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Greetings, and welcome to my 15-minute break. I say break because since August the 8th, when we closed on our new house till this moment, I haven't really had time to sit down. Add to the equation that last weekend on August the 25-27 Brandi and I flew to TX to go to a show. Drop your ride and hold on as we cruise through the fast lane that I knew as August. The day was August the 8th, I had worked hard that day (NOT!). As Brandi escorted me to the lawyers' office the excitement, and dread of what was about to occur started to build in the pits of my stomach. Once we finally got called into the room and what seems like the stack of papers they must roll in by hand trucks shows up, the process starts. Closing is what they call it. I think of it more as a marathon of speed reading, listening, and practicing your name at least a hundred times. The excitement of the thing to me was it meant not having to live in our apartment anymore. The dread of it is the moving, fixing all the little things we couldn't see when the last people lived here, and the thought of paying for something for thirty years. Oh, and lets not forget the taxes. If your house is paid for why should you have to pay tax on it? In thirty years when my house is paid for and for some reason I can't pay the property tax on it the Government will come take my house. To me this is a very big foul up in the system and kills the idea of owning the American Dream. We finally started moving in our new house on August the 17th, and there are still boxes to be unpacked. I'm truly convinced that there are not enough hours to do everything you have to do. The last couple of weeks I've been coming home from work and either cutting grass, unpacking boxes, setting up furniture, or putting together furniture. You name it. The constant, though, has been not getting to bed before midnight. Cutting the grass is cool to me, especially on my new Craftsman riding lawnmower I picked up last week. Like any red-blooded male, I had to try the puppy out as soon as we unloaded it from Brandi's Tahoe (the dually has two big tanks in the bed so that's why we didn't pick it up in mine). No, it didn't bother me that it had rained earlier in the day. Vroom Vroom I felt like Jeff Gordon racing around the yard trying to make designs and cutting the same area twice just to be riding on the lawnmower. Big plans are in store for it, MiniTruckin' style. August 25th, we landed in Amarillo, TX for the Fallout 2001 show hosted by F/X Motor Sports and Stressed Environment.
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Renee (AKA Romeo) picked us up at the airport, ushered us to F/X where we got the grand tour of the shop and picked up the rental car. I had such a blast that weekend but I'm going to just highlight some of the funny stuff for you. Nicknames were given to several people over the weekend which I'm sure will stick. At least half of the new nicknames were given Saturday night when we went to a bar called the Brick House. Drunk MiniTruckers doing karaoke is very funny to watch, especially when you get to see people getting volunteered to do it. Kyle Braggs was given the new name "Speedbump" and it's not because he got stuck on one either. Jennifer Reeves was tagged with "Death rock girl" for her drunken versions of the Dixie Chicks, NSYNC, and even a version of Enter Sandman that would have scared James Hetfield. She's really a nice girl, but don't get her drunk with a microphone present unless you like ALL your music heavy. One of the three guys from Mesquite that hung out with us, Paul, was given the new name of "Dancing Queen" or "DQ" for short as he did a rendition of ABBA's one hit song. Bart Odell didn't hang with us much due to his recent naming of "Sell Out," but he did express his feelings that he would rather be called "Smurf" then "Sell Out." Back to Renee, He was dubbed "Romeo" because of his relationship with his girlfriend. On Friday night we were hanging at the show grounds when he left because he had to go somewhere with his girl, and like most guys that are hanging with their guy friends, he left trying to make us think he was going to get a booty call. Later that night while we were sitting at the restaurant, in walks Romeo, "What happened man, I thought you guys were going to eat and stuff?" "Well, we got to the restaurant and she left me on the curb." Insert a bunch of laughing at this point. So to make that story short, he got Speedbump to pick him up and take him to his car, and on Sunday he went to a family thing with said girl. Our very own Chas Nichols that works on StreetSourceMag managed to pick up a few new nicknames also. Chas is also the main guy that volunteered others to do karaoke. That about wraps things up for this time around. I will leave you with these facts. I love our new house. I have met some of the coolest people in the world this year. Riding mowers are good. Don't take the people around you for granted. Men who can pierce their own equipment (Speedbump) are more man than me, and that which doesn't fall off or break while dragging is good............ As usual fornicate with protection, and I'll see you next month........... Russell Gulow ITFELL007@aol.com -ST-
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