Slice Of Life

Slice Of Life, is a Weblog (BLOG) that I write, in which I try to tell some sort of story about something, or someone in my life. Sometimes it's happy, sometimes not, sometimes informative, sometimes...... HA, gotcha, did ya think that I was going to say not? Don't know me very well, do ya? :=) I will try to update the BLOG from time to time, whenever I can.

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Location: Chandler, Arizona, United States

My personality is outgoing, I use to be a wallflower, until I realized that it was all the outgoing people that were having the most fun. It was a tough conversion, but nobody I know today would even remotely consider me to be a wallflower. Basically, when I was young, my parents taught me that if you work hard, you can accomplish anything. I haven't quite found the "anything" part to be always true, but it has inspired me to always try to do, and be, my best.

Thursday, March 01, 2012

You Can't Always Get What You Want -- But You Get What You Need.

My friend is leaving this Saturday. And I thought it was going to be no big deal, but actually, I'm pretty much crushed. See, I don't want her to go.

She's not from around here, far from it. It's actually the third time she's come here. The first time was no big deal, I barely had any contact with her. The second and this third time has been different. I've gotten to know her, and dare I say, even care for her.

Despite that, I knew it wasn't going to work out, and after awhile I came to realize that someday it was going to come to this point, and it was going to crush me, I still couldn't stop myself. It felt like I was standing on a train track, and could see the train coming. Although i knew the result would be bad for me, I just couldn't get off the track.

The good times were filled with showing her new experiences. Things she never had the opportunity, time, or maybe someone to show her. I think I made a difference in her life, and I know for sure she made a difference in mine. She may come back again, but the worst part, is she may not. She may be gone forever, and I'm certainly not looking forward to that conclusion.

It's probably for the best. There are just way too many things in the way anyway. Some say that if it doesn't happen, then it wasn't meant to be. Maybe so, but I just wish sometimes that "It wasn't meant to be" wouldn't just always freaking keep happening to me.

There's an old line from a song..... "You Can't Always get What You Want, But If You Try Sometimes You Just Might Find, You Get What You Need.

Maybe so, but at the moment, I'm thinking that "Getting What I Need"..... Really Sucks.

Friday, January 08, 2010

Tom The Plumber

Hey SOL Fans, long time no see! Yeah, I know you missed me. I haven't blogged for almost a year, my apologies. I'm definitely going to try and be more conscientious from now on.

The reason for the title "Tom The Plumber", is because for the last couple of months, I've been replacing all the irrigation dribbler line in my front yard. For those unaware, here in Arizona, the bushes in the front yard each have a little dribbler line for watering. It waters just around the base of the plant, and so it saves water.

The problem, is that the standard irrigation line feeding the dribbles is this cheap flexible black plastic line. Eventually, it ages and cracks and then leaks all over the yard. I had this brilliant idea to replace it all with thick wall hard Poly Vinyl Chloride (PVC) plastic pipe. It's thick plastic, hard to work with, but it lasts forever.

Anyway, to make a long story short (HA), I replaced all the front yard with PVC, but I've been hesitant to run it to the water valves, because the line goes under the wall surrounding the yard, which involves ALLOT of digging. Until Today...

This morning, I went outside, and discovered the street flooding from a stream of water coming from under..... you guessed it, the wall. The additional problem is, that my storage shed is directly on top of those lines. So today, I emptied out the shed, and moved it, got out my shovels, and dig dig dig dig dig.... dig dig dig ( sigh) and FINALLY, uncovered the cracked tube. At this point, I though "Why not go ahead and replace the whole thing with PVC"? Brilliant Right..... RIGHT?

Nope, that's when I hit the main PVC pipe input feed to the valves with my shovel. You know, the line that's tapped off of the main house water pressure? WOW! you should have seen the geyser of water that shot up into the air! 12-15 feet, AT LEAST! I tell ya, Yosemite had nothing on me! By the time I got the valve shut off, everything was soaked. I can't dig anymore in the mud..... actually, I don't want to, and frankly, I'm tired of working on it today. So, I guess I'll just have to leave it for tomorrow. One question does come to mind though.....

I wonder how much it would cost to pay someone to finish this? :-)

P.S. - If you want to see the pictures, I posted them on my facebook page. You can friend me, by using my email address tom7259@yahoo.com Just mention Tom The Plumber, and I'll know :-)

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Cell Phone Takes A Bath

Word to the wise..... Cell phones do not do well in the washing machine :-)

I got rid of my land line a few years ago, so all I have now, is my cell phone. I'm not always able to hear it ring if it is on the other side of the house, so I've sort of gotten in the habit of putting it in my sweatpants pocket, if I'm just lounging around the house.

So, last week, it was the day before the first day of the workweek, which, around my house means, wash day. I wanted to get everything in the "colors", so I stripped off my sweatpants and dumped them in the washer. Yes, that means I was standing there in my underwear..... great visual, eh? Get your mind out of the gutter :-)

Anyway, one thing I forgot to do, was remove my cellphone from my sweatpants pocket. Since the cellphone was turned on, in standby mode, you can imagine what it looked like.... and worked like (NOT) after the cycle. Dead.... no functionality at all. Bummer.

I took it all apart, and sprayed it with some canned compressed air that I have for cleaning out my keyboard, and after several hours, I was able to get it to turn on. Not function, just turn on. No contact list, no battery charge, and I could see water streaks across the display. Not Good (sigh).

One of my coworkers said something similar happened to him, and what he did was put the phone on top of his TV for 3 days to dry it out. The heat from the TV cooked out the moisture. Great, I have flat panel HDTV, which doesn't generate that type of heat. However.... My Cox Cable company digital TV box seems to put out enough heat through it's cooling vents to cook an egg. So, I took my miniature Phillips screwdriver, and took apart as much of the phone as I could, and set it on top of the box overnight.

The next day, I had recovered some functionality. I could receive calls, and send them, but the charger wasn't charging the battery, and I still had no contact list. There did seem to be less moisture streaking on the display, so I repeated the "cooking procedure" a second day. This morning, the battery took a charge, but no contact list. So, I used some Isoprophyl alcohol, and cleaned the contacts of the "smart card", and reinstalled it. still didn't work, but now, it is a couple of hours into the workday, and I just tried it again, and the contact list is back :-)

So, word to the wise.... Never give your cellphone a bath...... I mean, unless you have a high temperature TV or Cable Box :-)

Monday, May 19, 2008

Row Row Row Your Boat, Gently Down The Stream.....NOT!

A few weeks ago, my Adventure Club went up north of Phoenix, to do something I've been wanting to do for awhile..... River Rafting. I know, I know, I've previously written about that time I went (so called) River Rafting in the Grand Canyon, but this was different. The Grand Canyon rafting was with motor powered rafts. While that was fun, REAL river rafting to me means "Paddle Yourself". That's what we did this time.

We hooked up with the Tucson Adventure Club that we sometimes pair up with for these trips, and we drove ~ 2 hours north to an area just above the town of Globe, and started our "Salt River Adventure" just north of the town. We hooked up with a company called "Salt River Rafting" (go figure). They offer overnight and 3 day river rafting on 'The Upper Salt" (Ya like that river rafting lingo, eh?), so this time the club did the overnight. There were 23 of us, 12 from the Tucson club, and 11 of us "Phoenicians".

We carpooled up there with all our stuff, and the rafting company provided wet suits, wet suit booties, life jackets, and even helmets. I was a little "concerned" about needing a helmet, but on the other hand, the thought of bonking my brain on a rock, settled that concern immediately. We all got our paddles, and then hoofed it down to the rafts, where there was ~ 15 minutes of safety and paddling lecture. Basically, keep your hand on top of the paddle, so if the blade hits a rock, you won't get a face full of paddle (good advice in my book), listen for the commands "Right side forward (1,2 or however many stokes), Left side back, All Back etc etc", and most importantly, if you fall out of the boat, point your feet downstream, and float, we'll rescue you (you better).

6 people per rubber boat, plus 1 guide who steers from the back (4 boats total). I'm not sure why, but I always seem to get the front, whether it's rafting or roller coastering, or whatever. No problem, because like they say, "Only the lead sled dog has a clear view" :-) In this case, I was "right side, front". I was pretty confident as we shoved off, because after all, the guide said, the upper section is Class 1's and 2's, the middle is 2's and 3's, and the lower section is 1's and 2's. No problem.... right? I said..... RIGHT?

Yeah, right. About 50 feet from the start, we hit the first rapid. The critical thing they told us for rowers, is for everyone to stroke at the same time. Of course we didn't, and so we got pushed to the right.... right towards a cliff wall. With me being in the front right, guess who is going to be the first "wall kisser". The guide was yelling "Left Back Hard", Right Forward Hard" trying to steer us away, but I could tell we weren't going to have enough space...... so, BONK!! The right front of the boat hit the wall, , then the nose, then the left front, then we were going downstream..... BACKWARDS!!! So, we navigated the first rapid section in reverse, much to the delight and laughs from the other 3 boats in the group (sigh).

Anyway, after a kind reminder from the guide to "paddle together people", we got our timing down really well before we hit the tougher sections of the river. I'm not sure what Class 4's and Class 5's are like, but let me tell you, 2's and 3's were PLENTY of "rapid" enough for me, at least at my relative level of inexperience. By the time we pulled over to the riverbank for lunch, I was ready for a break. The guides actually took care of all the cooking chores, so all we had to do was unzip our wet suits slightly, and lounge around, congratulating ourselves for not drowning that morning. Of course there were several jokes about our boat people "not knowing which way was downstream", but it was all good natured ribbing, so I resisted the temptation to throw them into the river :-)

The rest of the day was spent paddling down through the lower portion of the river, in which 2 of the other boats got stuck on rocks at different times, filled partially with water that need to be bailed out, and nearly turned their boats over, and 2 people from the third boat actually did fall into the river (quickly pulled out). I noticed something funny..... nobody was making jokes about our "backwards boat" when we stopped for dinner..... hummmmmm, I wonder why? At least our boat was relatively dry (hehehehehe).

While the guides cooked dinner, I pitched my tent in a clear sandy area. Man, I love modern tents. When I was a kid in the Boy Scouts, those tents took a long time to put up. now they pop up in a few minutes. I was all set up way before the dinner bell rang. After dinner, we built this huge bonfire from the ton of driftwood on the shoreline, and spent a good part of the evening telling jokes and stories and getting really really....... really drunk. I brought a bunch of beer, and my "Patron Silver" tequila to share, and I drank from other peoples sharing's until I don't even remember going to my tent. Whew!

The next morning, when we woke up (surprisingly, no hangover), the guides cooked us breakfast, and we took our time breaking camp. The only thing I wished, is that we had done the three day, and then after breakfast we would have gone back onto the river for a 2nd day of rafting. Oh well, next time. I hear that the last couple of weeks in March is the best time, because then the water is higher, and the 1's and 2's become 2's and 3's, and the 2's and 3's become 3's and 4's. Hey.... something to look forward to for next year..... RIGHT? :-)

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