Yeah, I'm back

Compter took a snooze.  Can you believe as I sat back on the couch, grabbing the laptop so I could check outs the latest online shmooz, I stepped on the cord and ripped the wires from the do-dad that connects into the computer.  No way to fix that and....only $89.00 to replace it.  Spend it like ya got it.....  I have that one down.  

So what's the haps, as my brudda says.  Can't say that anything too exciting happened this week.  I go sick.  Tuesday evening I went home with a head congested like all get out.  It just boom...happened.  Dripping nose, runny eyes, headache.  I discovered that Coricedin Nighttime is a miracle drug.  5 minutes after taking a full dose, my head was clear, and I ate dinner.  Then I crashed.  But I felt pretty good when I headed out the door at 6 am to deliver mass email to our congregation ~ Lenten Devotions.  We don't have an automated scheduler, so I have to push the button on 10 deliveries every weekday through Lent.  So far we are having good response to it, so its worth the extra it takes to deliver...if you know what I mean.  Anyway, after sending the Emails and attending services at 7:00 am I headed for home, dosed myself up, and slept for 1 and a half hours.  Then I went back to work....Not to bad for an ol' scooter.  After blowing my nose this am, I think I am as near normal as I can be {no comments}.

So yeah that was the highlight of my week.  Healed.  

Makes me want to go sit on The Dock.   muuuuahahahahahahaha

Here taco, taco, taco.....here taco. c'mon bud!

"Taco"  that's what we call stray dogs here in SoCal.  

I really am not stealing the "b's" blog, (i would like to her blog, but i can't find her article...sorry b-bert.) but I just HAVE to tell you about TACO Soup.  Geez, Louis....you can not beat taco soup.  it is fast, it is easy, and it is soooooooooooooo good in the bell-leeeeee.    but she is not goofing around when she tells you about the delisiosity of taco soup.  and its made from canned foods~~~its even easier than frozen!  the secret to the recipe...the package of ranch style dressing thrown in for good measure.  

today we did taco soup for lunch at work.  i would venture to say we ate about 1.5 gallons of the stuff.  and then we had it again for dinner tonight...and mikey liked it.  that right there tells you this is some good eatin'.  

well it is friday nite....after what felt like a long short weekend.  starting to wind up at work again......we have a holiday season coming.  right after Fat Tuesday its  Ash Wednesday (this coming Wednesday).  The beginning of Lent.  Six weeks til' Easter.  Time to think about what Easter is all about.  GRACE - God's Redemption at Christ's Expense.  A price was paid.  And we are free from the sin of it all ~ reconciled to our Holy Father.  Thank you, Jesus!

It's a Wacked-out World

A long time ago and far away in my mind the lady next door used to come over to borrow mom's "wackum (wack-um) cleaner".  She was from Germany and doing her best to drop the fv (fou-vey) from her English.  So even if VACUUM was spelled with a V, she refused to say it with an "f" and consequently brought in the "w" sound.  there ya go....German to go in 3 minutes or less.

I have this love-hate relationship with vacuum cleaners.  And no, it has nothing to do with getting hickies.  Vacuum cleaners cost a lot of money.  Big bucks.  And when they wear out, you have to have another, so then there are more big bucks out the window.  In 30 years I have owned about 5 wackums.  My first one, I loved to death. A Hoover canister.  With a beater brush.  Lasted for about 15 years.  Dad liked it so much he bought mom one.  Theirs sucked...but not like mine.  Mine was a dandy.  Eventually, though, it went the way of all suckless wackums and was delivered DOA to the local dump.  Mind you, before they can be taken to the dump, I HAVE TO take them apart, replace belts, find clogs, re-build...the whole gammet of re-do.  I just can not take it to the dump knowing there is the slightest possibility that it just might work....

This weekend....4 hours on a wackum.  I found the clog.  

This is my second bagless vacuum.  I hate them.  It is not natural to have to pull out the air-compressor to blow out the crap in the filters on these puppies.  But ya gotta do what ya gotta do, right?  It didn't fix my problem.  I knew the next step was to unscrew every screw in the machine to find the clog.  

On my way back in to the house from the garage, a wee voice in my head said, "Be sure to unplug it before you begin the surgery."  Now, I have been known to ignore the voices in the past and I have done some stupid things that have caused things to break or me to get hurt.  Not this time.  I pulled the plug as I went by, picked up the vacuum cleaner and sat down on the floor.  As I flipped it over in my lap, the stupid thing turned on.  CRAP!  "Okay," I said to myself.  "Okay, that must be the left over juice appliances have when they are unplugged.  Its gone.  And it is okay to continue to work on it."  Now I knew I was lying to myself...appliances do not retain left over juices when you unplug them.  (TV's do, but that is because of the picture tube...and  yes, you can get killed messing with TV's even after they have been unplugged.)  But I was satisfied with the lie I told myself.  I bought it.  And as I flipped it over again in my lapped, the danged thing came on AGAIN.  Okay.  I looked back over to where I had unplugged it...."it" was actually a pair of clippers that I had been using earlier and yes they were unplugged.  I followed the cord from the wackum to the outlet it was plugged into and yes it was plugged in.  DUH.  

Not only am I lucky to say, I am HAPPY, no, ELATED to say I didn't get my fingers stuck in the wackum.  And I don't care if you think I am stupid for sharing such a stupid story.  At least I have all my fingers entact.

And I did find the clog, removed it, and the happy wackum is back at it.

YAY.

buenos noches.  (that does not mean good nacho's)  

Unbaweavable

Well let's see.  I have been officially retired 12 days ~ 13 by the time you read this.  Now I haven't worked "there" since 09/30/08.  That is more than 90 days.  And I am a permanent fixture at my new job.

So really there is no sweat in this a'tall.

But I just had to share this with you.  

Before I left, I heard when they told my boss to make arrangements w/ the Board of Supervisors for 30 year commendation.  She did.  Hopped right on it and a couple of weeks later popped me an email explaining they could not commendate until after the 30 years....  Duh.  I knew that.  I could have, but chose not to say anything about it all to her in order to allow her an opporturnity to "learn something".  Its nice to learn something in 20 years......   

So then this past week or so, my 30 years officially ended and I got an email inviting me to choose the date I would like to appear at the BOS and it was confirmed. 

Today.  New Email...pick a new date, please;  Seems as if someone didn't get their stuff together and arrangements were not made to go one  the 24th.  

So it is March 3.  Same time, Same place.  Mark your calendars.

P.S  There just maybe be a moon.

:)

What a Weird Way

to end it.  Final pay check.  Done.  No more.  Nada.  30.3 years paid.  I opened the envelope as I headed out to my "new job".  Hmmmmph.

And the 24th...well I will be receiving a commendation for 30 years from the KC Board of Supervisors.  Watch it here:  http://www.co.kern.ca.us/gsd/kgov/kgov-live.asp 

at 9:00 Tuesday am. I don't know what time exactly but I have to be there at 9:00 am.

So. come and watch. it will be fun. i promise there will be no moons.

Done.

Birds of a feather

Once upon a time the masters of the house decided to put in a fish pond.  Once it was set in place and full of water they put a variety of gold fish and koi in to make their home.  The pond prospered through the spring and summer and then into the winter.  Then the water turned black.  It would not regenerate itself but from time to time a fish would rise up to the surface to check out the scene.  Over time this became more of a rarity and the masters began to wonder seriously if there were any more fish left in the pond.

A daughter of the house began speaking of this big white bird that would come every morning and perch itself on the roof of the house outside of her bedroom window.  She would wake up to find this big white bird "staring into her window~~watching her".  She claimed this bird gave her the creeps and she would hunker down under her covers and wait for the bird to leave.  She claimed the same white bird was showing up on campus  (college campus, mind you) later in the day and would follow her from class to class.

When she began telling her Mama' of this, her mother poopoo'd the story and reminded the daughter that these big white birds, White Egrets, were all over town, but lived on the campus in the sanctuary there.  Try as she might however,  she couldn't come up with a good reason as to why any one of these birds would perch on the roof for any length of time until.....well....later it was discovered.....There were no fish in the pond.  

The Egret Ate 'Em.  

Queen of Sheba ~ The Trilogy Ends

Here's to the Queen of Sheba

Who was nothing more than an amoeba.

She walked like a dog and ate like a hog

all in front of her Toshiba.

thank you for helping w/ the last line.  i would have never thought to look on the net for a "rhyming dictionary".  

Check it out..... Rhymzone

That's absurd.  but...it worked.  thank you.