Today, just pictures of my budding lawn. If this pans out for me, I’ll post exactly what I did with step by step pictures. If it fails? Well I’ll still post it and you guys can tell me what I did wrong.

So I was reading the powerball’s faq and whoever wrote it is a funny guy, here are a few gems:

DO POWERBALL TICKETS EXPIRE?
Yes. The Universe is decaying and nothing lasts forever.

YOUR ODDS / PROBABILITIES ARE WRONG.
Are not.

CAN I PLAY POWERBALL FROM OUTSIDE THE STATE OR THE U.S.?
No. Repeat as necessary.

POWERBALL BECOMES A PREMIUM JACKPOT GAME
Celebrate the $2 bill and use it to play the new American premium big jackpot game.

http://www.powerball.com/pb_contact.asp

I was at my usual alcohol retailer today and noticed one of Stone Brewings boxes sitting on the shelf.  “Our beer isn’t too expensive…” and then it cut off around the box’s edge.  I had to pause and think about this for a second, beer being too expensive, the bottle on the shelf was only $4.99.  Then it hit me, that’s a lot of money for some people, especially for something as standard and interchangable as beer. I mean, I know people who are happy paying $14 for a 30 pack and thats that.

But corn water isn’t something I want to pay $14 for.

If I can make it out of a store with a $50 case of beer, I consider myself super lucky, because that means I got exactly what I want. This beer isn’t going to be consumed one after another until I’m happy, I’ll probably drink one or two a night for a fortnight.  What beer it is really depends on what I feel like the previous day.  I mean, right now I’m drinking a Goose Island Nut Brown Ale, even though I have half full cases of River Horse Pumpkin and Dogfish Head Aprihop, choices.

Good beer is worth paying for to me because I love beer, I love the hard to pick out flavors that appear and dissapear at different temperatures.  For less calories than a bottle of soda, I can enjoy something one, for $7-8 dollar, and never have to taste the same beer again if I want. With so many different beers in this country, I really should make an effort to branch out a little more, try some of those rarer beers, those expensive beers that Stone talks about, and enjoy something for the first and last time because I move on to something new and different.

My house is on a busy side street, it leads directly to the hospital and runs parallel to an even busier county road.  People walk by as I diddle about doing my groundskeepings and I say “hello” in passing, they usually say reply and thank me for getting out of their way.

I’ve been installing a front lawn these past 3 days, it’s actually fairly taxing work and I’ve only completed 700 square feet so far.  But how can I be so sure of the sq. footage? Science my friend.  I’m using this ground covering to protect my grass seed.  It’s a little pricey, the whole 700 sq. ft. has cost about $100 so far.  I put down 3 of those mats and I have to say that they’re doing their job!

Pennington – It holds your seeds in place.

When you work in a factory, fitting in is a very important.  Getting along with your fellow blue-collar workers is your job, moreso in a union joint.  Thankfully, I’m no union man, but I do have the pleasure of working in a dirty, dusty plant.  Now, I don’t actually work down on the floor, I just take pictures and measure stuff, but I watch the guys mill about, talk crap to one another, and swear like sailors. I like to think that they’re not muttering things under their breathe about me, but I know they do, because I do the same about other office workers, dog eat dog.

That’s where workplace swearing comes in.  My supervisor is dominican and swears in two languages. He’s been nice enough to teach me a little bit of spanish (a little more than I already understand, which is half of what he says to his mother) and a little bit of golf (avid golfer, handicap of 7). No terms are off limits in the office, so long as no one is present and that’s the same way that I am with my close friends, no words are out of bounds, speak your mind, let me know how you really feel.

And in that regard, people where I work don’t let me know how they feel, but word gets around.  I say the same for some of the other office workers who’ve never lifted a finger, but when shit hits the fan, I, like my boss, get down and dirty.  I once had a foreman who loved to belittle his crew by making them sweep the walkway.  It wasn’t a matter of punishment or a shot at your pride, but the one time the old man storeroom keeper spoke up and complained, that foreman had that old man in tears after his eruption of off-color language.