Hot, One For You-One For Me

The temperature deviation, from nightly low to daily high, has been between thirty and forty degrees.

Yesterday the high was 75 and the low 35.

This basically means you are always dressed wrong. You can dress so you are comfortable in the morning and you are baking mid-day or you are freezing in the morning and comfortable during the day. Regardless, you are generally chilled in the shade and sweating in the sun.

In preparation for this weather, while shopping for Christmas gifts (one for them-one for me), I went looking for t-shirts and a jacket. Neither of these were available. Jackets are not well stocked in an area that is 75 degrees during the day, five days before Christmas. This makes sense. I honestly can't remember ever having a jacket. But it can be in the thirties at night, and a jacket might be nice, and all my friends have them. T-shirts are not well stocked either as major clothing stores forget there are areas of the country that don't get snow. What is stocked? Thick knit long-sleeved tops and sweaters, both too hot for the day.

I did actually find t-shirts, but they only came in small and extra-small. (What the hell!) The store told me to go online. According to online, they are only made in small and extra-small. (Conspiracy of the little boob people…)

After a very unsuccessful (5-0) one for them-one for me Christmas shopping spree I am sitting in my car when a quick set whap whap whap hits my car. Thinking of the newly purchased gifts for them and random recent forwards (always a good source of information), I worried about a clever ploy to steal the gifts.

Then I thought, what the hell, it was only for other people anyway.

But, there was a mid-rift peering through my passenger window (low car). I quickly recognized the super-white mid-rift (on display today as it was 75 degrees, despite being December 20). Apparently bending down and showing her face never occurred to my sister. She remarkably, randomly, parked three spots over from me atop the roof of a parking structure.

Anyway, I have the rest of the week to remedy my one for them-one for me disparity, hopefully including a jacket.

Funniest Item Seen: Doormat that reads: "Nice Underwear"

Have you seen my bomb?

It had some wires and a clock?

From cnn.com:

Airport Screeners Lose Fake Bomb During Training

NEWARK, New Jersey (AP) -- Baggage screeners at Newark Liberty International Airport spotted -- and then lost -- a fake bomb planted in luggage by a supervisor during a training exercise.

Despite an hours-long search Tuesday night, the bag, containing a fake bomb complete with wires, a detonator and a clock, made it onto an Amsterdam-bound flight. It was recovered by airport security officials in Amsterdam when the flight landed several hours later.

http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/12/15/fake.bomb.lost.ap/index
.html

Do you think they sent it back?

(Would you want to be on that flight?)

On Organization

I have been trying to get back into the habit of putting things away.

Except it is really damned annoying.

Now, when I have put something away… what it really means is I will never be able to find it, ever again.

Needless to say, this exercise, in seeing how many drawers/doors/shelves/cupboards I can search before finding what I am looking for, is being abandoned.

I am going back to leaving it in the dead center of the floor.

That way I can find it, every time I trip over it.

I love horizontal organization.

More Bumper Reading, Participation Required

License plate holder: Master Of The Nuts, King Of The Squirrels

License Plate: YEP NUTS

Please comment; include your interpretation of "Master Of The Nuts" and theories on why the driver has felt so inclined to adorn the car this way.

(Comments should be at least 100 words long, and include at least two words seen on the SATs, but never in real life, used correctly. Comments will be graded according to what I think is most important which, obviously, I will not disclose to you, unless I like you. If I like you, I still won't disclose what is important, but you will get a good grade regardless of how daft I think your work is. If I don't know you, I will be so dumbfounded you are reading, that you will get an A just for starting a comment.)

Amazing how the assignment is always more complicated that the subject matter.

You’re not supposed to…

You’re not supposed to find out over I.M. that someone you know had died.

People you know, who are good, pure, and honest are not supposed to die, accidently, on a Tuesday afternoon.