Thank you for the Zenni suggestion moooom. I knew about them because my daughter, beloved SiL and my youngest son all get several pair a year there and always look good and are happy with them. Their return policy and customer service seems good too.
The rub is that I need not only progressives but progressives with pretty hefty prisms and Zenni doesn’t do progressives with prisms added. The prisms are needed because of the post-TBI vision syndrome. Prisms in progressives need to be fit in person, with lots of extra precise measurements. Therefore it’s just easier (probably should say ‘more profitable’) for Zenni to not deal with prisms except in single vision lenses, which they do according to their web site.
My kids do look good in their Zennis though, quite stylish and dashing. Because they are so reasonable relatively they feel like they can indulge themselves yearly with fresh, fun styles. None of them are in progressives yet, which of courses makes it lots easier to do on line.
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Happy Doperversary, doggio!
Welp, the latest insanity is that we might not be allowed to work starting on Monday. There’s contract stuff going on that complicates things even more than just the recent EO does, but the bosses are doing everything they can to get a definitive answer as soon as possible. Senior corporate leadership has been meeting since 2pm, and we hope to have some info by COB. At the very least, they should be providing guidance about the messaging we can share with our staff. The boss has already asked the program leads to stick close to our corporate phones tonight/this weekend, in case of last-minute direction.
In happy news, though, I’ll be having dinner with my BFFs in a few hours! I haven’t seen them since early January, due to WifeBFF’s chronic health issues. So far today she’s feeling alright, and the plan is for me to leave my place around 5pm and pick up burgers – from a place near their house that we like – on the way. It’ll be my first time seeing them since they had to put one of their cats down four weeks ago. I text with WifeBFF several times a day (and sometimes also with HusbandBFF), but there’s nothing like being in the same room. I could use some friendly faces, especially in light of this work stress.
Luckily, I’ll be seeing even more friendly faces tomorrow night: a friend is having a housewarming party. There’s a Mardi Gras theme – beads, etc., are encouraged – so I got this purple fleur-de-lis shirt. It was delivered yesterday, and has been washed and is ready for tomorrow. It’s a lot more colorful than my usual style, so this might be the only time I ever wear it, but I like it more than I expected to (and the color makes me think of shoe!). I also got a box-o-beads, which I’ll give the hostess for those who don’t bring their own.
Sunday afternoon is the next Bricks 'n Brews custom Lego set event (a stone cottage with leprechaun and pot of gold). If I’ve gotten bad work news by then I’ll likely just pick up my set pieces and take them home to assemble later, but I’m hoping to build some Lego while chatting with strangers and eating a giant soft pretzel.
What a day/night!!
I’ve been watching the old SyFy show Eureka for the first time, and that made me laugh because it could totally be a line from that show.
Ugh, that poor doggy (and owner!).
It’s all you can do.
That does bode well for her! Phew!
That’s the only kind I’ve ever gotten.
When we had those bad snowstorms and I realized – thanks to smart Mumpers – that only my gas stovetop burners would work in a power outage (vs the oven), I bought a bunch of stuff that could be made with hot water: a couple boxes of that soup were on the list, as well as ramen and some cup-o-noodles. I’m allll about the noodles!
That’s similar to any kind of vision insurance I’ve ever had. Not only do I have to choose between contact lenses and new glasses each year, the latter coverage is really just an allowance – and, like you, by the time I get lightweight lenses (because Coke bottles have nothin’ on my prescription) and anti-glare coating and decent frames, new glasses always cost $200-300. Even if I re-use my frames, I’m $100-200 out of pocket. Luckily my prescription has been pretty stable for the past 1-2 years, so it’s been easy to use insurance for contact lenses, but these days most of the time I wear my glasses and I dread the next change in my vision that’s significant enough to warrant new ones.
I truly hope you didn’t think I was being rude. I’ve just had it with the felon and the people who voted for him. I had a very hard time falling asleep last night after watching just Rachel’s first segment. They showed people from USAID who had been unceremoniously fired and had only 15 minutes to pack their stuff and get out. Now they have no income, no health insurance. How are they going to pay for food, clothing, shelter, health issues??? And I just heard the felon saying horrible things to Zelensky. I am just sick at heart.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarh!!!
Left pretty much after I posted the above to go with Hubs to put gas in both our cars. January Kroger gas points expire today.
Now I’m enjoying watching my fav golfer, Jordan Speith, play some decent golf. Sometimes great, sometimes not.
I didn’t sleep well last night at all and woke up for good at 3am. Went to workout at the Fitness Center right when it opened.
Did an hour of work at the Depts’ Admin office. Krogered at the store across the street from the Admin office. They didn’t have Hubs LF milk so drove over to our normal Kroger and got the rest of the items on the list. Turned out we were 86 points short of 2000 for Feb so Hubs went to Kroger after we gassed up and bought enough so that we’ve ended up with 2022 points for Feb. Enough for 2 gasups at $1/gallon off. Today, using our gas points, we paid $1.85/gallon. It’s a small win.
At this point, I’ll take what I can get. Except that I’m very concerned if our Medicare coverage is cut, particularly the video visits.
Well that’s a whole lot of crap all around. Dang about the kitties, hopefully they will get adopted soon.
I sure do understand following a boss, the good ones make all the difference in the world. I hope things settle down soon.
Thank you, it was a lovely drive and we had a very nice visit. George is not happy that we both came home smelling like dawgs but he forgave us after he got his gooshy fud. We spent three hours driving across the middle of the state and did not see a single trump/vance sign. They were all over the place a month ago. We did see one Harris/Walz sign, though.
That’s the hardest part about making cheese. Waiting months to find out if I got it right or not.
What’s the worse they can say if you ask? It is very possible they have some sitting in a locked cabinet somewhere anyhow, the biggest issue would be finding the key.
Of course if you have to stay home due to lack of hot water, that would solve the issue as well!
The following weekend would probably be better. You will be feeling better and he won’t be feeling rushed. Do wish him a happy birthday from your imaginary interweb friends!
How very sad, but at least doggy had his person around at the end.
Keep it up, you will feel worse if you don’t try.
Thank you for not quitting. If it is possible, can you arrange letters for the employees who are being let go? They need to apply for unemployment, food stamps and medical right away and will have to show last day worked and last day paid along with the reason for termination.
It’s not going to be enough for their food stamp worker to note that everyone knows about the loss of jobs, they will have to have some sort of documentation. When I was working I would make phone calls, but when Sam’s Club closed down, nobody would pick up the phone and I wasn’t able to approve food stamps without that info.
Sir or Madam,
Jane Doe was terminated on 2/28/25 due to a reduction in force. Her last day paid was 2/28/25 in the gross amount of 500.00. She will not be receiving severance pay.
Tators,
Abused government worker
That’s all they would really need to get approved.
You probably shouldn’t tell him, but I think he’s just adorable.
We took his cousin, daughter and hubby out to lunch but I insisted on a local place instead of the chain his cousin wanted. Cousin’s daughter and husband agreed and we had a nice lunch without giving our money to a billionaire.
Of course, boycotting something is much easier when you don’t do it anyhow. We already have all of the stuff we need, we don’t buy new stuff often anyhow.
3/7-3/15 is the amazon boycott. We don’t use amazon anymore. I’ll shop on amazon and when I find what I need, I will click on the link to the manufacturer and order directly.
3/21/3/28 is the Nestle boycott. I’ve been boycotting them for years. I have serious issues with bottled water and the damage it does to the environment.
4/7-4/14 is the walmart boycott. I have never once stepped foot into a Walmart, so that certainly won’t be an issue.
4/18 is another general boycott and then
4/21-4/28 is the General Mills boycott. That one will take label reading, but we don’t eat a lot of processed food anymore, so it will get done as well.
I am so glad you had such a good time at the show, you certainly do deserve to unwind a bit! I’m looking forward to the pics!
Whooo! Extra noodles, fancy! I will definitely be looking for those.
Hurray for pretty new chairs!
That just sucks, I’m so sorry you went though all that for nothing.
Every voice helps. Don’t just boycott, write letters.
Jesus Fucking Christ! It just keeps on going. Enjoy dinner with your friends, relax and enjoy their company. Monday will come soon enough.
Not at all. It has been super hard to not say how I really feel about this whole thing, all I saw in your words was pure anger. They just cut medicaid and food stamps to give King musk 800 billion dollars while raising the debt ceiling 4 fucking trillion dollars. They are cutting school lunches and closing domestic violence shelters. I’ll be back at the capital on Monday, more people are waking up.
Go her! We like looking at pictures of things other people have made, if she wants to brag, we would be happy to admire!
I made the decision to buy local today (the produce at Fiesta Market is good and I got a good pulled poke plate at Kinfolk) and pick up what I couldn’t get there at Kroger tomorrow. You are right in that showing our purse power to large corporations, who have far more political clout than we, is important.
If it’s any consolation, WalMart in various locations has always been the best at fitting me (hard to fit) with glasses. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been in a WalMart store in the past five years, but three of those times were for glasses. They do have a good selection of budget frames.
You got that right! Most of the boycotts aren’t things that I spend $$ on, but a couple are ones that I’ll figure a work around.
Houseirk and laundry are done and the majority of the foodstuffs were purchased from local sources, so it’s chill time.
I actually got a decent night’s sleep last night. I took a rice pack to bed with me and reheated it when I got up for a bio break. I also popped a couple of generic tylenol then. So far today, I’m staying on top of it, although I felt some pangs when making the bed.
Howdy Y’all! RDOS sloths were us today. I read a bunch and watched teevee. OYKW watched teevee. We napped and day drank. We decided we didn’t want pizza so had sammiches instead. I did yank a Boston < snerk > butt! < snerk > outta da freezer this mornin. It will go in the slow cooker tomorrow and then get chopped up. We’ll take it, Hawaiian rolls, and bbq sauce to the church house on Sunday for first Sunday brunch.
Evening all. Finally motivated myself enough to go swimming, so that has been accomplished and will have my Big Bowl of Salad here in a little bit. Been coughing some and have a little throat congestion, so will watch it and take care of myself this weekend. Otherwise just a quite night of readin’, internettin’, and You-Tubin’ until bedtime beckons.
FCM, hope you enjoyed the recliner time.
BBBoo,
Oopsie, hang in there, I expect the big bosses will have a tough weekend themselves but hopetully get some conclusive guidance; not knowing can be just as stressful as actual bad news can be. Enjoy your time with BFF’s and the housewarming folks, you’ve earned a break.
Cat Glove, made it to 2014 Kroger points for Fenruary, since I only have one car that’ll be a savings of $2.00/gallon sometime this weekend, so I want to get the fuel gauge as low as I can safely do to take advantage of it.
Knots, conga-rats to Mrs. Knott, and 50mph is a pretty good reason not to go outside.
JtC, glad you had a nice visit. And pretty sure Taters folks will have some sort of letter to show, the Government won’t blow it’s nose without proper documentation. Can’t promise I’ll remember or follow all the boycotts, but definitely will bypass amazon for March if at all possible.
And time to get the salad bag and all the fixings out and into the big bowl for dinner. Have a good evening all.
Thought I’d try a dish I’ve never made and also get rid of some of that Christmas ham that’s been sitting in the freezer since then. The wife found an old Julia Child recipe for ham steaks in a Madeira sauce. The sauce includes mushrooms, shallot, butter, chicken stock and cream. I didn’t want to buy a bottle of Madeira for 1/4 cup so I used Port. Came out very good.
I’m pretty sure they won’t and I have good reasons for feeling this way, things are very different today than they were last year.
If you want, I’ll remind you about the other boycotts just before they start.
Protests, letters, boycotts are all just paper cuts to the billionaires that run the country, but if enough of us cut them with enough paper, we might just be able to make them bleed.
I don’t really have a whole lot of hope, but I would lose all respect for myself if I didn’t go down fighting.
And that is so important when your body is trying to heal, I hope your improvement continues!
I agree, you church folks do eat good!
Since Kentucky is next to WV and we are closer to KY than VA, I got in the mood to get a MMR shot and called my doctor to schedule it. At first they were all “sure, we have it, come in on Monday and get jabbed” then they called me back and said they didn’t think they could do it because they didn’t have an adult dose and weren’t sure where to get it, but they would find out and call me back soon.
I’m not really going to stress that much over it, I haven’t cuddled a child in years but it would be good to have it updated and if I’m going to do it, it should be done soon. I’ve also asked them to get an adult dose of chicken pox vax. I’ve had measles and chicken pox and the mumps but that was so many years ago that it probably wouldn’t hurt to give my immune system a reminder.
That sounds really good. Julia Child was a really good cook, didn’t she teach herself how to cook while she was in the Navy? I think I remember something about that, but it is late and I’m kinda stoned.
My next scheduled capital protest is Tuesday, March 4th at 5pm. I was at the January not-my-President protest in a bazillion degrees below windchill for 2 hours. By far the oldest person there (there were fewer than 20 of us. I missed the February one because I was at home grimacing in agony from an infected molar. I need to make myself another pink pussycat hat for next Tuesday. I gave my last pink pussycat hat to a young mother at the frigid January protest~building connections and community I hope. Good thing I have lots of pink polar fleece.
Not that much of a sacrifice for me, the capital is literally a mile down the street from me and I have a handicapped tag so parking is usually not that bad. Hauling my heavy portable oxygen concentrator is the worst of it. I might try to find a good sign to hold by then. This today at the White House was the last straw, the disgraceful disrespect to Zelenskyy. I hung my US flag upside down in the code for ‘distress’ in my big picture window in the front of the house.
Not sure what I think of my latest therapist. Had two sessions with her, and she didn’t talk much at all compared to me. I realize that’s a legitimate approach, but there were awkward silences, and I’m not sure what I’m getting out of it. Kind of like I’m not getting my money’s worth from her? On the other hand, I don’t think I’m having the strong “this is not working out” feelings I had with the previous one (who, when asked, indicated they voted for Trump, which solidified my decision to look elsewhere, though I’d already been leaning towards that before), so I dunno.
There should be so many of us old women out there. We remember how it was when we were young and should be smart enough to see what our granddaughters will be facing.
When I was in high school, Mom bought all of my clothes and it showed. I didn’t want to babysit, I just did not like kids, so I wanted a paper route. I wasn’t allowed to have one because I was a girl. Dad thought I should be allowed to work (too young to get a work permit, I advanced through school far too quickly) and signed papers saying that he was the one tossing papers.
It was all wink wink, handshake stuff. I had a manager who knew all, but wink, wink.
I did a good job and made good money for a girl that age back then. I had cool clothes and platform shoes!
I don’t know how many people remember the Sunday Parade magazine but every year they took some of the top paperboys in the US to a different country. I think it was called Young Columbus or something lame like that.
While I was a faux paperboy, the prize was a trip to Romania and Count Dracula’s castle! I was still in my Dark Shadows stage and wanted that trip. I worked my butt off for it, I had no missed papers for six months (mostly because Mom helped me copy notes to put on everyone’s door to ask them to call our house instead of the office) and I spent all of my weekends and many evenings selling paper subscriptions. My manager was the one who loaded us up in a van and took us to neighborhoods and set us loose.
I WON!!! I was so excited, I was going to meet my Dark Prince at his home, it was going to be so romantic and amazing and I would live forever and all that sappy shit. Ya gotta remember, I was only 14.
But I was a girl so I wasn’t eligible for the trip, it was boys only.*
This is what they want again. Girls can’t compete in the boys club because we might beat them.
*Dad refused to stand for it. I went on the trip. I had my own chaperone and didn’t get to do a lot of the things the boys did because my chaperone was too tired to go out. The next year Parade magazine did a whole piece on the first girl Young Columbus (which wasn’t me) and Mom was so mad that she made me quit my paper route and signed for me to work at Jim’s burger stand instead.
Mrs. L.A. treated us to dinner tonight. (We went down the beach to dinner on Wednesday, and I paid.) We went down the beach to the place across the street from where we ate Wednesday. She had mushroom ravioli with pesto sauce and two Hemingway daiquiris (although they didn’t have maraschino liqueur, so they used maraschino syrup), and I had braised lamb shank w/mashed potatoes, and two negronis. Now we’re home, she’s having some cabernet sauvignon, and I made myself another negroni. Yum.
Well, the chicken pox vaccine wasn’t available when we were kids. When my PCP recommended a shingles vaccine, one of the questions was have you had chicken pox?. I knew that I didn’t remember having them and my mom wasn’t with it enough mentally at that point to tell me if I did, so they did an antibody test. Instead of a shingles vaccine, I got a chicken pox shot. With you doing the protests, you don’t know if you are being exposed to either shingles or pox, so you are wise to get jabbed.
I just shared a bowl of popcorn with Nelson (his is taken out to a little bowl before seasoning) and now we’re chilling until the bedtime walk.
Oh, I remember having the chicken pox, I still have a very faint scar under my jawline that I can see if I look close. I’ve also had the shingles vaccines recently. Did not like, definitely recommend. But with measles in KY, and WV being so anti-vax, I’m sure I will be exposed at the capital or at the pool.
As far as I understand, I got all of my childhood vax and more when I joined the USAF so I’m really pretty sure that I’m already fairly bullet proof, but what’s another layer of Kevlar when so many people are shooting guns randomly in the air?
In more cheerful news, I got a new pattern from American Needlepoint Guild and I’m looking forward to calling the needlepoint place tomorrow. I’ve found the needlepoint reddit channels and have recommended them several times and every time I do, I get upvoted because so many other people love the Family Arts Needlework Store in Phx AZ.
There aren’t a whole lot of things I miss about Arizona, but visiting that store is one of them and now I have a good reason to call them and talk threads!
I got a text from my former boss today. He is selling the company to a nation wide company. I started there in 1979 and stayed for forty two years. J is the third owner I worked for. All of those years I had a good steady job with nice benefits and I was paid very well. The first two owners were content with a customer base that made a modest profit. When I started there were seven employees. The branch manager that hired me bought the branch a couple of years after I started and expanded to about a dozen employees.
S, owner number two, hired J as a salesman. J was amazing and had a fire that S never did. J went after huge accounts and our staff increased to about twenty. J approached S and ended up buying the company. as of right now J has expanded the business. There are more than seventy people working there now. The customer base is huge.
I am not sure how the sale came about, but my guess is that the national company approached J and kept upping the price until J took the deal.
I am a little sad that the company will be gone, but I am glad that J is retiring in his early fifties after cashing in his chips. He certainly deserves it.
S hired me at a time when there were no jobs to be had and the company where I had been working closed with no notice. S saved my family and everything I have now came from those two men.
Took the afternoon off and went for a massage. Sitting at a desk all the time, I get muscle kinks and knots.
Oh my, did the therapist find those kinks and knots. Hard-working and thorough. By the end of it I was exhausted. Well-worth it. Don’t feel nearly as tight as I have been feeling. Will try to do it more frequently.
In other news, I was worried that an ice dam was building up on the edge of my roof. That can be serious, because it can block the run-off from the melt higher up on the roof, which then can back up under the shingles and into the attic.
We’ve been having gentle melt weather this week; just a few degrees above 0 C. Most of the dam seems to be gone, and what’s left will probably disappear in the next few days.
I’ve gotten that a couple of times in my 20 years in this place. I put up heat tape a few years ago and it seems to help. I only turn on when it seems like the conditions are right. We seem to be going into early mud season, but I’m expecting another round of snow.
I remember getting out on the roof with my dad to battle ice dam(n)s, and an ax and a hose with hot water were involved.
doggio You get salmon and wild brown rice, and he gets dry crunchy bits? No wonder he yeets your stuff off tables.
hippie Good for J to get out while the getting is good, and glad S hired you. 42 years at the same company is something to be proud of.
I have a result on my epoxy test, have a winning product. I hope a gallon will be enough. Off to sleep, I have too much work to do. But the museum has already given me a vectorworks license, and are sending me the yearly plan, even though I’m still in the PEP (provisional employment period? nobody seems to know what it really stands for) part of getting hired.
It was delivered yesterday, and has been washed and is ready for tomorrow. It’s a lot more colorful than my usual style, so this might be the only time I ever wear it, but I like it more than I expected to (and the color makes me think of shoe!). I also got a box-o-beads, which I’ll give the hostess for those who don’t bring their own.
