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it’s rainin’ again, oh no it’s rainin’ again…
raindrops keep falling on my head…
singin’ in the rain, i’m singin’ in the rain…
i can’t stand the rain…
Of course it’s raining today. Our church picnic begins in 8 minutes.
| You Are a Tuna Fish Sandwich |
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Some people just don’t have a taste for you. You are highly unusual. And admit it, you’ve developed some pretty weird habits over the years. You may seem a bit unsavory from a distance, but anyone who gives you a chance is hooked! Your best friend: The Club Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Turkey Sandwich |
What Kind of Sandwich Are You?
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Oy. I do like tuna, though. I have to admit.
Thanks Beth.
I just emptied out my gmail inbox.
I feel so… accomplished.
UPDATE: Looks like the wire services have picked up this story.
So, here’s a story from our town newsrag.
I didn’t hear about this yesterday, but I was done with my little route by 11am. I had the day off today.
It’s very odd to find cremated human remains in a mail collection box. But did anyone else take note of what is, IMHO, the most interesting aspect of the story?
Police had no record of the deceased person in their files.
Something tells me this story isn’t over yet. I do work tomorrow, so maybe I’ll hear something. I have a pretty good idea who the unnamed carrier is (who, by the way, did exactly what he/she was supposed to do).
Very interesting.
When I bought my nano, I also bought a case to go along with it.
It was this one…
The Contour Showcase
The case is tough and can withstand flying around the passenger compartment of a Honda Passport, but it has a fatal flaw, as the first reviewer noted here:
Earphone adapter opening will ONLY accept the long jacks from either headphones with LONG jacks such as regular headphones or the Apple earbuds.
– Anyone who uses other earphones, such as Shure, will NOT be able to use this case as it will NOT fit!!
– Whoever designed this case must’ve been an IDIOT!!!
I’ll second that. My Sony headphones will work with it but the mini-pin adapter cord from Best Buy that hooks to my car stereo’s aux input will not. Nor will the second one I bought from radio shack. Nor will… you get the idea.
Next I tried the incase neoprene sleeve
The problems with this case are legion, though it does accomodate adapter jacks of any size. First of all, the nano fits so snugly in the sleeve that the scroll wheel doesn’t align correctly with the hole. Which doesn’t matter much anyway, since the hole itself is covered with see through plastic. These facts combine to make scrolling a feat of Herculean strength as you must exert approximately 350 Joules to turn up the volume or scroll through a list without accidentally executing a command or jumping to another menu. Boo! I came up with a hack involving the see through plastic scroll wheel protector and a razor knife, and now the case is workable. Just.
Next…?
My daughter had surgery today.
It was a minor procedure to dig out a rather large and unsighlty wart that had grown on her finger. Minor, and quick, though they did have to put her out for the event.
She’s at home now and everything came out alright.
The interesting thing is that a skin graft was required because the wart was kind of deep. They took a little piece of skin from the side of her hand and sewed it into the hole left by the wart. The doctor told us that when the dressing is removed, we shouldn’t expect to see nice new skin there. We’ll probably see a crusty black looking scab. Apparently the skin graft serves as a cap, and a bridge which allows the skin cells to grow across the gap. After a while the scab peels off, and then there’s new skin.
Pretty cool new learning for me.
When it was all done, daughter was wheeled out to the car and wobbled her way from the chair to the back seat, not unlike a baby deer. Now she’s at home vegging out in front of the TV, hand elevated.
Not the band. I never really liked them anyway. Except for Lights. That was a good song. But I digress…
Had a little chat with my supervisor today. Asked her when I might expect to see a signed copy of that leave request I submitted. She said, “I wait ’til the last minute with you RCAs*. But it looks good. I already have it on the calendar. But if Doug takes off, there’s gonna be a problem.”
Of course, I already talked with Doug. Which she knows. Or, at least, I thought she knew.
So I’m going out on a limb here, since there’s less than a month to go. I’ll tell you about it now. Many of you remember last year when I got in a rented Ford Taurus (the Beige Bull) and cruised around the country for two weeks. I blogged about the entire trip and made some of you guess where I was… some of you didn’t have to guess because, well, I was with you at the time.
I’m not sure if I’ll be visiting too many other bloggers this time, but I am planning a similar journey. Similar, but different.
This time, I have an idea where I’m going. That doesn’t mean that you will, though. You’ll still have to guess (if you want to).
So yeah, I may email you if you’re in my line of travel. I may ask if you want to get coffee. You can refuse, of course, and no one will ever know.
I’m leaving on September 8th after I finish delivering whatever mail they make me deliver. I’ll be on the road for two weeks. My first stop will probably not be Bowers, PA, though I do plan on attending the National Chili Pepper Festival on Friday, September 7th.
*RCA = Rural Carrier Associate. A sub. Lowest form of life in the postal food chain. Me.
Oh, BTW, FYI, and IYKWIM, the two road photos above are absolutely huge hints.
After all these years, I’m still a flaming INFP.
Click on the box to see more and take the test yourself!
Randy’s an ENFP. Like I couldn’t tell.
The other day I was contacted by yet another long lost friend. I’m not sure if I remember correctly but the last time I saw her may have been at her wedding, which a small portion of my then band “Stained Glass” provided some music for. I’m not sure I want to guess at how long ago it was, probably 1990 or 1991. I do
remember driving my yellow VW Cabriolet to and from, so it must have been 1990 or after.
She found me in what must now be referred to as the usual way, by googling my name and stumbling onto my blog. Perhaps she will chime in with a comment to tell us the year of her wedding.
*So perhaps you are wondering how she came to google me? Or maybe not, but I’m gonna tell you anyway. She and her husband were apparently reading through some old copies of Alive Now, a devotional magazine. Yes, there are people in the world who do this… at least two of them. They just happened to open a copy of Alive Now that contained one of my published pieces, entitled God Would Rather Bless. This is quite a feat, since Alive Now has been published every other month for more than thirty years and I’ve been in it twice. So they wondered, “could this be the same Jim Jannotti that played and sang so badly at our wedding” (actually, I didn’t do much singing, so it probably wasn’t all that bad)? Off to google she went.
I was assigned to RD #1 today. Here’s an aerial view. It’s a relatively new route for me, and I still get kind of confused in the first half.
I didn’t feel too well today. In fact, I felt bad enough that I bought a bottle of Pepto Bismol at 7-11 on the way to the PO this morning and worked my way almost all the way through it during the course of the day. Considering how I felt, I wasn’t too surprised to see a note from the supervisor at the mail case when I got back. Apparently I misdelivered some woman’s mail (actually, what I did was deliver someone else’s mail to her box). I’m not sure how it happened since she has her last name written on the inside of her mailbox lid. Oops.
She called the post office saying that she brought the mail over to her neighbor’s box, correcting my mistake, but now wanted to know where her mail was. The supervisor said he would call her back, but I told him I would do it. When I called, I got an answering machine so I left a message apologizing for the misdelivery and telling her that she didn’t have any mail today, which is probably why I screwed up. That, plus I’m not all that bright to begin with.
So when’s the last time you got a personal call from your mail carrier regarding your service?
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