic for about 45 minutes, barely moving. I was like what the fucking fuck is going on around here? I found out when I got to the Alameda intersection. Fucking Santa Fe was closed for construction.

On a mission, I decided to take some back roads (really having not even the faintest clue as to where I was going) and finally managed to get back on to Santa Fe. The tile store was so close I could smell the grout. And Santa Fe was CLOSED about a quarter of a mile from the tile store.

I looked around for a place to park Jake figuring I'd walk to the tile store (in 100 degree heat no less, that's how badly I wanted to get the tile picked and off my to do list). No dice. I went home, had a glass of wine, whined to my mom, looked up another tile place, and headed out again.

The place I went to is called "world of tile" although, compared to other tile places I visited during my kitchen remodel, they didn't have THAT many tiles. No one was shopping there for tiles so a dude named Michael was able to immediately assist me. I found what I wanted in 2 minutes. Shockingly, it was also $12 under budget (that NEVER happens to me). So I was like "Michael, this is all so great, but I should warn you, everything I picked out for my kitchen was out of stock or discontinued." He was like "well, at world of tile, we have EVERYTHING in stock."

A couple of clicks later on the computer and he admitted "um, we're going to have to order that."

Meh.

Supposedly it will come in today. Stay tuned for pictures. Michael was like "oh, what a beautiful room!" when I showed him the upstairs bathroom pics and I was like "um, it hasn't been redone yet." Hopefully he was kissing my ass and doesn't have super bad taste because I took his recommendation.

I miss Christine.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

things I don't need to see (don't read if you're eating)

Yesterday evening the fun hog and I went for a bike ride and then decided to check out the new patio at Illegal Pete's on Broadway.

We went out to the patio and ordered beers (happy hour, $2.50). Then the fun hog graciously offered to get us some food. While we had been drinking our beer I noticed a youngish (20s) blond haired kid in normal looking clothes who walked onto the patio with a huge can of budweiser. He sat at a table in the middle of the patio. Seemed normal so I didn't pay any more attention to him....

Until I heard this terrible noise. It sounded like someone trying to fill a bathtub. I looked behind me and the blond kid had his head down on the table and was puking, not violently, just kind of...like the puke was rolling out of his mouth like a waterfall.

I walked up to the bar and tapped the bartender on the arm. "There's a kid puking over there" I said, pointing at the kid. "Oh, I just clocked out" she said. Three other people who were sitting on the patio started complaining (kid was still puking). A guy who worked there came out, took a look at the kid, went back inside, and busied himself at the cash register.

I went back up to the bar and was like "you HAVE to do something". Families were coming in and the kids were running by puke boy. Plus, I was not really excited about eating a burrito while someone puked behind me. The bartender made a phone call and around that time FH came out with the food.

I said "Let's face the other way and don't look behind you." He was like "You mean at the guy covered in puke?" Um, yeah. At some point the kid was removed and the puke was washed away. Overall I think the incident was handled badly by the staff. It took forever for them to respond and do anything. The off duty bartender said "oh, he was probably just drinking and had too much." The on duty bartender said "he was probably out with friends".

But if that were the case where were the friends? If he was super drunk why did he sit in the middle of the patio instead of at the edge where he would be less obvious? The off duty bartender said "I don't recognize him and I've been on duty all day." No shit. He wasn't even drinking a beer they served.

Granted I'm not great at understanding people but to me it seemed like a cry for help. This kid walks into a restaurant with alcohol and is so inebriated he's puking all over himself. Except for the bartender going over to him no one tried to help him.

I postulated to the fun hog that he was depressed about something, obviously feeling alone, and went to the restaurant to get some attention, even if negative. I hope he was taken to a hospital if that was the case and that he got help, or is getting help. The fun hog said "you just made up a whole story about this kid's life and maybe he was out with friends, had too much to drink, wanted to get some food, but didn't quite make it." Maybe that's the case.

I did nothing to help him. I don't know if I should feel bad about that.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

it turns out it wasn't about farts

On the 4th of July a friend of mine, who (obviously) has kids sent me an email and all it contained was this:

http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=W_WtTAQf-9Y&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DW_WtTAQf-9Y

So I watched the link, which is for a cartoon about 
these things called octonauts that go around exploring 
shit under the ocean. 

I sent the following response, a commentary as I watched the cartoon:


Part of me has a hard time getting past the fact that these dudes look like fucked up Japanese sex toys.

Have to admit I'm totally trashed. 4th of July, lots of fireworks.

How weird that they make the what ever whale things speak with a texan accent. People always fucking copy me and end up famous*.

Is that a fucking rabbit in an air breather? I like the dude with the eye patch and the russian narwhale dudes. Seven minutes in. Someone better fart and make me laugh.

Cool. There's an autistic dude, wonder if he's an aspie...

K, there's weird vegetables talking and a dude that looks like an amputee. Or maybe I'm drunker than I thought.

Haha, pseudo orcas to save the day. Why are those fucking vegetables sitting on top of him? Oh, they're bow head whales, those pseudo orcas. What ever. They look like orcas. I kind of like orcas even though they kill great whites.

Probably not sober enough to email. Or watch cartoons. So please ignore this. There was some factual truth in the cookie cutter shark cartoon. Will have to investigate this thing about narwhales or how ever the fuck you spell (dear yahoo, stop underlining my shit in red when it's mis-spelled because it's fucking annoying - is this a feature I turned on? fuck me) it getting trapped in ice later. Too drunk to sit upright on my exercise ball so it's hard to type and do a google search. Thanks for sharing.

Happy fucking 4th of July! Think I need another drink. Cheers and gunpowder!

Aforementioned friend never responded to my email, so I thought, hm, maybe don't email that friend while drunk anymore. Then today I got this:

I wouldn't know what a fucked up Japanese sex toy looked like but am impressed you do. I sent it to you because of the whales talking Texan, thought you might enjoy. 

Hope you blew some shit up for the 4th!

For the record, I know what the toys look like because I saw them in a movie. I like subtitles because it's like reading a book but with pictures. And someone did fart in the cartoon, though it was toward the end.

I guess I should stop assuming everyone is as obsessed with farts as I am.

Though, haha, forgot to mention in my post about my aunt and uncle, that at one point at dinner I said "this isn't like a REAL family dinner because no one has mentioned farts or poop". Minutes later their neighbor sent an email of their dog pooping in his (the neighbor's) yard and then we started talking about farts. It was nice for things to be normal.

*in my children's book the great white sharks, aka the whitey biteys, speak with a texan accent 

Monday, July 15, 2013

I'm not the only one who thinks my swamp cooler is an asshole

A guy named Bill showed up first thing Thursday morning to fix my swamp cooler since everything I had tried had failed and my only option was to start drilling holes, which I didn't feel comfortable doing.

It turns out the reason the pulley kept loosening and falling off is because the set screw is supposed to screw into a little piece of metal called the key that goes under the set screw.
My key had somehow gone missing. No idea what happened to it. And unfortunately it's not something you can go out and buy. Bill made a key out of some metal bits he had in his truck. I don't think he realized that his voice carried through the vent that goes from the swamp cooler into my house because he was cursing at my swamp cooler and he seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't curse if he thought someone would hear him. He called my swamp cooler a "fucking thing!" and "piece of shit". I also heard him pounding it with his wrench.

It works now.

The suck part is the pillow bearing (that round metal thing behind the pulley) is shot to shit and the rod the pulley is mounted on is warped from when the pulley came loose and those two things can't be fixed.

Bottom line, I have to get a new swamp cooler next year. Oh well. I learned a lot.


the jason's deli adventure

My Aunt Sarah and Uncle David arrived in Denver Friday night. My aunt was recovering from altitude sickness. We walked to wahoo's in the rain. So much for the drought. As soon as they showed up so did the rain.

Which leads me to the adventure...Saturday we went to Roxborough and did a hike.


On the way home we were talking about what to do for dinner. Initially we were thinking to walk somewhere. But then we decided to go to jason's deli because my uncle wanted a salad, it has a salad bar, and I'd never been there. I found the closest jason's deli, which was on union street in Lakewood, and got directions.

As we had been hiking a storm was moving in. As the afternoon wore on the sky got darker and darker. By the time we were ready to go to dinner a torrential downpour had started as well as a pretty spectacular display of lightning.

No worries, I thought, running to the car. I can drive in this easily. But as we drove down my street we saw manhole covers that had popped off. Water was bursting out of them like a street water feature or something.

I got on the highway and water from other cars was splashing on my windshield, momentarily blinding me. And traffic was terrible. I turned off on 6th Avenue and there was standing water everywhere. Cop cars were blocking some of the exit ramps because they were flooded. My aunt saw a car submerged in the water off one of the exit ramps. I started thinking maybe going out in the storm was a bad idea.

We finally got to our exit (I was looking at east bound 6th avenue, which had stopped traffic, thinking "that's going to suck on the way home"). Feeling relieved I told my aunt and uncle "so it's only two blocks from here!"

EXCEPT the fucking street was barricaded by cop cars. All traffic was being routed down a side street. Since Lakewood is a suburb I never go there and had no idea where we were going. Hoping the designers of Lakewood might have at least made some of the streets on a grid, I started making a bunch of turns figuring we'd get to jason's deli from the other side of union. Meanwhile my uncle was putting the address in my gps.

We got to union street finally and that was when the gps came to life. We were driving past a gas station and the gps said "you have reached your destination!" But it was lying. I drove behind and around the gas station. No jason's deli. I drove around the other side of union street. No deli.

So I called them and asked where their location was in reference to the gas station. They were a block away. And I also asked if they had power because a lot of the buildings on union street didn't have power. They did so I got back on union street and drove a block.

There was a cop car blocking the road AGAIN and we couldn't see the deli. I pulled an illegal u-turn, drove down an alley behind a bunch of office buildings, drove through another parking lot and FINALLY there was the deli.

We parked catty corner to the deli and got out in the still driving rain. We crossed the street and arrived to some employees who were very happy to see us. It was virtually empty inside the deli. They seemed a little surprised, actually, that we had made it with the blocked roads.

As we sat down with our salads I watched the cop car drive away. Really? After everything we had been through and walking through the rain to get there NOW the cop car decides to leave????

The rain finally stopped, we finished our salads, and walked back to the car...EXCEPT that the sprinkler system around the sidewalk we had to use kicked on after the rain and was spraying water all over the sidewalk. My uncle and I chose to walk on the street but my aunt ran through the sprinklers with her umbrella.



Earlier in the day my uncle had asked why I didn't get a newspaper to find out about local news. I replied "local news is stupid". So we had to laugh when we got back to my car because farther away in the parking lot was a channel 9 news truck broadcasting.

Is a blocked road that exciting if you aren't trying to get to Jason's Deli????