At the end of all of our staff meetings, we do a "For the Good of the Group" thing where everyone tells the group something positive that's going on in their life.
At our last meeting two weeks ago mine was: I'm happy it rained. Really. That's all I could think of...pretty sad.
I'm already thinking about what I'll say tomorrow & I'm happy to report that not only do I have something better than rain to talk about, but I'll need to whittle it down.
1. I'm a crocheter, not a knitter. This weekend I decided I was going to become a knitter. So I started on a dishcloth & can't seem to put it down. I'm having so much fun--and I'm so impressed I was able to pick it up fairly easily. I even contemplated getting up earlier in the morning so I'd have more time to knit before having to leave for work. If only it were like that with my thesis...
2. Speaking of my thesis, I finished a very rough draft of my Results section. I still have many edits to do, but the only section I have left is the Discussion. Yes!
3. My bro got engaged! Woo! So excited for a sister-in-law & niece!
4. I started selling AVON. It's been so much fun. I had four sales for Campaign 16...which I thought was pretty good until I heard someone at the erepresentative meeting I went to last night talk about having 50 sales. I don't care...I'm pretty proud of my four sales. :o)
5. My friend finds out the sex of her baby on Friday...SUPER excited! I live vicariously through others.
Until next time...
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Well, I'ma workin' on it!
A friend of mine blogged a while ago about how she divides chores between her & her husband and does them during the week so that she can have the weekends to herself.
Wonderful idea so I thought I'd try it out! I even went so far as to create a "Home Organizer" binder with all kinds of sections and worksheets and stuff. Bleh. Useless if you don't keep up with it--kind of like budgeting. It definitely did help to write down the chores & days & who is to do what.
It really did help for a while...that is, until I fell off the wagon. I need to post the duties somewhere where I can see them & be reminded of what I need to do.
The only thing I'd say is a bummer with this system is that we never have the whole house clean at the same time. One thing gets clean but then it's dirty by the next week while something else is still clean.
I suppose it's better than having a whole house that's dirty!!
Wonderful idea so I thought I'd try it out! I even went so far as to create a "Home Organizer" binder with all kinds of sections and worksheets and stuff. Bleh. Useless if you don't keep up with it--kind of like budgeting. It definitely did help to write down the chores & days & who is to do what.
It really did help for a while...that is, until I fell off the wagon. I need to post the duties somewhere where I can see them & be reminded of what I need to do.
The only thing I'd say is a bummer with this system is that we never have the whole house clean at the same time. One thing gets clean but then it's dirty by the next week while something else is still clean.
I suppose it's better than having a whole house that's dirty!!
"In Italy..." Part 3
"There were several B24 parts that could not be ordered from the supply house. One that I remember was an arm about 4 inches long that operated a light which indicated landing gear position. I bet I made at least several hundred of these. Each plane only had three, but I think all of the mechanics carried them in their pockets.
Another often made part was a short cable with turnbuckles that the crew chiefs wanted. They could use these to splice a cable in midair (after being shot up), so the plane could make it home.
Many ideas were thought of and developed that would help get the job done. One of the most important was an electric bomb hoist used to load bombs, rather than having to crank them by hand.
After we were there about a year, one of the officers down at the bomb group was walking guard and came upon an Italian in the process of stealing clothes. He yelled, "Halt", twice and then shot over the Italian's head--or said he tried to shoot over his head--but he hit him square in the back of the head. After this happened, there came an order down that anyone who shot a native Italian had to leave and be shipped to another outfit. That was all right with us. Most of us had enough time in to get rotated home anyway.
One night while walking guard, I noticed the guard before me had been walking around the camp to the left. I reversed it and went around to the right. Sure enough, here came about four Italians out of the supply tent. I yelled, "Halt", then I yelled again and cocked the gun. Next I shot as near correct as possible--then again and again--each time the one I had aimed at would fall, then at the next shot, the one that fell would get up again. This continued until all shells were gone. Then came all our officers to see what I was doing. One officer still had his pistol wrapped up. He couldn't have shot it, if his life depended on it. I asked him to explain its usefulness, which he couldn't.
It was soon breakfast time. They relieved me from guard duty so I could eat. By the time I got to the mess hall, the story had already beat me there. Everybody was warned not to mess with those guys from the Blue Ridge Mountains! I did shoot the bags of clothes out of their hands without hitting any of them, but I didn't get to go home because of it. Anyway the whole outfit knew that I would shoot if needed. They did not have to announce it. My commanding officer came around and said, "he would not change a thing. We put the fear in the Italians without killing anyone, and the C.O. does not have to write a report."
To be continued...
Another often made part was a short cable with turnbuckles that the crew chiefs wanted. They could use these to splice a cable in midair (after being shot up), so the plane could make it home.
Many ideas were thought of and developed that would help get the job done. One of the most important was an electric bomb hoist used to load bombs, rather than having to crank them by hand.
After we were there about a year, one of the officers down at the bomb group was walking guard and came upon an Italian in the process of stealing clothes. He yelled, "Halt", twice and then shot over the Italian's head--or said he tried to shoot over his head--but he hit him square in the back of the head. After this happened, there came an order down that anyone who shot a native Italian had to leave and be shipped to another outfit. That was all right with us. Most of us had enough time in to get rotated home anyway.
One night while walking guard, I noticed the guard before me had been walking around the camp to the left. I reversed it and went around to the right. Sure enough, here came about four Italians out of the supply tent. I yelled, "Halt", then I yelled again and cocked the gun. Next I shot as near correct as possible--then again and again--each time the one I had aimed at would fall, then at the next shot, the one that fell would get up again. This continued until all shells were gone. Then came all our officers to see what I was doing. One officer still had his pistol wrapped up. He couldn't have shot it, if his life depended on it. I asked him to explain its usefulness, which he couldn't.
It was soon breakfast time. They relieved me from guard duty so I could eat. By the time I got to the mess hall, the story had already beat me there. Everybody was warned not to mess with those guys from the Blue Ridge Mountains! I did shoot the bags of clothes out of their hands without hitting any of them, but I didn't get to go home because of it. Anyway the whole outfit knew that I would shoot if needed. They did not have to announce it. My commanding officer came around and said, "he would not change a thing. We put the fear in the Italians without killing anyone, and the C.O. does not have to write a report."
To be continued...
Mystery of the Painful Hip
I had my follow-up appointment on Friday for my hip MRI. Turns out I have a labral tear.
Solution: surgery. I have decided, however, not to get surgery and instead deal with the pain until it's no longer bearable. Really, at this point, it's not impacting my day to day activities anyway. Well, as long as you don't count adjusting how I sit on the couch or how I sleep a day to day activity.
Conclusion: I will never snowboard again. :oD
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Conclusion: I will never snowboard again. :oD
Saturday, July 24, 2010
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