HMmmm…. not so much….

Up at and at it again…. not really looking forward to the day. I did manage to get the number of the expeditor that I was wanting, but she never returned my call [and probably God only knows why] which meant I was left to handle it myself. I’m pretty sure you all have your own tales of dealing with the BMV or DMV, whatever you call it and I’d be willing to bet, most of those tales are not ones of pleasure. Take that, soak it PCP and stick it on an acid rocket ship and that kinda gives you our island BMV….. but it had to be done, so I got into my traveling shorts (shorts with enough pockets to hold all of my stuff) and headed out.  Happily amazed to be waved directly into an inspection stall [I thought] and after a sweaty 15 minute wait – starting taking directions from a large man, whose shirt was soaked in sweat, and also apparently not very happy to be doing what he was doing. ”Honk the horn” [didn’t work] … dammit Emmit….. ”Turn on your lights” [low beams didn’t work]… DAMMIT EMMIT…. ”Hit your brakes” [one brake light out] *&^%$#@ EMMIT~!! I knew about the one brake light…. everything else was an unhappy surprise (or actually worked)…. didn’t pass inspection…. Well SH*T~!….. couldn’t apply for new title or registration until everything fixed.  This is the primary reason I wanted to go through an expeditor…. cause here on the island – expeditors ‘know’ people and they don’t worry so much about those petty little things like head lights not working….. the second and probably more aggravating thing is that the island is full of vehicles that do not even have lights in the vehicle [bulbs, or even the light sockets] but they drive them anyway, because they’re not gonna get pulled over.  ( another ‘local’ thing)  I can’t do that. Besides the fact I am an old, ”rich” white boy – I sure as hell would get pulled over. I would have had all that fixed anyway – because I’m a responsible, functioning, human adult. Just the principle I guess~~~~

So – back at the house – I pulled out the lawnmower to go over one section of grass that was really tall when I mowed it – and it needed it again…. before coming into the house and settling in on line to try and learn more about my camera and lights. In the middle of all that – I got to take a little time out to listen to our ‘Damn‘ neighbors who called (after drinking a little bit) to give us a hard time and tell us how much they miss us….. well, something along that line anyway 😉  Always great to hear from those two~~!

After watching several hours of watching online tutorials on how to use my camera, and having a drink or two myself….. I wound up ordering me a new lens for my camera. LOL – I may not have any idea what I am doing with all that stuff….. but I’m gonna look cool as hell doing it~!   No new pictures – so I’ll put up some you may have not seen yet….

Good Night Ya’ll – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Thankx for stoppin in~!


Introduction to Stephanie’s wedding in FL

Little ole Me

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Born in Germany as an Army brat - I moved permanently to the United States about the time I was ready to start school - Dad put to me to work when I turned 13 tearing off roofs and packing shingles.. I did that, DE tasseled corn and bucked hay all the way through high school. After graduation, moved down South for a year or so trying to figure what I wanted to do. Finally came home and joined the Air Force serving almost 5 years - which included a 3 year tour in Germany, where I met my Queen. Came home and started working as a roofer. Economy went to crap and I knew I would not be able to support my growing family the way I wanted to, so I pestered the HR department at General Electric until they hired me. A very quick almost 34 years, 4 Daughters and 9 Grandkids later - here I am .... waiting as patiently as I can, to start the next chapter of our life - romping around in the Caribbean Sea checking out the various islands that we have not been to yet. Holy $hit what a ride~!!!! ;-)

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