One Day At The Dentist Office

The lady's story goes something like this...


I was sitting in the waiting room for my appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS name tag, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then??

Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought.

This balding gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. Hmmm. . .or could he???

After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Centralia High School.

"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Tiger. SWAMP SWAMPTOWN!" he gleamed with pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked. He answered, "In 1978. Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely.

Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-blanket asked, "What did you teach?"

Can you say,

"Drill Crazing," "Dielectric Breakdown," and "Wicking?"


There. I knew you could.

Now say "Circumferential Cracking" and "Insufficient Annular Copper."


Good.

Just pausing to consider that I love my job and am very thankful for it.

Saying goodbye

Just back from the Vet's office.

Bosco laid down in the kitchen after dinner last night and didn't move from the spot till this morning when we carried him to the back of the family car.

He was just plain done. Low back/hips completely shutdown and incontinence had become the norm rather than the exception. Like a typical Lab he made nary a whimper or complaint, although I'm sure he was really uncomfortable for some time now.


Goodbye Bosco. You're one for the record books.

Italian Pregnancy

The triumph of pragmatism over principle? Like suspending the free market so you can save it? Ah well, it's a laugh. I needed a laugh today...

An 18 year old Italian girl tells her Mom that she has missed her cycle for 2 months. Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit. The test result shows that the girl is pregnant.
Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, 'Who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!'

The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later, a Ferrari stops in front of their house. A mature and distinguished man with grey hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of a Ferrari and enters the house.

He sits in the living room with the father, mother, and the girl and tells them: 'Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem.

I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge. I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life.

Additionally, if a girl is born, I will bequeath a Ferrari, 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beach-front villa, and a $2,000,000 bank account.

If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $4,000,000 bank account. If twins, they will rec eive a factory and $2,000,000 each.

However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?'

At this point, the father, who had remained silent holding a shot gun, places a hand firmly on the man's shoulder and tells him.

'You gonna try again.

Hitting Close(r) to Home

Got word last night of close friend at church possibly losing their house. Has some sort of hearing with bank today. His landscaping business has been hit hard in the downturn. I didn't realize how close to the line he was. He's not worn his problems on his sleeve, just buckled under and tried work it through.
He's heavily involved in leadership of the Spanish speaking meeting at our church. Our individual responsibilities at church have grown in different directions so the personal details were lost on me till just now.

4 young ones at home. Ungghhh.

Prayer...

Fan boys

Another one of those Saturday "We should be done by noon" projects that took till quitting time.


Picked a spot. Marked it. Cut an opening.

Pix of work in progress got all itsy bitsy in transfer from my phone for some reason. So, I can't show off all the blocking and strapping and fun with wiring.

There it is buttoned up. Works well. 4500 CFM clears the house out nicely.

Sounds like a B-17 in the run-up area getting ready to launch.

Tomatoed out

Remember that pile of tomatoes in the sink this morning?

Finally after some afternoon veggie prep at the sink, cooking and straining skins, followed by hours of boiling down to reduce to sauce and 35 minutes of boiling in canning pot...

We come to this at nearly midnight...


3 pints of finished sauce for the cupboard and a partial pint for the fridge. Wow. Sort of like a parable of my paycheck after the .gov is finished with it. /heh

We'll check back in the morning to see how they sealed.

In case you're wondering; no I won't rush to make sauce again. I'll stick to whole tomatoes, salsa and juice. This just takes too much time and heat to reduce to sauce. I'll stock up on sauce cans when it's on sale for rainy stash (earthquake, fires, cash crunch) and enjoy the garden tomatoes other ways.