Holy crap, it's September! Maybe it's because this past winter was so cold and snowy, but this summer seems to have flown by. It seems like only yesterday that Rachel and I were down by the lake near Cannon's Stadium on teh 4th of July. Waiting for the fireworks to start as mosquitos ate us alive and little Hispanic children screamed NON STOP for 2 hours. And he we are in September. Geesh!
So this past Sunday, our neighbors down the street mention that they have a farm house about 90 minutes south west of where we live. They needed some help cleaning up the barn. Since I got tons of experience with barns growing up in Queens, I said sure why the hell not.
So we drive down and finally reach the "country". We walk up over the barn, which is padlocked shut and held shut with two large 2 X4 's. When the padlocks were open and the doors were opened, the smell inside the barn was absolutely gross. A mixture of hay, sweat, urine and animal dung hung heavily in the air. Once the barn was opened for a while, the smell disapaited quite a bit.
So there I am, throwing hay around with a pitch fork, removing old piles of wood and scooping up crusty old poop and carting stuff around in a wheel barrow. YEEEEE HAWWWW. At one point our neighbors made reference to some tools that were stored up in the hay loft. Since they are quite a bit older than I am, I volunteered to get the tools for them. I climbed up the ladder and made my way to the top. As I got to the top, I saw something move from the corner of my eye and heard some rusteling in the corner. I look in the direction the noise came from and saw two beety little eyes peering back at me. I took off one of my work gloves (have to keep my hands silky smooth) and tossed it over towards the set of eyes in the corner. Shortly thereafter a fat racoon comes running out towards me, jumps off the loft, falls about 10-12 feet and continues to run out of the barn. It's a good thing the barn was already littered with dung, so when I shit myself it all belnded in.
So the moral of this story kids... Guys from Queens and barns DO NOT MIX!!!!
Coming up later... My comments on the VMA's and Jessica Simpson's new reality show.
So this past Sunday, our neighbors down the street mention that they have a farm house about 90 minutes south west of where we live. They needed some help cleaning up the barn. Since I got tons of experience with barns growing up in Queens, I said sure why the hell not.
So we drive down and finally reach the "country". We walk up over the barn, which is padlocked shut and held shut with two large 2 X4 's. When the padlocks were open and the doors were opened, the smell inside the barn was absolutely gross. A mixture of hay, sweat, urine and animal dung hung heavily in the air. Once the barn was opened for a while, the smell disapaited quite a bit.
So there I am, throwing hay around with a pitch fork, removing old piles of wood and scooping up crusty old poop and carting stuff around in a wheel barrow. YEEEEE HAWWWW. At one point our neighbors made reference to some tools that were stored up in the hay loft. Since they are quite a bit older than I am, I volunteered to get the tools for them. I climbed up the ladder and made my way to the top. As I got to the top, I saw something move from the corner of my eye and heard some rusteling in the corner. I look in the direction the noise came from and saw two beety little eyes peering back at me. I took off one of my work gloves (have to keep my hands silky smooth) and tossed it over towards the set of eyes in the corner. Shortly thereafter a fat racoon comes running out towards me, jumps off the loft, falls about 10-12 feet and continues to run out of the barn. It's a good thing the barn was already littered with dung, so when I shit myself it all belnded in.
So the moral of this story kids... Guys from Queens and barns DO NOT MIX!!!!
Coming up later... My comments on the VMA's and Jessica Simpson's new reality show.
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