On turning over a new leaf

Last night when I got home and it was near Zero degrees that I would do some housework (vacuuming/laundry) in order to stay busy and warm.

It was during this odd episode that I learned three things:

1) At some point the light bulb at the top of the stairs shattered. Explains why there was glass in the carpet.
2) I only had six beers last night.
3) I dream funny when I'm allowed to sleep for sleep and not to sleep something off.

When I finally got out of bed at seven this morning after tossing and turning for about 45 minutes I started thinking about maybe curtailing the libations so that I could get better sleep, which would mean I could wake up refreshed, which would mean that I could get more productive stuff done (because I came to work earlier I was able to miss Owen Bennett Jones on BBC America- I'll take that as a plus).
After much pondering I decided one thing:

I have to put a new bulb in the light at the top of the stairs.


In other news- I spoke to Janey-Janey-Fo-Fanie yesterday, and she said that where her boyfriend in Ottawa lives it was 15deg below.
F that man. Remember Woody Guthrie's ribbon highway? Take that sonovabitch somewhere south!

I'm not waiting on a lady...

And I'm sure not waiting on a friend.

I'm waiting to get a TOC so I can set up a book and do some more printing tomorrow.

There goes getting Sunday off.

Thanks.

In other news, now that I have time:

Remember that cool goatee I had?

Gone.

I was blowing on the coals in the stove to get 'em cooking, and one of the pieces of redwood popped into the hair on my chinny-chin-chin and got it to going.

I first swatted at it with my hand, but resorted to dunking my chin in the water bucket next to the stove to put it out.

Ouch.

In front of the mirror I tried to trim it even, but to no avail. It burned from the middle to the left, so off it came.

Maybe that's my New year's resolution. Not to shave and see how long I can get it.

I'm not sure about the hat and the curly side-burns.

It's almost over

I might get Sunday off!!!

Holy-shmolly

UL 74

UK 70

It sounded on the radio like a foul-fest, which means the teams weren't allowed to play like the ACC thugs do.

I do wish that the Cards and the Cats were in the same conference so that they could play each other again during the season.

An interresting thought

Now, I realize that with the cheap pieces of crap that come from China these days and time restraints that this isn't always possible, but doing for yourself has its merrits and gives a feeling of pride.

I saw this on a website a while back, but I saw it today in the folder and it got me to thinking after talking to a bunch of people in my family.