Happy Moonday!
Slackers my ass, there are 60 posts in here already.
I will have to read all of them tomorrow.
It’s still cloudy, wet, and miserable here.
My son is feeling poorly, so we didn’t get done as much as I had hoped this weekend.
Both of us slept all day today.
And now it’s time to go to bed.
Yaay! More sleep is what your body needs most.
Mine too. G’night all.
I have occasionally been given that advice and often offered that advice when I was staffing vaccination clinics.
The appropriate advice is to just use your arms as normal, to facilitate adequate blood circulation. In other words, don’t hold your arm still for the next day because you got a shot in it. Don’t drive home with only the other arm without the shot. Finish your grocery shopping, fold those clothes, do your normal activities. Jumping jacks or push-ups are not what is being suggested, regardless of what your drill instructor might have barked at you (yes, I staffed National Guard vaccine clinics too).
Thank you, I wasn’t sure if it was still a thing or not because that was a long time ago. My drill instructors didn’t need to bark at me, I withered under their glare before they managed to open their mouths, LOL!
Ugh. I got the vaxx ickies…temp, chills, blahs. Hopefully it’ll be gone tomorrow.
Aw, thanks! Fortunately I had a good filter. I did have an unwritten rule, though : If a kid’s remark cracked me up, I couldn’t chastise him/her/them. Like the time we saw a news story about a drunken passenger who hopped up on the beverage cart and, uh, defecated. Before I could caution the class, one kid piped up, “I’ll have a Dr. Pooper!”
They would have adored you, though, for all 45 minutes of your employment.
What did you tell them? Could they spruce it up by calling it customer service? Or personal care?
Sari, hope your son feels better tomorrow!
Don’t leave us hanging! What are the Lager kyrics?
Back when the gormless one was a little jerkface, he liked to get under the dresser and tag passerby’s from hiding. Then one day he became a big jerkface and started having problems wedging himself under and finally quit trying about six months ago.
Tonight he forgot that he couldn’t do that anymore and got his head stuck under Hub’s dresser. In the time it took us to figure out where the muffled wailing was coming from, VBC found him and started poking him with her paw which made him wail even louder.
I had taken the time to find our checkbook and actually write a check to send off to buy her a new toy because she’s been a pretty good kitty recently less than an hour ago. Her new toy is going to live on top of the fridge for months now, LOL!
We discussed discretion as the better part of valor, and which jobs in the broader profession might be more accepting if one’s previous activities came to light.
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What am I doing up this late? I woke up a little while ago with the ol’ fever and chills and am too yucky to get back to sleep.
The so-called guidance counselor I had in high school did neither. While I wasn’t super-student, I was taking all the Honors classes available to me (no such thing as IB at my school back then) including math and science courses. My alleged counselor tried to guide me into a job doing ironing. I assume because I was a girl. Had I had dangly bits, no doubt I’d have been funneled into a technical career, but no, I should just go ahead and iron till I got married and had a litter or two. I do wonder if a real counselor might have steered me in a different direction. As it was, it took the Navy to break the girl job/boy job mold for me.
Good morning. I woke at stupid o’clock - OK, around 4 - but I futzed with my tablet in bed till 6-ish. Higgs has been tended, Ziva is hiding under the bed, I’ve fed my face, and it rained all night, not that I was responsible. Tobias and I will hang in the basement today and I’ll get some laundry done. FCD has a board meeting at the school this evening and he already told me he won’t be wanting supper before, so I’ll likely forage.
Yep, retirement life - whatcha gonna do?
Happy Tuesday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 67 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 80 with heavy rain predicted, some maybe this mornin’, but mostly durin’ the afternoon. Last night we made the executive decision to go to the hog trough GC for an early N.O.L., which will take care of today’s main need to feed. Beyond that the usual sloth, nappage, day drinkin’ and so forth will occur. Sittin’ on the back porch with an adult beverage and watchin’ it rain is one of our favorite past times.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
Mornin’ all. Balconatin’ and caffinatin’ pre-dawn as the sun slowly lights the sky and the birds tell each about their hot night in the big city. I’m dressed for beaching & will launch a bit after sunrise. All else TBD in the land-o-leisure.
Waah! Major sympathy. That’s not fair, you have enough bodily annoyances already. At least this one is guaranteed short term.
That’d crack me up for sure. And congrats for a morally consistent stance. Not that we’d expect different from someone of your sterling character. Like Doggio I think I’d have been an awesome and popular teacher; the problem would have been staying employed past the first day or maybe even the first class.
Now that’s just mean! Although at least you know it’s working to provoke your immune system, so there’s that. I find Nyquil or the equivalent ideal for your situation. Sufficiently sedative without actually being a “sleeping pill”. Nice sleeps follow quickly but I don’t wake up feeling like somebody slipped me a mickey at the bar.
Payback’s a bitch, whether VBC does it or Mom does it, eh? Absent-minded cats! That is too cute.
Although I’m surprised the top of the fridge represents any sort of hiding place or obstacle to a cat. It’s warm up there and I’d expect it to be a favored napping spot. Unless you mean hiding it in the cupboard above the fridge.
Kids say (and do) the darnedest things. Damn, now I want to meet one of those kids. I’m sure there’s an app for that. 
IIRC you’re of an age that most of the more at-sea USN jobs weren’t quite open to women yet. So what boy-job did you end up with to break that mold?
And golly was the amount of deep-seated gendered thinking of the grumps painful when we were kids / young adults. There were very few topics that would really light my late first wife on fire. That was one of them. Idjits.
Enjoy the heck out of it, that’s what. For the last 10-ish years one of my sayings was “I finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. … Retired!”. I’m a rank newbie at it, but so far it feels pretty darn warm and inviting. Even if I don’t have a Tobias handy to play with.
It’s just now sunrise, so I’ll [send] and do some reading, then get underway.
We have honored you by bestowing upon you that sacred duty! 
I enlisted in 1973 - no women were at sea and I don’t think there were any female pilots then either. Women wouldn’t be allowed to attend the Naval Academy for 3 more years. I was an avionics technician on the then brand-new S-3A Viking in the training squadron. The fleet was just beginning to transition from the S-2 and we were training other technicians.
I’d love to see what the training is for my old rate these days - so much has changed in electronics in the last 50 years. I expect some of the things that we thought were new and cool and innovative are pretty quaint today. It was a big deal that we could pre-flight all the systems via computer!! WHOA!!!
There’s a Naval Aviation Museum just outside one of the gates to NAS Pax. They have an S-3 on display. Lots of memories popped up when I was standing beside it - wish I could have gotten inside. Wish I was still strong enough to climb up and sit between the folded wings to change the ADF antenna. Does anyone use ADF any longer? Is it all GPS now?
Good times…
Thanks. I started ROTC in summer '78 and my first day on active duty was the day Reagan was shot in Mar '81. By then IIRC USN women at sea were just starting, as were women pilots in USAF, but I’m not sure about Navy. We had a small but growing minority of women in the enlisted ranks, but other than base combat security & similar shooting-forward jobs, I think all USAF enlisted and officer specialties were open to women.
As to modern training, it’s funny. Historically a lot of civilian aircraft techs came from the ranks of the military. FAA’s licensing procedures and required training and experience curriculum are so anchored in the 1950s that modern folks leaving the service need to attend special schools to learn to work on antique things like wooden airplanes, piston engines, and analog electronics. All stuff the military gave up decades ago.
NDB transmitters and ADF receivers still exist. Although predominantly in the mostly uninhabited or poor parts of the world. The last time I flew an airplane with an ADF receiver was back around 1997 and the airplanes had been built in the mid 1970s. They are still available as an optional feature on current production Boeings though, so somebody somewhere must be buying them.
Today VORs are still the official predominant means of overland navigation. Although for any serious airplane built in the last WAG 30 years, GPS + IRS is the actual primary with the VOR system just tagging along. 20 years ago most of the departures, enroute tracks, and arrivals we flew were still VOR to VOR although we were actually following the GPS + IRS along the same path through space. Nowadays many of those canned routes still exist, but more efficient routes that are purely lat/long to lat/long requiring GPS+IRS to fly are the norm nearly worldwide.
Back around 2012 or so I flew one flight with all GPS/IRS inoperative and we were reduced to pure old-fashioned VOR to VOR. Both we and ATC were at something of a loss about how to handle this bizarre primitive condition. But we lived to tell the tale. In the 1990s that was the only way we ever flew. How times change!
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 18c/65f with a predicted high of 19c/66f and partly cloudy. Weather app says “It might be nice now, but at some point is fucking going to rain. Sad fucking trombone.” App is confused because I got to campus at 8am in a thunderstorm!
We have a weather warning from Wednesday until Thursday afternoon for strong and disruptive winds courtesy of Storm Agnes. The weather bods are warning of travel disruption, threats to life and limb (from flying debris, and exceptionally high waves), and potential flooding. Fortunately we are having three more strike days this week so I’ll be at home and not venturing out unless I really want to.
I was on leave yesterday too, so today’s my one workday of the week! I’m busy trying to get everything done today so that I’m not too overloaded next week. Fortunately I have no meetings in the diary so that’s even better.
OMG - during my private pilot training in San Diego, I remember my “long” cross-country being VOR to VOR. In fact, my one really long trek a few years later, from Lafayette, IN to Baltimore and back was mostly that way. Sadly, last time I sat in the pilot’s seat was late 1978 where I had a bit of a scare and decided to stop flying for a bit. I never got back to it… I was within about 4 hours of my commercial ticket, having gotten my instrument rating in SD. I think my log book is somewhere in the basemennt.
Tobias is on his way. I hauled the laundry downstairs and did a quick rollsuck upstairs. FCD is going to see his mom. And so the day begins.
Morning all. Right arm is a bit sore from the COVID shot when I move or touch it, but nothing really painful. Took Boo’s advice (even before reading it this morning) and moved normally through the day. Have had any reaction to the shots, hope you’re feeling better soon, Nellie. Gym and a couple of things at Kroger for today, it’s 68F now and the windows are still wide open, but heading to close to 90F again (fall is really late this year).
Never learned to fly, but do keep a record of all the airports I’ve landed at; think I’m over 125 now, need to re-look at the list since I added several in Argentina earlier this year and may add K.C.come Xmas time.
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suzie, well, she could simply say that she experimented with a variety of professional careers… But I think your advice was sound.
We had 3 guidance counselors for 900 kids in my high school class, so I think remembering meeting with one for about 10-15 minutes once, they had their hands full with other folks as I was a quiet, never-in-trouble kid.
nellie, hope your body adjusts quickly and you get to feeling better today.
boo fae, glad you have a reason to stay in, being out in a storm like that is not a good idea. Hope the cats manage well, or don’t storms bother them?
OK, need to start planning for the day. All y’all have a good 2sDay.
okay, y’all asked for the ear worm.
lager doodle, that phil a del phi a cat.
lager doodle, he’s just where it’s at!
lager doodle, that phillll a del phi aaa caaaat.
oh yeah.
i try to match the oh yeah to the same pitch as his growl at the vet. i also give it a bit of a crooner, rat pack, shchooby doo doo vibe, because he is a too cool for school kind of cat.
Shadow is completely chilled out when it comes to storms, he doesn’t care what the weather’s doing as long as he’s warm and dry. The foster girlies are normally quite skittish and do run from sudden loud noises - we haven’t had a serious storm since they came to live with us, so we’ll find out soon! More than anything, they may be spooked by the sound of the wind whistling round the side of the house, they’re not allowed outside so at least Blossom doesn’t have to worry about a sudden gust around her pantaloons 