To those that defend our great nation...

My sincere thanks to those that have served or who are serving the greatest nation on Earth: The United States Of America. What a country!

Take a look around. It's been 150 years since any of us had to worry about hiding in our basements or defending our homes from hostile forces. Our peace and prosperity has been bought and paid for by the blood, sweat and tears of those that chose to serve.

The way I look at it, all that I have I owe to them and those that came before.

I believe that our leadership, not just the POTUS, have forgotten that these are MEN and WOMEN that we are sending in country. Their Blood will be spilled, and for what?

Hey Dub, I voted for ya, but you sure did put one over on me, TWICE! Iraq is a MONEY war. Contractors-all-you-can-eat buffet on the tax-payer's dime war. I feel ashamed that I helped this happen by helping to vote GWB and his cronies into office. I apologize for that yall.

The Oath taken by every service member includes the phrase "...I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic..." psst! I think the threat is over...

I've read and said aloud the entire Oath. No where in it, does it refer to oil, money, big business, or religion. Yet, we find ourselves mired in TWO wars.

The SOB that planned 9/11 is dead.

Saddam is wormfood.

You can not impose democracy upon a populace that does not comprehend it. Those that can have already left.

There is nothing to be gained in either theater of war. Let's get our people home and commit war on all that is wrong here at HOME.

Before another American dies, BRING THEM HOME!

Leave a comment if you agree or even if you don't! This is America!

I jus dont get it...

Just about every day I find someone that just doesn't get it.. whatever 'it' is.

Maybe it's that co-worker that just doesn't understand the nature of your work.
Maybe it's that non-responder to e-mails.
Maybe it's that nosy neighbor with time on her hands.

It's a roll of the dice as to who it's going to be.


Today, it is Me.

I just don't get it.

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The best way to kill an enemy...

Is to make him a friend. Not sure who originally wrote that, but it sure does make sense, in most cases. There are exceptions. With day to day enemies like apathy, sloth, and complacency, making friends is not an option. One must kill this enemy. They are not flesh and blood, thus not subject to normal bullets or bombs. They exist solely in the minds of men. To combat these enemies, one must CARE, DO, and RESOLVE to leave a better place behind us as we leave. Each one of us must feel convicted to care about it, do something about it, and resolve to make it happen. What ever "it" is. Once we get into the habit of caring, doing and resolving, Apathy, Sloth, and Complacency die. One person at a time, starting with me. And just imagine if everyone cared, did, and resolved. I imagine a world with no hunger, poverty, and war.

Some times opportunity knocks, other times it strolls right on by.

Opportunity can manifest itself in many forms. We may or may not recognize it for what it truly is. It helps to open one's eyes! Look for opportunities for change, whatever it is. This is the American Way of Life. (That should be trade-marked if it isn't already). I found my thing. I've read more about our petroleum situation in the last two years that I had originally cared to. I've learned of quite a few technologies that claim to be able to wean America off the teat of foreign oil. A lot of them work. Yes, you can make fuel from algae, but at what scale?. Yes, you can grow corn and ferment ethanol, but at what cost? Of all the technologies out there holding a promise of energy independence, only one has stood out as the leader in all areas. This product is E4 Envirolene.

• The process uses what we normally throw away! (Yay!)


• The process scales! (How much trash ya got?)


• The product works! (No drop in MPG, more power, less emissions)


• The process employs people! (money cures many ills)


• The process can be deployed virtually anywhere! (next to our soon-to-be-full landfills)


• The product is profitable! (Imagine making money in the fuel sector and being environmentally correct at the same time!)


• The product already has EPA approval for usage just like ethanol, but without the performance and mpg hit!

I am working on bringing this product to market. The market is HUGE. So huge in fact, that people can and do tout the latest and greatest thing, collecting investment dollars, with no actual intent of actually producing any fuel. See the following for an example: http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704364004576132453701004530.html We are taking a different approach. Please take the time to do a little research and you should come to the same conclusion that I have: E4 is a viable product. It has ZERO against it, and EVERYTHING for it. When you are ready for some additional information, contact us: http://www.biorootenergy.com/

MR2 MKII Rear Tail-light assembly removal.

After almost breaking my tail-light trying to replace a light bulb, I figured I'd share what I have learned: The procedure is the same on both sides. There are 3 screws to remove. Pop the trunk. Right above the inboard side of the lense is a phillips head screw. Remove it. See Picture #1. Gently pull the inboard side of the lense out about 2 - 3 inches. this should provide a gap to pry away the outboard side sub-lens. See picture #2. This will reveal two more phillips head screws.Remove them. See picture #3.

Stuff I Can't take credit for...

I think these originated, (for me at least) in a forwared e-mail...credits to their creators..

Looking for GOD?

The thing that most makes us human also makes us able to achieve a self-directed path. Self-Determination.
The decision one makes, no matter what motivates the decision, still resides solely within one's own mind.
You decide to do or not to do. Period.
GOD is this.
GOD is your conscience.
GOD is becoming aware of yourself, really aware.
GOD is taking control and responsibility for your actions and dealing with the results of said actions.
GOD is knowing you are weak and taking measures to armor up for the fight, mentally.
GOD is knowing that you are strong and leveraging this in your day to day fight with whatever it is that has taken control from you.
GOD is approaching each decision with clarity and focus and knowledge of self.
You may not get everything right the first time, but impefection is something we have to live with. We might as well learn from it.

This is but MY opinion on the matter of religion. Your actual experience may differ.
Not to be combined with any other offers. Offer void if the bearer has a tiny mind.

Finally!

Jeezus! You'd think it was a matter of National Security to get a password reset! After More than 2 years of inactivity, Notyard is back, meaner than ever. Brace yourself.

Epilog

So much has been written following the death of my Mother, Judy, I feel like anything here would be redundant...so..see the following site:http://judithtoups.blogspot.com/

Final Chapter.....

Well, all good things must come to an end, and ones' status in life will not change this fact. On Tuesday, Feburary 27, my mother, Judith A. Toups, passed on to the whatever is after this life. I do not pretend to know what is after this. It could be everything, or it could be nothing. I prefer to exist in the here and now and will deal with such issues upon my demise. Mom passed away in her own home, surrounded by her entire family, with the addition of several other people that have earned the right to enter the clan by being there when called upon. The end could not have been any better, if it is possible to associate better with death. She went with little pain (not sure if this is the case, but from outward appearances, we can hope). She held on long enough to acknowledge the presence of each of her six children, not with words, but with outstretched arms, and a gentle hug. After the last of her brood arrived, she relaxed and slipped into the limbo that Xanax and pain meds provide. In short order, her breathing slowed and her poor heart raced, beating so hard as to not complete the pumping cycle before asked to start again. All of us, including our adopted members of the clan, took shifts at her beside, lest she awaken and not have someone there. Brother #2, Jay August, had the privilage to be present when she passed. The word was given that she was close to leaving us, but by the time we made it back to her room, she had departed, and the pent up emotions of the day broke the binds of self-control and flowed freely amongst the family. Grief is a personal emotion and is exhibited in different ways by different people, but I must say, everyone present felt more at ease knowing that it was over. Even the most fragile of our clan exhibited impressive control over what is probably the most intense emotion that we as humans are shackled with. I feel that the circumstances contributed to our overall sense of ease, as mom went with her family by her side and did not linger at the end. As usual, the woman had a goal, and she achieved it. She had said she wanted the end to come quickly so that we, her family, would not have to endure what she had experienced watching her parents go. It is reassuring that even her final moments were a direct result of her own determinations that had served her so well in life. We can all take a lesson from her. We should LIVE and not just exist. We should DO and not just talk. And we should LOVE, unconditionally and without restraint. This amazing woman still had a lesson to give and by god, she gave it, and a little thing called death was not enough to stop her. Rock on Mom!!

Her memorial service still has to be firmed up and I will give details in another post, titled...you guessed it, Epilogue.

Pages still to be written............

Every once in a while, you come across a story that is so engrossing that, without much notice, you might find yourself on the final chapter and might hesitate to continue with the knowledge that the end is approaching. You and I both know that this is normal and the story will end, whether we want it to or not. The good news is that the story still has pages to be written and the end, by no means, is set in stone. This story, from my stand point, begins at my birth (of conscience). I was not present at the very beginning and have to count upon those that were to fill in the missing details. The story is that of a displaced yankee and her struggle to establish and maintain an identity that was hers and hers alone. The setting is familiar in that many of us can relate to having been cast in a mold and subsequently having to free ourselves from what could have been a meager and uneventful existence. The main character in this story not only created a unique identity for herself, but for her family as well. To this day, we are known as Judy's kids. I have and will continue to wear this moniker proudly. Mom broke the mold early in life, having been a member of a Rifle squad in her high-school years. This was at a time where the woman was expected to stay at home, cook, clean, and raise the children and doing something outside of this narrow definition was frowned upon and even ridiculed. I can say that she has excelled at all endeavors that she has set upon and has re-written the definition in her own hand to include just about anything one may think of. She took up painting early in my childhood, not in an effort to escape her life, but as a way to enrich her life and ours by proxy. Her sphere of influence grew exponentially when she discovered the calm and peaceful hobby of birdwatching. Here again, she has gone past the norm and taken a hobby and turned it into a life-style. She has poured herself into this "hobby" and what has resulted is a legacy that will be apparent on the coast of Mississippi for years to come. What is amazing, to me at least, is that she did this without alienating her still dependent offspring and even managed to pass the bug to one of us at least. My life list is at 98. A paltry sum for someone of her prowness, but passable for someone like me. The Judith A. Toups birding trail in Ocean Springs Ms will be a pilgimage that I will take whenever I need to remember this part of her. Throughout my life, she has been a constant. There even when removed by several hundred miles. There because of who she is and what she has passed on to me. There by giving and becoming a respected member of her community and a naturalized southerner and stumpjumper. I would bet that the vast majority of those that know her or her name, don't know that she's a yankee. Let's just say that one's birthplace does not dictate one's identity. Besides, not many would believe it. I could continue to ramble on, but time marches on, and with it, the obligations that life requires. I shall end this with a promise to continue this story as it unfolds. Oh yeah...one more thing. Call your MOM instead of just wishing you did.

Monday Bluez

If I were the absolute ruler of all space and time, I would immediately strike Mondays from the calendar. It would be one thing if Monday only came around once a year like President's Day, but no, it comes once a week, come hell or high-water. No only that, but it has to come right at the end of a weekend. Arrggghhhh. I'm in search of something that will cause me to actually look forward to Monday, but alas, no such luck.
Instead, maybe I'll just make something up to celebrate on Mondays. Perhaps the fact that Monday is actually one day closer to the next weekend will do, but that doesn't have the same feeling as, say, Friday, which IS the weekend in many circles, especially when you work for the Fed, State or Local Government.
I had a K.A. weekend and even a Monday can't take the shine outta that.

(K.A.---Use your imagination, you just might figure that one out.)

Sunshine Day!

Every so often, everyone needs a "Sunshine Day". Whatever it is that floats your boat, burns your cookies, or stokes your fire, you should take a day and just DO IT. The alternative is to spend your days in the doldrums of everyday routines, reiterating the same-ole same-ole and arrive at deaths door with regrets and "wish I's". Not I. Not now. Not ever.

Da Ying and da Yang

You know, sometimes it's easy to lose site of the good things that happen to us, when we are consumed with hashing out the bad. Just the same way that the day is only possible because of the night, the good only exists because the bad gives us something with which to compare it to.

For instance:
The bad- My son blew the motor in his car and has been using mine for the last 6 months or so. During this period, he has chunked two tires, bent one rim, shredded one CV joint boot, and crushed one exhaust header.
The Good- He has paid to replace both tires, getting the rim fixed, and just yesterday handed me 12 crisp c-notes.

The Bad-I am late for an All Employee meeting and making time on I-95. I Look in the rear-view mirror and see a State Trooper with his lights on. Pulled over. Bummer.
The Good- The trooper has the same car as mine and is in the process of upgrading his motor and suspension. We spend the next 40 minutes discussing the mods on my car and his desire to do the same to his. No Ticket! No Problem!

The Bad- As I walked to the car this morning to start my daily commute, I could not see the front of my car for the rather large tree-limb resting on the hood. Great! Perfect!
The Good- No damage...not even a scratch!

Advantages are taken and not handed out- so as I do the daily return trip to the house from work, I will be stopping to purchase a few Lotto Tickets. Thirty Million!

The Bad- I'm gambling
The Good- We'll see. :)

AutoCross Episode II:Revenge of the Cones

Well, I still suck, just not as bad as before.
Brother Des and I, along with Jodi and Jared, (my 18 yo son) rented a Pontiac G6 GT and proceeded to sling it around the Gainesville Raceway Autocross course. The results were predictable, with Des ranking first, Myself second, Jared third and Jodi bringing up the rear. Expanding the picture to include the entire roster of autox'rs, We ranked anywhere from 55th overall to 67th. I our defense, the car was NOT autox material and this was only my second event and Jodi and Jared's first. Jared and I had quite the competition going with each run within 1000th's of a second of each other. I still won and he still lost! I have a feeling that this will not be the case if Jared keeps going to these events as he is a natural. I just don't want him to know that.

No cones for me and no O/C's either. (off course). So I got in 6 clean runs whilst Jared O/C'd once. Jodi got one cone and Des got none. Des is a serious autox'r and does this just about every weekend up in Seattle. He did say that he was taking it easy and I believe him because I've looked at the event scores from his division and he consistently ranks up near the top.

All in all, it was a blast, with the only downer being the short amount of time spent with Des. Maybe next time eh?

Empty nest my ass!

You know, I've been looking forward to suffering from the "empty nest syndrome" from the birth of my first child. And initially, it looked as though this was a distinct possibility, but alas, it was not to be. The first child flew the coop about 3 years ago, but has now landed back on the door step with 2 children in tow. Anyone that has ever been to my domicile has to ask: "Where do you have the room for 3 additional people?" The answer is: "I don't" But, if you recall a previous post concerning the addition of the detached 3 car garage, you might also come to the same conclusion that I have: Move her into the old attached garage. This is what we did. Now, this attached garage is uninsulated, uncarpeted, and unairconditioned, which equates to uncomfortable. My first thought was:"tough! That what they get for throwing a rather large wrench into an otherwise fool-proof plan!" But, having a soft heart, a notion that some that know me, might vehemently reject, I did buy a window unit and am planning to insulate soon. If moving back in with Mom and Dad was not bad enough, she has also brought with her a mountain of emotional and attitudinal (not sure if that's a word or not, but it works for me) baggage. You know, if this were Saudi Arabia, and I was a muslim, I would be fully justified with stoning her in the town square for dishonoring her family. But we live in Florida, and I am agnostic, which leaves me with but one option...dealing with it. Arrrggghhhhh! I am now in search of a physician that will perscribe huge amounts of Zanex, hopefully with a bulk discount. I have also placed all weapons of mass destruction out of arms reach and 3 miles down the road. Either the 3 mile trek will calm me down, or provide me with a plan to get away with the ideas that pop into my brain whenever the chaos level at the house exceeds OSHA approved limits.

Independent? NOT!

Happy July 4th! This is a day set aside to celebrate this country's break from Britain, but to call it Independence Day is a mis-nomer. We have, and always will be dependent on foreign oil. Until this stops, we, as a nation, will never be independent.
Jodi and I are in the midst of researching new ways to save energy, and money. One technology we have been looking at is a geo-thermal heat exchange system to heat and cool our home. This technology promises to be 75% more energy efficient than our existing system. In addition, we have been researching a solar-assisted hot water system. This is rather expensive to start, but will save a huge amount of energy and money as compared to the old electric water heater we currently have. Another alternative is On-demand Hot water units. These units sit under a sink or some other out of the way place, and only heat water when it is required. This makes a lot of sense, as why would one want to heat 40 gallons of water constantly, when you may only need a gallon or two at a time to wash dishes, or take care of daily hygiene. These units come in a variety of sizes, including a unit capable of supplying enough hot water to take a VERY long shower.
Most of this technology is rather expensive when compared to their conventional counter-parts, but operating costs are much lower, with a ROI in the 5-7 year range. After that, it's all money in the bank.

It is NOT in the genes!

I've been skulking around on this earth for damn near 45 years and have yet to find myself incarcerated, unless you count an hour spent in the Stone County Jail waiting for my Mother and Father to pick me up after getting caught with a bottle of Jack in the then dry county. That being said, I am at a loss to explain why, after much counciling about the proper way to conduct oneself, two of my brood have managed to spend time behind the iron bars of the local county jail. One was for petit theft and I am quite sure that the lesson was learned in that case. The other for losing control of her emotions and smackin the @#&! out of her boyfriend in front of a cop. I regret to say that the lesson here will, in all likelyhood, not be learned, and indeed, blame transposed to the other individual.
I suffer from the same lack of control, although for the most part, the transgressions are very few and far between. And none of my episodes have landed me in the pokey. When they do erupt, it is usually after an extensive barrage of stress and unrealistic deadlines are heaped upon me. In these cases, I usually know quite well in advance that I am becoming un-glued and take the proper steps to ward off a meltdown.
My only hope is that the experience of sitting in a iron-latticed cell will lead to an epiphany and the offender will take steps to gain more control over her emotions..... BUT...I'm not gonna hold my breath.

Greeting from perhaps the most humid and unhospitable place on earth. Nothing much has happened here lately, probably because it's too damn hot to do much of anything, besides *werk*. It seems that no matter what else is going on, I can count on werk sucking up my time. How I long for the olden days, when you ate what you grew or killed, drank what you brewed, and the vast majority of time was spent just trying to survive. There was no time to stick your nose into your neighbor's business, much less worry about the petty things that seem to occupy our thoughts today. Maybe I should move to Montana, brew my own beer, and concentrate on being a zero-net-add human. That means that I would only consume what I produce and produce only that which I consume. Jeez what a concept. Only drawback there is that my wife would probably revolt and return to the truly American way-of-life; Mass consumption.

Three down and one to go!

Ahhh...summertime..aint it great?
The weather gets hot and the days get long and young men and women throughout the country are graduating from their various highschools. My son, Jared, graduates today, along with 242 other home-schooled childred. The two previous graduates from our clan graduated from Clay High in Green Cove Springs. Now, just a few short years and the last one, Margaret will be next, then FREEDOM! We are at the Gaylord Palms Resort in Orlando. This place is huge and I haven't seen but a tenth of it. Time for a little libations before the ceremony. More later.

Daytona has come and gone.............

All good things must come to an end, and so it goes with Bike Week 2006. The weather could not have been any better, although the traffic seems to get worse with each passing year. Eighteen bikers died during this years festivities, mostly Harley-types without enough sense to wear a helmet. I like the freedom of choice, to wear, or not, a helmet. Personally, I feel naked without my Shoei.
Jodi made the ride down late in the week, and I was most impressed with her improvement as a motorcyclist. Her first trip down was probably the slowest trip to Daytona that I have ever done, but this trip was considerably faster. It would have been even faster had I not forgot our turn and took us 20 or so miles off course.
Papa Ron was in rare form. I have never seen him imbibe hard liquor at the rate he did on Thursday night. Thank God that he passed out relatively early in the evening, as the females on hand were running out of ass to grab. Bad Ron!
I bought a couple of tank-bags at the measly expo, which was probably the worst I have seen in the 15 or so years I have been attending. This year's exihibitors numbered only 25% of the number seen at previous expos. The one venue that actually expanded was the H-D/Chopper expo, with more stretched, bobbed, and fattened v-twins than should be allowed by law.
I missed attending the Daytona 200 this year. After taking off from the campground Saturday morning, I stopped at an ATM to take a withdrawl. I was shocked to see that not only was I not going to be able to buy the $45 ticket into the infield, but was $500 in the hole. Arrrggghhh! Apparently the bonus I was expecting and spending did not hit my account, and more over, would never hit my account. It seems, that by telling my "Boss" at werk, that he was an ass, cost me dearly. Damn! After recoving from that shock, I climbed on the VFR and thumbed the starter. I pulled in the clutch and attempted to snick her into first gear. The bike leaped forward and stalled. I guess I should have paid attention to that slow leak in the clutch slave cylinder as it had now turned into a rather vigorous spurt with each squeezing of the clutch. I pushed the bike out of the parking space and pointed her away from any solid objects, started the engine, and rolled on the gas....and banged her into first gear. Now, going up through the gears sans clutch is something I do on a regular basis, but down shifting was another story. I must have looked like a newby, as I did my best to avoid stopping or even slowing down for that matter. I went to the house. At least I got to watch the 200 on the TV, which, after all is said and done, is the best way to catch all the action. The race was great, but not without controversy. More on that in an upcoming post.

I suck.

Jodi and I did the Autocross thing this weekend and I must say that I really suck. I came in 25th out of 26 entries in the SportsModified Division. Two of my 6 runs were DNF due to missing a gate. The good news is I did not take out a single cone. (two second penalty for that). In my own defense, I was running against cars that way out-classed my 92 Accord, even with the recent mods to it. (see previous post: Frankenstein Lives!)
We forgot the camera, so I will not be able to post any pics of this run, but will try on the next event to take a few for posting.
All in all, it was a learning experience for me. I learned that my car, as much as I love it, is NOT autocross material. She is too long and heavy. I learned that one must increase the tire pressure in the front tires, and lower the pressure in the rear tires in order to improve the pushing that is inherent in a front wheel drive car. I had this backwards, and subsequently ended up really pushing the front-end, especially through the 180 turn-around at the far end of the course. I also learned that I should NOT have said that Jodi could not drive my car on the course. I will be paying for that comment for years to come. Next event, Jodi will be a co-driver.
In addition, I have learned that a "Chicago Box" is an evil thing, designed to make even the most seasoned driver take out a cone or two. Some of the fast guys were just taking the cone and the associated 2 second penalty in leiu of trying to get cleanly through the box. I reckon this will work only with the fastest of drivers, as in my case, it would not have made sense to take a two second penalty with ZERO chance of making it up later on the course.
Most of my runs were in the 55 second range, whereas the fast guys were in the 43 second range. Fastest run of the day was set by a guy running an open-wheeled, Porsche powered roadster, with a 40 second run. Next fastest run was set by a Lotus Elise. What a Sweet car!
Well, enough about how bad I suck...stay tuned for the next chapter: Autocross-Session 2:Revenge of the Cones.

Going Racin'

After being bribed by an offer of paying the entry fee, I am entering my first Autocross, hosted by the Buccaneer Region SCCA Chapter. If you recall, I recently did a few modifications to my 1992 Honda Accord that should have helped in this endeavor, but alas, the mods I made took me into a class where I will be competing against the likes of WRX's and SRT's. This also happens to be the largest class that will be competing. Well, I hardly expect to win, but it would have been nice to have the illusion of being competitive. Even my assigned number is trying to tell me something...it's 13! The autocross is on the 26th of Feburary at an old airfield in Whitehouse, which is just west of Metro Jacksonville. I'll post pics and results when I get them.

Daytona is almost here.......

Bike week in Daytona is almost upon us. I, for one, am looking forward to a little R&R. (that's Riding and Racing for the un-initiated). Brother Zoff and his S.O. should be there as well as the usual suspects. More later

Frankenstein Lives!

She's back! My car that is. If you recall, I put her in the shop for a motor swap, from the F22A to the F22B V-Tec.Notice the 4-2-1 header and the warm (cold) air intake. What you can't see is a new HD clutch and timing belt as well as new CV joints and axles. The increase in power is very noticable, especially around 5000 rpms. I suppose this is the V-Tec making itself known. (I wonder what a chip would do for it?)I chose to go with a set of KYB struts and shocks with heavier spring rates both front and rear.The corning performance is on par with a much smaller car. I hit my "high-speed test facility" this afternoon and successfully threw the car at a set of bends that, before the mods, would have left me somewhere off the road,plowing furrows and such. This time, I hit them a good 20 mph faster...she corners flat and predictable. I can feel a little chassic flex, but nothing a strut tower brace wouldn't fix. The suspension mods also point out the shortcomings of the cheapass tires on it. Kumhos next time, me thinks as well as a full set of urethane bushings. The car sits just a tad lower, as I found out this morning navigating the speedbumps in the parking lot at werk. She scrubs a little, so I have to slow WAY down now. It's not near as bad as it would have been had I put the 40 series tires on it instead of the 45's.

Jus call me pawpaw..

Been living here so long, I am now referred to as pawpaw. Live from Redneck Central, Notyard's Backyard brings you "Grandkids...you gotta love em!" Staring Ayden and Zavian.

Recovery...

Jodi's operation was a success and she is back at home, propped up on the couch, and chewing lortabs like M&M's.

Under the knife....

Jodi is having surgery to repair a hernia today. It is an outpatient procedure but she does have to go out under general anesthesia. No worries though. My biggest concern who is going to cook my meals while she's off her feet. :)

Sunny and 75

Well, another weekend is just about here. The weather promises to be spring-like. I am going to spend the weekend working on one of the VP's bikes. This should be an opportune time to discuss my future with the "Company". His bike may or may not be fixed depending on his attitude. Hehe...NOT. I'll fix it anyways, because we all know that most of us Toups love to self-sacrifice for the betterment of others.