Because they said I MUST....

1) Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2) I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3) I'll pick a flavor/color of jello to wrestle with you in. (Maybe.)
4) I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5) I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6) I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7) I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8) If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.

Snagged from all sorts of people....

Do you read me?

If you read me on a regular/semi regular basis, leave me a comment and let me know.

Then post this in your journal and find out who reads you!

Move along, nothing here to read today....

Not much more to add about yesterday. It was hot, I was itchy and grumpy, and I watered trees. By got home earlier than I'd expected him, because Robyn let him bring the trailer home after loading tstuff, rather than try to find a way to park that thing in the lot by their building. The evening's load was just the rest of the stone we'd left in Albert's storage unit, months ago. (Albert is trying to clean that thing out, so he doesn't have to pay rent on it anymore. Which means some deals for materials and tools may be in the offing.)

By got his birthday present from his folks last night, and of course opened it early. (Have to make sure it travelled ok, right?) They got him a auto-darkening welding helmet, just what he wanted, and wouldn't go buy for himself. And the usual pile of Sunday comics, that his mom always throws in the box as extra padding--they've done that since he was in college. She also tucked in a sock monkey that she'd made, out of Grandpa Phillips' old socks, which was very sweet. (We'll put that in the ancestor shrine we plan to put in the living room, as we remodel, along with one of his old plaid jackets and the canoe paddles he carved.) And there was another ball of Opal sock yarn in the box, just to fill in the corner. (That's for me :) Although the socks I knit from it may be for By, it's a manly sort of color.

Will probably be watering trees again today. It didn't rain enough to get the road wet on the way in, and the radar doesn't show anything more significant on the way. Good thing, too--watering trees is about all I'm up to today.

Knitting reports

( The Sock Report )

( The UnSock Report )

( Planning Ahead )

Sometimes, I just can't be held responsible for what I say.

Some devil got a hold of my tongue this afternoon, that's all I can say for myself.

One of our Annoying Part-Time Staff, christened "Markansas" by New Boss (NB was funny, who knew?), was hanging out in the shop to avoid the heat this afternoon. And, needless to say, getting on my nerves, because I'd come in from the water truck at 3pm completely overheated and cranky. Since neither Shop Steward nor I would talk to him, he wandered out to the wash bay and started playing with stuff. A minute later he comes in with an aerosol can, all amused and proud of himself.

Markansas, waving can at the adults in the room: "So, this stuff actually work?"
I glance at the can, enough to register that it's spray-on Skin Shield, and mumble, "Skin Shield, yeah, what about it?"
Markansas: "No, the can says Foreskin Shield."

Sure enough, some smartass on staff had modified the label. Probably one of the PT guys who'd worked for us about 3 years ago, that was their brand of humor.

Markansas: "I'm gonna take this with me when I go out tomorrow night. Cheaper than condoms."
I say: "You'd probably want something a bit more effective than that."
Markansas: "You mean, like a contact or something?"
Me, trying to ignore him and read email: "Well, you would know your size."
Markansas: ............

He left the office a moment later, and didn't come back in. Shop Steward told me that bit came out a bit harsher than I had meant it to.