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Well, I've now taking my jibbersh and gone pro with it. This blogger deal just wasn't cutting it for me. For those of you that do read this, I thank-you, but the fact is, this entire blog is sitting out in cyberspace. It receives no traffic, no matter how many things I link it to, the visitors just do not come through.

I now have a hubpages account, and before you say anything, I agree, I will receive less adsense money from a hubpages account than I would from a blogger adsense account. But let's be honest, 100% of 0 is still 0. At least with Hubpages, it will be a 60/40 split of SOMETHING!

So far, things are off to a good start, I've already made my first $1 on Week 1. It's not a lot, I agree, but you have to realize that it took me almost 2 years before I made my first PENNY with my youtube videos. So, $1 on the first week with only 5 hubs written, I'll take that all day long. I'm trying to make myself realize that this is a time thing, yet again. I'm trying my best to write what are called "Evergreen" hubs, that aren't related to current events and will therefore be relevant forever. So, as time passes, they should receive more and more views, and slowly but surely make their way up through the search engines. Time will tell.

Anyways, for those that still read these things, I will post the links here. Who knows, maybe I'll get some traffic from randomly posting back links into the outer realms of our world, but as of right now, I highly doubt it.

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Conversations at work

I had this conversation with a co-worker.  Thought it was funny.  I guess the conversation could be labeled "How do you know when you've encountered a redneck."

Rednecks are everywhere.  In every state, no matter where you are.

How do you know if you see one?

How long have you lived in the South?

All my life.

Well, you should know by now when you encounter one.

What is different about them?  Is it their demeanor?

Yeah, I guess.

Do they not like to do nice things, like go to a Gala?

What's a Gala?

It's a nice, fancy dinner, usually pretty expensive.

Well, that depends, are you buying?  Because a redneck will go to that if you are taking him, but won't on his own.  Usually, they will be at the nearest Golden Corral, because to them, food is food, and they don't need things to be all fancy.
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Basically, it's one of the weirdest conversation of my life.  Try to describe a redneck.  When you live in the south.

I have also began trying to find solutions to my snoring.  Here is a picture to demonstrate, with my face bra and electrical tape.

Some people are still hiring!

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From my email

Hey guys!
 
I usually don't post things that I receive in my inbox at work.  It's those funny stories that make their way around a thousand times, and everyone has at one point heard the story or talked about the story, but you think someone hasn't, so you forward to your 50 friends, and so on and so forth it goes.  But this story that I got today, I've never heard before, ever.  So, I just thought I would take the time to share it with you, and document it for myself because I would like to remember it also.  I also found a lot of humor in this story, because I feel like it could possibly very easily be my story, and therefore put me on the front page of the Anderson, SC Newspaper (FINALLY!).  It's really funny, and left me covering my mouth to NOT LOL in a quiet office setting.

Somehow in my mind, all of this gets linked back to my facebook picture album called "Lawn Mower Difficulties."  My constant struggles with that piece of machinery is the only thing in my life that I can relate this to.  I don't know how to upload an entire album, so I'll just post the pictures here for everyone to see, and the story that I am referencing will be below them.

I also made a short film about the difficulties with just trying to do a simple task such as sharpening the blades on it.  So sad.

Enjoy!

Gil

 

Here is the story below from my email, as promise. :-)

For those of you who have a lawnmower and want to install an Electric

fence:'what-Not-to-do' is printed below....

If you have ever used an electric fence or know someone who has one you

should read this.

The language used is a bit salty, but 'he tells it like it is' without

cursing.

This was sent by a retired dentist.

We have the standard 6 ft. Fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I

heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To

make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a

single wire along the top of the fence.

Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for

26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. Long ground rod, and drove it 7.5

ft. Into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in

the ground, the better the fence works.

One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel

push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for

a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire

and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.

It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all.

Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand

and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the

charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an

upside down cow on fire on the cover.

Time stood still.

The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side

of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower

ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs &

Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally

at one with the engine.

It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower were

fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.

Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to

differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3

different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of

bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you're all leaned back

and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there

were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together. It was

like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.

At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto

the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't

let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences. But Dad

always had those piece of shit chargers made by International or whoever

that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.

This one I could not let go of. The 8 ft. Long ground rod is now

accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom

soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and

take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.

'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!

Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping

run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it.

Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest, I think 'Oh God

please die... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy

cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor

waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot.

So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing

in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day.

He left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own

stupidity I had created.

I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire.

I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me,

out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.

There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then

another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the

ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in

the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.

Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:

1 - Three of the fillings in my teeth have melted.

2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek

(not the left, just the right).

3 - Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as

you might think.

4 - My left eye will not open.

5 - My right eye will not close.

6 - The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little

session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was

better than new after that.

7 - My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.

8 - I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of

the number 4 (still don't understand this???).

That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I

appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make

sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.

The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I

can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT

gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to

triple check before I mow.

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Intro to my Trucker Interview Playlist

Hello everyone!

I have some exciting new!  I have recently started a "Real-life Trucker Interviews" playlist on my Youtube channel.  It will give you an in-depth, real life view of what it is like to be a Truck Driver on America's roads and highways.  I ask detailed questions and get GREAT answers from the men and women who do the job, live and work in the field, and choose to share a split second of their lives with you.  I'm hoping to do more and more as time goes along, but as of right now it is a bit hard to get people to give me an interview.  I don't really blame them, because would you really get in a car with a funny looking white boy while the engine is running and he's holding a video camera.  Yeah, me neither!

Anyways, so far this has been a lot of fun, and I feel like this is one of the few times in my life that someone could really benefit from my videos, and people could learn from it and know what to expect if they were to make this a career choice or new a change in life and are looking into other professions.  I look forward to meeting everyone and making lifelong friends, and so far, this is what I have to share with everyone. Enjoy!

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I have also created a facebook fan page.   Click here to view it.  That is where everything will load and fall.  Everything goes thru that page first.  It is the beginning of the funnel system.  My youtube videos automatically load there, this blog automatically posts there, and all that gets funneled down into my twitter account.  It's a pretty good set-up if you ask me!

Thanks again guys, and check back soon for more updates and fun videos!

Gil

Ex-squeeze me? A baking powder?

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I think that based on what I've said here and with my videos on youtube, it's a well documented fact that I ride my motorcycle to and from work, daily, to save on diesel fuel for my truck.  Having said that, "BOY DO I HAVE A STORY TO TELL YOU!"

Basically I was cruising down HW 29 as usual, doing around 60 or 65 mph for the 45 to 60 minute trip.  I usually run Pandora thru my phone, and up into my ears with ear buds, but this time I just wore my ear plugs instead, wanting some calmness in the morning ride.  This morning was the second morning it was super cold, a sign of more to come I'm afraid.  I was fully dressed in everything that I can put on.  Gloves with liners, winter and rain liner in my jacket, sweat pants and water pants over my blue jeans, and my new neck cover that my brother bought me for my birthday.  It's a lot of put on but it all does it's job in keeping the 60 mph wind and cold away from your skin.  I actually work up a light sweat by the end of the ride, to be honest with you.  My co-workers would never believe that though.

Anyways, I'm buzzing down the road, and I see a situation in front of me that will forever live in infamy in my tiny little brain.  I see a car and what seems to be either a moped or scooter pull out in front of me, quite a ways up the road.  No biggie.  I know that I'll catch them pretty quick, so I roll out of the throttle and let the bike start to coast, and sure enough, I'm all over them within another 30 seconds.  I quickly notice that the 2 wheeled vehicle is a Scooter, and this guy is dressed for the cold too.  He has a thick Carhardtt jacket on, with the hood blowing in the wind under his helmet, and it looks like blue jeans and just regular boots.  He is riding this Scooter, huddled down, trying to protect himself from the wind with this tiny little windshield.

The car in front of both of us is only doing about 45 mph in a 55 mph zone.  We both get anxious for the guy to either speed up to the speed limit or for us to start looking at ways to pass him, just as the left blinker comes on as the guy dives into a side street. Thank God!  That would have been a long 20 miles for the rest of the way to work.  Right as he's turning, my guy nails that Scooter for all it's worth, and shows me assholes and elbows as the engine is screaming down the road.  I grin as I let him get a head start, so that I can blow by him at Mach II and let him hear the 1400cc scream back at him.  He's up the road quite a ways, and my right wrist gets twitchy, so I crank on it and pop 3rd and then 4th gear in, and I make an appointment to take that last name from him.  This is where things get a little confusing, to say the least.

I'm blasting down the road at what I consider a high rate of speed, and I'm not catching him as quickly as I had previous expected.  FINALLY, his tail light starts to grow as I slowly pull him back to me, like a huge catfish on the end of a line.  Things are blurry in my peripheral now, but the bike is running smooth and sounds great so I keep twisting the throttle.  He's running the right side white line strong, which is pretty typical of Scooters and Mopeds, so I pull up even with his back tire to my front tire, on the left side.  The next stretch of road is straight and is where I typically pass slower moving cars because it gives me what I consider the safest area to do so.  Right as I'm about to go for it, something just didn't feel right.  It felt like I was already at my passing speed, as we were riding even, almost side by side.  It felt almost like the bike didn't have much left to give me.  Sure enough, I glance down at my speedometer, and WE ARE DOING 75 MPH, CRUISING!!!

WHAT???   Okay, hold the phone.  Nobody told me that Scooters could go that fast!  What the hell, man?  Did you know about this?  A Scooter?  REALLY?

So, long story short, I never passed him.  I have a personal limit of 80 mph, and I just don't feel comfortable going over that on a motorcycle, so we just rode on down the road, cruising, together, hand in hand, at 75 mph, until he took a right turn about 10 miles later.  I mean, what is the deal? How does that happen.

So that was my lesson learned on a Tuesday morning.  Scooters.  Never underestimate them, because they can whoop your ass, if need be.  And I know that he is probably getting around 50 miles per gallon or some crap, but I just would not feel comfortable going that fast on that small of a bike, with only 13" tricycle tires, okay. I'll take the sacrifice in fuel mileage for not only comfort, but safety in riding the bike that I do.  It was just a crazy morning, and I felt like sharing it with the world, so here I am.

In another act of randomness, this is what I seen in our local Walmart at 10:30 pm, on a Sunday night, sometime over the summer.

Yep.  That's a lady.  And yep, she's walking her full grown Pitbull mix.  That's where we're at, on a random night, in Anderson, SC. 


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Mellow Mushroom

"Mellow Mushroom, Pizza Bakers, Anderson, SC"

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I don't even know what to say about this place guys.  Where do I start.

Now, I'm not a food critic.  I have no expert opinion about any of this, but lets just say, I eat a lot, and most of the time, it is outside of my home.  So all the OPINIONS expressed here are mine, and reflect my views only.  I can say that we were really, really excited about getting a Mellow Mushroom in Anderson, SC.  We usually have to go to Greenville, SC and go out to eat with our family at the restaurant they have there.

It was just an overall disappointment, and I was left, honestly, wanting to go eat somewhere else so that I could go home full.

The restaurant is located in downtown Anderson in a newly remodeled building.  The city is trying really, really hard to revitalize the downtown area, and since I moved to Anderson in 2005, the changes have been noticeable, and it is coming along quite nicely.  So, the actual building and ambiance was nice.  It's in a good location, and it should do quite well when foot traffic returns to downtown Anderson.  I can say this.  It's just loud in there.  Something about the smallness of the restaurant, and all the concrete, brick and metal, it just had a lot of echos, and we could barely hear ourselves talk to one another at our table.  And, just so you know, I'm 27 and not on social security, so I really don't mind loud noisy places, but this one was noticeable.

The service was much to be desired.  It took us forever to get a waitress (which was strange considering they looked overstaffed by about 5 people), and when we did find one, she just acted like she hated being there, and didn't really care if we ate or not.  Throughout the meal, she never topped off our cups, and asked only once if we were okay after another lady brought us our pizza.  The rest of the time, she was in the back talking to her friends and play with her phone.  I don't expect much from a pizza joint, but it was very unprofessional.

The food.  I'll give them this, it is very good.  But the portion sizes, what the hell man??  It was just the two of us, so we ordered the 10" pizza, thinking that would be plenty for us to eat on a Tuesday night dinner.  It didn't come with anything.  No bread sticks.  No garlic knots.  No side salads.  Nothing.  Just with a $10.75 bill!!  Really?  And when we got the pizza (half was cheeseburger for me, double-cheese for my wife), it was barely four slices!!  We just paid $10.75 for four slices?  But like I said, they have crazy nice pizzas. The cheeseburger pizza is out of this world, and they had tons of specialty pizzas that I would not mind trying, such as but not limited to:  Loaded baked potato, Hawaiian Pizza, Triple Meat, tons!  But the portions sizes are just not what I expected.  They have bigger pizzas, yes, but also bigger prices.

The thing that blows my mind, is that I can take that $11.00 and go to Little Caesars, and come home with a Large Pizza and Crazy bread with sauce, and still have some change left over for a 2-liter Mountain Dew!

This is why I'm fat.  Good food at good prices.

I don't know.  Call me old fashion. Call me a cheap.  Whatever.  I work for a living. I give away my life for a wage in exchange for a trade that I perform, and I just look for the biggest bang for my buck.  And my final bill being $12.75 after tax, and then leaving a $2.00 tip, just doesn't work for me.  If I had a family, I would like to feed them.  And if I don't, I wouldn't mind having some leftovers to stick in the refrigerator.

Would I go back there?  I'd have to say yes, but as a group with family, and order bigger pizzas, and mostly because I enjoy our downtown area now and what they are trying to do with it.  I'm going to write off the bad service as an do-over, because the place is fairly new, and maybe they just need some time to weed out the bad personnel. 

That's all I got.  Be sure to check back, because I will always have more reviews to come.  Like I said, these are purely opinions, and express my views on that particular night only.  AND, if I do go back, and it's freaking awesome, I will report back here, and let Mellow Mushroom redeem themselves.  Or....................they can just pay me to take down this post.  hahahaha!!

Thanks for reading guys, and please remember to always look twice and save a life, motorcycles are everywhere!

~Gil

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I haven't made a post in a while, but I have made a few youtube videos. I don't know if anyone will be interested in these, but here they are!