Day154 - A blast from my blueberry past

Monday, June 2, 2008: My house: Pomegranate Blueberry Ice Cream

One thing I remember better than most is eating Turkey Hill neapolitan ice cream with my pop pop. It always was Turkey Hill brand. Everytime. Even if it wasn't neapolitan, from which I always nicked all of the strawberry, it was ALWAYS Turkey Hill.

And trust me, I wasn't the only one in love with it. When I worked in at a grocery store through high school, people would become ruthless when it went on sale. Cut throat even. Rain checks were never good enough - we would eventually sell out and everyone would be angry. Ofcourse, this was back when the container were cylinders with gold lids, not the current oblong shape they are now. Ah, memories.

We tried this:





It was really, really good. Better than I thought. Yum.




I would probably think it tasted good even if it didn't. It's the name that gets me everytime.

Day136 - Sandblasted to the future.

Thursday, May 15, 2008: The garage: sandblaster

Another day at the garage? Yes. Why not.

Tonight I used the sandblaster. Well, let's call it a media blaster because it is currently shooting glass beads out of it's nozzle. Painfully I might add. Here is a shot of me all covered up with goggles and a face mask and a shield and a babushka.This did not stop glass from coming into my little eye balls.




When the blaster worked - it worked great. But because this is the most rag tag assembly of any sandblasting tents, Troy did not sift the glass beads between blastings and the gun not being the best in the west, it gets clogged alot. Quite a bit actually. And it is a little infuriating.

At any rate, the fenders looked like this:




I think you can see from the top picture that we took a lot of paint of the fenders this way. And it's way easy. I like to imagine that I'm erasing time because I'm a egomaniac like that.

Ryan also most of the blasting on this fender and all of the other fender. I was just batting clean-up (base analogy. Weee!).