Month: October 2008

Wiskey Dents and Table Tents

Ok, this is entry is gong to get a new tag as this is now going to be filed under “you heard it here first when they throw my arse in jail” as this one is an ambulance chasers wet dream. Today is Wednesday which means hat Carbukle has to get his Power ball lottery ticket as the jackpot is over 42 Mil and considering my 401K is in the shitterer , why not let’s get two for good measure. As I am backing out of the parking spot, I have to cut it very hard to the right as there is a car that is blocking everyone and while this is going on a car pulls up into the parking spot on my left and guess what happens. That’s right my 2002 GMC Yukon XL wants to get a little kissy kissy with an Acura something! Now I don’t really feel anything (why should I) but realize I may have touched bumpers and look around and here is a gentleman who I guess is close to my age getting out of the car looking at me. I put it into park and immediately look at his rear passenger side and don’t see any major damage so I am breathing a little easier. I get out and look at my car and sure enough Modine (that’s what I call the ole girl) has a touch of white paint on the shiny corner of the driver’s side bumper.
I walk up to his car and he immediately says that we need to exchange insurance information and I ask him is there any damage to his car and we both look, then we look closer, closer, and yes there is what I call a “No Blood – No Foul” mark on his rear quarter panel and he goes into a slight hissy fit about needing my information. I then think that I have struck Cameron Fry’s father (name that movie for extra bonus points) who wipes his car down with a diaper but then I look all over his car and it has whisky dents/shopping cart dings all over this thing so this isn’t the only scratch on the ole girl, she has been through some battles. I then ask the gentleman if he really wants to do insurance or lets see if this thing can be buffed out and I can pay for that service.
EDITOR’S NOTE – I work in an industry that I want stuff to break and to get damaged as I sell parts and service to maintain this equipment. I have seen major body damage done to a piece of equipment and give my painter/repair guys some spit, bubble gum, crazy glue, paint and bondo and it looks like nothing happened. This is so easy to repair, I think that I could do it with a high speed buffer and some rubbing compound.
Now this is where this gentleman now goes to the status of Junior Mint in that he tells me that this this is more than a buff it out and it will need to go to the shop and I finally say that’s fine, let’s exchange info and I will call the police to file a report. Now I get a little bit of back peddle as he doesn’t want to call the police and the truth of the matter, neither do I (I know STUPID on my part) so I say ok, give me your info and drivers licence and I will give you mine and we can copy the info we need. We do this and I pull out my digital camera and start taking pictures of his car and the ‘damage’ and I get a little bit of “why are you taking pictures” to which I reply that I am simply covering all of my bases. Needless to say I get a little bit more resistance and now Junior Mint is losing credit very fast. I ask him if he is planning on taking this to have it buffed out and he tells me that he has a cousin who has a car wash service and I inform him that I will need to have him take to to a national chain that accepts credit cards as I will need to document this on my work car expenses (a bull$hit excuse but what does he know) so he will let me know who he takes it to.
We finish up and I give him his stuff and I head home right around the corner and then I get that feeling that I should have called the cops so I call my insurance company claim office and make a report. Now the lady who I am talking to is a rather unhappy lady who must be sitting in some cubical in Providence Rhode Island and she is quite perturbed when I inform her that Junior Mint and I are going to try to work this out amongst ourselves. She then asks me “why are you filling out a report” and I tell her that I have a feeling that we have a neck injury and the car needs major rear end work done and then when I call you to file this report a week later I will get “why didn’t you call us the moment it happened” she then laughed and took my information.
I look back in hindsight and if this were an elderly driver, a young adult or a female I would have probably have said sure, let’s call the cops here, let’s exchange information and never mentioned let’s try to see if we can do this without insurance and make the insurance company be the bad guy. I suspect that this dude is going to create a stink, make a mountain out of a molehill and probably thinks that he is going to get his car simonized on my insurance. Not today Junior Mint, I may have been born at night but not last night.

I will let you know how Carbunkle Trumpet versus the “It’s so easy a Cave Man can do it!” Insurance company goes.

Oh and here are the pics of the car and the damage that I did and the last two are of Modine and the flesh wound.

Can you see anything? Look at the top seam near the wheel
Got close up and it took you be the judge

Rear bumper didn’t take but there is a small scratch
Modine’s love mark (that I can’t wipe off because if it goes to the adjuster he has to report something) it is the white part on the red (I think)

The other side where I did some damage to Momma’s BMW (that was on her birthday and it cost me over a G to get her car fixed 2 years ago)

TTK!

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Wiskey Dents and Table Tents

Ok, this is entry is gong to get a new tag as this is now going to be filed under “you heard it here first when they throw my arse in jail” as this one is an ambulance chasers wet dream. Today is Wednesday which means hat Carbukle has to get his Power ball lottery ticket as the jackpot is over 42 Mil and considering my 401K is in the shitterer , why not let’s get two for good measure. As I am backing out of the parking spot, I have to cut it very hard to the right as there is a car that is blocking everyone and while this is going on a car pulls up into the parking spot on my left and guess what happens. That’s right my 2002 GMC Yukon XL wants to get a little kissy kissy with an Acura something! Now I don’t really feel anything (why should I) but realize I may have touched bumpers and look around and here is a gentleman who I guess is close to my age getting out of the car looking at me. I put it into park and immediately look at his rear passenger side and don’t see any major damage so I am breathing a little easier. I get out and look at my car and sure enough Modine (that’s what I call the ole girl) has a touch of white paint on the shiny corner of the driver’s side bumper.
I walk up to his car and he immediately says that we need to exchange insurance information and I ask him is there any damage to his car and we both look, then we look closer, closer, and yes there is what I call a “No Blood – No Foul” mark on his rear quarter panel and he goes into a slight hissy fit about needing my information. I then think that I have struck Cameron Fry’s father (name that movie for extra bonus points) who wipes his car down with a diaper but then I look all over his car and it has whisky dents/shopping cart dings all over this thing so this isn’t the only scratch on the ole girl, she has been through some battles. I then ask the gentleman if he really wants to do insurance or lets see if this thing can be buffed out and I can pay for that service.
EDITOR’S NOTE – I work in an industry that I want stuff to break and to get damaged as I sell parts and service to maintain this equipment. I have seen major body damage done to a piece of equipment and give my painter/repair guys some spit, bubble gum, crazy glue, paint and bondo and it looks like nothing happened. This is so easy to repair, I think that I could do it with a high speed buffer and some rubbing compound.
Now this is where this gentleman now goes to the status of Junior Mint in that he tells me that this this is more than a buff it out and it will need to go to the shop and I finally say that’s fine, let’s exchange info and I will call the police to file a report. Now I get a little bit of back peddle as he doesn’t want to call the police and the truth of the matter, neither do I (I know STUPID on my part) so I say ok, give me your info and drivers licence and I will give you mine and we can copy the info we need. We do this and I pull out my digital camera and start taking pictures of his car and the ‘damage’ and I get a little bit of “why are you taking pictures” to which I reply that I am simply covering all of my bases. Needless to say I get a little bit more resistance and now Junior Mint is losing credit very fast. I ask him if he is planning on taking this to have it buffed out and he tells me that he has a cousin who has a car wash service and I inform him that I will need to have him take to to a national chain that accepts credit cards as I will need to document this on my work car expenses (a bull$hit excuse but what does he know) so he will let me know who he takes it to.
We finish up and I give him his stuff and I head home right around the corner and then I get that feeling that I should have called the cops so I call my insurance company claim office and make a report. Now the lady who I am talking to is a rather unhappy lady who must be sitting in some cubical in Providence Rhode Island and she is quite perturbed when I inform her that Junior Mint and I are going to try to work this out amongst ourselves. She then asks me “why are you filling out a report” and I tell her that I have a feeling that we have a neck injury and the car needs major rear end work done and then when I call you to file this report a week later I will get “why didn’t you call us the moment it happened” she then laughed and took my information.
I look back in hindsight and if this were an elderly driver, a young adult or a female I would have probably have said sure, let’s call the cops here, let’s exchange information and never mentioned let’s try to see if we can do this without insurance and make the insurance company be the bad guy. I suspect that this dude is going to create a stink, make a mountain out of a molehill and probably thinks that he is going to get his car simonized on my insurance. Not today Junior Mint, I may have been born at night but not last night.

I will let you know how Carbunkle Trumpet versus the “It’s so easy a Cave Man can do it!” Insurance company goes.

Oh and here are the pics of the car and the damage that I did and the last two are of Modine and the flesh wound.

Can you see anything? Look at the top seam near the wheel
Got close up and it took you be the judge

Rear bumper didn’t take but there is a small scratch
Modine’s love mark (that I can’t wipe off because if it goes to the adjuster he has to report something) it is the white part on the red (I think)

The other side where I did some damage to Momma’s BMW (that was on her birthday and it cost me over a G to get her car fixed 2 years ago)

TTK!

Blog Action Day – Poverty (IMHO)

Definition of the word poverty;
Noun
S: (n) poverty, poorness, impoverishment (the state of having little or no money and few or no material possessions)

Now I have to disagree with Mr. Webster and I know plenty of people who could be categorized in this category yet I consider them the richest people in the world as they have their family, their friends, and their country, what else do you need? I started this blog stuff in the first place was reading about the ‘Blog Action Day’ on a couple of my regular blog hits that I do each day, thank you ladies I hope my voice is now heard by someone. I consider this as a Carbunkle hot topic and sadly I am now breaking one of my golden rules and discussing current events but bear with me please.
Fast forward to a small sleepy fishing town that is on an island off the coast of Belize and there you will find poverty but (again IMHO) is for a definition that I think that Mr. Webster needs to rethink. I have been blessed in that I have been going to San Pedro since I was very young and I have lots of Belizean friends both nationals and residents. Over those years I have had the privilege to be invited into their homes and as a child (spoiled brat) first my initial (typical US is better than you) impression is that these people live in filth and are poverty stricken. Sadly I looked at them keeping score in my mind that we had a better TV, bigger house, this and that and now I say to myself I should have been smacked in the head by someone. Two years ago one of my friends invited me, my wife and some of our traveling friends to his house and I saw a different view through the traditional US rose colored glasses and saw not poverty but a healthy family that is richer than any US housing project household in Memphis. Sure the house were 3 small rooms for a family of 5 by US standards but yet the house was clean, the beds were made; the kitchen clean and everything had a place and the house was filled with laughter, joy and love. One of our friends who were also visiting the house remarked to me that they live in 3rd world poverty to which I quickly corrected her in that the toilet worked, the lights were on and that the kids were wearing clean clothes and yes they had an outdoor shower but this is the tropics after all! Are they poor and in poverty – absolutely not, they are happy, the children are nourished and free of disease and the family structure is in place. Yet through the rose colored glasses eyes of the ‘Ugly American’ they are in poverty and I strongly disagree with that.
In my humble opinion I feel that the definition of the word poverty should say that people who live in an economic state and are not either educated or shown that there is a better way or lifestyle for them. Case in point is the San Mateo area of San Pedro Town in Ambergris Caye as this is now the point of my rather lengthy Carbunkle rambling. San Mateo is an area of the island that is above the flood plain and yet the residents of this area live in stilt housing and use versions of London bridges to commute back and forth to the rest of the island. Do these people live in poverty, I think not, they are happy, they are good people and know right from wrong yet (again IMHO) they don’t know that there is a better life out there for them. Due to the houses being on stilts and the water table being above flood plane there is no septic system so the residents are forced to use chamber pots and then empty them into the water that is above the house. The dysentery, the disease and the stench is horrible and yet the children are happy, the parents are content and this is where I think that we as educated, computer literate bloggers (still weird for me to say that) need to get involved and take action. Last month there was a public outcry from some people on the island as a small girl died from what they believe was related to the conditions of the water and area but now it has gone silent and I believe a stink should be raised! Granted money, benefits, and all kinds of raffles may help but I think that we need to focus on educating these wonderful, great people and tell them that this is not healthy and that there are other options for them on the island. There is one diamond in the rough in this area and that is the Holy Cross School that sits above the stench and is a tireless educator and patron for these residents and for those children who may not get the same opportunity as you and I would. I am not going to go into detail but I can assure you that this school, its teachers, faculty, friends and administration work tirelessly to educate the children and parents that there is a better lifestyle and living conditions for them, once they realize that money is great, but education is power will they chose to move and to better themselves. We have all heard the old Chinese proverb and I am going to close with it; Give a man a fish and you feed him for the day, teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.

Back side of Holy Cross School on the right
Typical San Mateo housing on stilts
And where is the playground for them to play on?
San Mateo’s version of London Bridge
During the Rainy Season the roads get washed out

May God bless my own family, my friends here in the US and on that little island that I love and cherish and also the people of the San Mateo area of San Pedro town!

Please visit the following blogs to get more information as they give more of a snapshot in to the world of San Mateo.
http://tacogirlblog.blogspot.com/search/label/Holy%20Cross%20School
http://www.holycrossbelize.blogspot.com/

TTK

Someone has a hankering for some smoked pork

I think I may be pregnant as this morning I awoke and I am craving ribs for some reason. So off to the local grocery store this morning and you have to love grocery stores at 7AM as there is not a soul in there and I procured enough for dinner this evening. The method that I cook Ribs is the way my friends BBQ team does them as you smoke them for a couple hours then you steam them in a citrus juice and the last hour you put a finishing/glaze on them. Anyway the key is a good fire and smoke. I will add more as the process goes on today. 200 degrees in the shade (so hot)

Smoke signals to the neighbors

And to think that in 6 hours they will be ready!

Adding the OJ and Brown Sugar love

Happy, Happpy!

Applying the Glaze/finishing sauce

Another slathering (is that a word) and a little rest before serving

Sure is quiet!

Good Night Memphis, Craving solved!

TTK!

What do Gay bears and the World Series have in common…..NO CUBS!

All I have to say about the Cubs is that I hope you enjoy the time off because it is a Century +1 for stinking up the game! Anyway had a good Saturday as we competed in the downtown Olympics at Calhouns Sports bar. There were 7 teams of 4 and the neighborhood fielded 3 of those so a good time was had by all. The events were a bar relay race, Big wheel race, soul burger eating contest, synchronized drinking and a corn hole contest. South Bluffs 2 didn’t win any medals but team 3 picked up some so we shall wait till next year to see if we can Micheal Phelps it!

South Bluffs Team 1
They got their ride on a trailer
Calhouns team
The Republic of PBR
The 417 South Main boysThe Squirrels

AJ on SB1’s ride

Me on the little bike (Safety first)

Soul Burger love!

Lining up for the Soul Burger eating contest

Me and Ms Dinkgrave

SB1 doing the synchronized drinking

Squirrels

PBR’s Routine
PBR Making a pyramid
Our offering done to “Rehab” by Amy Winehouse
As you can see we are ad libbing it!
There is always one Texas fan in the bar!

The Canadian Ref

Good to be the king!

Goofing around!

Katie sure is a snazzy dresser!

The Arian Race!

No it’s not Borat but he is here for your daughters!

Sparks and Liz Chatting it up

SB2 in the Cornhole

SB1 Watching the games

All in all a good time was had by all!

TTK!