Hey SCL…I’m going to WV this weekend–I might be able to help. Email me!
Hope your ear feels better! You really should go to the doctor–ear things can be very serious.
taxi, the state fair photos are nice, but where are the bunnies? Every state fair has lots of bunnies. I want bunnies! The monkey gown is very cool. I love the expression on that goat’s face! I think his voice sounds a little like Austin Powers–“Yeah, baby, scratch my head!”
“Everybody thinks that the rest of the world has more time and more money than the rest of the world actually has.”
The only exception I know to that is my SiL, who apparently thought I was making as much as her brother; only, her brother has just graduated and has a “practice” contract whereas I graduated 12 years ago and have a job with a Real Salary. I haven’t bothered correcting her perceptions.
I used to do something similar to what you do for a while; in my case, I would pull data that needed to be cleaned up, look for the dirty spots and mark them. Then I would gather the sheep… uh… I mean, my coworkers… and distribute who got to clean what, as well as instructions on the proper usage of electronic soap and water. It was neat, I spent a lot of time figuring out the best way to clean different kinds of data (fast, minimum typing, minimum bother to end users). I like data- and procedure-cleaning, it’s floors that I can’t be bothered with…
Been trying to remember who do I know that’s nicknamed moshy; I think my aunt calls her husband that sometimes.
No, I’m very sorry, but you are incorrect. The monkey gowns are just plain creepy! I concede that I’m not a beacon of fashion, but doggone, those two dresses were just disturbing on way too many levels. So do the classy thing, accept that you are wrong, and send me a penitential love offering of extremely expensive chocolates, and all will be forgiven.
Now I’m going to find the janitorial supplies and find something to bleach my brain… <shudder>
Oh like you don’t know a thing about public displays! 
Welcome whiterabbit! Hmmm… whitey? rabb? This is gonna take some thought. BTW, you sure know how to make an entrance. Pictures and everything! We could just call ya doglust. 
FCM you’re an old broad. That’s why.
taxi do tell KeithT, or, if he’s lurking he can read this himself, I thought the joke was funny.
MBG you prevert! I knew there was a reason I like ya so much.
I had a :eek: moment yesterday.
Saturday, I took several loads of junk to the dump. A lot of it was scrap metal, and as soon as I got it in the dumpster, an couple of old guys pulled just about everything out and loaded it in their truck. Fine, I don’t care that trash pickers are claiming this stuff for their own. I’ll save them some time, and they can load up all of the crap straight from my derelict barns.
They saw what I had, and their eyes got very big. They agreed to haul it all off, tearing the buildings down in the process to get the tin roofing. Cool, I thought, because that saves me a lot of work that I wasn’t sure how to do without earthmoving equipment.
So, yesterday they got one barn down and stripped. While they were at it, Reggie the farmer who rents a good barn from me, stops by to tell my wife that the guys doing the work were bad news, and have records for drug dealing and burglary. :eek: :eek: :eek: Holy shit.
OK, I says, I know how to handle this. The sheriff is a member of my fire department, and we had a meeting last night. I cornered him, and asked for a biiiig favor. The trash pickers are welcome to the metals, and they’re doing valuable work for me by tearing down the two barns. However, if he or a deputy could just happen to stop by when they’re there working, and just mention to them that if anything comes up missing from this place, he’s going to look for them first, that I’d be forever grateful. He said sure.
The sheriff knew who I was talking about, and reassured me that they’ve all got records and have done time for dealing, but that none have been implicated in any burglaries or theft, and he’s the one to know about that. Kewl, sort of. I locked up my mowers and bicycle anyway…
Bibs, I get my formal training in January, when the county wide fire association runs a school for all of the departments. I’ll have NFPA Firefighter I certification as an outcome. Until then, I get paired with an old hand who’ll give me OJT.
Oh, and I fergot:
WhiteRabbit -> Late
Bobbio is the sherrif gonna send Barney by or is he gonna deputize Gomer for special duty?
Oh like y’all thought I’d pass that up!
Ah, like in Mayberry. 
:smack: life, not like, sheesh :smack:
Unlike the other Mayberry, this sheriff is more like Buford Pusser. Very nice guy, but I wouldn’t want to cross him…
I had my first class last night - it’s Monday and Wednesday nights, plus some Saturdays till December. I’ll also have NFPA FF1 when I’m done.
I can’t ride fire calls as a FF till I’m done and have my ‘white tags.’ I have blue tags now cause I’m a medic.
I have homework already! We need to go and get an officer to show us how to use the radio and how to call dispatch, which I already know.
There are about 25 of us in the class, and just 8 females. I was glad to see I was not the oldest. One of the other women looked older than me, and a couple of the guys were definitely older than me. Most of them are young guys, though. I need to hit the gym and keep up the workouts, though.
Hmmm. First morning since school started that I come in to ZERO e-mails, and the evil green “message” light on the phone being off.
Life is good. 
Heheh. He said “Gomer.” Anyway, today I have a full day of orientation into the graduate physics program, so I won’t be back until 4ish. The day mostly consists of tours and talks of various professors’ research activities, with a free lunch thrown in for good measure. It’ll be good to meet some professors finally, especially the one I think I might end up working with.
Pun!
And now I’m off! Later days, everyone.
Or, Guess What’s In Our Delivery Truck
3,000 metal Easter eggs. Yep. 3,000. Easter eggs. Metal.
Yesterday afternoon around threeish, I betook yon delivery truck to an old store building in downtown Albeeeny. I, along with the help of 5 co-workers, owner of said old store building and some guy who was passin’ by and pitched in to help, just cause, loaded many, many, many boxes of metal Easter eggs into the back of yon delivery truck. This took an hour and a halfish.
Today, said metal eggs will sit in the back of yon delivery truck. Tomorrow morning they shall be offloaded into a storage room with the help of many, whether they want to or not, cause da bear done pulled rank and informed those who shall help that help they shall. Why not today you ask? Cause today, there’s other stuff that needs to get done. With the help of the drafted many, this will not take long to do and we can do it in the morning whilst the temperature will be mid 60’s Amurrkin.
The eggs are kinda purty. I’ve just never seen metal ones before. They’re also kinda big, like turkey eggs. They’ll hold lots of candy. So, I guess there will be Easter egg hunts afoot next Easter. Plus there’s some kind of plans in the works to use a bunch of 'em in some kind of fundraising activity. I know not what, neither do I need to know what, so I intend to maintain ignorance in this area. My dealings with 3000 metal Easter Eggs are and will remain in the coordination of the loading/unloading of said eggs.
I had the same situation when I came in this morning too. In my case, it’s more likely due to being the end of the military’s fiscal year (which my boss, who has an MBA, calls “physical year”) and the lack of money. Until the last week of September, when I’llget flooded with purchase orders for things I have quoted to ships in the last three months. Happens all the time.
**swampy ** - ain’t it kinda oily for dem dere easter type egg things?
Metal Easter eggs?
I’m on holiday! Unfortunately, I do not feel terrific, due to cramps. I will therefore only do a little baking today. More of the ham and pepper bread, garlic cheese sticks, a sort of easy brioche, and some whole wheat. The exciting part is that they’re turning the water off. Oh, shucks, can’t do the cleanup right now.
Time for some lazing around.
Maybe they’re not early - maybe they’re really, really late.
LiLI that’s what I said yesterday. Metal Easter eggs? See I was expecting to be loading up (or the coordination thereof) boxes of those plastic eggs. The dang things are metal though. As in thump one and it goes PING metal.
Said aigs have been sitting in this vacant building Og knows how long. As to whether or not it’s too early or late for ‘em, well, look at it this way, I’m bettin’ candymakers are gearing up right now for Easter candy. Think about it. The Hallowe’en candy is out. You know the Christmas candy is all ready. Valentine’s Day candy is prolly bein’ produced as we post. I’m willing to bet by November, Easter Candy is bein’ produced. Thus, the manufacturers of fake Easter eggs are probably makin’ the little boogers right now.
The chickens will wait until closer to Easter before they start producin’ cause they believe in fresh products.
Metal Easter eggs? Man, I never know what I’m going to wake up to with you guys.
Actually, I had a really weird dream just before I woke up. I was in the Australian Outback with Papa T. and a bunch of other people. And Papa T., who it seems like has been everywhere, had of course been everywhere and knew how to get everywhere. So every time I turn around he’s giving me directions to get where I’m trying to go. And I’m doing two things simultaneously: getting annoyed with him (because, hey, he’s been everywhere), and reminding myself to drive on the left. (Do they drive on the left on Australia?) Anyway, it was weird. And then the phone rang. Which is probably just as well; I still hadn’t found where I was trying to get to (some airport) anyway.
That was a weird dream.
MBG, you have kinky monkeys. And neighbors. And I’m with FCM – those monkey dresses are just freaky!