I worked all week on it. Hours and hours of preparation: sorting, stacking, cleaning, organizing, and then pricing decades worth of collected crap. I ran out of tables halfway through and had to drag the lawn furniture up front to set things on. The rain came in on Friday, the day before the sale, and we were afraid all was lost. But Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, with temps in the low seventies; it was perfect garage sale weather. At …Read the Rest
The Nordic Warrior Queen thinks I have OCD (like Cassie) but I’m really not like her. I like her, but I’m not like her. Really. Get it? Anyway, I collected all the stuff I’ve had published here and there over the past year and stuck it here: http://thinkingshitup.com/ Think of it as a scrapbook. Or as I like to say, a Kipbook.
I don’t get it. Motorcycles don’t have seatbelts, nor does the law require me to wear a helmet. Fine. Sometimes I don’t. Horses run at speeds that kill. No seatbelt required on Old Paint. And while I personally might have difficulty pedaling a bicycle up to lethal speeds, there are some steep hills around here and I could do some damage. Why no seatbelt? Go-Carts? Nope. Riding lawnmowers? Nope. Four-wheelers? Nope. So why then, when I drive my pickup truck down …Read the Rest
We had dinner at the in-laws on Saturday night. That homeless woman was there. She made three, count ‘em, three different kinds of lasagna. Two of them had broccoli, one had spinach together with some sort of legume, but none of them had mushrooms. What’s up with that? It was a very cool lasagna pan though, with three compartments to keep the different lasagnas separated. My concern would be this: what if you only have two lasagna recipes, what then? Maybe …Read the Rest
is up at 6S http://sixsentences.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-do-list.html
Maybe it’s just me, but I’m a little insulted at the presumptuous attitude of these people who spend millions of dollars each year, and waste unimaginable resources collating, publishing, and distributing these things. And then they have the nerve to leave them in the middle of my driveway, so I have to stop the car, get out, and chuck them in the recycling bin. I’m talking about the phone book. Every year, those busy beavers in Cary, North Carolina make over 500,000,000 of these things, …Read the Rest
We all have one. You know, the little jar you keep in your closet, the place where you throw all your loose change from your pants’ pockets at the end of the day, saving for a rainy day and all that. My change jar is one of those big plastic jobbies, the industrial-sized Pretzel King from Costco that once held enough pretzels to feed a Boy Scout troop. I’d been saving up for two years or so, and by …Read the Rest
I was cleaning out the closets this weekend and found an antique. It’s an IBM 8″ Diskette, capable of storing one megabyte of data. It’s 23 years old. By comparison to today’s standards, what’s amazing is that it was good for anything other than a drink coaster. My cell phone has 16,000 times as much storage capacity. And the external disk drive I used to store all my pictures and music on? The one I just replaced because it’s two years old and I can …Read the Rest
My wife will tell you that some home repairs shouldn’t wait. Really. And while I might have a reputation here in the Desert Southwest for procrastination, even I can see when it’s time to haul ass to the Home Depot for plumbing supplies. It started out as just another simple task on the honey-do list. Years ago, when the house was first built, the designers at Patio Pool, in their infinite pool design wisdom, installed plastic knobs on the outdoor sink. I suppose the design guy thought …Read the Rest
My kid went camping last night. I was kind of hoping he would like it so much that he’d consider doing it for the next six months until college graduation and moving day. There are some real nice campgrounds around here, and I’m sure he would be quite comfortable. But it sounds like that’s not going to happen. Who would take out the trash? Regardless, I had a pleasant evening chasing the Nordic Warrior Queen around the house naked for …Read the Rest