I like the pressure of roasting a 26lb turkey for 18 people.

Sick, sad, but I thrive on that kind of pressure.


I pray to Alton that it turns out well...

 

I liked my thanksgiving dinner:

Split pea and ham soup with a glass of V8


mmmmmm.

 

I like that my tub didn't leak at all. Sweet. That means I can finish putting it in without having to tear it back out.

 

I like that my turkey was flawless.

 

I like running hot water in my house.

I dislike people offering to help and then not paying attention so one of my sink supply valves is now 45 degrees off kilter. Damnit, I asked "Is the VALVE straight?" and she said "As straight as the other one". (sweat weld).... then there was a leak at the faucet (didn't tighten the flex line apparently) I looked and the friggin valve is jacked.

IS IT ANY WONDER WHY I DO IT ALL MY SELF????

I should just turn the water back off and fix it, because it WILL **** me off every time I look at it.

 

That is why I use compression fittings for the supply valves to sinks and toilets.

 

Well aren't you mr. smartypants.

And had the ex NOT stopped by, had she not "helped", I would have done it right the first time.

 

I like that I now live in a log cabin.

 

My next house will be a log home.

 

I like going wheeling (ok well not really off-road so much as up tiny little trails that were barely bigger (and sometimes not) than my truck with a foot of fresh snow.

It really tested the both my mad tyte off roading skillz as well as the ability of my truck to claw into the snow for some traction. The pucker factor at times was quite high. I even went so far as to air down the tires (ok so I only took them down to 30 lbs, but since I normally run them at 45/40 it made a difference).

Now if only I could find a cute chick who enjoyed doing stuff like that...