So, I am known to be a little over dramatic. Maybe exaggerate a little at times. I've been venting quite a bit lately about all of the work I've been doing around the new house. However, if you stop over, you'd probably think it's all talk since little has been accomplished since we officially moved in, in late July. The new house fits the old onion analogy pretty well. Each time I start a job and peel back a layer, it exposes a new challenge or heatbreak. Let's take window painting for example. I crack open one open, well more like violently pry and suprise! Oh, don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks. It's actually worse. So my little painting job becomes a day of chiseling, measuring, sawing, nailing, sanding and caulking. 8 hours or so later, I am back on track.
So, Iceman is basically 5 weeks out. I had every intention of starting training today. I have not done any consistent training since July. Today I was greeted by blue paint all over the carpet and a broken furnace. Luckily, my dad teaches furnace repair and talked me through getting it going over the phone.
Guess Iceman training starts tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
And I wake up in the middle of the night with an aching chest, stuffed sinus cavity and sore thoat. Guess Iceman training starts in a few days. Son of a B****!
ReplyDeleteSucks bro - when you get it together let me know so we can get a ride in before Iceman. And quit it with all the Bob Villa stuff, save that sh!t for the winter months. Just burn the furniture to stay warm ;)
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