So today, I was hanging out with 4 black guys from Mississippi or Loiseiana ( I dunno how to spell it). They were admittedly pretty intimidating at first, and I think they were trying to be. But once I got to know them and know how they were, I felt really comfortable. Constantly cracking jokes and razzing each other, talking about women, cars, and usual guy stuff. It made me realize how universal people are. Sure we may talk a bit differently, and with a different perspective, but we aren't really that different. They were really cool cats, and my first true experience with Southern black folk. I'm sorry for the constant reference to race, but it does make a difference suprisingly enough.
Oh man, end of the day, we get sent out to pickup another line. As you can imagine, it's the opposite of laying out a line. So we are walking through this hellish brush, just sticky bushes everywhere, I've got scraps and pokes and all sorts of sources of blood. Not to mention crossing barb wire fences that are rusted to hell, thankfully I had my tentanus shot last year. We get to the very end, and the driver is there wondering what we're doing. He dropped us off at the wrong line to begin with, so we picked up a whole line that hadn't been shot and removed all the flags and markings as to where to put stuff. I guess I'll find out tommorow morning how that went.
Oh and blisters galore. Ain't nothing I can do to prevent those, I'll have foot problems for life...dawg.
I think I'm starting to talk like a southerner. I've picked up a few phrases, and definately slowed down my speech. hahahaha.
Man, working in a labour job definately gives you a kind of strength that you can't get at the gym. It's definately where that elusive "dad strength" comes from. I'm glad I can get the experience doing this, even if it won't really be for that long.
This all being said, I remember being stuck in a bush today, pulling out thorns from my skin, and I thought to myself, "What the hell am I doing here, I went through 5 years of intense math for this?" hahahaha, it quickly passed, but looking back I thought it was funny.
Oh snap, I have beef brisket on the way and people to phone and harass. Not to mention beer to drink with the crew, so I hope everyone is doing well, and I hope that I can talk and see you all sooner rather than later.
The Enternally Lovable Joshy Poshy
Oh man, end of the day, we get sent out to pickup another line. As you can imagine, it's the opposite of laying out a line. So we are walking through this hellish brush, just sticky bushes everywhere, I've got scraps and pokes and all sorts of sources of blood. Not to mention crossing barb wire fences that are rusted to hell, thankfully I had my tentanus shot last year. We get to the very end, and the driver is there wondering what we're doing. He dropped us off at the wrong line to begin with, so we picked up a whole line that hadn't been shot and removed all the flags and markings as to where to put stuff. I guess I'll find out tommorow morning how that went.
Oh and blisters galore. Ain't nothing I can do to prevent those, I'll have foot problems for life...dawg.
I think I'm starting to talk like a southerner. I've picked up a few phrases, and definately slowed down my speech. hahahaha.
Man, working in a labour job definately gives you a kind of strength that you can't get at the gym. It's definately where that elusive "dad strength" comes from. I'm glad I can get the experience doing this, even if it won't really be for that long.
This all being said, I remember being stuck in a bush today, pulling out thorns from my skin, and I thought to myself, "What the hell am I doing here, I went through 5 years of intense math for this?" hahahaha, it quickly passed, but looking back I thought it was funny.
Oh snap, I have beef brisket on the way and people to phone and harass. Not to mention beer to drink with the crew, so I hope everyone is doing well, and I hope that I can talk and see you all sooner rather than later.
The Enternally Lovable Joshy Poshy
posted by Poshy at 7:58 PM
4 Comments:
Well my dear, nice to see blogging is something you're doing more often than before! Sorry to hear that you're getting poked and scratched a lot, but I'm sure there could be a worse fate. Nice to know you're still doing well.
Louisiana.
L-O-U-I-S-I-A-N-A.
Drink less beer and maybe use the world wide web for a spelling lesson once in a while.
The way you spelled Enternally makes me wonder. Are you the eternally lovable joshy poshy or the Internally loveable Joshy Poshy? I'm hoping for the second ;)
Circle.
Wow, I have two guesses as to who the second response might be...hmmm. But life is good, and I am all three, eternally, enternally, and internally lovable joshy poshy. There, I covered all your bases.
Yeah, sticky bushes suck, but life is good otherwise.
It's called "Second Skin" - go to the pharmacy and pick it up and your blister problems will be solved.
Man oh man I lost my passport! My money belt had two pockets.. but only one had a zipper, and it wound upside down and blahhh. Sometimes not a clever fellow..... so I'm going to be sidetracked here in India for at least a week.
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