Got to meet my nephew today! He's a very jovial little guy who put eeeeverything in his mouth (he's 9 months old). He has the brightest smile!
My wife and I hit that today. 9 hours all in. Big project was cleaning out my two refrigerators and three freezers. Complete purge and douche, all the way down to the compressor fans and gaskets. Like fucking toothbrush in the rails clean. Threw not a lot of stuff out because I'm pretty good at FIFO and cycling the frozen meat, but enough.
While i admire your stamina i feel this is more info than we needed and we definitely didn't need to know that and i haven't heard it called that before
I've been feeling ambitious ever since watching a bunch of Fringe Festival shows last month, so today I met up with one of my musical improv friends to talk about a project I've been dreaming 0f - writing and performing an original stage musical. It was only a first step, but an important one: she's the first person I've even talked with about this, and that alone made it feel more real possible. There would be a lot of work to do, but I'm feeling more and more like it's a project I want to tackle. I have a story in my head that has to come out, and I'm gonna tell it in song, dammit!
I have three dogs, three cats, live on a dirt road in semi-arid country with high winds. "Clean house" is a relative thing. I'm just happy to admire a freshly dusted surface for a nanosecond before dust in the air begins to settled back down.
Helpful. We rotated food at Subway, and that may have been the term, but I don't remember it from working while high at 17 in the 90's.
Also known as product rotation—you gotta make sure the older stuff is pulled to the front so it gets used first, and the new stuff needs to go behind it. If not for that, shipment would be a hell of a lot easier. You gotta pull everything down off the shelves and put it off to the side, then put the new stuff in, and then put the old stuff back. My back aches just from the memories. I was the shipment guy, and usually had to do it alone. I asked once why it was always me, and the manager told me it's because I checked the box on the application saying I was willing to lift 100 pound loads frequently if the job required it. Apparently I was the only one who did that.
I have next week off and I'm excited to rip up the carpet in my living room. My sister's going to help me put in laminate flooring. It's going to be a good time.
There's just concrete under it all. With a rockin' orange, beige, tan linoleum on top of that throughout the whole house. I'm pretty sure they just stuck some vinyl "tiles" over it on the kitchen. It's real cute. The carpet truly hides the life of the party.
A girl from my school told us at a reunion that she'd been caught by the swimming coach smoking, and was asked when she started, and she admitted to starting at 11. She was one of the bad girls though.
I live alone; for some years now. I have a barn cat, she tolerates me and I her. 'She has a absolutely no touch policy ; except when I feed her twice a day. Then a slight petting is allowed. Strangest thing though; me petting her feels like her petting me. A minute of contact means more than you would think.
The big argument is that banning vapes or banning flavors is that it’s all about protecting the children. Vapes were never meant for children. The flavors had nothing to do with children. There’s a whole cadre who feel the candy flavors, the baked goods flavors, the fruit flavors are only to entice children to vape so we can then hand them off to smoke cigarettes. I’ve run a vape store for ten years; after ten years in the business, I can assure you at the end of the day we have enough to do with our own kids. We’re not trying to get yours to vape. As for the flavors: there’s very little middle ground. People either want something as close to what they used to smoke as they can get, or something as far away as possible. We use the candy flavors because we like the candy flavors. We don’t get to a certain point in life and all of a sudden don’t like a flavor. I didn’t turn 25, and suddenly didn’t like strawberry anymore. I didn’t turn 30, and there goes chocolate, then comes 40 and there goes banana. The trick to using the vapes to get away from cigarettes is one, find a flavor you truly enjoy. If you don’t you may not be real inspired to keep with it and end up going back to smoking. And two, get the nicotine level right for you. Too much, and it can be physically uncomfortable. So much so that you give up and go back to smoking. Too little, you feel starved for nicotine and give up and go back to smoking. Over the years I’ve helped hundreds of people quit cigarettes, and most of them eventually give up vaping too. It’s the best way to lose a customer there is.
I think I'd like to be reborn as a barn cat, a tom. Ideally, one like the two or three that lived in the equestrian barn where my kids took riding lessons. Regular meals, occasional veterinary attention, only responsibilities being to lie around in the sun, nap a lot, catch and torment the occasional rodent, get petted by visitors or to sit up in the rafters, licking and scratching myself. I'm not sure if the veterinary regimen included neutering or if the tomcats were free to visit their distaff colleagues. But I think I'd be content either way.
Our barn cats have always been pretty content creatures. We did lose my favorite, Tibby, to a great horned owl. Tib started exploring too far from the barn, alas.
When my dad retired he and mom bought a small farmstead, complete with barn and barn cats. The cats were friendly from a distance. I have a photo of a trio of the cats standing outside the sliding glass door, with one of the farm dogs (who did have names) amid them, the dog waiting to come in, the cats waiting for the food dish to be filled. I think those cats lived a good life, and my parents and the grandkids gave them names, but I never was among them often enough to know who was who. I'm sure owls and coyotes and foxes made off with one from time to time.
