Typical Day at the Office

I can't say much about this other than wow. I walk downstairs and out the front door and I see this in our front island. One of our amigos was on top of the ladder with another amigo halfway down holding the ladder in place. Francisco could have been a darwin award winner if the ladder broke. But it didn't and he lived to see another day. This could possible be one of the greatest series of pictures of all time taken by myself. Note the straps were the only thing holding the ladder in place. Dawsonville is the only place on earth you would see a sight like this.

AT&T Classic

Today, a friend and I ventured to Sugarloaf in Gwinnexico for the AT&T Classic Golf Tournament. Parking at Discover Mills was alright and the little bus ride to the course wasn't too bad. I thought today was going to be a good exercise day walking that golf course. Well we end up seeing one of my friend's fraternity brothers at a big ass house overlooking #5 green and we walk up to the iron fence in the backyard and through the gate to a cornhole game and a mexican buffet with free beer and margaritas. Below is the view from the backyard party. David Toms is lining up a putt.



So thinking I was going to spend well over $50 today just on liquor and food, I end up spending only $12 on a double vodka and tonic at the clubhouse on our way out. We got to hang out with a lot of fellow drunks at a multi-million dollar house and get free alcohol and food. By the way, one of the complimentary beers I got my hands on was Sweetwater Hummer, which was surprisingly good!

Fed Ex and the Fair Tax

Today was a normal day where I went to work and did my normal routine, which sometimes includes overnighting stuff to California to one of the owners at their request. Well, I did what I normally do with overnighting something, I called the Fed Ex number to schedule a pickup. Today for some reason, it said I needed to speak to a representative instead of the automated recording. I've done this before and it normally takes about 1 minute max to confirm everything. But not today.

The nice lady on the other end of the phone (she was an American citizen who spoke English, not Mexican or Indian) tells me about printing my own labels to save 15% and saving $4 by dropping the packages at a drop box in downtown Dawsonvegas. So I was appreciative and thanked her for the tips. Well this leads to a conversation about little ways to save money here and there. She introduces herself and tells me she's from Taxachusetts. I was shocked because I couldn't tell by her accent. It was so much of a Boston accent I could barely understand her. I told her no offense, but I'm sorry she had to live in Ted Kennedy's state with the ultra liberals. I didn't know her political beliefs, but I'd imagine with her calling her state Taxachusetts, she wasn't fond of the higher taxes Democrat party. She laughed and told me about how she spends what little money she has left to save, for example, her squeaky shoes. I take it she's pretty cheap.

Yes, I called to schedule a Fed Ex pickup and 10 minutes later, I'm making the Fed Ex lady laugh and sharing our cheap ideas. I mention to her if we had the Fair Tax in place, we wouldn't be having this conversation about gas prices or high taxes. She wasn't sure what the Fair Tax was, so I told her when she had the chance later on, to check out their website at Fairtax.org. She said she'd check it out later and asked me if I needed anything else about 5 times in between me cracking her up. I told her no thanks and she told me thank you for being the best call she'd ever had. I think she was just diggin my southern accent because I'm sure they don't hear my type up in Boston that often. I do intend on visiting Fenway Park soon, so I will surely entertain the bar crowd with my genuine redneckedness. But I did possibly convert 1 person today and maybe she'll tell her friends up there in Taxachusetts.

Speaking of being a redneck in a bar full of yankees, or Red Sox fans, who are technically yankees, but will kill you if you associate them with the yankee name, the following classic by Johnny Russell would be a great tune for me to sing karaoke to. And what better way to be inducted to the Red Sox Nation than to change "white socks" to "red sox" in the song "Rednecks, White Socks, and Blue Ribbon Beer". What a way to get the blue collar northeastern crowd to yell and send cheers around the bar than this lost classic. I would make sure the bar had PBR's on hand, because that would totally kick ass if my redneck was there along with their red sox and a by-god PBR to complete the title of the song. Pure brilliance Matty...



Wow, my ADD is really showing in this post... haha