More snow is in our forecast starting today for 2 days. We’re currently in the 6″-8″ zone, but “totals will shift/change as we draw closer,” per my favorite weatherman. Have I mentioned that I’m SICK of winter? Yup, my much loved snow has worn out its welcome around here. It’s time for the white kind of precipitation to move on north.
Do you ever feel impish? And then act on it?
Perry’s been sick for a week (feels like 3 months) and he went back to work yesterday. If Perry has a hangnail, he’s so sick he thinks he might die. I can look at him and say, “you don’t look like you feel well,” and his voice immediately takes on a whining tone and he’s off to bed. He’s also the least likely person to say anything that would hurt the feelings of another. As I was waiting on my laundry to dry so I could fold and put it away, a thought struck me that involved poor Perry.
I took a selfie and let AI do a bit of editing, then started the following text exchange…
Me: Welp, I screwed up I think. Perry: How so? Me: Sends photo (photo on the left below). Perry: **loooong pause** Me: No words, right? Perry: You have bangs.
He didn’t say it definitely WAS a huge mistake — or even that I look like a big turd.
I followed-up his generic response by sending him the real photo (photo on the right above). His reply came immediately, “I’m so kicking your butt.“
The moral of this story is that it’s sometimes ok to act on impish thoughts. We both had a good laugh and I now know that bangs are no longer an option.
But going gray? Hmmmm…
Now you know: You can’t legally buy Jack Daniel’s whiskey in the town where the Jack Daniel’s distillery is located. Lynchburg, TN is located in Moore County. It’s a “dry county” so it’s legal to distill alcohol, just not legal to sell it.
It’s rained here all day. This evening, the thunder and lightning was no different than a spring storm — with the exception that it’s just 43°. Close to midnight, it’s still storming and Hugo is scared. I wonder if some of his time before he found us was spent outside in bad weather.
Poor lil’ fella has cried ever since the thunder started.
Ben felt so sorry for him that he crawled in the dog bed with him.
Neither of them appreciated me taking a photo and interrupting the conversation they were having about how thunder isn’t anything to worry about…
Wintery mix is next, but at least the thunder will dissipate.
The thunderstorm won’t be around much longer says weather.com. It will be leaving just in time for the wintery mix to hit while we watch for “significant flooding.” Sheesh! It’s predicted we’re to get another inch of snow on top of whatever ice decides to stick around.
For the record, the cold season in Indiana lasts for 3.1 months — from December 1 to March 5 — and the coldest month of the year is January. That means we’re already on the other side of this winter and spring can’t come soon enough for me.
Now you know: Thomas Jefferson wrote his own epitaph listing three accomplishments. Being 3rd President wasn’t one of them. This is his epitaph: Here was buried Thomas Jefferson Author of the Declaration of American Independence of the Statute of Virginia for religious freedom & Father of the University of Virginia. (Inventor of the swivel chair would’ve been my top notation if I were him.) 🙂
I read yesterday that the Indiana State Board of Animal Health confirmed the detection of bird flu at Rose Acre Farms’ birds at Cort Acres. 2.8 million egg laying hens had to be killed to prevent the spread. Testing close to this farm continues where the outbreak was found.
Eggs are already so expensive…
Troy Wesner, CEO of Rose Acre Farms, said that bird flu stretches coast to coast and some 30 million birds have had to be destroyed in the US just since October because of it. Of course, it brings me back to the idea of raising my own chickens here at the barndo.
The holdup for me is coop placement. It’s not like I want a chicken coop in the front yard, and near the pool isn’t a great option either. That leaves the side yard in back that’s the hardest to access since there’s no door that leads there, and there’s no yard gate or deck steps to get there either.
Katie said she’d help!
Me: It’s a good excuse for you to move back, right? My decrepit aunt needs eggs so I have to take care of her chickens. Katie: That is a very good excuse! And it saves me from spending money on them down here! Me: Problem solved. Katie: How much are eggs up there anyways? Can I pitch a tent and sleep in it with my dogs in the yard? Me: Great value brand is $5.66 for a dozen today at Walmart. And yes, you may.
And that’s how a new business forms, you guys.
And there’s your proof that I’m a problem solver. Sadly, we need a flock of at least 12 to satisfy our needs and also the requirements of those pesky neighbors.
Now you know: In 1896, a study found that 90% of all commercial ketchups contained “injurious ingredients” that could lead to death. So “at a time when no one else cared” Henry Heinz was obsessed with making products as pure as possible. His see-through bottles were a design statement: purity through transparency.
A few days ago I cut just over 4″ off the back of my hair and about 2.5 inches from the front. I thought it made a pretty darned big difference, but not a single person has said one thing about it.
I’m pretty sure I’m invisible.
I’m obviously not a ghost as they can’t be seen in mirrors because mirrors only reflect the physical world. Right?
Do I look like a McKain or a Wilson?
I’ve always been told by others that I look like the McKain side of the family. It’s likely because of my dark eyes, hair and complexion. Mom was blonde (she’s still about 10% blonde and 90% gray), has fair skin and light colored eyes (gray? blue?). But Mom’s side of the family disagreed.
They often called me “Stella,” saying I looked just like her. Stella was the sister of my Mom’s Mom — my Nanny. (Of Nanny’s siblings, Opal was the oldest, then Stella, Nanny was the middle sister, then Lois, and finally Kak.) While I’m sure I’ve seen photos of Stella before now, I guess I never really paid much attention to them. Yesterday, a photo was shared on FB from the Crothersville Alumni Banquet of 1938. I sent it to Mom because she likes looking at those type things and she asked if I recognized Stella. Nope. I didn’t.
In the front row, just to the right of the candle, is Palmer Kovener and his wife, Stella Wilson, the great aunt of my brother and me.
I’m not sure which side of my family I look like — I think I’m simply invisible. 😉
Now you know: In the USA, there can be 450 insect parts and nine rodent hairs in every 16 oz. box of spaghetti. 🤢
I had a text conversation with Katie about someone we both know that included photos she’d grabbed from FB. The first one was shared by this person a week ago, and the other within the past 24-hours. They didn’t even look like the same person!
Now this chick is mid-50’s and she’s very pretty — great eyes and blinding white teeth. In the first one, she looked GREAT. In the followup photo she looked plastic.
AI photo filters sometimes make you nearly unrecognizable.
Katie’s home for the weekend, and today I took a couple photos of us together. Here’s one of them…
When I took the photos, I’d forgotten about the conversation. But when I went to send her a copy, I saw where we were talking about photo filters and couldn’t help myself. I used PhotoShop to reduce both our ages. It gave Katie more hair and smoothed out my mop — and even tried to get rid of my wrinkles…
Katie’s response when I sent them to her was, “that don’t look like me!”
Real is better than fake!
I’m not a fan of fake eyebrows drawn on and I’m not a fan of eyelashes that look like caterpillars. But I am a fan of people doing whatever it is they like and what makes them feel like they look their best. I’m good with pink hair if that’s what you want and I don’t deny that I color my locks.
But I’m not gonna lie — I hate photo filters that change the way people REALLY look. I’m sticking with the me that has wrinkles and messy hair. 🙂
Now you know: Coca-Cola is currently flavored with de-cocainized coca leaves.
