Ah, self-inflicted haircuts. When I was 6 or so, I was sick in bed and chewing gum, which was a no-no. The gum fell out of my mouth into my hair. I didn’t want Mom to punish me, so I got scissors and cut the gum out. Somehow, she figured it out anyway.
I don’t chew gum in bed anymore. 
So in spite of spending an hour in the Mez, I got out fairly early. But we started an hour early, so it wasn’t too bad. Plus next week starts Peak Season, so 4-5 weeks of 6 day weeks. Yay money! But I also have to replace my phone, because that took a dirt nap today. Boo spending money.
Eek about the oven, Taters
Only users lose drugs.
So no eating it Pretzel style?
Good, because not having room for beer in the beerator is like using the drug money for rent.
Well the interview went well. I think I have a new job in January. Maybe the new boss will take over my shop, too. Which would make the landlord happy.
I remember when I was a PO2 (E5), and saw a senior chief (E8) who was younger than I was. And the time I said "You know you’re getting old when the lieutenant commanders [O4] start looking young. And the time a new kid checked in and I discovered that he’d been born when I was in boot camp…
“BEFORE YOU ORDER, WE GOTTA FIND YOUR CHIPOTLE FIRST.” Who said anything about ordering? All I did was ask to see your menu. If you’re not going to let me just look at it, there’s no way I’m going to order.
Lady SCAdian’s sister thinks it’s only about a one-in-three chance their father will make it until Xmas.
Lunch: A tin of Tiny Tots sardines, and three large, jalapeño-and-garlic-stuffed green olives. And I still have another very large mug of dark roast coffee left in the second pot. I’m going to have to brush my teeth before Wifey gets home.
They aren’t just for the gym and skin tight pants have been a thing for decades. I remember putting on my brand new jeans and sitting in a hot bath to shrink them properly and that was back in the 80’s.
So they are doing their job!
That is sad, I am sorry for you. It’s always a shame when you lose a beloved hangout.
I was thinking that, but hubs bought a sprinkler gizmo that you hook up to the hose and put under your car to allow it to crawl from front to back spraying off the undercarriage. We’ll be using that until the new wears off and he gets tired of hooking it up when it’s 30F in the afternoon. I doubt it will last the winter - unless he gets stubborn about it, then we will be using it until the day he dies.
I’ve really considered this, but I’d have to take my glasses off and I don’t really want someone as blind as me waving pointy things around my head without them.
My stylist would probably not laugh, but I’m sure she would bless my heart several times which is kinda worse, LOL.
Murphy can be quite the bastid at times. I hope something good happens cheaply and quickly.
Missred, yes, we moved to Elkhart a little over a year ago.I’m on Woodland Estates Dr. I can’t tell you what part of town that is. I don’t know my way around, because I don’t drive, and I don’t pay attention to where my wife is driving. The faux whiskey I drink is Kentucky 74; it tastes like bourbon, but has no alcohol.
I have mixed feelings about jury duty. While I agree that it is important to serve, I think I’ve already done my part. I still have the random nightmare involving the many very graphic pictures of the murder victims they showed us. If I’m called for anything other than a civil case again, I’ll claim disability (I really can’t sit that long anymore and I have to pee every hour or so.)
It’s also called Hawaii. Lovely place but super expensive.
You must not have cleaned up all the hair 
Hurray, I’ll bet you will sleep a little better tonight. I hope.
It was lovely this morning when I got up. The snow was starting to melt off but I still went out side and took this pic from our back yard.
No gym today, the roads were clear until I got halfway down the road to the gym. There was a truck sideways with it’s back end in a ditch and another truck with a winch that had apparently did everything right except picking a sturdy tree to tie his truck to.
For those who don’t know, if you are trying to winch someone out of a ditch, you have to anchor your vehicle otherwise you will winch yourself into the ditch as well.
But, if you pick a tree in a muddy ditch after three inches of snow, you shouldn’t be that surprised if you winch the tree over on top of you as you get pulled into the ditch.
It didn’t look like it was going to get cleaned up anytime soon so I came back home and invited Hubs to go to the booze sto in Logan. We did some errands on the way and he found a nice IPA to try. I got the booze for the cranberry sauce, some salted caramel Baileys and a super cute mini mason jar of moonshine. That’s for Secret Santa if I get someone who drinks, the salted caramel Baileys is mine.
We also stopped at Dairy Land for lunch and brought home strawberry shortcakes for later. I think it will be a great dinner with some Baileys.
BG: The mailboxes are on the other side of the highway, our mailbox is in our front yard, by the door. When we moved in, we got a notice that we had to move our mailbox to the other side of the highway because the one we had was an accommodation made because Donna had mobility issues and no family to help.
I went to the post office with my handicapped placard and explained that both of us also had mobility issues. I also explained that if we had to move it across the highway, we would rather get a PO box because we were going to have to get in our car to get our mail and it would be safer to go to the post office than stop on the highway every day.
The post master said she would tell our sad story to the guys in charge and we shouldn’t move our mailbox until we got further notice. As we haven’t gotten anything else, the mailman is still driving into our yard to put our mail in our box or on the front porch.
Today we arrived home to find a large box under our regular mail and opened it to find a pre-cooked Turkey dinner. There was a pre-cooked turkey, a container of frozen pre-made stuffing, a container of pre-mashed potatoes, a can of cranberry sauce, a package of dinner rolls, two jars of turkey gravy, half a pound of butter, a frozen pumpkin pie and a container of whipped topping.
The label on the package made us think our mailman left it, so we called the post office and asked what it was. Apparently there is a church group that gets the list of addresses that have disabled accommodations (freedom of information act) and arranges delivery of heat and serve Thanksgiving dinners to every address.
I thanked the post office worker and said that we really didn’t need it this year and should we bring it back so they could give it to someone else and she said NO! It would be rude and ungracious to return it.
So now we have two turkeys and have a coupon for a free one with a 50 dollar purchase. It is good that we like turkey.
Wow! That is right neighborly!
The dusted trees look lovely.
They finally got the VPN connection restored around 14:30. Too late for me to do anything, though. I was able to get some things done without connecting to our network, so the day wasn’t a total loss.
The new wireless mouse for my new laptop arrived. It wasn’t working. I tried discovering it with Bluetooth. No joy. I RTFI, and found out the USB wireless receiver was missing. Not in the bag, not in the box, not on the floor. And then I found it. It was in a pocket built into the bottom of the mouse. Sothat’s working.
I still need IT to:
She got home early. I had to freshen my breath after she got home.
No date night tonight, because her birthday is Sunday so we’re going out for her birthday dinner tomorrow. I’ve got some salmon pinwheels thawing.
And a good late afternoon to all. Got my shopping done and my Pepsi stockage has been replenished, should be good until February (got 5 12-paks at Kroger and 3 more (for $13) at Dollar General, so 8 cartons for about $33 or about 0.35 a can, which seems to me to be a pretty good deal). Then swam 1.75 miles, that took care of a good portion of the afternoon and had hot dogs w/cheese to celebrate. We’ll see what the evening brings, it’s 46F now and we should get near-freezing tonight. I also serviced my hearing aids (cleaned them off and changed a couple fiddly bits) without to much trouble.
Van Go, glad the interview went well, hope it does work out as planned.
flyboy, we have a bunch of Mexican restaurants around here, often when some other restaurant closed down it re-opens as a Mexican place, and so far they all seem to be doing OK.
Catglove, yeah, go away for a few hours and the number of posts can explode suddenly. And nice story on the first haircut…I don’t think I ever did that as a youth, but perhaps my memory is failing…
doggio, it’s all income until it’s suddently outgo. Thus does economics work.
JtC, I like a tight pair of pants on a lady as much as the next dirty old man, but these are so form-fitting it’s like they are not wearing nothing, and maybe I’m just getting to set in my ways, but I can’t believe they are comfortable that way. Ah well, at least my eyesight is still good…
Never been called for jury duty in all my time as a registered voter, maybe one day…then again, after your description, maybe I can luck out and give it a pass.
And that is one beautiful picture…even with the old blue shed (outhouse?). And I imagine traffic was a mess for quite awhile after that FUBAR. And sounds like you’ll be eating turkey for a while.
flyboy, Hooray for VPN. Hope the rest of the fixes get worked out.
And onward into the now dark evening.
I miss the plethora of Mexican and other ethnic restaurants in L.A.
I decided not to go to the craft show that I signed up for tomorrow. I really wanted to, but between the setting up and tearing down plus sitting in one spot for 10 hours, I just think it would be too much.
Fortunately I do sell my art at two local places, so I’m just going to divide everything up between the two and drop it off to them to do the hard work.
That’s the one that I was trying to remember last night.
They’re yoga pants and yeah, they’re a thing, not only at the gym, but walking through Tar-jay, Kroger or anywhere else in public.
My 15 year old niece and I decided on one Thanksgiving up north, when it was 33-40F and raining all week, that if there was such a thing as hell, it wouldn’t be hot as blazes, it would be 35F and raining.
And the good one that does the undercarriage at that!
Maybe they’re like sardines and you just eat them, bones and all?
Install your bank’s app. I check my balances every morning and transfer funds between accounts as needed, usually in my jammies. 
Yay! I hope that everything works out with both the new gig and the shop.
IIRC, you’re about halfway between Elkhart and Bristol, but it’s been 30 years since I’ve lived there.
Seen the PCP, then the vampires. Stopped at Tar-jay / CVS to pick up prescriptions and a few incidentals, took Nelson to the dog park, talked to Sis on the phone and packed for the trip. I even loaded about half of it in the car. Go me!
Supper was two chicken tenders that I got at Tar-jay, made into a wrap with the remaining lettuce in the fridge, some avocado hot sauce and pepper jack, a handful of baby carrots and an apple for dessert. No dishes to clean up.
Tomorrow, it’s up, get sheveled, take a tote to the car, come back for my co-pilot and get on the road.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Howdy Y’all! RDOS inactivities abounded today. Can inactivity abound? That would be a good topic for a philosophical debate. It was nice to be inside and warm. I think soon it will be beddy bye time.
I made the salmon pinwheels (from Trader Joe’s, natch). I was going to make simple salads for the side, but the lettuce froze and was mushy. Mrs. L.A. found a bag of ‘Italian-style vegetables’ in the freezer that I’d forgotten I bought, so I made those. Drained and added a lot of real butter when they were done.
Personally, I like Costco’s Salmon Milano with Basil Pesto Butter better; but the TJ’s pinwheels are more convenient to buy. The Spousal Unit likes the pinwheels better, because the Costco salmon has ‘too much butter’. Weird. I understand the individual words, but I can’t make sense of them in that order.
Goo had some salmon too. 
I hate it when that happens! Why don’t they put a big red sticker pointing to the hiding place, would cost less than a penny and certainly would make the end user a little happier.
I thought it was very kind and will be writing a nice thank you letter to the group. We don’t eat canned veggies so I offered them to Harry when he was over this morning (the power went out during the night and he wanted to be sure that we were OK and/or wanted to complain about the power company over a cup of good coffee and some warm coffee cake).
They don’t eat canned green beans or sweet potatoes either but he’s sure one of the kids/grands/family will happily take them home.
Spandex has come a very long way since the 80’s. I’m pretty sure those ladies really are comfortable enough, they are able to bend and stretch and work out without pain…plus they get the male eyes. You might not be their intended target, but they know you are looking and are comfortable with that as well.
Usually what happens is that you sit in a room with a bunch of other potential jurors and watch a motivational movie about how important jury duty is before someone comes in and tells everyone how appreciated they are, then moving on to how to get paid for mileage and jury duty, then explaining what was going to happen next.
After a while you get moved into the court room and the first round of questions to the entire pool happens. After half of the pool has been disqualified, the lawyers start in and it becomes personal not “Does anyone in the room…”
Then they recess for lunch.
The defendant has been sitting in the room during the entire process and has more than likely already turned down a plea bargain. Now shit has gotten real and defendant has realized that they might want to plea after all, so talking happens while everyone is at lunch and then everyone gets thanked for being part of the process and sent home.
That is what happened to me every four years until the very ugly stalking case brought by the state. You don’t want to know the details, it was nasty.
That didn’t give me nightmares, though. The next one did.
Not even a year later I got called for federal jury duty and had to go because they didn’t care about me serving for state jury. That one involved alcoholism, domestic violence and drug abuse ending with a woman and two children slaughtered with a box cutter. We saw pictures of every single bruise, cut and stab wound several times. I had nightmares every night the second week.
Hubs got it worse though. He ended up on a child porn trial and the jury had to look at more than 200 pictures of horrible things and decide individually if they all were actually porn.
The neighbor’s shed, I was in the middle of cropping it out when Jolene walked on the keyboard. Now that there are new owners, I suspect they will clean it up before it finishes falling over.
The place behind that is Harry’s home. He’s the one who mows the gully and maintains the Martin House, so I assume that is his as well.
That would have been too much for me back when I was 50, I think you made the right choice. You did say that your rude forks have been selling at one place so that is good!
Have a very safe and fun trip! Think of us often and fondly, we promise to maybe not talk behind your back all that much!
I’m kinda stoned ATM so I don’t understand those words in that order either. Maybe they will make better sense in the morning.
For those who are interested, Bailey’s Salted Caramel is over sweet. But it’s still pretty tasty and I’m not going to pour it out! It will be morning coffee booze cause you can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning.
So a brief nap. Watching F1 practice, having some Cajun seasoned catfish from the used fished section, and sipping a La Louisiane Spot is sacked out on the couch.
Some adendum from earlier
One of the bits of fallout was the Lego Natural History set. I thought about @Misnomer
It was 36 Ferret Height when i went to work, and 45 when I left. False Fall is here.
Bin report: We’ve gone an entire week without some one filing the recycling dumpster with trash.
< crosses appropriate and inappropriate appendages >
Inactivity would abed. And if you don’t like that philosophical answer, I Kant help you.
Newspaper bonk.
red, I do check my account daily and also keep a paper ledger, so I stay conscious of how the money is flowing. And in your jammies…overdressing for the occasion, aren’t we? 
JtC,I read the blurred section and you and hubs caught a couple of nightmare cases. Don’t know how I would react to that. Don’t know if I want to know.
OK, heading to 11pm so bedtime for the old Rat. Catch up with you on Sattiday.