Drinking with Daddy

Ahhhh Drinking with ones father, its somthing of a rite of passage, ya?

My father stops into town every now and then on his way to Tulsa and we go over to Snuffers and grab a beer or two and talk about what ever is going on.  During my fathers most recent visit I informed him that I was “The Second Coming” of him since I look almost exactly like him. (I have a photo of him sitting on a stuffed tiger that everyone thinks is me)

I’ve been attempting to work on my Saab 900 (1985 or 86 one of the two), well I need to change the alternator, should be easy right? well not so much because the last mechanic tightened the tension arm WAAAAAAY to tight, this is already a pet peeve of mine I hate it when people tighten things too tight, there is no need too and you risk damaging the thing you are working on.  This bolt has stopped me from being able to get the car to a point that my father could drive it away and leaving me the jeep… luckily I talked him into taking my Sunfire in exchange for the jeep.

I am mobile again.

Goodnight imaginary people who read my blog~

New things out of trash

I started with this

A roll of carpet I found outside some rich persons house.

I then cut and sized it down to this, a full sized shag rug.  You might think “oh carpet that will make a horrible rug” well think again.

I have played with the idea of adding trim to the outside of the rug to make it look more “Professional”, here is a bit of scrap I attempted to add it on to to see what it looked like.