I'm not the storyteller my Dad was, and I'm not the writer my Mom is. So, unless something really interesting happens, this blog is moribund.
TTFN
The seven types of stool are:
Type 1: Separate hard lumps, like nuts (hard to pass)
Type 2: Sausage-shaped, but lumpy
Type 3: Like a sausage but with cracks on its surface
Type 4: Like a sausage or snake, smooth and soft
Type 5: Soft blobs with clear cut edges (passed easily)
Type 6: Fluffy pieces with ragged edges, a mushy stool
Type 7: Watery, no solid pieces. Entirely liquid
I'm not the storyteller my Dad was, and I'm not the writer my Mom is. So, unless something really interesting happens, this blog is moribund.
TTFN
While the rest of the country roasts, here near Seattle it's 60s and light rain. I grew up in Phoenix, but I'm enjoying this.
I'll mostly be out in the field for the rest of the week. Even though the new phone has a flash, I still won't take shots in a sanican.
Yes, I'm making more money for the next few weeks. My boss is on vacation and I'm Acting Boss (cue fanfare.) Is not a huge amount of money, but will be noticeable in my check.
I got a new phone in the last couple of days. This one has a flash, so no more problem with dark stalls.
The work on the outside of the house is finished. Fresh paint, roof cleaned, patio pressure-washed, landscaping cleaned up.
You see, there were these pirates who captured me while I was sailing the South Seas...
Too bad, but I have just been slacking. I still don't feel like I have anything to say.
Thinking about arriving. Now that summer is almost here (tomorrow), spring finally feels like it might be here. They don't call this month Junuary around here for nothing.
Well, not this shit, but for spending my weekend going up and down a ladder working on the roof. I'm near crippled.
The lawn is in full spring mode. You can almost hear it growing. And it pisses me off because I have to keep the damn thing mowed.
I think the luau we went to has worked its way through. Generally, if your poop floats, there's to much fat in your diet; and there was lots of fat in that meal. Today though, the only way that pig would have been better was if it had bacon.
We went to a luau last evening. I ate good food, had nice conversation, and was stimulated by many gyrating hips.
Here I am, thousands of miles from home, wide awake and ready to get started. Problem is, it's only 6 AM here. By the time I get acclimated to the local time it will be time to go home. Could be worse, could be raining.
I think my favorite app on my Android phone is Tricorder. It's a functioning Star Trek tricorder! While it can't help you find dilithium, it will scan the local gravitational field, magnetic field, cell signal, WiFi signal, and acoustic spectrum; all the time making cool 60's sci-fi noises.
Resurrection of Christ or bunnies and chicks? Or is it a celebration of Spring coopted by Christians?
Waiting for breakfast to be delivered to the room. Long travel day yesterday; pick up tux and rehearsal today.
It's a lovely day outside. Contrary to the normal Seattle gloom and drizzle, it's *raining* and a bit windy. I like it.
Mrs Bristol and I are going to visit AZ next weekend for a friend's wedding. I enjoy travel alone; with wife, not so much.
I'm one of those people who arrive at the airport 3 hours before my flight, get through security, grab a coffee and newspaper and relax until it's time to board. She, on the other hand, leaves home with just enough time to get to the airport and rush to the gate as they are boarding; it doesn't help that she needs a wheelchair for the long treks. We pack differently, I have a carry on packed two days in advance; she's still throwing too much stuff into a huge suitcase as we're heading out the door.
She's also a nervous flier, where I am the exact opposite. So she's also doped up on antianxiety meds; a little turbulence and she's a basket case. I'm looking forward to being there, but not to getting there.
I need a Vegas break. I have three vacations scheduled this year, but none to Vegas. Going to Reno in August, but the "Biggest Little City in the West" just doesn't have the same vibe.
Our kittens are growing up. They'll be a year old next month. Still active pains in the butt, but loveable.
We hit the magic temperature yesterday. The slugs hatched!! The driveway here at work was awash with baby slugs.
Today is the first day it actually really feels like Spring. I'm not sure what that feeling is, but it's definitely there today.
Yesterday I wasn't fit company, was snappy and easily annoyed. Much Mike comfortable in my skin today.
It's quiet in here today! I'm the only one in the office and all I hear is the ticking of the clock on the wall and the traffic on the freeway outside. I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts.
At least for the next few days. Boss is on vacation so I'm the boss. No real difference in what I do, but I get paid 5% more for it.
Still annoyed with spouse, but I'll survive.
It's a beautiful day today, may be our first official 60 degree day of the year.
And yes, a female is involved. A medical thing that Mrs Bristol has been putting off for a couple of years is suddenly interfering with a planned trip. Sometimes I'm not sure why I'm still married…
I took care of most of the stuff I need to get done yesterday. I'm paying for it today, but will finish it up today.
Lots of stuff that I need to get done the next two days and maybe not enough time to finish them all. I guess I should get off my dead ass and get started...
Life has been quiet lately and I like it that way. I should post this one on my Facebook page, but I won't.