The Bird

Today I was running an errand, which I love to do so very very much. I was going through the post office parking lot. There were some pedestrians so I was going very slow. I notice a woman parked on my right put it in reverse and start backing out, right at me. This woman didn't know what she was doing because she was lighting up a cigarette, and talking on the phone at the same time. I hit the gas to get out of her way, nearly hitting a couple of peds. I didn't honk, I just looked back and gave the woman a mad face. Then guess what she did. Yep, she flipped me the bird. If I wasn't a good boy respecting women and all that I probably would have returned the gesture. I stopped to mail my letter and she whipped around me while hitting the gas excessively.

Seriously, what is wrong with people? If I were to screw up like she did, I wouldn't have been that way about it. I would have smiled sheepishly and waved. Oh well, that's just me I guess.

Introduction

I guess I will introduce myself to anyone who may be reading my blog. My name is Drew, I am 34 years old, I am six feet tall 265 pounds. Okay, I'm a tad stout, but lets not dwell on the negative!

I love baseball, riding trains and spending time with my lovely wife Camille. I also enjoy doing stuff for Camille. I also like to fix my cars and work out my abs. I speak Spanish which I learned on my LDS mission to southern CA ('93-'95), and... okay, well, that's about it.

When I'm not doing that other stuff I'm probably sitting down and being out of shape. I am the first child out of five in my original family, with one sister and three brothers. Ironically, I am the shortest brother, with the youngest being tallest. I don't know why I included that tidbit of info, other than the fact that it is a constant source of pain for me. I can still pin any one of my brothers though, so I am the toughest. I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I outweigh them all by at least a hundred pounds each.

Railroad

I am a freight conductor on the Union Pacific Railroad. I go from Rawlins to Green River every day. I was talking to a guy at the hardware store the other day who wondered why my job even existed. He assumed the train ran itself and there was no work to be done. He was smug and I wanted to smack him. The engineer is like the pilot of a plane, and I'm like the co-pilot. He runs the train and I do everything else.

Every once in a while the train's air brake system will break and It's my job to get it fixed and get the train moving again. This usually entails a 2 or 3 mile walk no matter if it's hot and sunny or cold and snowy. sometimes I'll be in between trains as they move by. I've almost been run over several times. That's scary, especially when the other train is going 60 or 70 miles per hour.

I could relate some stories where I am not sure how i survived but my wife will probably read this.

Working on the railroad also means memorizing hundreds of rules. Most of them I use every day. If you don't follow these rules and you get caught, you could get fired.

I love my job. I'm gone a little too much from home, but it's a job.

my blog

I am now a blogger. I don't have anything to blog about, but here it is, my blog. I was jealous that my wife had a blog that everyone read, but now I have my own. Da** if I know how to blog or what to put in my blog. I guess I will just go along and reinvent the blogging phenomenon for myself, thereby alienating my friends and making myself look like a boo*. Can you say the words "da**" and "boo*" on a blog? Are they going to take my blog away from me? I will try not to think about that. This is the first blog I have ever had, so please don't laugh at me and negatively blog about my blog to other bloggers.

I've heard of other people flaming other people's blogs and demonstrating their discontent with those blogs. Please don't flame me or make fun of my ill attempt at blogging.

Now that we have gotten that out of the way, I would like to talk about...

Oh heck. I'll think of something later.