Boski's Blogopoluza!

the Boski Blog o' Fun.

Greetings kids, sorry I have not written, but I have been a little busy.

Well I write to you from a wonderful manor house here in lovely County Down, in Northern Ireland.

Wow the band sounds great doesn't it? . . Oh that's right you all can't here the music or voices in my head. Well it is for better.

Before I start I would like to start off with

That was the only thing that sucks about this trip is missing this.

I really would have loved if the flew a second one at Wrigley, to remind those punks that they still get to wallow in the misery. So go and enjoy your beer and Ivy. The rest of the White Sox Villagers and myself will take this.

Hey has Jim Thome's homer landed yet? Sorry everyone I have to enjoy this as long as I can. I know as soon as they lose one I will go back to the "sky is falling mode".

So it is UCLA vs Florida, hmmmm. I say Florida

Well enough of that, today is the end of day number three and our first day on the site. Friday was a travel day which sucked. Even with the surprised upgraded seats on British Airways (the not quite coach, but not quite business class) I had a miserable flight. Other than watching "Breakfast on Pluto" it sucked. Had a screaming kid in our section, but he came a distant second. The cold I decided to pack and bring on the flight was a great idea. It made the 10 hours go by like it was 50. My head hurt and I was so tired and run down that I wanted to sleep, but sadly I could not. Oh I tired, but I could not get more than 15 minutes. I was too tired to watch another movie of listen to music. So I sat there in a stupor. It got to the point I sat and started to hit myself in the head. My hopes were to either, crack my head open so all the pretty stuff in my head would run out, or to knock myself silly. Sadly I was too tired to even get that done.

I was able to finally get some rest at Heathrow as we waited to connect to Belfast. I would have gotten some more, but I had to spend a half and hour cleaning my toiletry bag since the Nyquil (which I should have taken before getting on the plane) spilled all over it. But as I awoke my wife had to get a chuckle since half of my face had the imprint of the sweater I was napping on. The flight to Belfast was uneventful other than the plane being struck by lightning. So now I can cross that off the list.

The rest of Saturday we spent crashing and getting acclimated. Thankfully, I did not do any crashing of the car. Yes, my group has put me behind the wheel. Fools!

Sunday, went into Belfast, to pick up our last team member. Grabbed a pint at the Crown. Then took a black taxi tour of Belfast (the Political edition) Even though I had been on a tour like this one last time, it is still sobering and chilling to see it. Standing in parts of town that my grandfather and his family would have never even think about venturing to. The tour guide was great even though he painted a very bleak picture, with very little hope of things changing. To me I don't feel that way. If I did I would not be here doing this. Sure there is a lot that still has to be worked out and this crap is entrenched pretty deep, but this is not hopeless.

Monday we got out to the work site and I can say I had a shitty day, but not in a completely awful day. Well I started on framing doors, but the site supervisor, who is a great guy asked me to help with a problem with porta-john. Next thing I know I have plastic bag around my hand removing debris from the toilet line. Things like glass, parts of brick, huge wads of paper towels. big ass spiders. You know common things. It made be realize that the day a company I worked for made me go on the roof was not that bad. But in a weird way I had good time. The Site Super and me filling buckets, shoveling refuse and snaking lines, all while it was freezing (including a solid period of hail). But I was just glad to be there and helping and doing something that helping someone. After we finished and I was deloused. We returned to our "home" and spent an hour and half throwing around a rugby ball with the youngest son of the family who is housing us. That and having a great dinner and drinks made this a great great day. I made all the headaches and problems we had trying to get this trip off the ground worth it.

Well it is now 1:30 AM GMT. Must get some sleep.