So I was standing near the front counter at work, some customers were milling about, and I heard from my right side, just out of my peripheral vision, those immortal words: “Hey, watch this!”

I was three steps into a full sprint to my left, away from the voice, when I realized the four year old boy who had uttered the phrase probably wasn’t going to commit any fatal actions.

I busily pretended I had to fix something on the puzzle rack …

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OK – so, you know when you get something that has had a previous owner, there are sometimes things that need to be taken care of that the previous owner either did not take care of or was unaware that it needed to be taken care of. (<--Dangling Participle alert! let me try that again:) ... of which they were unaware it needed to be taken care. ... of which the care of they were unaware. This is harder than it looks.

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Sometimes, there are issues that need to be taken care of that a previous owner of something was unaware. Of.

Anyway –

Samantha (the new addition, she of 99 pounds of overjoyed iloveyou black lab mix) has developed a slight hacking problem. (yes, you smarty pants, she likes to try to break into the pentagon’s computers while they aren’t looking.) My suspicion is that the missing patch of tennis ball cover is lodged somewhere in her intake manifold. Her hacks are not of the stomach acid variety (being somewhat of an expert on what stomach acid looks like from various feline and canine sources) but clear, and the major clue that it’s not stomach acid is that it doesn’t leave the grout clean after clean-up. (i sure hope you’re not reading this over a meal of some type. on the other hand, if you were, you would see what i was talking about first hand …)

we have an appointment this morning with the wonderful folks at Acoma Animal Clinic to see about this issue, and since we are headed up there anyway we might as well make this an introductory visit instead of waiting until the Friday appointment.

As a side note – boss must rank in the top ten – no, the top five – of the best bosses ever. Even though today is a special event at the store, she is OK with me being, essentially, a couple hours late to take care of Samantha.

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You’ve heard the budget screaming matches – er, talks – and heard “billion” tossed around like everyone deals with that amount on a daily basis. Texas Fred, a crusty old Marine friend of mine, sent out a little missive to help us common folk, those of us not smart enuff to deal with money and what not, since we ain’t pro-fessional poly-ticks or nuttin’, git a handle on jist how much a biilyon rilly is:

A. A billion seconds ago it was 1979.
B. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive.
C. A billion hours ago our ancestors were living in the Stone Age.
D. A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth on two feet.
E. A billion dollars ago was only 8 hours and 20 minutes, at the rate our government is spending it.

Now, in my mind, it seems like the obvious solution to not raising the debt ceiling is to quit spending money. I mean, those of us in fly-over land only have so many dollars per year to spend, and when we spend them all, we are finished. We have the common sense to stop spending. Heck, most of us quit spending before we run out of money, in case the starter goes out on the car. But not those professional politicians – no siree Bob, they spend more and more money with less and less in the pot because they are “smarter” than we are.

Remember this in November – they have no concept of what a budget is, so don’t let them control it anymore.

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OK, I’ve been back since Saturday evening – and I am still trying to process everything I’ve seen/heard/learned. The ASTRA Conference and the TGTG catalog buying event sure left a lot of information floating around in the head.

Had a great time with several blogging friends (Gawfer, Political Pistachio, and Prying1) at Chronic Tacos in Corona – very sorry that more weren’t able to make it. One in particular (a certain Marine who just transferred back stateside but wouldn’t be actually stateside until a week after the meeting) I was really looking forward to being able to see (but his sister and her son did), and another (American and Proud) who’s schedule just would not cooperate.

Gotta run – more later.

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Re-election season is upon him, so now he’s going to take a look at all the hullabaloo that these peons he’s supposed to be representing are worried about:

Obama expresses concern about slowing economy*

From the article:

“…our task is to not panic.”

What a good frood he is.

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* – link is to azcentral.com. They are notorious for not providing permanent links. If the story disappears, please accept my apologies, but there’s nothing I can do about their lack of professionalism. Heck, even my links don’t disappear after a while, they just kinda hang out forever …

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