We had some crazy storm roll in Friday night which put a damper on everyone's jonze for a fireworks display.
The storm came on with a vengeance and with little warning: one minute we were out back grilling at my brother-in-law's watching the kids in a water balloon fight (which escalated into a hose fight that I may have gotten the worst of) and then next minute we were dodging thunder clouds and lightning while trying to light off some fireworks.
I was determined to use up my left over bottle rockets from last year but the wind kept blowing out my lighter.
When I saw a bolt of lightning and heard the loud clap of thunder I threw in the towel and retreated to the comforts of their house.
The next day when we came home after spending night, we had no TV, no phone and no internet service.
Some of our tomato plants got whacked as well as sunflower or two by the storm.
And that's when my wife yelled, "Holy shit!"
As you can see by the looks of these pictures, it appears the tree house got hit by lightning when we were gone.
Check out the zipper-like strip that goes up the bark of the pine tree... or the hole in the roof... or the shredded plywood?
Fucking nuts, eh?
Sunday, July 06, 2008
We finally got a new car to replace the one that was destroy by some crook during a crime spree.
While the Ford Taurus Wagon isn't the vehicle I would have bought had I been able to by any car, sometimes you make do when you have little in the way of funding and time is of the essence.
It's got the space, decent mileage, has doors, roof, windshield and was less than $10,000.
Plus it can double as a camper or band van...
Last summer I wrote about a new beer that I discovered.
Despite the fact that the hops crisis is driving up the price of beer to ridiculous amounts (first gas, now beer, what's next?) I have not made good on my claim to switch over to wine.
While the Two Hearted is mighty tasty, it packs a wallop on the alcohol content meter, so I when I wondered into my local beer store and saw my friend J-ME from NC metal gods Tooth behind the counter I asked him if he could recommend a beer- a good tasty summer brew that would quench my thirst but not pickle you too bad if you tackled a six'er.
Without even blinking, he walked over to one of the many beer coolers, picked up a six pack and handed it to me.
I don't know what's better about this equation: walking into a beer store with thrash metal blaring out of the boom box or having counter help that knows exactly what you want to drink.