Interview Me(me)

My wife just allowed herself to be interviewed, and I asked her to interview me.
Instructions:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me".
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. (I get to pick the questions).
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.4
. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.So, here are the 5 questions with my answers...


1. If your wife died, would you remarry someone hotter than her?
yes I would try, but probably not realistic
2. When you dream, and you dream of someone OTHER than your wife, is she hotter or uglier than your beautiful, awesome wife?
When I dream, I actually dream of evil space aliens of doom, so therefore, I would have to say uglier.

3. When your wife asks you questions, do you answer what you think she'd like to hear, or are you honest?
Let's see, you yell at me a lot therefore, honestly.

4. What is the color your wife wears that you alternately hate and love because it looks so smokin on her that you can't keep your eyes/hands off of her but you're afraid to take her out in public because then other dudes would stare and try to steal her away?
Black... I think. Please don't yell at me.

5. If you were a sheik, and your wife was in your harem, would you have kicked her out to the "used up wives" tent by now?
Depends, do I still get a foot rub?

Mwuaaaaaah. Love you, Baby!

Halloween fears for the big guy.... Me

Ghosts! All right here it is. The biggest fear of mine for halloween.
1 Ghosts(staircase variety)yeh
2 Child predators
3 Evil candies(poison, razor bladed, or just some how contaminated by some sicko)
4 Other "bigger kids" messing with my lil' ones
5 Me freaking out about the ghost,preds,having to check candy, and kicking mid teen butt and still having a beer. Upon further thought, maybe this should be #1.

tagged by peanut

My eldest child has tagged me to write 6 random things about me.
Let's see.
1)My job sometimes has me do work that can be fairly high up. (I am afraid of heights.)
2)I hate to read
3)I love video games
4)I could and have eaten pizza for breakfast, lunch, and supper.
5)I am afraid of stairs, unless there is someone with me. When alone, I tend to run up as fast as I can.( Can't let the ghost get me)
6)I love my children with all my heart and when I go to work out of town it kills me inside.
7) One extra just for peanut(my eldest) MY FEET REEK!

the hussy

my wife is a hussy. No, the hussy-------------------of the year. See. Pay special attention to the suductive picture to lure the men astray.
Not her intentions(so she says) to lure with the picture, but there it is.

Patience

I have none.

Butts. Can't talk about 'em.

cold day

We hit our cold cut off at work on thursday, which means that if the actual air temp hits -10 degrees or -21 windchill the company, in their great wisdom, deems it to unsafe to work.
Now what is the definition of wind chill. It is the actual air comparitive of temperature with the factor of wind, right.
So if it is -10 with no wind, it feels like -10. If it is -1 with a wind of 10 mph (and I am guessing), the wind chill is near-20 to-25 .
I have been in construction for 17 years and I can tell you, without a doubt, would rather work in -20 actual air temp than even -5 windchill..
huh that is all I got, you figure out the rest

just work stuff

I am suposed to be just a construction worker. I get a set of prints, go to a job, build something, deal with some problems, and go home, right? No, not even close.

Just as an example, today I had to literally push the guys out of the truck because of the cold temperatures, babysit a 46 year old who has 6 years of "experience," work with poorly drafted prints, which numerous phone calls were made about, and deal with a job superitendent who has an ego problem.

We started setting our precast plank on an i-beam which I suspected was too weak for the weight we were applying. The i-beam started to sag just a little so I stopped setting the plank. I approached the superintendent with the issue and he asked me how much it was sagging. When I told him that it was dipping 1/2 an inch, he asked me, "So, what's your problem?" Anything that is holding a load must retain a camber or at least remain flat. He told me that it was not an issue that I needed to be concerned with, that the i-beam had been engineered and met structural specifications. I knew that I was right, but I called my company's engineer and gave him the dimentions of the ibeam and told him the problem to which he reiterated the fact that it was unacceptable. After and hour and a half of arguing, being called a sissy, and told (in so many words) that my crew was just looking for a reason to get out of the cold, we packed up and left.

A catch like that will literally save lives and it burns me that someone like him is willing to overlook a major problem and get by easy.
That is part of my job desscription. I could go deeper into it but I cant type