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Goats are back!

The city has once again brought in goats to clear brush on public land to reduce the risk of fire hazards.

They brought in hundreds of goats once again.

Daddy goats, mommy goats, and even baby goats.

White ones, caramel-colored ones, dark brown ones.

This goat did not like me taking pictures of her and her kid.

She looked at me as if to say, “You’re lucky this electric fence is here.”

Baby goat pee!

Fortunately they’re hard to hear when we’re inside.

Reorganized the pantry.

Holy crap that felt good. You can now see the floor in there. I even got a new shelf system so my home brew supplies are now organized. Unfortunately it took me cleaning out the pantry to realize that I had stacked a whole case of pale ale in the back of the pantry, and now it’s old and gone bad. My plants will have some awesome fertilizer at least.

The shelving is from Trinity International, and because the shelves come in two parts, I am going to build a wheeled shelf system for my garage items. Two shelves for the price of one! What a deal!

I’m the man of this house. I build the furniture.

Michelle and I are still slowly filling the new home with furniture. It’s tough because we both have different tastes, but we have enough rooms to decorate them with different styles so we each get our creative outlets. Sometimes we agree and work on the same room together.

Some of you may remember Michelle’s Chevron Bookshelves. She has since placed some golden objects onto the shelves and declared it the blue and gold room. I decided that I would build a table for the room and stick with the theme.

Here is my handy work.

It’s build out of pipe fittings that I took from my warehouse and spray painted gold. It looks freaking sweet if I do say so myself.

This table was originally supposed to have a wooden table top, but after I realized I don’t know how to make a table top out of wood we decided to go with glass. I think it works out better than wood, because it shows off the hardware much better.

Tiny apartments don’t seem so bad now.

Everyone always tells you that a house is a great investment. Plus you get a lot more room to roam around in, and you might even get a yard. What they don’t tell you is that you have a lot more headaches.

This is what I came home to yesterday.

That hole is about five feet deep.

This is what was in our main drain.

Mom: Do the roots smell like juniper roots?
Me: Uh, I’m not about to smell them, but I’m pretty sure they smell like poop. Were we growing poop plants?

We moved to a farm?

I got out of the shower and heard the bleating of a goat. I looked outside and saw two goats.

 

Me: Michelle, come out here! Do you see those goats?
Michelle: Whoa!
Me: Holy crap! Look over there!

“What are you goats doing in our backyard?”

As I type this they are still outside, munching away on the grass.

Alive and Moving

My website has gone to the dumps recently, even more so now that I’ve been moving. I am simultaneously moving Michelle and myself out of our apartment while moving our office and warehouse for work. I’m very tired.

You can’t see how deep the warehouse is, but we have a long way to go. Drilling and bolting all these shelves down to the concrete is going to be insane.

The nice thing about 10-hour days of physical labor is that I can pretty much eat whatever I want. I had five slices of pizza for lunch one day. After moving some stuff home this weekend I stopped at the local burger joint and decided to go nuts.

Me: Can I get a bacon cheeseburger with pastrami on top if it?
Cashier: Oh, what you want is the Colossal Burger and add bacon to it.
Me: There’s already a name for this burger?!
Cop behind me: Get it. It’s awesome.

I did, and it was.

After my colossal lunch, Michelle’s family came over to look at the new place. They put out some eggs for the Easter egg hunt.

Counting their treasure.

To summarize it all, things are pretty rough right now, and I’m pretty tired. I will be back to my normal fun-loving self soon enough I hope.

Money Woes

If you’ve read Michelle’s post you already know. Yup! I’ve moved out of my parents’ house before thirty! We’ve nailed down a place to live, right next to Downtown Culver City. I can now go to happy hour any time I want and stagger home. There’s a down side to this. All this going out costs money.

Life without all the responsibilities of adults is what we wanted to start with, so we decided to rent. While rent is significantly cheaper than the chunk of mortgage I was paying on my parents’ place (nice way to dodge some taxes), I am having a minor freak out about money right now.

Michelle is probably annoyed with me questioning everything we are spending. Do we really need brand new furniture? There’s plenty of good stuff on Craigslist that might not have bodily fluids on it. Do we have to do laundry again? Turn your underwear inside out and backwards at least once before washing it. Dinner? We ate yesterday!

Still, even though it’s an apartment I’d like our place to feel like our first home. That’s why we will be decorating like this.

It’s like having porcelain dolls all over the house but a lot less creepy.

Nothing says good morning like Emperor Palpatine and Darth Maul side by side.

Not a Man. Think I’m Okay With It

Mom: I have a new batch of spaghetti sauce on the stove.  Do you want me to cook some spaghetti for you, or do you want to make it yourself?

Man, boiling noodles is hard, but I think this is my sign that I need to move out. The good news is that I will be auctioning off my spot. It’s a pretty good gig. Place your bids in the comments.

Downright Depressing

When I was younger I wanted to rule the world. Today I just want to own my own house in Southern California. Back then, ruling the world seemed so much easier than this other goal.

Being grown up sucks.

Ugly Naked Guy

Pretty much everyone knows that reference from Friends. Most people don’t relate to it though. For those of you that are familiar with my house, you’ve seen this view.

What you don’t see in this picture is a house right below us. We have a pretty steep hill, so unless you’re at the edge, you don’t see this house. It must provide some sense of privacy for our neighbors below, so much so that the man of the house feels comfortable enough to walk around in his birthday suit.

One day while I was home sick, I took the camera and tripod out to the edge to snap some pictures of the view, but I caught a glimpse of what I thought was bare bottom. I didn’t do a double check. I turned around and decided my pictures could wait.

I questioned myself about what I saw. Maybe I just saw some skin colored shorts, and that was the end of that, until my parents told me they saw our neighbor’s doodle. We have our very own Ugly Naked Guy.