Whole lotta meat.

Bought some tasty beef and pork, both tenderloin. Total cost 88 bucks… My barbecue didn’t know what hit it!


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Lost in La Mancha

I love this documentary about one of my favorite directors…. I suggest you watch it to get a sense of how hard it is to make a film… Gilliam, is your wife a go’er? Ah yes say no more, say mo more.

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Location:SHERWOOD PARK,Canada

Funny Google Searches

We’ve all seen pictures on the net of unlikely Google search results, so i decided to try my own with the phrase “I want to hit…”  I can’t believe what showed up…

Edward Cullen?  Really?  Too funny….

The Chev passes a milestone…


After a few years of driving, the
ol’ Z71 passed the 200k mark… It’s served me well, maybe time to go searching for my favorite truck. A 1998 Z71 with low miles… Maybe a Toyota, Ford, or any of the other companies that didn’t take a bailout. Either way I’m still waiting for a dependable truck to be produced. If I had the chance to buy an older Chevy, around 1970, I would, it’s the most reliable truck ever made by Chevrolet, but since it has that title, everyone wants an arm and a leg for one in half-assed shape. Oh well, the search continues… I will take suggestions whether or not I should buy another truck… I might be stubborn though as to my preference….

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The Back Deck is Reborn!

Well, I finally got up the nerve to redo my back deck and get a set of stairs down to the back yard. It’s looking great so far, can’t wait to see the end results! Chris, my roommate is the best carpenter i’ve ever seen! Good Times!

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New septic pump… Now to camera the line…

Well, my septic pump fried a week ago and was planning on getting warranty on it. Then the sewer backed up. That forced me into the very expensive task of getting a plumber in to check it out. He said my tank was full and backing up into the house, I disagreed and he didn’t even bother to snake the line… $140.00 for his trip out. Brought in another plumber to install a pump and was under the impression that they could snake out the line… Nope. Now I’m waiting for the snake/camera guys to show up… Seems like a lot of shit to get shit to flow downhill, but it’ll be worth It in the end… Wish me luck!


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The memory ends

The memory ends at the Nifty Fifties Cafe, where the sign is half destroyed and the food is half edible. The whirlwind trip that we took to Medicine Hat (don’t ask why no one quit knows the reason) lasted less than fourty eight hours but was like living a memory. A memory of striking out for the familiar unknown with most of the usual suspects. Liqour fueled into a haze of small town strippers and one casino.

Long weekend monday and the world is quiet while we wait for cut up frozen fries passed off as hashbrowns, over cooked eggs and greasy bacon. The cook has disappeared out the back door to smoke a least three times before our breakfast is served. Walls are dusty where they aren’t covered in James Dean, Elvis and Marilyn Monroe memorabilia. The whole place has the feel of a rock in a river, passed over. The memory must remain and never fade in the nifty fifties cafe.