Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Corn, soy and horse trailers
Corn, soy and horse trailers. About 90% of the trip from Ligonier to Indy.
Ahhhh, Indiana
I drive a lot for my job and I tend to like the summer months a bit more than the winter. The north side of Indiana is not a beautiful area in the winter. Most of the time I stick to the interstates but there are times when I let my GPS, Gabby, take me on a different route.
Some country roads lead to very interesting places. Unfortunately, I have never had my camera with me when I pass them. I have been trying to bring it with me more often but some of the things I have seen don't seem to be there anymore.
I swear I once stopped in some very small, single stop sign town, on the north side of Indiana, that had converted a drive-thru at a bank into a deer drop off for butchering. It was written in big, blood red letters on the side of the building. "We butcher your deer here". Then there is the bird place. I swear this was on the way back from Warsaw and somewhere north of Noblesville and south of Warsaw is a house that has been converted in to a tropical bird sanctuary with palm trees and sun room and giant cockatoos flying around.
Either way, I am trying to keep my camera with me now and trying to capture some of these things on film so that I can prove that I am not insane. Sadly, the only interesting things I saw this week are corn, soy and some pretty buildings in Columbus. But I will persevere. Too bad I did not have it while driving through Ligonier, I would have found out why there is a brass statue of a kid holding a pig. I think it was a pig.
Some country roads lead to very interesting places. Unfortunately, I have never had my camera with me when I pass them. I have been trying to bring it with me more often but some of the things I have seen don't seem to be there anymore.
I swear I once stopped in some very small, single stop sign town, on the north side of Indiana, that had converted a drive-thru at a bank into a deer drop off for butchering. It was written in big, blood red letters on the side of the building. "We butcher your deer here". Then there is the bird place. I swear this was on the way back from Warsaw and somewhere north of Noblesville and south of Warsaw is a house that has been converted in to a tropical bird sanctuary with palm trees and sun room and giant cockatoos flying around.
Either way, I am trying to keep my camera with me now and trying to capture some of these things on film so that I can prove that I am not insane. Sadly, the only interesting things I saw this week are corn, soy and some pretty buildings in Columbus. But I will persevere. Too bad I did not have it while driving through Ligonier, I would have found out why there is a brass statue of a kid holding a pig. I think it was a pig.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Hot, like Africa hot!
What is with this freakin' heat!? I mean come on! I think I just saw a duck spontaneously combust on the pond. It just exploded, the gas inside it expanded due to heat and BOOM! Plus, the kid doesn't like the pool right now. I am sure he will grow in to loving the pool. I did. But with this heat, really you can't just throw your kid outside and let them fend for themselves, they would get all toasty, like our lawn. I just want some reasonable weather. It seems like it went from cold as hell to hot as hell. I know, is hell both hot and cold? Is that even possible? Detroit.
Man I am feeling old. I am sore after soccer for days, my hair is fighting a losing battle with my scalp. My stomach, which used to be able to handle extreme bouts of alcohol followed by hot dogs from very questionable vendors and burritos that were not quite as big as my head but certainly close. Now if I look at a anything with a cooked onion after a couple beers I can expect a few more trips, hurried trips, to the bathroom that evening. I don't even want to stay out until 3 anymore. I think that is crazy. If I stay out until 3 the kid will still be up at 7 and I will not be a happy camper.
The kid, don't even get me started. I can't stand not seeing that little guy. He is just the best little thing to ever happen to the world. I am not kidding. I am sure the rest of the world moves on while we are sleeping but once we wake up he is our world and it is a great little planet we live on and i am happy to be part of it> okay something has happened< my capslock is on but not working right< none of my keys are working right> ahhhhhhhhh!
Man I am feeling old. I am sore after soccer for days, my hair is fighting a losing battle with my scalp. My stomach, which used to be able to handle extreme bouts of alcohol followed by hot dogs from very questionable vendors and burritos that were not quite as big as my head but certainly close. Now if I look at a anything with a cooked onion after a couple beers I can expect a few more trips, hurried trips, to the bathroom that evening. I don't even want to stay out until 3 anymore. I think that is crazy. If I stay out until 3 the kid will still be up at 7 and I will not be a happy camper.
The kid, don't even get me started. I can't stand not seeing that little guy. He is just the best little thing to ever happen to the world. I am not kidding. I am sure the rest of the world moves on while we are sleeping but once we wake up he is our world and it is a great little planet we live on and i am happy to be part of it> okay something has happened< my capslock is on but not working right< none of my keys are working right> ahhhhhhhhh!
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