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|Friday, December 5th, 2003|
It's Friday and much work has been accomplished in the last 3 weeks. How about that beer?
Not only that, but the radio station is playing 80's (new-wave) christmas music and I like that.
AND, it's lunch time.
Hope you all are doing well!
|Friday, November 7th, 2003|
I think that the Walmart greeters should not be allowed to offer little kids free cookies without getting permission from the parent.
I think that my wife was correct to jump between the suger-pusher and my son and do her "mother polar bear" impression.cross-posted to i_think_that
|Monday, October 27th, 2003|
|I made an old man laugh.
Friday after work I went to the grocery store and while waiting for the counter help to cut the cheese, I joked around with the butcher.
It went something like this;Me - while balancing a pumpkin on my head
So what's new?Butcher
Don't play with your food!Me - moving the pumpkin to my groinal area and giving it a few good humps
Huh?Old man - standing near by
Giggles like a little girl.
|Friday, October 17th, 2003|
You all invited to Vulture Fest 2003, this Saturday and Sunday in downtown Makanda, IL.
BYOB, Perfect weather, Jackhead plays at 2:30, Woodbox Gang at 6pm.
|Tuesday, September 16th, 2003|
We have a new puppy!
She is white with black spots and dots, and her name is Daisy. We have had her about a week and she was about 12 weeks old. So far she seems to be doing OK with the house training, but of course she peeed and pooed in several locations around the house. Also she managed to find where the cats have hidden their prey, and came out with one-half a chipmonk (dried and long time dead).
The cats have gotten used to her, at first the older cat backed her down, the younger one hide on the roof for 2 days. Now they allow the pup within about 2 feet before running away.
I'll try to get a photo posted for you all
|Monday, August 18th, 2003|
Well I did not manage to comment nor to post last week, so here is the latest.
Of course I got to do virus removal on several machines, first the people I work for, then the secretaries, then others who needed help. My boss will "let" me help these other people, but I have to keep a log such that he knows how much time I am spending, and someday he might use it for something??? There is someone hired to do that job for the entire college, but of course he was swamped.
I got yet another load of firewood on Wednesday, the high was only 78 F and it was overcast, so I did pretty well loading. I think the heat is the real limiting factor at this point. Sorry to hear of all the folks in the UK are getting our normal weather, and we yours, but I'm sure things will get back to normal sooner or later. Yes 78 F is comfortable, even good working weather. Our AC at home is set to 85 F, just because we are to cheap to spend the cash on electricity, so that tells you what we are accustomed to.
The garden is very dry, the sweet corn was pretty much a bust, as the raccoons ate most of it, or at least pulled it down and ate enough to make you not want to finish it. When I lived in Peoria, this guy took me coon hunting one night. Let's see, we left about 10 pm with these dogs, followed them most of the evening, in the dark in the woods, with guns, then hours later the dogs treed a coon, we find the dogs, look in the tree for the coon, and shoot it dead. I thought what a waste, very very mean. But now I start to understand the damage they do and why that little tradition exists.
Saturday was the Tomato Fertility Rites at Roger the Bass Player's house. He threw a good party with lots of food, beer, 'ta-kill-ya' and misc. other treats. There was lots of folk and bluegrass music as well as some Irish stuff and some slam-grass. It was good to see a bunch of young "kids" playing Irish and Bluegrass, as some of the older pickers are getting - well old. And of course the crowning of the king and queen. As tradition has it, the royalty may sleep with whomever they want during their year as king/queen. Also the king has to buy the beer for the party next year, and the queen pays for the porta-potty and makes the costumes. The shrine was beautifully done and it was pronounced a good year for tomatoes.
Well today I cleaned my office and made a list of things to do, posting to my journal wasn't on it. But so what?
|Thursday, August 7th, 2003|
|Wednesday, August 6th, 2003|
As I left for work this morning I see an ( IDOTCollapse )
crew setting up, and they have chainsaws and are wearing those cool orange kevlar chaps. Since we have many dead trees along the roadway from the various droughts, I knew what they were up to. And since Karen was leaving at the same time and saw them as well, there was no way to get out of it.
So they felled the tree, cut it up into firebox sized logs, and said, "don't wait too long, it will disappear."
I got the wood into my truck and I'm only an hour late for work.
|Tuesday, July 29th, 2003|
|Friday, July 25th, 2003|
I would like to see me updates on the live journal concerning this matter. Current mood: Head achy and hungry. Listening to: Growling stomach.
At 07:50 AM 7/24/2003 -0500, you wrote:
Yes the sentence structure was meant to confuse you.
At 05:36 PM 7/23/2003 -0500, you wrote:
I am confused.
There is a lack of punctuation in this sentence. You mean to imply (as Brad did) that I have big one but it is stuck in my arse and it belongs to somebody else? Har har har! Works sux.
At 10:25 AM 7/22/2003 -0500, you wrote:
You have a package in ag 176, a big one (the package).
|Thursday, July 24th, 2003|
|Everyone agrees, it's a nice day
Well I got out of my windowless office and walked to lunch, nice weather we're having.
I should be outside cutting firewood or something, you know firewood burns better when it's cut in hot weather. Not sure why that would be true, except that nobody cuts firewood when it's hot out, so there is plenty to choose from.
Good deed for the day (Wednesday) I entered 31 pages of data for someone after lunch. I told him he had to proof it himself. There were 3 experiments, 1 cucumber and 2 squash. I was listening to the radio and it was a mix of bluegrass, funky jazz and salsa, which made my fingers fly. As quiting time approached I thought there was yet another experiment of data, but no, the 4th one is pumpkins, and they are not harvested yet. Hey I did it. Got it all done.
This afternoon I will help a grad student with his statistics. I think I'll need a cup of coffee to get the brain going, bluegrass is not going to help when deep thought is required.
Hope the weather is good for you too
|Monday, July 21st, 2003|
|What I missed.
Good deed for the day (Saturday); I was driving home from work about noon, and mind you I don't normally work on Saturday, so just being there was a a wonder, when I see two men hitch-hiking. I was without the wife and kid, so I stopped to give them a ride.
Here is a brief description; The old guy was Steve, he had wavy white hair that was long enough that it formed 2 inch curls on the top of his head, I'm talking about big wavy hair. My hair is like that when it get longer, though not so pure white. He had deep blue eyes and his face was red as if he had been in the sun too much. Probably Irish, he looked harmless. The younger guy was maybe 30 years old an had long straight hair and a tall forehead, perhaps a receding hair line, he didn't speak much and I don't recall his name. He was the type that looked like he could be influenced to do something dangerous.
They were heading south, as I was, but they were going about 2000 miles further than I (Key West FLA). It was going home for Steve. I was only going about 10 miles, but as I said "maybe if you get a little ways' out-of-town you might get a ride easier." The young one agreed, and said, "I was just telling Steve that, ya' know it ain't 1970 no more." Steve didn't seem to like the thought that people would not pick-up hitch-hikers like they would in the '70s, and changed the subject.
We talked about the bluegrass music on the radio, and how Steve had played guitar for 30 years, had met the person who wrote that song (just breifly) - Country Joe somebody - who played at Woodstock. They offered me gas money, no thanks, cigarettes, no thanks, are you sure you can't use a few bucks for gas, no I had to come this'a way anyways. I thought maybe they were probing to see if I was sitting on a load of cash, then deciding if I would be a good mark. That thought passed and we talked about the weather, "that rain yesterday sure greened-up everything." "And cooled it right down too, yesterday was sure a scorcher."
Somehow we got back to the difficulties of modern day hich-hiking, and I related how I pickup hitchers on my way to Murphy, as that was the county seat, I always know where they are going, to see their probation officer. Steve said, "neither of us is in that situation." Then he told how he got a 10 year sentence for Missouri ditch weed, and it took him 18 years to finish it. (not a model prisoner I guess). And he told me that the young guy has only been out for 1 day (served a year), and he met him on the bus yesterday (that would be the bus ride from the prison).
So I said, "Congratulations and welcome back!" my standard line for all the ex-cons I meet. The young guy looked at me kinda shocked, and I think Steve almost started to cry. They both said thanks and that they really appreciated it.
The ride was almost over so I asked if they wouldn't maybe do better for rides on the interstate? Steve just shook his head no, they had no idea what road to take, they just knew they were going south. So I explained how to get to the interstate, but admitted I did know which way would be better, but that the interstate goes to Nashville TN, and Steve reiterated how he had been playing guitar for 30, years, showed me the calluoses on his finger tips, and said, "I'll do fine in Nashville." Then as he looked at the big yellow water tower with the smiley face painted on it, he said, "I knew the Lord would bless us, everything is so new to us, we ain't been out but 1 day, we ain't heard no babies cry or nothing."
Good bye and good luc
|Friday, July 18th, 2003|
|My first update
Well this has to be the event of all events, the beginning of my LJ. Let's just hope it is not also the end. Just think of all the things I need to do, like make layout, get some photos, think of something to write about and go get some comments.
I have been reading random questions and a few other communities for some time now, and just yesterday RQ would not let me reply as anonymous, so I decided to get an ID.
We had a really nice rain storm today, it should be good for the garden, but it kept me out-of-the-field today, which means the work I should have done Thursday, that I planned on doing Friday will need to be done on Saturday. Current Mood: contemplative