Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
A Funeral for A Friend
I am having lunch with Dickey the Peap today.
We had originally scheduled to have lunch tomorrow, but, a change in date of an event for Friday altered our plans, so, today it is. I believe it is the little miser's turn to buy and that in itself should make for a joyous day. In making our plans, however, I discovered that the Frugal One is burdened with a heavy heart. It seems that the recent passing of a very close friend (whom I have never met) of our boy and the very odd friendship these two shared has made his attitude blue. I understand. These things are painful and, for Dickey, this one hits home fairly hard. In wanting to give him some comfort in realizing these things occur, that death is really a part of life, and truly wanting to help, I asked Dickey if he would share a copy of the eulogy with me. My intent was maybe I could add my own thoughts as well. Here is what he gave to me:
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the life and pay homage to the passing of an old friend. Though I know that none of you never knew him, he certainly knew all of you. Some of you even better than others. Regardless, no one should leave this earth without a small remembrance. And that, my friends, is why we are here today.
The Bible tells us that if we work on behalf of the Lord's Glory, though, we may not earn riches here on Earth, our reward will be bountiful in heaven. Fortunately, the Lord did bless our friend with many riches and abundant blessings during his time on earth. And yet, with all of God's graces showered upon him, his sharing of those riches, by intent, was extremely limited. Never once, was he first to offer his help, share his treasure, or host the event. No friends, this concept was a foreign one to him.
You see friends, his place in life was always the same: He knew where to remain. Hidden. Obscured. Away from the Action. Whether it be left behind in the car, hiding away at home, or just remaining in plain sight and not moving a muscle, our dear friend steadfastly refused to join and get involved. No amount of coaxing was about to move him. And now, he is gone. Forever. For never more.
And so it is, ashes to ashes and dust to dust. From this earth you were formed and to this earth you will return. Good bye, dear Friend.
Thinking that this special relationship that Dickey shared with his dog must have been one of a kind, it almost brought tears to my eyes. I was just about to say that you can never replace a loyal dog and I would understand if he waited a bit before getting another one. Then, after reading all of this, it hit me! Dickey never had a dog. I know what he is doing on Friday afternoon! He is going shopping. He has to get a new wallet. The old one died.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
A bit of Faith restored
We have waited over 2 and one half years to get to this point and many times I have wondered if this struggle is worth it. Many sleepless nights of worry, anger, and frustration have occurred due the greedy actions of one individual that never had to come to this point. Mrs. Kfred, myself, and our fellow plaintiffs have only wanted nothing but one thing in this whole affair: to be treated fairly and evenly. This isn't about money. It's not about power. It's not about control. It's about doing the right thing. Unfortunately, we have had to sue to have the right thing done. I know I am talking in code and I have not revealed what this is all about, but, it will come out shortly.
And believe me. There will be a big blowout when this is all finished. I think I hear the band warming up.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Our temporary leave is over
Our normal production of meaningful analysis and commentary has been interrupted a bit over the last couple of weeks due to our involvement with the FTI Legal team for the upcoming trial of the century (instead of the landmark 1925 Scopes Trial, this is to be identified as the 2011 FTI Dopes Trial). The Factorcrap Truthometer Deluxe® is now safely back here at FTI having been loaned out to our lawyer, Shifty, for his use and assistance in actually finding the truth. The FTD® was put through the most demanding of analytical trial periods that even exceed what the manufacturer had ever intended the mechanical marvel to perform and it functioned brilliantly.
During legal discovery, a number of statements, documents, scenarios, and possibilities were examined and judged to be anywhere on a scale of , "Well, thats kind of how it happened", to "Nah, that's Bullshit". (Most of it was on this lower end of the spectrum). I will discuss the trial once we get underway, but, can't before we actually begin. I can offer one teaser however: last week, the idiot defendant got frustrated during depositions and called Shifty a "chump" on the record. The FTD® registered nary a hiccup over that statement. (OK, that was a cheap lawyer joke. Shifty is a good guy and I am glad he is pushing our case for us). I guess when your defense starts to unravel before you own eyes, it can't be a comforting feeling, and you get a bit frustrated.
Anyway, we're back, the Dopes trial is a mere 15 days away, and I am once again determined to offer the truth as only we can present it. A final note: at no time during our intellectual absence was anything published here that did not meet out strict adherence to a policy of complete accuracy, forthrightness, and openness. After all, if I lied about it, it would actually improve out reputation.
During legal discovery, a number of statements, documents, scenarios, and possibilities were examined and judged to be anywhere on a scale of , "Well, thats kind of how it happened", to "Nah, that's Bullshit". (Most of it was on this lower end of the spectrum). I will discuss the trial once we get underway, but, can't before we actually begin. I can offer one teaser however: last week, the idiot defendant got frustrated during depositions and called Shifty a "chump" on the record. The FTD® registered nary a hiccup over that statement. (OK, that was a cheap lawyer joke. Shifty is a good guy and I am glad he is pushing our case for us). I guess when your defense starts to unravel before you own eyes, it can't be a comforting feeling, and you get a bit frustrated.
Anyway, we're back, the Dopes trial is a mere 15 days away, and I am once again determined to offer the truth as only we can present it. A final note: at no time during our intellectual absence was anything published here that did not meet out strict adherence to a policy of complete accuracy, forthrightness, and openness. After all, if I lied about it, it would actually improve out reputation.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
It's Palm Sunday
It's one week before the Holiest of Days in the Christian Religion. And just like our idiots seem to celebrate their own type of religion, we take time to pause and celebrate as well. I'm taking the staff out to Brunch.
Just like Sunday Brunch, most of the stuff here is overvalued, pre-cooked, and have already been sneezed on by some snotty 6 year old kid. But, go ahead: take a look here and see if any of these days old items are to your liking. Like most places, our admonishments are the same: "Take as much as you want, read all that you take".
The weekly struggle begins again tomorrow. See you then.
Just like Sunday Brunch, most of the stuff here is overvalued, pre-cooked, and have already been sneezed on by some snotty 6 year old kid. But, go ahead: take a look here and see if any of these days old items are to your liking. Like most places, our admonishments are the same: "Take as much as you want, read all that you take".
The weekly struggle begins again tomorrow. See you then.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Oh, that explains it
An actual study conducted on our behalf succinctly, accurately, and fairly, pretty much sums up my position here as Executive Director.
I commissioned this study by an outside affiliate whom has increasingly displayed the tendencies to become a member of our staff and, as a result, will be recommending him for induction during our next membership drive. In the meantime, I display his work for your review.
I commissioned this study by an outside affiliate whom has increasingly displayed the tendencies to become a member of our staff and, as a result, will be recommending him for induction during our next membership drive. In the meantime, I display his work for your review.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
FTI Math
Part of the intellectual pursuit/behind-the-scenes struggle occurring last week included a small subset drama over my personal compensation.
Though clearly enunciated in the "About FTI" tab at the top of this page that states "we have agreed to perform this community service for an undetermined amount of time at no cost", a small (think Dickey the Peap meal tip type of small) caretaker fee is given to me on a monthly basis. Having performed this service for the past 2 years with no adjustment whatsoever, I quietly approached our Cheap-Assed Board of Directors in the hopes they would address this issue. When the intellectual disagreement issue came to a head, though, my stipend issue was quickly moved down the list of priorities and it was tabled by the BOD. Now, that the intellectual content matter has been settled, I am pleased to announce that an agreement to increase my stipend by 2.5% has been reached.
Let see, I think I can do this one in my head: that's, uh, this times .025, carry the 9, bring down the 7, move 3 decimal points to the left, and add 2. Got it. I am now at officially at the US Government's Poverty level. God, this is a great gig!
Though clearly enunciated in the "About FTI" tab at the top of this page that states "we have agreed to perform this community service for an undetermined amount of time at no cost", a small (think Dickey the Peap meal tip type of small) caretaker fee is given to me on a monthly basis. Having performed this service for the past 2 years with no adjustment whatsoever, I quietly approached our Cheap-Assed Board of Directors in the hopes they would address this issue. When the intellectual disagreement issue came to a head, though, my stipend issue was quickly moved down the list of priorities and it was tabled by the BOD. Now, that the intellectual content matter has been settled, I am pleased to announce that an agreement to increase my stipend by 2.5% has been reached.
Let see, I think I can do this one in my head: that's, uh, this times .025, carry the 9, bring down the 7, move 3 decimal points to the left, and add 2. Got it. I am now at officially at the US Government's Poverty level. God, this is a great gig!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
It's Reconciliation Sunday
An agreement has been reached and a major crisis resolved: we're gonna be able to produce the continuing stupidity some more . Due to the grueling negotiations, however, we are taking today off and enjoying our normal Sunday brunch.
Just like Sunday Brunch, most of the stuff here is overvalued, pre-cooked, and have already been sneezed on by some snotty 6 year old kid. But, go ahead: take a look here and see if any of these days old items are to your liking. Like most places, our admonishments are the same: "Take as much as you want, read all that you take".
The weekly struggle begins again tomorrow. See you then.
Just like Sunday Brunch, most of the stuff here is overvalued, pre-cooked, and have already been sneezed on by some snotty 6 year old kid. But, go ahead: take a look here and see if any of these days old items are to your liking. Like most places, our admonishments are the same: "Take as much as you want, read all that you take".
The weekly struggle begins again tomorrow. See you then.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
We are definitely at an impasse
We are currently facing a stalemate of epic proportions as to the direction we wish to pursue in the future here at FTI. I can't seem to get the 2 factions of our intellectual debate to give enough of their respective positions in order to find a common ground. Alas, we may be in for as shutdown if some type of agreement is not met shortly.
As noted yesterday, I had the "Chump Chatter" faction submit an example of the type of material they wished to pursue. Still liking the art idea that the Chump Chatter group advanced, yesterday, I asked the other side to produce a piece of art they would offer in alignment with their stated policy direction. Fully expecting a highbrow, clearly defined, intellectually advanced piece of work, I was sadly disappointed with the example offered:
I was uncertain of the relevance of this offering and asked how the Whacko, Weirdo, Misfit faction would describe this lovely velvet painting. I was told this piece was symbolic of a man whom walked on water, changed lives, and was misunderstood by most people during his short life here on earth. And "we haven't even begun to describe Jesus' life experience."
I have already notified the utility company to prepare to suspend service to the FTI compound for the foreseeable future.
As noted yesterday, I had the "Chump Chatter" faction submit an example of the type of material they wished to pursue. Still liking the art idea that the Chump Chatter group advanced, yesterday, I asked the other side to produce a piece of art they would offer in alignment with their stated policy direction. Fully expecting a highbrow, clearly defined, intellectually advanced piece of work, I was sadly disappointed with the example offered:
I was uncertain of the relevance of this offering and asked how the Whacko, Weirdo, Misfit faction would describe this lovely velvet painting. I was told this piece was symbolic of a man whom walked on water, changed lives, and was misunderstood by most people during his short life here on earth. And "we haven't even begun to describe Jesus' life experience."
I have already notified the utility company to prepare to suspend service to the FTI compound for the foreseeable future.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Could this argument shut us down?
Ripped from the pages of today headlines, a battle is brewing here at FTI that is similar to a battle being currently fought in the public arena. Fortunately, it has nowhere near the complications involved.
At our normal Monday staff meeting, a chasm was revealed that could result in a shutdown here at FTI unless some sort of compromise is not reached. Unlike the Federal government's battle between political parties about government spending, our differences emanate over a battle of intellectual pursuit. On the surface, I know that sound like an oxymoron, however deeper investigation shows an argument vigorously defended by both points of view. On one side, there is an element that supports our original charter and purpose to (as noted in our "About FTI" tab at the top of this page)"offer policy analysis, event commentary, and recount observations as generated by the same staff that mental health professionals have identified as Weirdos, Whackos, and Misfits." Seems straight forward enough. The other faction wants to take our purpose in another direction resulting in nonsense, drivel, and a daily feature known as "Chump Chatter" that basically highlights questionable investments, 20 year old jokes, balloon tying tricks, and examples of "art". I, as Executive Director, have stayed above the fray, but see myself increasingly getting drawn into this mess. Being the Broker of Peace that I am, I summoned both factions to the Executive Suite here at FTI to facilitate some type of negotiations. I am familiar with the side that wants to keep our purpose status quo, but, was interested in raising our intellectual angle and thought the art idea was interesting. I decided to ask the other side to submit some type of example that I could study so I could make a recommendation to the cheap-Assed Board of Directors for their consideration.
The resulting submittal speaks for itself. I hope our mission suffers no interruptions.
At our normal Monday staff meeting, a chasm was revealed that could result in a shutdown here at FTI unless some sort of compromise is not reached. Unlike the Federal government's battle between political parties about government spending, our differences emanate over a battle of intellectual pursuit. On the surface, I know that sound like an oxymoron, however deeper investigation shows an argument vigorously defended by both points of view. On one side, there is an element that supports our original charter and purpose to (as noted in our "About FTI" tab at the top of this page)"offer policy analysis, event commentary, and recount observations as generated by the same staff that mental health professionals have identified as Weirdos, Whackos, and Misfits." Seems straight forward enough. The other faction wants to take our purpose in another direction resulting in nonsense, drivel, and a daily feature known as "Chump Chatter" that basically highlights questionable investments, 20 year old jokes, balloon tying tricks, and examples of "art". I, as Executive Director, have stayed above the fray, but see myself increasingly getting drawn into this mess. Being the Broker of Peace that I am, I summoned both factions to the Executive Suite here at FTI to facilitate some type of negotiations. I am familiar with the side that wants to keep our purpose status quo, but, was interested in raising our intellectual angle and thought the art idea was interesting. I decided to ask the other side to submit some type of example that I could study so I could make a recommendation to the cheap-Assed Board of Directors for their consideration.
The resulting submittal speaks for itself. I hope our mission suffers no interruptions.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Family Secrets
I received an email from Dickey the Peap over the weekend. It's always a good thing to get an email from him. Although you can't tell it from some of my thoughts posted here, I do enjoy his company. (A lot of the time it is more for the comedic relief than anything else, but, hey that's OK. He knows it as well.) Anyways, he followed it up with a phone call where he tells me of his various past activities in the week including now cornering the market in his latest venture which has produced MORE untold riches for the little miser. I digress, however, back to the email. It seems the Peap read our post concerning family memories, was intrigued by it, and wanted to add a personal highlight of his own. After reviewing and discussing his submission with him, I only shake my head in wonder. Why someone would submit a photo so personal and humiliating as this is beyond wonder. I asked if he might want to reconsider and share something of a less personal nature. "No, it accurately reflects my life and this is how I want it shared." Not wanting to add more misery and disappointment to the little dwarf's existence, I post it here for your review. I am unaware if Mrs. The Peap knows he submitted this or not.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
It's Green Sunday
Hey c'mon, it's Sunday and tough enough to get this group to think during the week. We get a day off too, you know. I'm taking the staff out to Brunch. Every time one of the Misfits say, do, or think something stupid, they have to put a dollar in the jar. We call it our Brunch fund. And as far as I can forecast, there's going to be a lot of Sunday meals.
Just like Sunday Brunch, most of the stuff here is overvalued, pre-cooked, and have already been sneezed on by some snotty 6 year old kid. But, go ahead: take a look here and see if any of these days old items are to your liking. Like most places, our admonishments are the same: "Take as much as you want, read all that you take".
The weekly struggle begins again tomorrow. See you then.
Just like Sunday Brunch, most of the stuff here is overvalued, pre-cooked, and have already been sneezed on by some snotty 6 year old kid. But, go ahead: take a look here and see if any of these days old items are to your liking. Like most places, our admonishments are the same: "Take as much as you want, read all that you take".
The weekly struggle begins again tomorrow. See you then.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Some reconstruction of Memory Lane
Kfred Jr. and Goldilocks gave Mrs. Kfred a belated birthday gift while attending the FTI Open House event over the weekend. It was only belated in the fact that he didn't forget, rather, they couldn't get the gift on time for her birthday in January. Regardless, it's one of those gifts she will always have. They converted old video tapes onto digital disk. And we will have it forever.
During the formative years of both Kfred Jr's. 1 and 2 during the 90's, we had a video camera. Starting with the initial rental of the 2-piece, 10 lb monster with the battery pack you wore on your hip (does anyone remember those in today's age of miniaturization?) to a simple 8mm hand cam we later owned, we documented our families life and events. Birthday parties, Christmas time, plays, game, etc. It's all there. And wow! The weight was a bit less, the hair was a bit darker, the clothes were a bit different, and the memories were completely forgotten. But it was (and will always be) fun to go back in time and relive the experiences.
Mrs. Kfred actually cried during a couple of scenes. From the joy of seeing 2 little boys whom have grown to fine men to Grandma and Grandpa still being with us and marveling at "that thing" to the people and events of our past suddenly recreated and visited, it's all there. And of course, so is the embarrassing stuff.
I know that Kfred Jr. made copies of all of the disks for his own enjoyment. We plan to make a set for his brother as well. Obviously, it only means anything of value to our family. I think the cousins in Colorado might take notice, though, as they might be appearing on a video snippet on Facebook in a less than flattering light. Hey, it's all in fun. And I can go back anytime.
During the formative years of both Kfred Jr's. 1 and 2 during the 90's, we had a video camera. Starting with the initial rental of the 2-piece, 10 lb monster with the battery pack you wore on your hip (does anyone remember those in today's age of miniaturization?) to a simple 8mm hand cam we later owned, we documented our families life and events. Birthday parties, Christmas time, plays, game, etc. It's all there. And wow! The weight was a bit less, the hair was a bit darker, the clothes were a bit different, and the memories were completely forgotten. But it was (and will always be) fun to go back in time and relive the experiences.
Mrs. Kfred actually cried during a couple of scenes. From the joy of seeing 2 little boys whom have grown to fine men to Grandma and Grandpa still being with us and marveling at "that thing" to the people and events of our past suddenly recreated and visited, it's all there. And of course, so is the embarrassing stuff.
I know that Kfred Jr. made copies of all of the disks for his own enjoyment. We plan to make a set for his brother as well. Obviously, it only means anything of value to our family. I think the cousins in Colorado might take notice, though, as they might be appearing on a video snippet on Facebook in a less than flattering light. Hey, it's all in fun. And I can go back anytime.
Monday, March 28, 2011
It's not easy being me
After a brief hiatus from my official duties as chief correspondent here at FTI, I am back and ready to go. Perhaps, a little bit less enthused for the moment, but, certainly ready to go. What a weekend.
Let's start in the beginning: After spending a full weekend on Saturday working with the FTI legal team and hosting an open house yesterday here at the compound, I was busy. All of Saturday was spent with the FTI legal team scanning and reviewing documents for use in our official upcoming Kangaroo court appearance and testimony. The FTI legal team is populated with some of the legal professions brightest minds and I am confident that a the end of the day, justice will prevail. Then yesterday, I missed the "How to remove Moles from your Yard" seminar at the local nursery as it is apparent one of our alumni are in charge of the reader board there. Previously in the week, the sign advertised the event as occurring at "11 am Sunday, the 26th". The careful calendar observer will note that unless they are thinking of November 26, 2011, the date for March is inaccurate. As I show up at the appointed time yesterday, I note there are only 5 cars in the parking lot and chalk it up to a rainy Sunday morning. I then am informed that the event was actually held the day before, Saturday, the 26th, and was well attended by over 100 people. All I got for my efforts was a lousy tri-fold pamphlet basically designed to sell mole traps. Idiots. In the meantime the little bastard and his ilk are raising havoc in my yard.
Then last night, after wrapping up the open house here at the compound at 9 pm, I note a failed electric circuit including the one routing the FTI nerve center from where this drivel is produced. Immediately dispatching our multiple FTI electrical engineering teams with instructions to report back to me on an every 5 minute interval basis, I note there is a void of any useful information coming in. Observing one of the teams in action, I note their activity consists of a single member, repeatedly flipping a switch at the panel box with no apparent result and summarizing with the statement, "I dunno, nothing seems to be happening". Realizing that perhaps this member is actually mistakenly deployed to the wrong assignment and would be better suited placed on our critical Analysis and Policy Direction (APD)committee, I try to intervene. In the end, a request to re-route an entire circuit, with the accompanying infrastructure buildout, obligatory overtime labor charges, and accompanying parts was submitted to me. Carefully reviewing the request and budgetary liabilities, I immediately vetoed this idea and handled the situation personally with a time tested solution: A long extension cord to another circuit with a 6 plug power strip to handle all items involved. Problem solved.
It's Monday, A new day. A new week. I just hope I don't break my neck tripping over that damn cord.
Let's start in the beginning: After spending a full weekend on Saturday working with the FTI legal team and hosting an open house yesterday here at the compound, I was busy. All of Saturday was spent with the FTI legal team scanning and reviewing documents for use in our official upcoming Kangaroo court appearance and testimony. The FTI legal team is populated with some of the legal professions brightest minds and I am confident that a the end of the day, justice will prevail. Then yesterday, I missed the "How to remove Moles from your Yard" seminar at the local nursery as it is apparent one of our alumni are in charge of the reader board there. Previously in the week, the sign advertised the event as occurring at "11 am Sunday, the 26th". The careful calendar observer will note that unless they are thinking of November 26, 2011, the date for March is inaccurate. As I show up at the appointed time yesterday, I note there are only 5 cars in the parking lot and chalk it up to a rainy Sunday morning. I then am informed that the event was actually held the day before, Saturday, the 26th, and was well attended by over 100 people. All I got for my efforts was a lousy tri-fold pamphlet basically designed to sell mole traps. Idiots. In the meantime the little bastard and his ilk are raising havoc in my yard.
Then last night, after wrapping up the open house here at the compound at 9 pm, I note a failed electric circuit including the one routing the FTI nerve center from where this drivel is produced. Immediately dispatching our multiple FTI electrical engineering teams with instructions to report back to me on an every 5 minute interval basis, I note there is a void of any useful information coming in. Observing one of the teams in action, I note their activity consists of a single member, repeatedly flipping a switch at the panel box with no apparent result and summarizing with the statement, "I dunno, nothing seems to be happening". Realizing that perhaps this member is actually mistakenly deployed to the wrong assignment and would be better suited placed on our critical Analysis and Policy Direction (APD)committee, I try to intervene. In the end, a request to re-route an entire circuit, with the accompanying infrastructure buildout, obligatory overtime labor charges, and accompanying parts was submitted to me. Carefully reviewing the request and budgetary liabilities, I immediately vetoed this idea and handled the situation personally with a time tested solution: A long extension cord to another circuit with a 6 plug power strip to handle all items involved. Problem solved.
It's Monday, A new day. A new week. I just hope I don't break my neck tripping over that damn cord.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
It's how much?!
This eerily sounds like the behavior of you-know-who when the check comes after lunchtime. Perhaps, not to this level of anger, but, the outrage and shock are surely identical.
SAN ANTONIO (Reuters) – A Taco Bell drive-through customer who became enraged because of a price increase on Beefy Crunch Burritos fired a BB gun through the window at a manager on Sunday, police said.
SAN ANTONIO (Reuters) – A Taco Bell drive-through customer who became enraged because of a price increase on Beefy Crunch Burritos fired a BB gun through the window at a manager on Sunday, police said.
No one was hurt from the shots fired by the man, who also waved a pistol and an assault rifle in the parking lot, Police Sergeant Chris Benavides said.
As the restaurant's employees and customers hit the floor, the manager called police, and when officers arrived, the angry patron fired several shots at the police cars, Benavides said.
The man then barricaded himself inside a nearby motel room, sparking a standoff that lasted until police lobbed tear gas inside and the man surrendered.
Benavides said the burritos had been sold for 99 cents each as a promotion, but the man was apparently angry that the promotion had ended, and the price had gone up to $1.49.
Monday, March 21, 2011
The easy way never works
This past Saturday I decided I would cheat the pain and loss of sleep associated with my standard weekend exercise regimen of rising at 5:30 for the 45 minute regimen, and instead opt to sleep in and do some yardwork instead. Thinking that a couple hours of less intensive work would be a good substitute instead of the high energy workout route, I slumbered merrily along without a second thought.
One key factor in my calculations which I failed to address was the fact that the yard work entailed pushing around a 250 lb. lawn roller to flatten the lawn where those little bastard moles have created havoc in my yard. 2 hours later after pushing and pulling that thing around, I had completely soaked/sweat through 2 shirts on a day where the recorded high was 49 degrees. Today, 2 days later, I feel every muscle in my shoulders and upper body. And they ache.
Next time, I will set the alarm clock.
One key factor in my calculations which I failed to address was the fact that the yard work entailed pushing around a 250 lb. lawn roller to flatten the lawn where those little bastard moles have created havoc in my yard. 2 hours later after pushing and pulling that thing around, I had completely soaked/sweat through 2 shirts on a day where the recorded high was 49 degrees. Today, 2 days later, I feel every muscle in my shoulders and upper body. And they ache.
Next time, I will set the alarm clock.
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