I threw my back out so I’m laying on the floor. Plus side? Less pain. Not at work, even though I’m supposed to interviewing candidates for a design position Minus? Vacuuming would have been good first. Cats are both perched on me like I’m a raft. I have to get up for everything I need.
You know how you’ve been waiting all your life to find out when peacocks start to get colorful? I got this one! India Blue chick’s start getting a little color around 8 weeks. See above. Also, they go crazy for spinach, just in case you are ever asked. The more you know and all that…
Yesterday morning we had a few deer on the back hill. The dog was going crazy barking and when I gave her the command to stop, she literally did an “Are you fucking kidding me?!! double take - then looked back at the hill like - did you not see those big lumbering animals up there?! Hilarious. The plus side of an expressive dog.
I’m @qdesign on Ello - not sure what to do on Ello but hit me up if you’d like
I reserve the right to save the fifth for later today…
In 1975, by quirky happenstance I won an election to become the Lt. Governor of Divison 26, Cali-Nev-Ha District of Key Club International. It was only at the swearing in ceremony later in the year that Deborah Kline (a sweet girl from Vegas) and I discovered that we were the first females in the history of Key Club to ever have this honor.
Glass ceiling shattered.
As an aside, I was later engaged (twice-ish) to the Division 5 Lt. Governor.
I was supposed to travel to South Africa in Mid-Sept but I had too many work obligations so I had to back out. Now all my travel buddies are there posting photos and work sucks and I can’t believe I thought that staying there was a good idea.
This is my bartender friend Joe Madden. He left for work Monday and was last seen on the 1000 block of Kearney St NE in Washington DC and never made it to work that day at Brookland’s Finest three blocks away. He’s missing and we need to find him.
He’s 6’1”, 170lbs, brown hair, beard, green eyes, and is about the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.
Please help find him and share this post far and wide.
*Bought two different colors of brown without realizing it and they did not blend well. lol. One is a lot more red than the other. Oh well, if it looks too bad tomorrow** I’ll make an appointment to get it fixed. On a positive note, the gray is gone…***
*I was “helped” by a drunk friend — lol **Bright purple on top, middle brown in the middle *** Not so much, still lighter at the temples
I stop at a donut shop in my old hood occasionally — it’s close to work. Though the shop’s been there for 20+ years, I’ve never seen anyone else there. Kev and I used to joke about mafia connections. I had eggs with me one morning so on a whim I gave the proprietor a dozen. Last Friday I stopped by for coffee and he gave me two Apple Fritters for Free. TWO. Yikes.
I’m delivering 20 dozen eggs tomorrow night on the Monday night egg run. 20 Dozen. Up from the original 7 dozen i started delivering in July. It amuses me to be driving around the Hollywood Hills on streets named after movie stars (W.C. Fields Way, Buddy Holly Drive) while doing the most rural activity of my entire life.
I got shit at work for “occasionally smelling like a barnyard or tracking in hay,” the guy I sit next to is a smoker and regularly reeks of cigarette smoke. Our parent company sells tobacco related products - so ashtray trumps barnyard. Yay!
I’m working like a crazy person trying to keep up with workload both at work, at home and freelancing. A 23 year old recent college grad is starting a new job at only $5K less a year than my starting salary — and I’m only not at that salary any longer as I went over my bosses head (after 5 months) to get the raise I was promised. I’m due for another in Q1. The lack of value for the skill set I bring to the table is painful. I love the work but am keeping my options open for now.
Now that my Dad is back east and Kev and I broke up, I no longer have reason to stay in So. Cal. That is a really weird realization. I’ve lived here for more than 2 decades. Where to go? The options are endless. Italy comes to mind. Or Spain. Maybe Washington state.
I need a vacation to finally have the time to catch up with my own life. I don’t recommend this. Avoid at any cost. All work and no play does indeed make Jack a dull boy. Trust me on this.
I’m not saying that ALL Koreans are bad drivers, but that there are an inordinate number of bad drivers that attend a local Korean church situated along a fairly quiet country road. The Sunday services merit a hundred cones and a half dozen police cars waving folks out of the parking lot…they still sometimes don’t get it right..