My Cousin

My cousin Tommy. He’s a bit of a hothead, but I love him. He lives in Westminster, CO, and I visit him once a month to watch some football. A couple of weeks ago he told me to meet him at his place early on a Sunday to watch the Broncos opening day game against the Baltimore Ravens. I’m a huge Broncos fan so this was right up my alley, and I gladly accepted the invite. I thought that we were simply watching the game from his house like normal, but apparently he had something in mind.

When I arrived, he was standing outside with 6 of his buddies next to a stretch limo – by the way, if you’re ever in Denver, check out Limos of Westminster at, the chauffeur was great and they did a hell of a job. I rolled up, he told me to get ready to go because we were taking the limo to Brooklyn’s Restaurant next to the stadium, and then we had tickets to the game. He won them in a raffle from his work, and as a result got 8 tickets to the home opener.

I was ecstatic. It’s been two years since I’ve been to a Broncos game, and I don’t really make much of an effort to get tickets anymore, as I have a massive 70 inch screen TV in my basement that I watch all the games. I have NFL Sunday ticket, so when I want to watch the games, I certainly take advantage of sitting on my couch, and being able to go upstairs and get food whenever I please.

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The things I can’t fix in my house

There’s quite a few things I can’t fix in my house. Leaky toilets. Check. Sinks. Check. Yard work and normal outdoor maintenance. Check. Those are all normal things that I think anyone in their right mind should be able to do, and luckily I know how to do some pretty easy stuff. Some of that stuff may be difficult, depending on who you ask. Personally, if you own a home, and can’t figure out how to change a furnace filter, you should probably go back to renting. Continue reading “The things I can’t fix in my house”

A good visit to the post office

You might not believe me when I say this, but I actually had a great visit to the post office the other day. For one, I was in a good mood, which normally is soured even by stepping foot into what I consider a ghastly place.

What made my visit a good one? The people waiting in line. I immediately walked into the line, which by the end of waiting and being helped we had been there over an hour.

Anyway, the people waiting in line were just awesome. First, I met a guy who works in the roofing business who was very chatty, and was talking about meeting people when you are a new business owner. Right in front of him was a nice elderly lady who was sending a package to her grandson. She had stories for days, and was enthralled with her grandchildren. She was showing us pictures of them for the better portion of that hour, and we all were laughing pretty hard at some of the pictures of her young grandkids.

I’m in the market to have my roof re-done, so meeting the roofer was good for me. He seemed like a good guy, and I always like to make sure I meet people who are working on my home before they actually do the work.

But the elderly lady straight up made my day. There’s not too many better things in this world than a lady who spends most of her time yammering on about her family. She said that she frequently has her family to visit her in Madison, and the kids simply love to go to the park, play on their pontoon boat that they take on Lake Monona, and be read to. Sounds like a good time to me!

My grandparents are all passed on, but I can remember how they would tell stories for days, with everyone watching them with complete concentration. My grandfather (Bapa) would tell us all about his world travels and how he and Nana (my grandmother) would often disagree on restaurant choices when they were travelling. We spent many nights with my parents watching them both tell stories and make us laugh.

Anyway, meeting both of these people was probably why this was such a great trip to the post office. My roof needs some major work, and I don’t like to fix things that big (which I’ll get into in future posts). I’d really rather sit on my head for a couple hours and pass out.

Until next time, we hope you have a great post office experience like we had!

Welcome to PostFixWiki

Thanks for visiting my blog, PostFixWiki. As you can see in the About Page, I’m going to go Postal, Fix things, and discuss my adventures reading Wikipedia, which is the most useful website on Planet Earth. If you don’t believe me, then try going to Wikipedia and looking for something. I’m a firm believer that everything on this green planet can be found on this great resource.

Before I go on my rant, here’s a video from a guy who worked at the post office for a bit.


You might not agree with me, but I think most people do. Going to the Post Office might be the absolute worst activity you could ever experience. Every post office is stuffy, people are grumpy and don’t speak to you very much, and you leave there feeling like you were just drug through the seventh level of boredom hell.

My half brother-in-law works for the postal service in Aurora, CO. He’s kind of a dull guy (don’t tell my wife I said that), and as a result, I think he loves working for the postal service. Before he was hired full time, he spent about 7 years as a ‘part-time’ contractor, getting paid for more than 40 hours of work, but by keeping him part-time, they could withhold benefits from him. Finally, he was hired full-time, and the benefits that he receives are great.

Those benefits don’t change the fact that all of these postal workers aren’t very happy human beings. I can’t imagine doing the same thing every day for the rest of my life just to live off the great pension that they give you once you are fortunate to survive 30 years of service there. Greg (half brother in law) says he has to work Saturdays pretty much every week of the year, and work overtime on the holidays. The one perk is that they do have all major holidays off, so at least the USPS throws them a bone sometimes.

Personally, I could never do it. You hear the term ‘Going Postal’, and it makes you want to cringe at the insane amount of work they are forced to do. I think the absolute worst part of the whole day must be staring at the endless line of people that keep filing into the post office with massive packages, and the line seems like it will never go away.

I digress. I must say, I like our mailman very much. He seems like a very friendly guy, waves hi, actually smiles at people in the neighborhood, and doesn’t get mad when your mailbox fills up after two weeks of not checking it. He did knock on the door once to ask me to clean out the mailbox so he could put more mail in it. I got a bit lazy!

The next time you go to the post office, make sure that you smile as much as you can, just to try to get the person that’s helping you mail your package to smile back!