Saturday, July 17, 2010

It’s Gettin’ Hott In Hur!

Have you ever felt like you just wanted your clothes to magically disappear? Totally off. Buck naked. Wanting to find yourself in a nice cool bath tub filled with ice? Don’t be confused with the kidney heist urban legend, that’s not the kind of situation I’m talking about. But if your curious, the legend has it that this attractive woman in the bar offers a dood a drink and the next thing he knows he’s in a bath tub filled with ice in some motel with a note next to him saying “Call 911. Don’t move.” The dood calls 911, the operator is clearly not amused when he tells her his story. She goes on to say, “Feel your lower back… Oh, there IS a tube coming out of it? Yeah, you have just been a victim of a kidney heist.”

But that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking Sunrise Ranch, two thousand and ten. I’m talking sweating bullets while weeding the vine field. It’s literally like THIS: before you finish drinking your water its already dripping down your forehead. Like it bypassed your esophagus all together and actually went up your nose, through your mind and out the sweat glands in your forehead. Now that’s a little tough to imagine, but yeah, that’s what it’s like.

I know there are much hotter places, and really the temperature isn't that outrageous here. What’s really happening is that I’m breaking rule number ten (refer to yesterdays post): don’t be a turd. Here are a few photos from today:

Rule 10 Violation. Us being turds. And me wishing my clothes would magically disappear. You all may have Carhart overall envy, but when your cheeks start sweating and it feels like you may have wet your pants, you might be wishing your kidneys were heisted instead.

Even though it was sweltering hot, we still manage to look great.

Rule 7 Violation: Don't opt for the quick fix.

This is Dave's attempt at repairing his pants. Successful? Eh, he was successful in testing his hypothesis: If I tie these frail strands of denim material together then they will hold for eons. However his hypothesis was incorrect, lasting all of a few minutes. Valiant effort though!

Another molten hot day, at least there was cloud cover. We got quite a bit of weeding done and 3 pipe changes. Another day on the farm, another dream come true. And tomorrow! Day off. Hello Devil's Backbone!


At July 18, 2010 at 7:19 AM , Blogger K. said...

we were not being turds. we were saving ourselves from heat exhaustion. i firmly believe this is true. let's eat cookies.

At July 21, 2010 at 11:33 AM , Blogger Acey said...

It bypassed your mind, that was brilliantly put. cheers:) Love ya


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