If you have a lowered Nissan pickup, don't haul 3,000 lbs of wood in it.
My mood has finally returned to nearly normal. I have overcome a self inflicted depression that had nothing to do with the people around me. No, it was more of a case of "poor me" from having too much time to sit around and think. It's actually quite embarrassing to admit it in print. A lot of people either hide their true emotions or refuse to admit that they aren't perfect. My years of management experience has taught me that admitting when you are wrong is one of the strongest character traits that will allow you to succeed. Grandma, I'm sorry that I even brought your name into this whole story. I tried to make it a point that it had nothing to do with you all along through my blogs. Unfortunately some people read prematurely into my message without giving me a chance to speak. You are a wonderful person and I'm more than happy to help you work on the house.
Drama aside it's time to go party. Uncle Mike has a birthday party and it's at the Buffalo Chip Saloon in Carefree Arizona.
The bar is a western motif complete with bull/bronc riding ring that's active on most Saturdays. Looking out at the cacti just adds to the ambiance that we are still here in Arizona. As people start to gather around the table I can finally get back to being me. A large part of my transgression was from texting an old friend who lives in Houston. I gave him a shout out to see if he knew anyone looking for work. Guess what? He is. We will be heading to the great state of Texas in December and I'll be working at his metal fab shop. I'll give ya'll some details on that later.
The sun goes down and the landscape grows cold. Grandma is ready to go and so are we. Turns out to be a pretty lucky coincidence since we rode with her. From here it's an hour drive home. Luckily for us we still get time to catch most of the Packers game vs the Patriots. They got their asses whipped, but that's all part of football.