When I’m eastbound and down and I can’t help but cry ’cause I-40 gets lonelier with every mile Shawshank, September 26, 2026 Good morning my friends. Podrick was lovey this morning. He was up and down off the bed a couple of times. I like it when he’s lovey, but now we just gotta teach him to lay down, get loves, and then fall asleep whilst getting loves. It looks like it’s a chilly, probably rainy day out there. Winter is coming, and not every day can be a nice and warm day like yesterday. Work wasn’t too bad. I finally got to work with who I’m calling, the mumbler. He’s a new guy, and he talks at the same volume as my headphones, and the same volume that makes me ask, is he talking to me, or to himself? If I step close to the back room, he follows me. I worked with him for three hours. And tomorrow, I’ll be working with him for 8.75 hours. Sunday is going to be a long, long day. But today, I have a closing shift with the TinyRizzler. But before all of that, it’s more coffee, an allergy pill, and Advil. Happy Saturday y’all. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningspersonal blogTinyTownup early
Life I’m just a product of my raising I say, “hey ya’ll” and “yee-haw” March 14, 2024 Do ya see the deer in the featured image? I took that picture a couple of days ago. Before the snow came back. It was back with a vengeance this morning. Huge flakes. Thankfully, we’re above freezing, so there was no accumulation. But Jesus Christ, can this fucking snow stop… Read More
Life The drinks keep comin’, throw my head back laughin’ February 19, 2026 The snow has finally stopped. What hasn’t stopped in a couple of day; the freakin wind. It’s -5°, but with the wind chill, it’s -25°. And that’s in freedom units. So yeah, totes cold. What was too warm this morning, the bed. Plus as per usual, I was stuffed up…. Read More
Life Well, I was down at a local beer joint with a few of the guys when this cute little country girl caught my eye April 28, 2026 I think I’m getting used to Podrick’s antic in the mornings. Mostly. It was around 6:30 when I finally had enough of a 20lb cat either bouncing across my chest, or bruise inducing feet marching across my legs. But we’re all up, and I have Pippin relaxing on my lap…. Read More