Haven’t seen this girl since March 13th! Blasphemy, a broken system needs overhauled!
For all those that inquired, Skipah and his gang are alive and well after this weekend’s winds. Wind socks hadn’t seen that much action since September of 2008 when Hurricane Ike made it this far north still packing 70 mph winds. Midwesterners still talk about that surreal day like we describe our first child being born. Pipe down, Gulf coasters, palm trees bend a hell of lot better than maple trees! No power for a week in most parts and look forward to a new Midwest baby boomer generation sometime in the 2030s! Thankfully, it wasn’t quite that bad this time, but gusty nonetheless.
It didn’t ruin Miss Madison’s and my weekend though. We were invited to be special guests at the Governor’s Ball in Indianapolis Saturday night, but we are way to cool for that, so we opted instead for a Madison, Indiana dignitaries Final Four watch party instead. There was Nick who drives the Anheuser Busch route in the area and doubles as a pork loin ninja with some special six generation recipe that I can only describe as “pork ecstasy!” Jayr, the party’s host, not only had a spread to feed the French Foreign Legion, but this is a guy that lost a 50-inch flat screen to the wind storm earlier in the day. Instead of letting it ruin his good mood, he turned this life changing event into a gigantic babysitter—he let all the kids in attendance take ball bats repeatedly to it. Not to be outdone was the area police detective in attendance who just nabbed his biggest collar in his career with the arrest of the wannabe Madison Unabomber .
Spicy Chorizo Potato Bites! #FoodPorn
Quick tangent, some whack-a-mole has set off two very small pipe bombs in Madison (no one injured, I’ve seen oil leaks leave a bigger mark), and, thanks to the fine work of the Madison police department, hopefully this moron is playing Go Fish with the other inmates in cell block six in the Michigan City, Indiana state penitentiary for the rest of his lifetime.
Delicious, anybody that hosts a party and makes real burgers instead of pre-pattied salt burgers gets two thumbs up from the Skipah!
The party was great, the atmosphere better, and the basketball sucked. Poor Patty’s Oklahoma Sooners took a beat down I haven’t seen since a Hulk Hogan wrestling match in the 80s. Hammy just informed me that wrestling isn’t real, but, believe me, when Hogan beat Andre the Giant this pre-teen lad celebrated like he just found out what sex is! The other game was close for a bit, but, as Indiana and Notre Dame fans can attest, when North Carolina is playing like that they aren’t going to lose.
I should have just slept in Sunday morning, but the mysterious Mr. Skipah never rests when the sun is out and there is work to be done outside. Unfortunately, most of it is self-created by me, but who cares—I like things to look good. I had one small landscaping project to finish and that required a trip to Lowes. Before the day was over that would be four trips to Lowes, a sudden ibuprofen addiction, and more than likely back surgery in the near future.
Bargain shopping! Three bucks for a Foxglove perennial!
Sometimes I should just say no!
Introducing a new division of Skipah’s Realm the business, Skipah’s DIY (that’s do-it-yourself Kentuckian) Outdoor Projects. Miss Madison was so happy with me fixing up the “small” side of the two landscape areas of our front yard, and, feeling sorry for me doing what I could on the other one without spending a trillion dollars, took pity on me by suggesting that I go ahead and start on the other side. Trip number two to Lowes was quickly in the works and fifty freaking blocks later, we were home, and I was back to work. She did offer to make me a sandwich at least.
Once that task was complete, Miss Madison had a classroom assignment she had to see after, and patted me on the head like a good dog and was off on her merry way. I was happy with my handy work, but it was only a half complete project. Then the 25-watt light bulb went off in my head (my head is very dim), let’s make this a business purchase, blog about it, and voila tax write off next year! Some of the crap I’ve heard of people writing off on business expenses would make Donald Trump blush.
I did two sponsored posts this week, so what the hell, the business could spring for it. Let’s get this wall done right! Forty blocks and two trips to Lowe’s later, I had it all done to surprise Miss Madison when she got home from her grave robbing expedition. I’m just kidding; she and her class are working on mapping an old graveyard in the area, and she had to do a little research on her “off” time. Now pass me another ibuprofen! Full scale wall building was much easier when I was in my late 20s not late 30s! Seeing the smile on Miss Madison’s face made this budding bulging disc well worth it.
About it for now, time to watch some baseball (opening day) and cry myself to sleep not because of my aching body, but because my beloved Cincinnati Reds are going to suck worse than the Enron business model! At least my fantasy baseball team should be somewhat competitive. Oh that’s right, I fell asleep during the draft, and I have four second baseman and a wife beating shortstop who is suspended until kingdom come! First world problems, I know, but there are bigger fish to fry in the future, and it is time to rig up just the right bait!