Archive for January, 2010

Sometimes I Could Just Scream

Monday, January 25th, 2010

Don’t get me wrong, I do love my job. But sometimes… This is not the real response I provided to the client but I wish it were. You can guess the question.
Response: Please tell us when we can schedule the suspension of your domain that would be better than at this time? Optionally, you can renew your domain PRIOR to the expiration but that might go a long way to saving you trouble so it’s probably best to ignore the renewal letters and make sure you contact information is not up to date. We like it that way too because we lose clients and money. We’re not in business for such capitalistic endeavors. We’ve invested lots of time and money in this business just to make your life miserable. Just me and Satan.  

(or is it Satan and I?)

Kitty cats roasting on a fire

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

Pellets stoves burn wood pellets (and corn if you so desire). They’re safe, convenient and toasty. Cats love anything warm. Put the two together and you have warm-happy cats that sleep by the stove. The top of our pellet stove gets hot to the touch. Not second degree burn hot, but hot enough that you don’t put stuff on it. Think, hot like the “walls of a hot sauna”. Ouch.

Side note: I’m one of those so called crazy-child-hating people who think that sooner or later (after ample warnings), you have to allow the child to touch a hot stove in order to figure out what hot is and trust their nervous system to recoil their hand before any long term damage is done.

So, when Fur (our kitty) decided to walk on the top of the hot pellet stove I knew she would quickly get down without any harm to her tender paws. I was wrong but not about her tender paws.  I was wrong about her getting down. I watched in amazement. I took a picture because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Click on the following image to see what I saw.


For those of you who were to queezy to look, you can safely click on the image of Fur curling up and relaxing a few inches above the fire while Lucy rests his head on the warm mantle. She later put her head down and started going to sleep… or maybe she was passing out. Not sure.

Observations of Small Town Living (OOSTL)

Thursday, January 7th, 2010

The TAX MAN comes-a-calling! Phone rings. Caller ID says “PRIVATE”. I answered. It was a guy named David from the Idaho Tax Commission. The lump in my throat raised my voice an octave. Last year we found an error on our prior taxes and owed some money to settle our debt to society. The reason for the call was in response to a note I’d scrawled on the form that asked them to confirm that they’d received my check. David was simply calling to let me know that they’d received the check. That’s it? Yes, that’s it. Just a courtesy call from a courteous tax commission.

The state government here has no resemblance to Illinois. I like smaller government the more I deal with it.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

New year’s Eve. Dark night on a field of snow. Something is out there.


You can hear screeming and whaling. A light in the darkness shows.


As it approaches it turns out to be Noah and Pete on an ATV.


But the screaming?


Why it’s the kids from church riding behind.

Sure, there were adults doing adult things in the house. Board games for the women and deep philosophical discussions for the men. I have to admin, the most fun was riding in the sled.

Big Snowflakes

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

January 1, 2010 brought with it the biggest snowflakes I’ve ever seen. So big, you could hear them touch down when they floated to the ground. It was a gentle touch, but I’ve never heard snow falling before. The larger flakes were the size of a half dollar. You can see the individual flakes on the hood of my car even though this picture was taken from 30 feet away.

(click to enlarge)

Observations of Small Town Living (OOSTL)

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

Small-Town Newspapers. A local child died in a skying accident which is a tragedy but that’s not the point of this entry.

Our small town newspaper is the Daily Bee. I like to call it the “Daily Wanna-Bee” because some day it wants to grow up into a real newspaper.


Many people talk with disdain about this paper because they feel it’s not up to par with the big city newspapers which are… proof read. I guess that make my blog kind of fit right into the “small-town” feeling as it’s not proof read much either. I guess that’s why so few even know it exists.

Sometimes, the errors one finds in the Daily Bee are quite amusing. Other times it leaves you shaking your head. Like this front page story. I guess it’s just too difficult to withhold information.