The Younger Returns

Here are a few photos of the younger for you people to look at.

He is 8 months or so here. He doesn't like the flash so when he sees the red light that proceeds the flash, he squints up.

He got a kick-ass hat from Grandmama for Easter. It's a little big still, but I think he can pull it off.

He also got a sweater vest from the Mrs. He looked smart and all the ladies liked his groove.

This is the crew chillin'. The Younger is decked out in his Judo suit with red socks and he is about to get rough with Beau Bridges for moving in on his Mommy. It all worked out though and he decided to go to sleep instead.

Club Soda

I stopped at home mid day and let Beau Bridges out for a pee and a poop. He seemed happy about it. I grabbed a club soda, as I am want to do, and went back to work.
In brief, to catch up on the whole brake thing... Mulinax Mayfield inspected the truck and decided that the guy in Wickliffe lied and replaced my brakes and fixed my parking brake too. I was not charged. I think that the guy did not lie entirely because why would you replace good parts. I think maybe they never replaced what they said they did a year ago. Either way, I got new brakes and no more clunk in the ass end of my truck. It was a rare occasion when I won what was right from the man. Or not, as I already paid for the shit a year ago.

Mrs B and I were sick all weekend. No Activia needed. We failed to reach our goal of unpacking and installing screens in favor of staying in bed and sleeping in between dashes to the WC. The Younger was a champ and played quietly all weekend. Beau Bridges was good too.

The Daily Show is the best thing on television. Steven Colbert deserves mad props for slamming the Bush while the Bush was like 6 feet away. He is a stone cold dude. Rock on Colbert. I know Colbert is not longer on the Daily Show, but who can stay up until midnight? Anyway, The Daily Show is still better. Its the show Bill Marr wishes he could make.

Tomorrow I have to attend a seminar on asphalt paving. I am overjoyed. I am also getting a haircut.

My back is killing me. Probably from laying in bed too long but there was nothing for it. Woe to me.

What is the rule on undershirts and open necks? I wear them in the winter out of need to fight the cold. But in the summer they make me too hot. Also, I was told that the gays on Bravo don't like it and I am not going to wear a V-neck and a tank top is silly.

Dig This Bullshit

I have a keen truck. I use it everyday for work and play. I rely on my truck. This being said, I am in the habit of taking care of it. Yesterday while on my way home from visiting my Mom in the hospital I noted a grinding noise coming from the underparts. I stopped at the 1st repair shop, Mulinax Ford in Wickliffe, OH. I filled out the folio and dropped my keys.

Note to reader: I had service including rear brake replacement inclusive of rotor refacing and caliper lube etc as was as replacement of rear axel seals and lube in June of o5 at the Mulinax on Mayfield.

I got a call from the shop at 7:30 AM explained what I noted and told them to figure out what was wrong. They called back at 9AM and said I needed...that's right....rear brakes and axel seals.

I spent the next several hours on the phone in a state of controlled anger and frustration. Neither shop is willing to say, they are wrong in their findings or the work they did was inadequate.

Now I have to take the truck to Mayfield for further investigation and another dose of "not my fault".