Sunday, February 18, 2007

Poop, poop, and more poop!

I believe the worth of your life is made up of what you do with it and not what job you have. This is why when my job seizes control of my life and leaves me no time for anything I find myself floating into a depressive funk that I can't quite control. I moved to the beach in order to get away from these things that were bringing me down and it turns out I didn't have to move to do it, I needed to switch careers. But moving has been one of the best things for me...for the past couple of weeks I have been entirely too busy to write anything...this having to do with the job I haven't changed yet. So I have a ton of unfinished posts that I just scrapped and am just gonna lay it all down for you folks right here, right now.

A couple of weeks ago I ran a 10K with my roommate, (Her covert name will be MandyM which is an inside joke between her and I, the other one will be referred to as ParisH) So MandyM and I ran this 10K in Redondo Beach before the superbowl. It was one of those get dressed up things, where we got dressed up as matching 70's track stars and when we got there no one was dressed up but us. At the end of the race they had a free Asahi beer garden, because you know the one thing I'm craving after a race is a frosty brew.

Now I'm not in any kind of shape whatsoever, in fact, my muscle mass is probably comparable to that of a three year old. So imagine my surprise that we were able to run it in 52 minutes. HECK Yeah! She has been training for a marathon so it was no surprise that she would do well, but folks I was able to keep up. My legs hurt for days and days and days afterwards. I can't wait for the next one.

The other amazing thing I have been doing lately is cleaning alot of poop. What a surprise it was to find out the health department had stopped by while I was at work one day and informed MandyM and ParisH that if they didn't clean up the poop from the dogs in our backyard we would be fined. So the weekend before the race I must have tossed 9 large garbage bags full of poop, folks I have no problem farting in front of my roommates now that the three of us have smelled the smells of that day.

But since I have moved in it seems like poop has become a large part of my life. Last weekend I woke up bright and early on Saturday and decided to fix the broken dimmer knob in the bathroom. As I was leaving the house to head to Home Depot, I realized that I might as well fix the other things that were in disrepair. So I made a quick list of what I needed and headed off to the depot.

Now I love home depot because it is huge and I can't go there without buying a hundred unnecessary tools! It was no surprise to me that as I was leaving I noticed a ladder on sale for Twenty Dollars. I thought to myself, wow me, if I owned that ladder I could put all those boxes in the overhanging storage area in the garage. So I bought the ladder, after a couple of hours of fixing all the things that needed fixing I walked into the garage to put the boxes away. As I climbed the ladder I came face to face with the top of the storage area. Which was a complete mess with an inch deep layer of Rat poop layered across everything. All the boxes had been turned into a meca of Ratdom. Now we all know my history with rats, so wasn't it a surprise to see the little buggers had yet again found away into my life.

I climbed back down and resolved that the next day I would go back to the home depot, buy cleaning supplies, masks, and all the necessary items to rip out and rebuild the storage area that I am now referring to as the rat layer. And this is what I did, the original storage area had been built with doors as the planks and was very rickity. After fighting off the King rat with a machete I own in case of Zombie Attacks, MandyM and I spent the whole of the next day ripping out wood, the rat layer, and even caught we think the last rat. Then I rebuilt it from scratch better then ever, it is so sturdy you can do pull ups on it. So there you have it busy little bee, I wonder what poop I'm going to find next?


Anonymous Hip E. said...

You deserve comments for this post. No pictures of you with the rat and the machete??? It's Monday morning! I want violence!

Very impressive. I daresay that if we discovered a Rat Layer in the jo-tel, we would probably just board it up and hope for the best. Why didn't you have your landlord take care of the disgusting rat nest?

February 19, 2007 8:24 AM  
Blogger Stickler said...

My roommates explained that it took our landlord forever to do anything, and I really just wanted to do it. I felt handy for once in my life. And were throwing a party next weekend, Hip E. you should come!

February 19, 2007 10:27 AM  
Blogger Steph said...

How many bags of dog shit? Holy Jebus! I would hate to be your neighbour. Bleh!

February 24, 2007 1:43 AM  
Blogger Stickler said...

Steph, I wish you were my neighbor!

February 24, 2007 8:16 PM  

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