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I better put something up here before you all think I fell off the side of the world or at least the ladder.
We started doing the electrical rewiring of my mother’s house and I bought a carpet for the back room so I could finish that and move all I want to move into it before I begin painting.
When that will be through depends on when we get the rewiring done here first.

To make matter worse I have had guests from out of town slowing me down and they don’t leave until it’s really late and I don’t feel like asking them to leave because they did come all this way to see me.
So how about I share with you a couple of quick tit bits from the weekend.

I had two friends here on Saturday catching up what they have been up to for the last six month when all of a sudden for some reason they started talking about religion specifically Christ.
A stoned Hindu and an Atheist talking about Jesus Christ, should be interesting.
The talk somehow turned to Jesus’ name and then they were arguing about Jesus’ last name, specifically what it was.

To be honest with you, I didn’t know then, as I don’t do now what Jesus ‘ last name was or if he had one.
I assume he had, or at least some reference to his lineage.
One said it was Jesus of Nazareth the other said why when he was born in Bethlehem.

That’s a good point.
Can you imagine if we all used where we were born from as our identification.
“Hi, I’m John from New York”, yeah, you and a million other Johns according to most hookers in New York.

Then the other one said his name was Jesus, son of Joseph.
That sounds ok I guess but it would really fuck up a lot of Mexicans because there are a lot of them called Jesus or Joseph down there.
That started a whole new debate about if Jesus was the Son of God then it should be Jesus, Son of God and not Joseph.

Me, I was sitting back having a nice glow drinking a beer when like on cue, they both looked at me and asked what Jesus’ last name was.
Who the hell am I, Mr Know it all?
This is what happens when you know a couple of trivia answers no one else does.

You have to understand, I’m tired, stoned and drinking beer.
I have had little sleep in two weeks because Emme has been sick so I could use sleep to
AND I didn’t want any part of this stupid conversation.
That’s what I was thinking what came out of my mouth was totally different.

I told them I would tell them Jesus’ last name for some pizza from my favourite pizzeria.
They asked me how could they be sure that I knew what his name was.
I told him all Canadians learn his name in grade one but since they were not born here they didn’t know.

It wasn’t hard to get them to agree to that since they both had the munchies by now and pizza was just what they needed too.
As we were eating pizza they asked again what Jesus’ last name was.
So I told them, it was “Murphy”.
One looked at me and said “Really”, “Jesus Murphy”.
Yup that’s it, now pass the pizza please.

My brother and this guy he found to do the wiring next door were at it All day Saturday will me running back and forth being gofer because I am not smart enough to do any of the thinking.
It seems a cable installer and a landscaper knows more about electricity than a computer technician.
They have been doing ok so far but they are doing the easy stuff first and saving the hard jobs for last but the other day in the kitchen they were changing the wall sockets.
On was in the basement pulling the wire and the other was upstairs undoing the wires from the outlet.
My parents sit on the couch stunned as they watch their house being dismantled by the landscaper and cable man.
My mother especially is frustrated because of the cleaning up she will have to do.
My father had to tear down the ceiling in the basement so they could get to the wires.

I was at the door watching as the one in the basement called up that the wire was stuck.
My brother said it was undone but the other had to come up to check.
After seeing my brother wasn’t lying he went back down and started pulling but it wasn’t giving an inch, so my brother went downstairs to show his strength but he to was held to a stand still.
They pranced up and down the stair looking and down the hole to se if they could see where it was snagged but couldn’t.
My brother told my parents they may have to break the wall.
My mother almost fainted and my father’s eyes were popping out of his head.
My brother went downstairs once more and this time they bother grab the wire and start pulling it while my parents and I had our eyes glued to the other end in the kitchen when all of a sudden there was this horrible tearing and snapping of wood shattering the silence in the kitchen.
My brother came upstairs and saw us staring at the fridge.
Dumb and dumber where pulling the wrong wire and were yanking on the one attached to the back of the fridge and pulled the WHOLE outlet through the wall.
The other wire was still lying there as before.
For the record, this is day 3 and it is expected to take a month to finish.

I won’t be around as much as I normally would because of what is going on but I will do my best to keep up with your lives and blogs as much as I can.

Have a nice day


Walker