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Posted Monday, June 30, 2003, 8:00 am, [link to this entry]
This past weekend, with help from many volunteers, I put in a 15-head, in-ground, automatic, popup sprinkler system. It is 90% complete. All sprinklers are in the ground and working. All main lines are run. Everything is hooked up to a valve box that is buried in my back yard. All I have left to do is wire up the valves to the computer timer and program it. That's on deck for tonight. Andy documented the progress on his blog.
It was a lot of work, and the best part was all the digging. By "best part", I mean "worst part" because my ground is 40% rock and 60% super hard compacted clay. Props go out Andy, m1, Koji, Schmeltzer, and especially superintendent Caleb, who incidentally, got a butt in his face Friday night.
Posted Thursday, June 26, 2003, 8:07 am, [link to this entry]
Everyone who has ever had breakfast at my parent's house knows that my mom makes the best biscuits and gravy, period. I have never, ever, in my whole life, at any restruant or house, had B&G that tasted better than momma's.
I grew up watching her make it and stuffing my face with it pretty much every Sunday for about 18 years, and I'm still not sick of it. Is this why I was so fat growing up? Maybe, but it was worth it!
The first time Stef came to meet my parents, mom made B&G. It was love at first taste. Now we have to have it every time we go back to visit. The mere mention of heading back to New Albany brings a smile to her face.
Like I said... I've seen my mom make this recipe countless times, so this morning I got up 45 minutes early and tried to make it for myself. I browned a 1 pound log of Bob Evans sausage and set it aside. I added flour and seasonings to the leftover grease and cooked it until it turned brown. Then I added some milk and started stirring. You have to stir it constantly for about 20 minutes while adding more and more milk, making sure not to scorch it. I gave it a try and added salt and pepper to taste. Lastly, after the base had thickened up to the proper consistency, I added about 3/4 of the sausage back in.
About that time, the Grands biscuits were turning gold in the oven below, so I grabbed one and split it open. I put two spoons of sausage gravy on each half and sat down outside to give it a try. It tasted pretty darn good. Aww... who am I kidding, it was awesome! But, as good as it was, it still paled in comparison with the original recipe. I guess I'll just have to watch momma make it a few more times.
Posted Wednesday, June 25, 2003, 8:29 pm, [link to this entry]
John just joined the duck, so I thought I would post something about him. During our first night in New Orleans, at the same club that the bead whores assulted me, John made me laugh out loud.
Here is a picture of him dancing with some random black woman in New Orleans. He said "Hey, take my picture, I'm gonna dance with this lady..." and then wrapped the feather boa around her neck and pulled her in. At first, she wasn't sure what to do, but then she stared freakin' on him. Effin hilarious.
Notice the woman's friend laughing and the guy in the background pointing them out to his girl. Not shown in the picture: everyone else in the place pointing and laughing at them as well. Get some!
Posted Monday, June 23, 2003, 8:31 am, [link to this entry]
Had a pretty full weekend, I'll summarize.
Bloomfield - M1 and I drive to Bloomfield to hang out with Dooley and company Friday after work. We arrived to find beer, plentiful grilled food, multiple nacho dipping options, and some kick ass cream puff cake. After getting our fill of grub, we all decided to walk to a nearby bar for some more drinks, and by "nearby" I mean "1 1/2 miles away". At the bar, I made people buy me shots to do the Hula dance, good times. Met Scuba Steve's dad, who somehow appears to only be about 5 years older that he is. Saw Rangoon run the table in pool... this is an phenomenon I have never witnessed live, and it was spectacular. Also, this drunk, old german guy sat at our table and was rattling off some wicked-crazy drunken gibberish. He said to Rachael "Come to me with your pants in your hand! Oh no, I went to far on that one!" WTF? After the bar, we went back to Dooleys to have more cream puff cake, then to Rangoons new house to crash, and by "house" I mean "mansion, complete with servants quarters". It was huge.
Brew Haha - Stef and m1 and I met the Rizzos and the Norths at the Brew Haha downtown. There were plenty of tasty beverages to be sampled, and it was a really nice day. Afterwards, we met a few friends of mine (Jim, Bilal, and Sue) at the Rock Bottom for dinner, then led them back to my house, which they had not yet seen. After a tour, we settled into some karaoke and some video game action. Jim's alergies kicked in due to the overwhelming cat presence in our house, so they took off around midnight.
Sunday - Sunday was hella-productive. Stef and I went to Lowes (I keep them in buisness) and got some gardening stuff and shelves. I installed a row of shelves along the back wall of the garage and was able to store all remaining boxes up there, clearing out a lot of room out there. While I was doing that, Stef put in a few more plants and mulched around all of the flowers and bushes. Next, made another trip to Lowes to buy a Skill Saw, some lumber, and a box of screws. My buddy Jim came and helped me turn those items into a custom built workbench, which fits in the back corner of my garage. It's a work of art.
Posted Thursday, June 19, 2003, 8:48 am, [link to this entry]
Inside my house, there is a stairway that goes up halfway, turns 180 degrees on a landing, and continues up to the second floor. During construction, I noticed that there was no access all of the empty space under the stairway. So, yesterday evening, with the help of my dad, I put in a door. And by "with the help of my dad, I put in a door", I mean "my dad put in a door."
The stairway shares a wall with the garage, so we decided to put the door there. This would allow easy packing and unpacking of the storage space. We picked a spot on the wall and busted a hole in it. After ripping out some insulation (and inhaling about 1 cubic foot of fiberglass dust), we verified that there were no immovable wires or pipes and cut the door hole.
We got a 24x80" white, six panel, prehung door from Home Depot, complete with trim, shims, and a doorknob for about $50. Putting it up was a lot easier than I thought it would be. You just have to cram it in there, then even up the door jam with smims and nail it in place. The finished product looks really good.
So I packed all of my HalloBean and Christmas decorations in there, along with old aquarium junk, brewing paraphenalia, card table and chairs, and other assorted boxes. It freed up a lot of room in my garage. I am now making plans to put in my workbench and a few rows of shelves high up on the wall. According to Mr. Tapemeasure, it should be possible to get both cars, 2 bikes, a lawn mower, a wheelbarrow, garbage cans, and a workbench in there all at once, while still having room to store boxes on the shelves along each wall. Would I be willing to bet money on this? Yes, but only $3.50.
A Tribute To Teeth|
Posted Wednesday, June 18, 2003, 9:19 am, [link to this entry]
I used match.com a while back, and had lots of interesting experiences. Now the best experience resulted with Stef as my girlfriend, but there are a lot of other good stories burried in there too. One of them is about the importence of good teeth.
I talked to a girl a few times on the phone after emailing her. She seemed nice enough, had interesting things to say, and lived nearby, so I suggested we meet for dinner. When I arrived at the agreed upon meeting place, I saw her standing by the door. My eyes started at the ground and worker their way up. She was slender, wearing a nice skirt, decent rack, cute face. Then she smiled. I thought about walking right past her and acting like I didn't know who she was... but it was too late, we had already made eye contact.
She had a bad case of what I call snaggletoofes (pronounced snag-gul-toof-us). Her teeth were really small, and there were large gaps between all of them. And to top it off, the gaps were not even throughout her mouth... some were big and some were small, like she was missing a whole tooth. It was like she never lost her baby teeth or something.
Dinner was long, and I stared at her teeth the whole time. Needless to say, I did not ask snaggletoofes out on a second date. I shudder at the though of kissing a mouth that contains a set of teeth as nasty as hers.
So, back to the drawing board. I Decided to meet up with another girl that I had talked to a few times. Again, we met for dinner, and again, she had messed up teeth. Hers were different, though, and I have never seen teeth like hers anywhere else. She had centertoofes (pronounced center-toof-us).
When she smiled, it looked like all of her teeth had been shifted 1/2 tooth to the left. She actually had a center tooth. How fucked up is that?! Not only that... the center tooth was bigger than normal and stuck out a little bit, bucky style. Now, top it all off with the yellowest tint I have ever seen on teeth, and you have a sight to behold: yellow-bucky-centertoofes.
I ate my dinner lightning fast. She, however, took her time... I can only assume that it took her so long because of the big tooth. I bet she could tear up some corn on the cob, though.
After this string of bad teeth experiences, I updated my profile and made sure to mention that a NICE SMILE IS A MUST. I'm not saying that I need perfect set of bleach-white chompers, but my girl has got to have a set of teeth that look human, as opposed to something out of the animal kingdom.
Brew Ha Ha|
Posted Tuesday, June 17, 2003, 11:26 am, [link to this entry]
This weekend is Phoenix Theater's annual Brew Ha Ha. Stef and I plan on attending. It's a gathering of local microbrewers and regional megabrewers where you pay $20 to get in and then "sample" their beer all day long. They are going to have live Bluegrass/Rock music, karaoke, and other assorted street vendor type booths. I had a great time last time I went (2 years ago), and am looking forward to it.
It's held outside, at the 700 block of N. Park Ave. in downtown Indy on Saturday, June 21 from 3-7pm. This is an open invite for all BeanBlog readers to hang out for the afternoon, drink assorted beers, sing some karaoke, eat some creole food, and maybe... just maybe... witness some hula dancing first hand! Email me if you are thinking about going.
Posted Monday, June 16, 2003, 4:21 pm, [link to this entry]
So for those of you who are interested in my garden, and I know that's a lot of you, I finished it off yesterday. I added a small outcropping to the rear and put in a pumpkin mound. My hope is that I will be able to grow a few of my own pumpkins for HalloBean. The garden now consists of:
- 1 Better Boy tomato plant
- 1 Cherry tomato plant
- 1 green bell pepper plant
- 2 jalapeno plants
- 2 cucumber mounds
- 1 pumpkin mound
Jump Start The Night|
Posted Monday, June 16, 2003, 10:28 am, [link to this entry]
I like Sparks. Sparks is a orange flavored premium malt beverage with caffeine, taurine, and guarna, that checks in at 6% abv. I think it tastes like carbonated Tang. It is sold in 16 ounce cans, by the 4-pack, for about $5. It isn't available at many bars, but most liquor stores with a decent selection carry it. It also isn't available in many states, but Indiana is lucky enought to have access to it.
It packs an alcoholic punch, and has some stay-awake-juice in it too. Try one today at lunch! Also, this for Tony Welch, who asked if Sparks had t-shirts available: Yes, they do.
Posted Friday, June 13, 2003, 9:32 am, [link to this entry]
First things first: The organization formerly known as SIPL will henceforth be the Southside Indy Pong Society... SIPS. Second things second: played some pong last night. The SIPS invitational drew a mixed crowd... it was me, Dooley, Stutz, Welch, Andy, Yuri, and Stef for a short time. Overall, I believe the Big D/Welch team took the most victories, but that's beside the point. The real news is that we all got nice and blitzed off the Schlitz. Schlitz is only $6.99 per case at the local CVS.
Besdies Schlitz, the following items were involved in last night's schenanagins:
- Ham sushi
- Dog named Moose
- Jalapeno Sliders
- Pizza rolls
- Red Bull
- Hula dancing
- Butts in Dooleys face
Dooley was only allowed to take today off work if he could get some pictures to show his co-workers what he did Thursday night. So, I took some pictures, and here they are:
Posted Wednesday, June 11, 2003, 3:22 pm, [link to this entry]
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Posted Wednesday, June 11, 2003, 9:45 am, [link to this entry]
Story from night #3:
We spent part of one night in Harra's casino. I sat at the bar slowly playing the quarter slot machine trying to milk as many free drinks as I could. The money acceptor on the machine had a little scrolling message display that advertised other casino happenings like "$7.99 lunch buffet, 10-3pm" and whatnot. One message, however, stood out: "Free BJ lessons."
Posted Tuesday, June 10, 2003, 9:11 am, [link to this entry]
There's a city where the streets smell like vomit, hot sauce is served with every meal, daquaris are available in the drive-thru, and the bars never close. Stef and I spent a long weeknd (and $500) in said city.
We did something "cultural" each morning, but once it hit noon, we made our way to Bourbon Street and started drinking. We drank hurricanes, hand grenades, daquaris, and and lots of huge-ass-beers. We ate oysters, catfish, crawfish, po-boys, gumbo, and everything creole.
Here is a story from night #1:
We were all drunk and dancing at Razoo, a club that is half karaoke, half dance. They had 3 for 1 drinks, so we stayed, and got mo betta drunker. A friend of a friend named Randy (girl) acquired the largest set of bead that I had ever seen (baseball sized) and gave them to me to hold. 2.5 seconds later, I was swormed with bead whores asking what they had to do to get them. I politely said "they are not mine, I am holding them for someone else." Politeness is something that is wasted on drunk New Orleans bead whores. They tried to snatch them off my head, but were foiled by my cunningness as I had looped them around my arm as well. Determined, the whores mobbed me, kept grabbing, and ripped off all of my other beads and put them around their own necks. When I tried to grab them back, I got super dirty looks and heard growling.
Posted Wednesday, June 4, 2003, 11:13 am, [link to this entry]
A few weeks ago, when my parents were in town, Stef and I took them to Ritters for some frozen custard. There was this Latino family in front of us, and their son was a fat, fat little boy. He was probably between 7 and 10 years old, and wearing a flowery camp shirt and matching shorts. His clothes were too small, and his pants rode up so much that it didn't even look like he was wearing any.
This fat, fat little mexican boy was so excited that he was getting ice cream that he was staring up at the sky and doing a hula-dance. It reminded me of the dancing baby animation that circulated on the web some time back. It was nut-bustingly, groin-grabbingly hilarious, and I love to immitate it whenever possible. Next time you see me, ask me to demonstrate.
Posted Wednesday, June 4, 2003, 10:34 am, [link to this entry]
Twin freestanding hallogen lights lit the garage for the Southside Indy Beerpong League season opening last night. Veteran drunks m1 and Bean squared off against pong legend Koji and his rookie partner, Yuri.
Team Japan had home field advantage, but the newcomers inexperience proved to be an easy target for the Bens. After two slams, Yuri's game play took a sharp downhill turn. Almost slamming herself on several occasions, Yuri had to rely on her strong partner to keep the debut game close.
After many more slams and a good amount of hula-dancing (see next entry), the first SIBL game came to an end with the Bens beating Team Japan 21-17. A good time was had by all, because in beerpong, everyone's a winner!
Posted Monday, June 2, 2003, 4:45 pm, [link to this entry]
I've created a seperate area for all future HalloBean updates. You can navigate to HalloBean Central by following the link in the left column of this page or by clicking here.
Go there now and help me pick a date for this year.
Posted Monday, June 2, 2003, 9:14 am, [link to this entry]
Besides helping relaxed-fit m1 move to Indy this weekend, I was able to knock two items off of my project list:
Garage - I insulated the garage and put pegboard up on both of the unfinished walls. I used 256 linear feet of 15" wide R-13 fiberglass insulation and 10 4'x8' sheets of pegboard. The total cost was $120... not bad. I had to cover all parts of my body with clothing and wear a SARS mask while handling the insulation, so as to not inhale bits of shredded glass and whatnot. Tonight, I am going to buy some pegs.
Garden - I put in my garden outline yesterday afternoon. I made a retaining wall out of 44 12" brick peices. I had to double them up in the back to account for the downward slope of the yard. I'd say it's about 5' wide and 9' deep. I have two tomato plants and a green bell pepper plant in it already. I still need more dirt before planting the rest of the veggies. Total cost (not counting plants) was about $65.
And speaking of projects... When Stefanie and I were packing up her apartment, my parents came up to help out one evening. Stef lived in The Woods of Eagle Creek... it's a pretty big complex with a somewhat 'urban' mix of people living there. My dad took note of all the people just hanging out outside, listening to their car stereos, gathering on the corners, etc. and said "Stefanie, does anyone else who lives in this project have a job?" Luckily, Stefanie saw the humor in the statement and was not offended by my dad insinuating that she live in the Projects.
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