Hi, friends!
I hope your Monday went well. Topic tonight is to share a recent accomplishment.
I’d been putting off changing out some wall art for some printed vacation photos. I had overthought the logistics of it – they’re over a tv. I thought I’d have to unplug and move the electronics to be able to hang things. Nope, turned out I could just put a chair in front of the tv and lean awkwardly over and hopefully not drop anything. Worked out fine!
This is an anti-accomplishment but the washing machine I had repaired gave up the ghost and we decided to get a new one. It was installed yesterday and we finally got a front loader. It’s much, much more efficient than the old top loader. I guess we’ll see about the durability.
That is annoying that you still had to replace it! Also it’s not like appliances ever break when it’s a convenient time.
Depending on the make and type of fabric softner, using fabric softner in a front end loader is a bad idea. For several years, mom and her super nose complained endlessly about how smelly my clothes from my front end loading washer were. I stopped using fabric softner after I spoke to an appliance salesman (when I was buying my new stove and fridge) about it. Turns out the fabric softer gums up the outside of the spinning drum and causes bad smells to accumulate on my clothes. After I stopped using fabric softner, my clothes smelled much better as the gunk got cleaned away.
Thanks. I personally don’t care how soft my clothes feel, but I’ll warn the others. I’ll see if I can fight the battle against overloading it too. Kids coming back from college want to throw a whole semester’s worth in at once, and of course that doesn’t actually get the clothes clean when it’s so full.
I survived a weekend of debauchery w/ my brother . I had to pick him up after midnight Friday & drive him to the airport at 430am this morning. Even between sleep deprivation we somehow drank lots of beer, got him to his favorite pot shop & ate enough Mexican food to keep him happy. We even finalized some plans for my parents joint funeral coming up which we have both been avoiding. He is still fighting w/ my sisters so it gets awkward trying to discuss shit with him. At least my Texas sister is not even coming which makes it easier. I’m hoping all the Hawaiian kids will break this feud.
For what it’s worth – my extended family is a dysfunctional white trash dumpster fire on both sides, but I’m really close to a few cousins where our parents’ generation fucking hated each other. And to be clear – with some of them I flat-out told my parents that when my cousins and I hang out we don’t talk about them or give a shit about their generation’s issues.
All of our kids get along, it is just my brother feeling that he got a raw deal in my parents sharing money before they died. My dad thought he would die with way more money than he did so helped my sisters buy houses & said we would get the cash leftover when they died. Then he got into day trading &. …I never counted on that money so don’t miss it & he has done fine too but he still can’t get over it.
Ahh yeah, disagreements over money are fucking tough to let go.
I survived my 30th Homecoming weekend. Lessons learned:
1. My liver hates me
2. My pancreas hates me
3. My entire digestive tract hates me
Thanks to all the horrible for my health but tasty student food and booze we had.
4. Time is the great equalizer
5. The people I kept in touch with are the people I cared the most about.
6. Some grudges can’t/won’t be undone. Someone I accidentally hit with a beer 30+ years ago still hates me (I deserved that even though I was aiming at someone else), but not as much as the guy who broke her heart (a friend of mine.)
7. I had an awesome time for that brief period. I feel kinda sad now.
8. My year alumni committee is a bunch of fucking idiots only concerned about their little clique which explains why the social events were a giant cluster fuck for the 30th year running (5, 10 and 20 were exactly the same). More entrenched bureaucracy and we can’t throw them out. I’m glad I crashed their event just like the others in past years.
9. This is the 10th anniversary of Cokehead Narcissist moving in with me and the first time I’m not pissed off or freaked out about it.
I’m getting visuals of a Canadian Grosse Point Blank? Glad you had fun. I’ve never been to any of my high school reunions & just found out one is happening when I am there for the funeral. I’m definitely not going, I see all the people I want to see when I go back. If I was single though, I would have a different take I am sure.
Hahahahaha. No one died except decency and the U of Waterloo Footbawl team.
I would have died from a heart attack after about 50 seconds.
“If I show up at your door chances are you did something to bring me there…”
“I complained about a leaking sun roof?”
I have to watch that again. It’s been a long time.
Well, I got that fancy stylus pen for my laptop after all, but I couldn’t get it to make one goddamn mark on my screen, so I just ended up buying a pack of Sharpies and drawing out what I wanted on paper for the business cards. And once I scanned everything in, removed the background, inserted it all into the template and played around with the color temperature and tone a bit . . . well, I’ll be damned if the fucker didn’t look like just what I’d wanted and had in mind all along. I went ahead last night and sent the file to a print shop I tend to drive by around here, for a quote (250 for $34.50) and a proof, and I’ll be picking up the things up tomorrow during an extended break in my workday.
I have a problem where my fingers don’t seem to register on a lot of touchscreens, no matter how I try to vary the pressure and contact spot on my fingertip. Maybe I’m joining the undead.
More than once, I have walked into the rest room at work and the motion sensor lights haven’t registered me and clicked on. Like I go into the stall, finish in the stall, walk to the sinks, wash my hands, walk to the air dryer, and then walk out of the bathroom without the motion sensor lights kicking on.
Every time I’m thinking mother fucker if I died and am now haunting the work bathroom, that’s just fucking cruel.
Hell, you’re at the right time of year for it.
We had a bit of a mess in our garden shed, thanks to mice. I’ve trapped and released a number of them, pulled everything out, and last night sprayed disinfectant in there to hopefully kill the smell and neutralize any viruses. Will spray it again at lunch, then let it air out, and then load everything back in.
Life lesson: don’t store bird food in a shed or garage. Seal it in a bin and keep it indoors.