Friday, August 29, 2008

Jeep, or Heap?

Some of you may know that I drive a Jeep Cherokee. I love my Jeep. For the last two and a half years it has been one of the most reliable vehicles I have ever owned and for that reason I will continue to buy Jeep products. Though I am picky about them. Has to be a 4.0L engine and a 5speed transmission. Jeeps had issues with using automatic transmissions that were weak and I tend to abuse the vehicle I drive.
Tuesday my little Cherokee decided it wanted to start leaking oil. I have had cars in the past that would leak oil. I once had a 1974 Plymouth Duster that would leak oil from different spots periodically. But all those oil leaks developed slowly over time. This one is fast, and came on within a few minutes. I left for lunch, went to my moms house and it was not leaking when I left there. When I got back to work, it was leaking. It's only leaking when it's running too, so I know it's not the drain plug. Wednesday I started the Jeep up, looked under the hood and saw a very steady drip coming out of an electrical plug. It's for the oil pressure sending unit which goes to the guage on the dash that tells you your oil pressure. So I pressed the little rubber grommet back in that had come out thinking that would solve it. Nope, still leaking. So I sealed it with some silicone. Nope, still leaking. At least the plug isn't leaking anymore... :-)
Now I get to go to the parts house and see if they can even get the oil pressure sending unit for my Jeep. Hopefully it won't be a dealer part. I'm actually less concerned about the sending unit as I am the plug that I siliconed together. If I have to replace that I'm really going to be upset. The wire from it goes into a cluster of about 15 different wires and I haven't had a chance to chase it down yet to find out how hard it's going to be to replace. I suppose I can always cut and splice the new plug in, but that will just not look good. It's all about appearance (says the man with a Forest Service Green Jeep Cherokee).
Oh well, at least my Cherokee doesn't have the other inheirent problems that some Cherokee owners have. Like oil building up in the air filter box, or electrical gremlins. Well, at least I don't have them YET!!!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

People kill me.

I'm thinking it may be time for a change of subject. I'm going to venture down a road less traveled now. Some may say it's a paranormal road; some may say it's a road of hoax and pitfalls. To me, it's a very real road and we'll get to why shortly.
A few days ago I received an instant message from my step-son asking if I had seen the news lately. Well, being honest I said no. Apparently two men in Georgia had found a dead body of a bigfoot or sasquatch as some of you may know them. With great skepticism I went to the link my son provided. Hmm, something isn't right here.
Okay, now I think it's time for a little back ground. Those of you with kids know that it's important to find a bonding link between you and each of your children. Individual bonding links are even better, as they give you and the child a one-on-one topic or activity that you can share. Bigfoot is the link between Jarrett and I.
When I was a kid, probably 11 or 12 years old, I was out shooting with a few members of my family. I was walking back to the house alone through the woods and a feeling came over me. I can't really describe it, but something very calm came over me and I stopped. I slowly turned in a half circle scanning the trees for anything that might be around me and my eyes came to rest on a large dirty white / gray creature. At that age I was already somewhere in the 5'5" to 5'7" range and this thing was much taller than me. Hindsight and common sense being what it is, I would bet anywhere from 6'6" to 7' even. His shoulders were broad, there was no neck to speak of and his head was very large. Almost conical, but not dramatically like Dan Aykroyd in Coneheads. The best description I can give would be Harry from Harry and the Henderson's. Only grayish white.
So to say I'm a believer would be a dramatic understatement. I have been in various discussions or debates with people over the years about it and I have come to realize that everyone has an opinion on the matter, and I'm open to any explanation. I do however hold out constant hope that someone in the scientific community will capture a live bigfoot, or find the body of one. Anything that can offer solid proof for the people that have not been lucky enough to witness one first hand.
Over the years I have done my research. I have heard many names, both of those respected in the bigfoot community, and those known to be causes of doubt by concocting hoaxes; and the names that I was reading about I had never heard. Keeping an open mind I thought maybe two people had gone hunting and found the body. Nope, not so lucky. I read on further and found the two people in question had recently started a website where they proclaimed themselves the "worlds best bigfoot hunters". Really? The best? Okay, I'll bite. Is this real?
I did a little more research. I have found the best information and the most accurate information on two websites: and I encourage you to check these sights out if you have any questions about the exsistance but are open to the possibility. Anyway, I figured if anyone had been able to get extensive information on this, they would have. I was right. I found the real story behind what was going on. The people in question were just trying to make money from a gorilla suit in a freezer. It's really sad to think that people actually paid these morons for a glimps of a hoax.
I just don't understand how someone can come up with something like this and then play it out like it's all for real. Isn't fraud a crime? I guess it's nothing more abnormal than the National Enquirer though. They claim things all the time that aren't true. I don't think they go to the extreme that these idiots did, but I guess in theory it's the same thing.
Anyway, if you have a little time, google the Georgia Bigfoot body.
Until next time... :-)

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Holy cow! I need a goat!

All winter long I'm chomping at the bit to get back out into my yard. This past winter I had plans for the fire pit, where I was going to put our BBQ, a section on the side yard that needs grass planted, bushes that needed to be yanked out and replaced with smaller bushes, and quite a few other things. I did get the fire pit done, kind of. Oh, and I laid brick down for the bbq. Other than that, it's all I can do to keep it mowed and looking nice.
It really hasn't been a very hot summer for the most part, but there have been so many other things going on that I just don't seem to have the time. Where does it all go? It stays light later, and yet I don't seem to have enough daylight hours. Or maybe it's that I don't have enough energy. Yeah, that's it. I don't have enough energy.
I really should write down a list of everything I want to accomplish in the yard before fall. Things like yanking out the large cedar bushes surrounding my house. Cedars are great for shade, but lets be honest, they are ugly and they hide the beauty of the house. I tried trimming them, but being a rental house, no one before us has really taken care of them and they are so big now that they can't be trimmed down to an acceptable size. There are also two huge Yew "bushes" (they are supposed to be trees, but being that close to the house, they are only up to the roof line) that need to be yanked out. Next to each of the Yew's there are stumps from two other Yews that are starting to grow back. I would think if you whack a plant off at the feet, it should not be able to survive but these Yew's are not having any trouble. These particular bushes don't seem to offer any shade to the house so removing them is not even a slight consideration. I had been waiting to talk to the land lord about it, and he gave me the okay, and yet they still stand.
Again, back to the energy that I don't seem to have any of. It's not like I have a very draining job. I sit in a chair all day. You would think that I would be bursting at the seams with energy, but not so much. I think I'll start with a chain saw on the Cedars. I'll see what I can do to make them smaller. The Yew's are coming out. I'll take some before and after shots to show you all what Im talking about.
Well, better get back to work. It's sooooooo busy around here. Okay, maybe not.

Monday, August 4, 2008

It's August already

Remembering back to when I was single it seems like time didn't go by as fast. I'm sure there are people out there that may disagree but it seems to me that time really does fly when you are having fun. And Dena and I do have a lot of fun.
This weekend we had my kids, just like we do on alternating weekends. And like clock work, my daughter got there and asked if we could have a BBQ and a marshmallow roast. The kids really love having the fire at night. It was the best $50 I ever spent. We have a few friends over, light a fire and sit in the yard talking about all sorts of different things.
This weekend was no different. We didn't end up having a BBQ, but around 8:00 Dena's parents came out and we lit the fire. Then a couple of other friends showed up. All in all it was nice and quiet, with the exception of the occasional dog barking (my dog is old and I think she barks because she hears voices in her head). Everyone else went home around 1:30am and I sat outside by the fire until almost 4am. At one point I fell asleep. It was so peaceful and quiet I couldn't help it. The next morning came way to early though. See I sent the kids to bed around 11:00, so they were ready to get up at 8. I, on the other hand, could have slept until... today. Oh well, it was still worth it. The kids love it. I think it makes them feel like they are part of the adult world. It's nice to share something we all enjoy.
The older I get, and the older my kids get the more I realize how short all of our time is together. It's the memories we form while we're together that will stay with us for our lives. I hope that I am able to provide my children with good memories. After all, they will eventually choose the home I go into...