As you might have noticed, I’m back home from 14 weeks of OSUT in Ft. Benning, GA. I’ll write about it when I have time, sorry for the delay!
Some of you might be asking, just what exactly does a lumberjack do when there is 10 feet of snow on the ground and 3 feet of ice on the lakes during the winter? Well, unless you feel like chopping a hole in the ice to log roll in, your options are fairly limited for outside exercise. It kind of puts the kibosh on my whole job too. Sure, you can build houses in the winter in Minnesota, but not without a butt load of clothes, warm coffee, and some Dr. Mcgillicuddy’s to throw into the coffee. It’s still pretty miserable no matter how you look at it.
So what is a lowly lumberjack to do? Why join the Army! No, seriously, I joined the Minnesota Army National Guard. As much as I’d like to go into some big patriotic rant about protecting my country, creating a safer place for my children to live in, loving my country, etc., I’m still going to have the onslaught of emails from people who think I’m crazy. (Don’t bother, I’ve already heard it.) When it comes to world politics, living like an ostrich with your head stuck in sand can get you into trouble. Don’t forget 9/11. Will I get sent to Iraq? No. At least not yet anyway. My unit is already on their way to Kosovo to do a NATO peace keeping mission. Because I haven’t yet gone to OSUT (Basic and AIT) I won’t be going anywhere. So if I do get deployed, it won’t be for a few years. “What if you get killed!!” If the only thing you think of in life is dying, you’re living for the wrong reasons my friend. Besides, I already work in the 9th most dangerous job industry in the United States. If I haven’t fallen off a roof and died at work yet, I’m sure as heck not going to worry about it in the Army.
So I’ll be spending the majority of the crappy months of Minnesota’s winter in Ft. Benning Georgia puking my guts out from PT, getting yelled at by Drill Sergeants, doing pushups until my arms fall off. Will I be back to log roll? Assuming I don’t get hurt and held back, yes I will be. I’m not quite sure when I’m leaving though. I was scheduled for March, but I was put on an earlier list to go in January. After Jan 1st, I may get 48 hours notice that I’m leaving. So basically, I’m clueless (as if I had to tell you).
There is absolutely no structure to what else I have to write here, I’m just going to randomly start regurgitating Crap (note the capital C) that has nothing to do with lumberjacking.
I really like building houses. I’d much rather be doing more of the design /architecture aspect though. I really don’t like living in Rochester, MN. I will probably go back to Minneapolis/St. Paul in a year or so when I finish up a bunch of projects here. Those house shows on TV where they rip apart a house and put it back together are cool as hell. (Trading Spaces, Monster House, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition) I love doing renovations like that. Anybody can build a new house. Not everyone can take a pile of crap and make it beautiful. (I’m a pro at working with crap. When I finish some of my projects, I’ll take pictures). Ty on Trading Spaces makes some pretty cool stuff. I’m pretty good with wood too. Here are some of my creations. Someone needs to give me my own show. It’d be like This Old House on steroids with some scantily clad women in tool belts thrown in for good measure.
I have a huge chocolate fetish. I once ate 24 Cadbury Creme Eggs in one sitting. I love my sister Tina for giving me another chocolate cook book for Xmas. Me bake? You bet your sweet little brownies I do. I can cook about anything, but I love making chocolate desserts. I can recite the recipes for fudge brownies, French silk pie, chocolate chip cookies, and fudge ecstasies by heart. I’m not talking that store bought crap either. I’m talking made from scratch brownies. Give me chocolate, and I’ll love you forever… or at least until I run out of chocolate.
I am in love with Amy Wynn Pastor on Trading Spaces. There’s something about a woman with a drill and a circ saw that really gets me rolling. I’m sure we would make beautiful… um, furniture together. What do ya say Amy?
A lot of products we use at work have warning labels on them. These warnings don’t apply to everyone though. Apparently they only apply to the State of California. “This product has been known to cause cancer, brain tumors, death, irregular bowels, death, and impotency in the State of California” I’m glad I don’t live in California. Apparently it’s a dangerous place to live.
If I hear about Britney, Justin, or the Powdered Pedophile one more time on the news, I’m going to scream. Unless they have some sort of direct relevance to my every day life, I don’t want to hear about them. So unless the Powered Pedophile is moving into my neighborhood, Britney is performing a nude concert in Rochester, or Justin is being executed for crimes against humanity (his music) I don’t want to hear about them.