When we built our house here we learned alot about rules.  We learned that county inspectors have huge egos and that the county has lots of  rules we didn’t understand.  We were told that we couldn’t use the house we were constructing as a storage unit.  We learned that we had to have the house number on both sides of the pole in case the inspectors were comming from Monte Rio instead of Guerneville.  We learned that new construction needs interior fire sprinklers even though there’s not enough water preasure to run them.  Flourecent lighting is required in the kitchen and bath.  We took it out after the inspections. We were made to take off all of the foundation washers because they were round.  They apperently  need to be square.  We had to put metal rods from the top floor to the basement.  That one I understand.  That’s an earthquake thing.  We have hurricane tie downs on the roof.  Call me crazy but as you can see, if California had a once in a lifetime hurricane, I ‘m thinkin the trees falling on the house would hold the roof on.   Then there are the helmet laws, that I understand, and the seatbelt laws, that I understand.  Car seat laws that I understand.  However, it makes riding a motor cycle a sweaty, hot experience.  No more wind through your hair (not that much of an issue for me).   And what the hell is this?  There are no helmets required.  No age limmitations. No armor issued.  No life guard on duty.  Not to mention that this is probably the place where most pandemics start.  Not only do we have every known snot carried bacteria, we have slippery slide skid marks from over filled diapers.  Biggest petrie dish on the planet and there are no rules.  So go ahead and break a nose or a neck, or at the very least, get a scorching case of swine flu.    Do we have enough rules, or not enough?           I had a lovely song ready to go, but the file was too big.  Still learnin!

    I’m getting so much closer to figuring out how to post a picture, but , alas the time is not yet right. 

    I have an incredable  job.  I have a totally awesome boss, great co workers, and a huge social network.  I even like the work I do.  In these times I should feel very lucky to have a job at all.  That being said, why is it so hard to get up on monday knowing I have to start this bull shit all over again?  Why do I have to constantly remind myself how good I’ve got it?  I didn’t even say anything about the great benefits. 

Here I sit on Sunday afternoon dreading the alarm that goes off at 6:00 am signaling another long haul to the weekend.

    Is there anyone out there that loves there job?

Picture alot of great pictures here.