How you doin?
Just waitin’ for you, baby, just waitin’ for you. 
Instead of waiting for **rosie **and **BBBobbio **to get a room, I think I’ll just sign off and recline.
MWAH!
Had an eye exam and got new glasses. I can hardly stand the excitement so I’m off to wander the forums.
Practiced my alto clarinet. It was nice to take the thing out again. I’d thought it was broken, though it seemed okay. But maybe I’ll try it again tomorrow. I should probably get some new reeds at some point too.
I was asked to buy reeds for the clarinet playing history major I dated in my youth, and she threw some of them away, right out of the box.
I usually at least test out all my reeds for a few days before tossing any. And I can use a knife on some of them and shave them a bit to hopefully improve them.
One time I left my reed knife in my clarinet case when I took the case on a plane. But nobody discovered I had a knife in there. :eek: I hadn’t even realized myself that I’d sneaked a knife onto a plane, until the flight was over, so it’s not like I intended to cause any harm.
Work was crazy busy, but I still got stuff done. And Canes won(guess they saw my “WE WANT FLOGGINGS!” sign at practice yesterday.
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I need new ones, I just hate spending a day off blinded.
“Fly this plane to Cuba or I’ll play Justin Bieber’s ‘greatest hits’!”
good luck, gotti!
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**gotti **- I think your acronym button is stuck.
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It’s all from the US government, the inventor of the TLA, (Three Letter Acronym) so what do you expect?
We’ve found out that DH could have gone on early disability retirement two years ago thanks to the cancer. Nice of nobody to tell us this as it would have made things quite a bit easier.
That’s not a threat. He may have had some popular songs, but none of the we’re good, let alone great. :dubious:
Up, caffeinated, off to work. It’s 30 degrees colder outside than it was at this time yesterday.:dubious:
No, it’s definitely a threat.
I was in a strange “not much choice” situation; my 5AM foot itch hit so I’ll give a longer version.
Thursday when I went shooting, I caught a shell case hard in the eye from the guy next to me. He had a vintage Colt .32 and the damn thing was tossing the empties almost as hard as the bullets were going out the other end. It put this tiny nick in my lens that didn’t seem much more than a tiny grain of dandruff ------- but it was right damn near center of my field of vision in that eye. As soon as it happened, I went to my chain-eye-place (Lenscrafters) to see about if it could be fixed some way or what.
The young lady working “traffic control” at the desk was ---------- not real good. Not rude or anything but really annoying. She wouldn’t answer any questions, kept looking at her computer screen instead of me, and never looked at my glasses or offered to show them to the lab for opinions. All she wanted to do was keep repeating the cost of new lenses. Can these be fixed? “New lenses are $500”. At that price wouldn’t I be better off just getting a whole new pair? “New lenses are $500”. It’s been a couple years at least since my last pair; could I get an exam in the next hour or so? “New lenses are $500”. That type of thing. I wanted to get home, lock up the guns I had been using and get ready for work, so I didn’t press the matter then and there - just let it ride.
During the drive home I just kept being more and more annoyed by the combination of her and the nick so I called the national customer service number and explained the situation. I was up front and let them know she hadn’t been nasty but simply wasn’t any help either and that I was very disappointed. After being a customer there since they started back in the early 80s I had come to expect to be treated like a person and not just data on a screen. The fellow on the phone line listened and answered the questions I had that she hadn’t and I felt a little better about it all.
Since the itch is fading, the short version is the manager called and offered me 50% off everything for both my “regular” pair and my sunglasses - lenses, frames, exam, the whole nine yards. And the nick wasn’t getting any less visible. So I bit the bullet and went there today/yesterday.
I’ll be honest - I was ready to jump to their competitor just above them in the mall and nearly did (even at 50% off everything the “other guy” was still a shade cheaper) but my eyes have done so well under their care and they were so sincere in their apologies that I stayed with them. No drama, no “you’re right, you’re right”, no “she’s sacked and the person who hired her is sacked too” type ass-kissing you sometimes hit. More a simple “we failed and want to know why so it doesn’t happen again”. And that was just the right approach.
If any of you find yourselves in customer service or retail management, remember Goldilocks ----- don’t be too hard or too soft; go for just right. And while the customer may not always be right, he (or she) is still the customer - listen and look at them.
Truly mundane and pointless but there it is. Now its either bad to bed or since I’m up a Sunrise Service. Coin flip right now.
To-may-to, po-tah-to.
Playing his music is *absolutely *a threat, playing his greatest hits; well, they just don’t exist!
My stupid bladder woke me at 5, then I lay in my stupid bed thinking about buying a stupid dress and stupid shoes for my niece’s stupid wedding - so I gave up and got up.
Niece is getting married in the end of June, so it’s not a panic situation. But I hate dressing up, and even more, I hate buying something that I know I’ll only wear once. I only own a few “dressy” things, mostly in dark colors, so not really appropriate for a summer wedding. And I think the closest I have to proper footwear is a pair of brown sandals. I do have some pretty scarves that I got on a couple of my cruises, so if I can find a plain dress, I can accessorize with some color. The trick will be finding a plain dress.
Why can’t the damned kids elope like reasonable people!!! Or even do what some former coworkers did - they invited a bunch of folks over for a backyard cookout, and partway thru, it was “Hey, gather round - we’re getting married.” Then the cookout resumed. Genius!
But no, my sister and BIL are shelling out all kinds of stupid money for fancy pants invites (we got ours yesterday) for a fancy pants church wedding and a fancy pants reception after. Yeah, I’m a grouch. And I really hate going to weddings. And I really hate dressing up.
Oh yeah, Happy Easter.
Well “greatest Bieber hit” is sorta like “least disgusting dog turd” . It exists, but the bar is set really low.
Or you, sweetie. Whoever gets here first. ;):D:cool::D:)
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 51 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 78 for the day and sunny. Not too shabby.
Today is feast day at da cave. All I need to do is bake the Lil’ Ol’ Lady casserole and warm up ham. Everything else will show up later on this mornin’. Nice!
The Vigil of Easter at the church house was nice and well attended. It was done outside in the prayer/memorial garden. It was a tad chilly after sundown but not too chilly. We got home around elevenish last night and crashed.
To those who observe:
HAPPY EASTER!!!
Everyone else, Happy Sunday!
We’ve finished our non-traditional Easter morning activity of loading a bunch of aluminum scraps into the truck, then putting the trailer back behind the shed where it lives. In an hour or so, I’ll get into some respectable clothing before we load up the car and head to Mom’s.
We also put the smoker up on a couple of stools so I don’t have to get down on my knees to clean it. That’s tomorrow’s chore. rah. It’s pretty disgusting in there, but most of the gross stuff will come out and be cleaned in the sink. I’ll just need to wipe down the walls the best I can. Unless the smoker-cleaning fairy visits while I sleep. Yeah, that’ll happen. 
Mom’s invite was interesting. She’ll provide food and beer and booze, but no soft drinks. She doesn’t drink sodas and when she buys them, too much ends up being thrown away because they get old and nasty. So instead of BYOB it’s BYOS. My mother’s a pip! Good thing I didn’t inherit any of her weird quirks, eh?
I made bacon 'n cheese omelets and grits for brekkie. OYKW was muchly happy. Cute and easy to please. Could one ask for more in a man?