Reunited

After 12 days apart, I was reunited with my car at around 7:30 AM CST this morning. Looks good as new.

It would have been Monday but there was an issue with the right rear tire so that had to be replaced. They could have thrown any old tire on it and gotten it back same day but they actually took the time to order in a matching tire to the same tires that are already on it so that was some solid customer service.

I was a little annoyed at the outset when I was called to tell them they’d have to keep it awhile longer but it actually worked out to my benefit – my brother-in-law was released from jail in a town not too far from here (free man, it’s about time!) so I was able to take the rental and go get him as opposed to racking up miles on my car. As the rental was unlimited miles, there was no out-of-pocket overage.

Alas, I’m breathing a sigh of relief. That’s over and I hope that’s the last of this. With me hopefully getting out of DFW(TF) soon, this insane traffic hopefully will be a thing of the past. Man do I hate it.

Oh, and it feels really nice to be shifting gears again. I missed that part of driving, even in heavy traffic. 😉

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I Wanna Go Home (A SpongeBob/Sandy Cheeks Parody)

Do you remember the episode of SpongeBob SquarePants called Texas where Sandy is longing for her Texas home? Of course we all do.

“Don’t you DARE take the name of Texas in vain!!!” – Sandy.

Remember that little song she sings toward the middle of the episode where she’s reflecting on the home she left to conduct underwater research? Yeah, one of the saddest moments in SBSP history.

Well, I was thinking of that song last night in my own longing for home and I wrote a parody of it. I changed it to make it more specific to a city in Abilene and what I miss but also interjected a line from a familiar song for some humor.


Wish I was back in Abilene
The Met* is no place for a Lynn
Wish I was in Abilene
Prettiest town I’ve ever seen 😉
Oh no
I guess deep in my heart I’ll always be an Abilenian :-/

I wanna go ho-o-o-ome, home…

I wanna wake up in Abilene
I miss Vagabond Pizza*
I miss my mom and dad
My friends and my doggie too, oh why?

When I’m away from Abilene
All I can do is cry.

I wanna go ho-o-o-ome
I wanna go home. 😥


I asterisked a couple of terms for you non-Abilene/non-Texas people in case you were wondering what those were. “The Met” is a common term used in Texas referring to the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex. Anytime you hear “The Met” in Texas that’s what is meant. As far as Vagabond Pizza, a pizzeria located in Downtown Abilene. Only the greatest wood-fired artisan pizza you’ll ever eat, complete with a microbrew beer and wine bar, a selection of appetizers and a professional pastry chef for desserts. Oh, and the owners and staff are like my 2nd family so to speak. They love me and I love them.

Anyway, thought I’d share that with you all. I think it’s good to express one’s feelings. Maybe it sucks, maybe you found it entertaining, sad, whatever, but this is exactly the pain I’ve felt in my heart since moving to The Met. I just want to go home.

Autistic Reflections: Job Interviews

Let me be the first to say this: job interviews SUCK. Like they completely and totally suck. They are so biased toward neurotypical people it’s no wonder unemployment rates are significantly higher for those on the autism spectrum than neurotypicals (source: http://www.niassembly.gov.uk/globalassets/documents/raise/knowledge_exchange/briefing_papers/series6/dillenburger290317.pdf).

This whole thing about making eye contact, the social anxiety of meeting new people who could potentially have control over your entire life among other uncomfortable variables, let’s face it, we have it tough. I’ve never been in a job interview that I wasn’t just a total nervous wreck. I don’t think it’s any coincidence that historically speaking the only jobs I’ve ever landed are ones that did not require a formal interview. The few jobs I have landed, including my current job, had no formal interview process and I was just kind of picked up.

Well, knowing how bad I want out of the hellhole I currently work at, I wasn’t going to squander my chance. My poor mother (love her to death, by the way!) spent hours Friday evening and Saturday morning rehearsing possible interview scenarios with me. I absolutely wanted to be prepared for anything they could have thrown at me. I had brought not only a resume but a recent example of a lift plan I’d designed, and not just any lift plan – the heaviest lift in (censored) company history, and I was the lead designer for it. Pretty good resume fodder, don’t you think?

As I pulled up to the office Sunday morning, 15 minutes ahead of schedule I took a moment to calm my nerves while waiting for the branch manager to arrive. When he did and the interview started, I was actually quite calm and collected once that rehearsed scenario started to take effect. I had to keep reminding myself to make eye contact (as painful and uncomfortable as that is for me) and to sound excited and ready to get on board. Was a lot of it forced? Oh yes, but luckily only for a short period of time. I knew it had gone well when the branch manager said he was going to make the push to get me on board and that, if it was totally his decision, he’d have me start right away.

Probably my biggest source of anxiety didn’t come to fruition – namely the issue of tattoos and piercings. I was wearing a short sleeved polo shirt (let’s face it – even that’s overdressed for the crane business) so my wrist tattoos were plainly visible and I left my earrings (both pairs) in. No word was said about either. I didn’t think it would be an issue but I was slightly nervous about it.

Anyway, the branch manager said I’d likely be called in for a 2nd interview soon, this time with the president of the company. That’s a good sign in and of itself, but an even better sign was when he suggested that they come up to Kaufman (where my current office is) to meet over lunch or something as to not put myself in jeopardy here. I thought to myself, “Wow, he must REALLY want me on board!”

Well, wish me luck as the process moves forward. Hopefully someday soon I’ll no longer have to greet these familiar, worn out faces bright and early for our daily races and I’ll be back to more familiar territory closer to those who mean the most to me. I am feeling very optimistic but your continued thoughts, prayers, love, etc. are greatly appreciated.

Much love to you all.

Song Lyric Sunday 1/21/18 – Nancy Whiskey

Yes, I know I’m about 13 hours late with my submission for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday. I’m terribly sorry but it’s been a crazy weekend with my bagpipe band’s annual Burns Supper last night and a job interview this morning (that’s looking very promising I should add!!!).

Alas, comfort. I find nothing more comforting than a glass of Scotch (neat) and a premium cigar – a ritual I’ve been engaging in more and more (and in bigger quantities when I do) just to combat the stress of my current job (the division in the company I currently work for is going to shit, hence me looking for an out).

Hence, I’ve chosen a song that’s a personification of my ritual – an old Scottish folk song called “Nancy Whiskey.” It tells the tale of a Calton Weaver who pissed away all his money on his liquid lover (geez that sounds familiar!!!) but damn she tastes so good. Alas, she will ruin you if you aren’t careful!

There are countless versions of this song but I’m going with the version by the Clancy Brothers with Tom Makem for this post.

I’m a weaver, a Calton weaver
I’m a rash and a roving blade
I’ve got silver in my pocket
And I follow the roving trade

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o

As I rode in through Glasgow city
Nancy Whiskey, I chanced to smell
I went in, sat down beside her
Seven long years, I loved her well

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
Soon I forgot my mother’s teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o

So I rose early in the morning
To slack my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise, but I was not able
Nancy had me by the knees

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o

So, I’m going back to the Calton weaving
I’ll surely make them shuttles fly
For I made more at the Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o

So, come all you weavers, you Calton weavers
Come all you weavers, where’er you be
Beware of whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
She’ll ruin you like she ruined me

Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-o
Source: Lyrics in video description.

That’s a wrap and again I apologize for being tardy. We should be back to our regularly scheduled program next week.

Cigar Review: Blanco Liga Exclusiva de Familia Pennsylvania Broadleaf Maduro

Say that 10 times fast why don’t you?

This offering from Blanco Cigars comes in a very attractive looking cedar sleeve and artistic band design and features a Pennsylvania Broadleaf Maduro wrapper (obvious) over Nicaraguan binder and long fillers. The size reviewed is a 6″ x 54RG Toro vitola.

The first light revealed a perfect draw producing a big volume of thick, chewy medium/full bodied smoke. Flavors of creamy leather on the draw and a very peppery retrohale accompanied by a faint note of oak.

Getting into the first third the flavors get much more complex introducing a subtle sweet cocoa on the draw. Pepper still present but less intense letting the oak shine through on the nose. There’s also a zingy lemon zest that comes in at the very beginning of the draw. The 2nd third retains all the same flavors but everything melds together a little more and gets really smooth. Strength starts setting in halfway. The last third is a little more subdued on the palate with mainly just the cream and oak with a tinge of the lemon left. The smoke started going too warm for my liking at 1 hour 30 minutes for a great burn time for the size. Strength holds at a mild/medium.

The typical impeccable Blanco construction was evident in this stick. Burn was absolutely razor sharp. Ash holds on about an inch and a half at a time.

If I could describe this cigar in one word it’s zesty. Bold, savory flavors that kept me coming back for more. I would consider this an “appetizer” cigar for sure – pair with a bold, hefty red wine or a nice bourbon for best results. Rating: 4.5/5.

A Small Bit of Good Luck in a String of Misfortunes

I had mentioned about a week ago that I’ve suffered way more than my fair share of misfortunes since relocating to the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex – known from hereon as “DFW(TF).” Two car accidents; other issues, you name it. It’s not been kind to me and I really decided I needed an out.

Well I just got a call 40 minutes ago from a crane company closer to home. I had filled out an app when I was on vacation over the holidays but they told me they had no engineering positions available. Oh well, never hurts to fill one out just in case right?

Man oh man am I glad I did. They want me to come in and interview. I guess one of their engineers is leaving, has recently left or they’re expanding their engineering department. Whatever the case, they sound pretty serious about wanting me on board.

Moving back to the Abilene area I can even afford to take a substantial pay cut because cost of living is so much lower, combined with my car insurance going down as well. That of course goes along with the fact I’ll be closer to friends/family again. I see this as a no-brainer – as long as the offer is anywhere in the ballpark I’m going “home.”

Of course, even if I go over to the other company it won’t be a forever job. Not by a long shot. It’ll just be long enough to hold me over until I’m in a position financially and credit-report wise (along with the person I’ve selected to be my future business partner) to launch L&B. However, if I can make my life more tolerable between now and then why wouldn’t I?

Wish me luck guys. Maybe this is the “out” I said I needed.

Connect With Me!

You know, it sucks being a loner sometimes. I don’t really have any friends where I live and very few friends back home. Nights like tonight often leave me wishing I had someone to talk to “after hours” as it were (my coworkers don’t count; I’ve made it very clear to all of them that I’m a coworker and not a friend).

Please connect with me in any of the ways I have on my main page – email, Hangouts, Facebook (though be warned I can get pretty political there – of the more left-leaning variety), Skype, you name it. Chat me up anytime. If you’re nice enough (and live in the US) I’ll even give you my cell number. 😉

For me it’s nice to connect in the blogosphere and off so by all means, if you want to chat me up in any of those ways please do. Hope to hear from you soon!