Category Archives: Local

Grilling With Style

Bought a new gas grill today. The old one was rusted out and too small – I had bought it for camping and got many good years of burgers and steaks from it. But it was time to go. I found one at Sam’s Club for a fair price and tossed that sucker into the back of my pickup truck and hauled it home. No assembly required – just have to hook up the propane tank and marinate the steaks. Its gonna be some good food here in a couple of hours!

Fireworks from the Riverbank

Nashville always has a free concert and fireworks show on the Fourth of July. We have the Nashville symphony that plays during the fireworks – a whole list of classical patriotic songs. But we also have 3 or 4 other types of music before the show.We all just meet up down by the river and spread out blankets on the grass to watch the shows and drink beer.

The free concerts last all afternoon and up until about 9:30, then the family drag their tired asses home and the young people hit the bars to keep on keeping on. Good times!

Going for a Ride

When I first moved here, one of the biggest challenges of being in a new city was navigation. It was simple enough to read a map – there was no such thing as GPS back then – and get from my house to a major destination like the downtown, my job, the mall, etc. But the challenge became finding the obscure places, like the dentist office and where to get your tags renewed, and finding alternate routes in case there was a traffic jam or bad weather that blocked the fastest route.

It used to be fun to take the bike and just head out for a couple of exploring the back roads and learning my way around. Now that I know most of the roads and alternate routes, and I have routine of places to go, I almost never just “go for a ride” anymore. I kinda miss that. Maybe I should spend a couple hours next weekend and head out of my comfort zone, just to look at the scenery and see what might have changed.

This Grass Grows Fast

We have had a lot of Spring rain, so between the rain, the grass seed I put down last month, and the warmer temps, my yard is growing grass like crazy. It needs to be cut at least once a week in normal weather, which usually burns an hour of my Saturday mornings. My grass could actually use a second, mid week cut to keep it from getting our of control.

I went ahead and cut the grass this morning around 8:00 and got it out of the way. I even bagged the clippings so that the lawn doesn’t have a problem with thatch. A quick shower, then I was off to my girl’s house to scoop her up and head over to the Lake. It was crowded as hell, and we barely got a place to park. In fact, there were so many fucking kids running around screaming and crying that we got sick of it and left earlier than planned.

Dropped her off at home to get changed and cleaned up, then we are heading downtown for some bar hopping and clubbing. That’s my weekend so far.

 

Fuckers Egged My Car

Came out to my car this morning and found someone fucktards had thrown eggs on the car sometime during the night. I had parked on the street because my girl had got to the house before me and she was parked in the driveway. Looks like they got my neighbor’s car on the street, too.

Two of the eggs hit the windshield and one hit the drivers side window, side mirror and slid down the door. I got the garden hose and tried to wash it off, but dried egg is a fucking mess to try to clean off. I had to go inside and get some dish washing detergent and put that on the egg stains, let it set for a few minutes and then scrub the hell out of it with a kitchen sponge. Of course, all that scrubbing ruined the fucking wax job. I’m just glad it didn’t actually eat away any of the paint. I can take it to the car wash tomorrow and get the whole detailing package to fix the marred  wax.

Those little ghetto punks have crossed the line this time. we’ve been having trouble on my street for about 3 months now. I think it’s time some of us who live here get a little more aggressive about finding out who these punks are and putting a stop to their shit.