Happenings Overnight

This post has been temporarily disrupted due to technical difficulties...and to alleviate the concerns of my mother.

Regularly scheduled updates will continue shortly.

A New Look

Things might look different around here - the colors they are a changin'. The black background makes the pictures pop a bit more (I was jealous of the sharp look over at the northernbaby blog) so the background is changed. The colors are still being looked at and decided upon, but for now enjoy the new look of "Don't Know Jack!".

If you have any opinions on the colors - if the text is easier or harder to read, things look a bit off, etc. - let me know!

Hot Summer Days and Old Trucks

"You'll never catch me, Copper!"
"Breaker, breaker...Anyone got their ears on?"

I would sit on the seat

And stretch my feet out to the pedals

Smiling like a hero that just received his
medal

It was just an old hand-me-down Jeep

With 3 speed on the floor

And a dent in the door

A young boy, 2 hands on the wheel

I can't replace the way it, made me feel

And I would press that clutch and I'd keep it
right

He'd say a lil' slower son you're doin' just
fine

Just a dirt road with trash on each side

But I was Mario Andretti

When daddy let me drive

I Want to Soar Like an Eagle

Step 1. Take one perfectly good airplane...

Step 2. Provide large amount of thrust....

Step 3. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! (Catching plane is not recommended)

Gettin' Our Golf On!

The Truck

A quick update on Jackson's and Daddy's project.

The truck is close to ready for inspection with just minor details remaining. Jackson does a great job of helping turn wrenches and screwdrivers, but runs for the house anytime Daddy gets ready to start the truck. The unmuffled exhaust bothers him, I think!The truck made the trip to the 7th Annual NovaJeepers Show and Shine this past Saturday. While there is not much show and certainly no shine, the 'ol girl managed to place Third in the fullsize Jeep category which included twelve newer and well equipped Cherokees and Grand Cherokees. So people are digging the old iron!

In the picture below, Daddy tests out the suspension articulation of the old truck. Not much flex there, but still a fine truck indeed!

Why does it always seem like my drink is missing?

The last several times I've been out working on the truck I've noticed a strange phenomenom...I'll reach for my drink and it will either be (a.) not where I left it, or (b)a lot less full than it was when I set it down.

At first, I chalked it up to getting older. Perhaps the results of early onset dementia? Maybe I didn't put it on the radiator - maybe I really did put it in the truck bed. I was beginning to worry a bit about how this extremely short memory was going to affect the other areas of my life (Did I remember to use deodorant this morning? Didn't I have a kid around here somewhere?)

I was bolting on a new solenoid under the hood and I noticed that my IBC Root Beer was not where I left it yet again (or was it?) and I walked to the back of the truck to look for it. This is what I found!

A drink thief!

After a little interrogation I discovered that Jack would wait until I set my nice cold drink down and become absorbed in a repair and then he would sneak up and 'borrow' my drink. I now keep much closer tabs on my beloved root beer. It is amazing how quickly Jackson can drain the contents from one of those frosty glass bottles!