Fast Food Mexican Makes Me Raw

I like 2 different Fast Mexican Food Joints.

1) Taco Cabana. You just can't beat the cheap fajita tacos.
Problem - They have banned Concealed Handgun Owners from entering the store with a handgun.
I can think of no better way to scream "Hey, Come rob me", than to post a sign forbidding law abiding, licensed citizens from entering with their firearm.
Taco Cabana is banned.

2) Chipotle. Can't beat their burritos or burrito bowls.
Problem - I got kicked out of the store today for bringing my new mountain bike in with me. I said " Hey, I'm trying to go green, and you won't let me in.??" (Of course I stretched the truth a tad on the going green part).
They said I could leave my bike outside, to which I responded, "It's a $700 bike".
They have no bike racks or any other way to actually keep a bike exept for leaning it up against the outside wall.
Chipotle is banned.

I am running out of decent fast food Mexican places.

I have half a mind to start my own Fast food mexican joint.

My ad would read : Tacos for sale. No shirt, no shoes, guns, bikes, planes, trains, kids, dogs, cats, horses all welcome...as long as your money is green.

- The HTRN.

Foosball

Work has become pretty dull. Luckily we have a foosball table now in our break room.
My brother works at the same company I do, so he is my daily foosball opponent.

It has gotten pretty bad. I'd say on any given day we play upwards of 10 games daily.

The table is a little old and it needs daily lubrication of the rods that the little men are on.
As you can imagine, I love messing with my brothers head.
Yesterday, I called him up and told him it was on. I got there early and lubricated my side of the table. I left the can of lube and some paper towels where he could see them.
When he comes in, he asks "Did you lube both sides?".
I of course replied, "Yes, of course".

I proceed to beat him badly.

After we were done, I whispered : "oh ya, I really didn't lube your side."

Fast forward next day.... He comes down for a game, I have can of lube out with paper towels.
This time, I am standing on the other side of the table....

I just love messing with his head.

Intro to Big Daddy

Welcome to my first ever blog.
I will use this opportunity to tell you what I am.

1) Texan - We were once a republic. Hopefully we will return.

2) Libertarian - Less governement is better. 95% less is best.

3) Red-Neck - I get done what has to get done. My definition of a red-neck : Rugged individual who doesn't need government or anyone else running my business.
Note to the Yankee readers : Red-neck does not = racist. That is stupid yankee talk.
I like all self reliant, hard working, stand up for themselves people.

4) Family man - My wife and daughters are worth fighting and dying for. Don't try me.

5) High Tech - I develop new technologies for semiconductor companies. I will keep this talk to a minimum so you don't hang yourselves.

Other stuff to know : I can't spell. My engineering degree taught me math, not that read'n stuff.
I am tri-illiterate. (I can't read in at least 3 languages that I know of).
I like cars, guns, stuff that blows up, college football, and playing a number of sports.

Stay tuned. I'll be reporting the ultra boring lifestyle of the High Tech Red Neck.