Today – while walking Socks, I noticed a bird that was hanging out on a fence. He gave me the eye. I reciprocated. Read more
I think that this is where all kinds of stuff goes.
Hello world,
I have been busy updating all kinds of things – behind the scenes – here on the website . . . and some things aren’t going quite as smoothly as I would like. So, please bear with the clutter and the whatnot – and – I’ll just keep on tinkering until everything gets back to where it is supposed to be.
Everything has a place . . . and every place should be filled with a thing.
Or something like that.
Thanks!
– The Management
[It seems that the Bumperpodcast and some links are the things that are mostly being affected right now – but – if you see anything else amiss – please let me know!]
FIREWORKS!!!
Did I tell you that I barely have much of a brain these days? I can’t remember if I did or not. I can’t remember a lot of stuff these days . . . Shoot – I just said that.
Blah – blah – blah.
A few weeks ago, the troop and I were wandering around the local outlet land – a land where we sometimes enjoy doing a bit of wandering – and then – we bought something. We bought a “micro-fiber” feather duster – because we are plagued with dust that only a “micro-fiber” feather duster can handle – and also because Emerson was enjoying playing with it.
Time went by and I couldn’t breathe and then I finally decided that I needed to dust. So, I went hunting for the duster. It wasn’t in the closet. It wasn’t hidden away in the house anywhere. It also wasn’t in the car . . . I couldn’t find it near of far. So, I gave up and forgot quickly about the entire affair.
Then another dusty week went by and I decided to redouble my efforts to find the missing duster. It would not be found. I sat down and traced the path of the duster in our lives and decided that we had made a purchase and then run out of the store without it. We had pulled the incredibly bold move of a reverse dine and dash – and it wasn’t sitting right with me.
I hatched a plan to get our duster back – and had eyes rolled at me in unison with a head shake and a sigh. I would simply call the store and ask if they had our duster. Sometimes the simple plans are the best kind.
When I called and explained the situation, I was immediately handed to a manager. I then re-relayed the whole chain of events to the manager – making sure to add that our states of mind were googly because of a lack of sleep – maybe because of our tiniest-of-members and his mind-breaking super powers of sleep depravation . . . She asked if we lived near – and when I said that we kind of didn’t (which is totally true), she offered to send a brand new one to us in the mail . . . A brand new “micro-fiber” feather duster?! Wow!
You may not care about this story – or the “micro-fiber” feather duster – but – I want you to really think about this situation. I called a store and explained a ridiculous scenario and then she packed up a delightful little treat that has made our lives exponentially better – and – also exponentially less dusty.
What did the store get in return? You may be thinking . . . Well, I’ll tell you what – they will get a bunch more of my dollars (when I have some to give them) – and they will get a signed and autographed photo of something – or another – if Socks ever gets those made.
Yay!
Howdy gang!
I wanted to give you a quick update – because – as I’m humongously positive that you are aware . . . there was no Snowflake today . . . and – it was bound to be a biggie – right?!
Well, I’ve been so – so – so busy working on the local railroad all of my live long days – to the point where – tonight – while about to go and start pecking away on the computer . . . My eyes actually decided that they had no interest in working properly anymore. It was a situation that went from mildly odd (it was like I was watching some deleted scenes from Fantasia), to annoying (the deleted scenes were being projected directly onto my cornea), to anxious city (the deleted scenes had subtitles in a language that I couldn’t read – and – there was going to be a mid-term test on the material tomorrow) and then to a freight train of a headache (the deleted scenes were staring the Bieber – or whoever).
I can’t stay – because of the whole eye thing – but, I have to tell you that there is some fantabulous stuff coming your way this week. A veritable bounty. A bevy. A bushell.
Last thing – last. I have to let you know that I did manage to finish my project that I was working on – under deadline – but – in order to do that . . . I actually had to wear sunglasses to dull the throbbing noggin – and to confuse the eyes into thinking that I wasn’t – still – making them stare at the computer.
And now?
I sleep.