tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73758831217499586942012-01-13T23:20:56.906-07:00Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.comBlogger7991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-8291427205527489802012-01-11T17:31:00.004-07:002012-01-11T18:19:50.205-07:00

Saw an article today that got me to thinking about Mamaw.See, she had a computer for... well, forever. She learned to do accounting on it, had the 3.5 floppy version of a graphics program to make signs. Later on, it was the repository of her photos, and solitaire. But then, I started blogging. After that, nothing would do but I bookmark my blog for her. After Blogorado I, the bookmarks were added

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As seems to happen often enough 2011 was full of ups and downs.Once again though, I think the year has left me a better person, better able to take what life throws at me and fastpitch it right back at the metaphorical dangly bits. In the end, I call that a win. Bring it on 2012. I got this. Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2

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From my own family no less! It appears that after a long streak of not being able, for one reason or another, to keep my presents a secret, Farmmom went to great lengths (even recruiting my boyfriend to blatantly lie to me about being an anxious weirdo in order to find out where exactly my gun was) to keep this one secret.See, it seems that EvylRobot conspired with her too. He sent her some

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Here's hoping that all have a happy, safe, and loving time this holiday season.

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We spent yesterday morning trying to get feed to critters. We spent the afternoon curled up by the heater watching it snow and blow.This morning Farmdad had to dig the door out so the dogs could go do their business.They loved it. They could look in the dining room window!As of yet there is not a highway in the county that is open

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Monday was a banner day for me. Farmdad and I took a road trip up to see Salamander and play in the funshop he works at.See for all of my untold years I have bought several weapons for Farmdad, Farmgirl and the son and grandson and had bought myself a rifle or two but had never bought myself a pistol. I've had several over the years. Some were gifts. Sometimes Farmdad would come home with

Farmmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03226384244084630509noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-45168943723630612482011-12-03T12:22:00.004-07:002011-12-03T12:29:30.541-07:00

Mamaw rarely could handle flowers anyway, most of them set her off coughing. So, for our extended tribe who may wish to make a gesture, we ask that you donate to Hospice rather than send flowers.Hospice is a wonderful, caring organization, and group of people, who do far more than they get credit for. The organization and people here were invaluable to us.Feel free to donate to your local hospice

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In January, Mamaw was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer. It had already gone to her brain. They found a tumor the size of a golf ball.They surgically removed that one, and treated the others they could see with a focused radiation procedure. Then she started chemo.She went through a full course of chemo, and it halted the stuff in her lungs. She had to have two more rounds of radiation for

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Some handy hints for dealing pleasantly with your cashier:1. When you're loading things on a belt that runs under a raised platform for anything, make sure the tall stuff will miss it. If you fail to do so, don't glare at the cashier when your two liter bottle of soda falls over.2. Take a moment as you're loading the belt to realize that if you want things bagged in an organized fashion, it's far

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-2384981637150659002011-11-11T19:12:00.002-07:002011-11-11T19:20:23.054-07:00

I spent my day at work today shaking hands with any veterans that came through my line. After I clocked out, I was grabbing myself some sodas, and happened to see a white haired gentleman in the aisle wearing a ball cap detailing his service in the Navy.I stopped, set down my cube of Dew, and straightened just as he began to move on down the aisle. I stopped him by saying, "Sir?"He turned to me

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-20375745511774263052011-11-06T19:15:00.002-07:002011-11-06T19:40:32.741-07:00

So, Darlin' Man and I have decided to eat healthier. Mostly because it's just a good idea.Thanks to the fact that the basic premise (once you get past the hype) makes the most sense to us, we went Paleo. Or, mostly.The idea behind the hype basically is to eat the stuff your body can process best. Some of the proponents get into some real fairy tale type stuff, but some of them just break it down

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-67283107591172132032011-11-05T11:59:00.002-06:002011-11-05T12:30:23.413-06:00

So. Due to the loving encouragement (with a minimum of dirty looks, sighs, and grumbling, considering the original plan had me quit and rolling in all the money I had saved by now) of my Darlin' Man, I've gone entirely tobacco free.Not nicotine free, mind. The electronic cigarette is a wonderful thing and keeps the urge to kill people with dull knives, spoons, vehicles, European style deer head

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-48636067522106293582011-10-31T13:30:00.001-06:002011-10-31T13:30:28.406-06:00

Handy hint: when making fast egg drop soup at home you can make a really tasty and totally inedible thing. I either poured the eggs too fast, or had too much agitation. Or both. The result is a half mushy, half chewy mess, the broth of which tastes lovely. Bah.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-48069831959352161582011-10-21T10:50:00.001-06:002011-10-21T10:54:52.497-06:00

We all take too much for granted. We never think about things or people that are always there for us. We think they will always be there. We think that we will always have enough to eat, clothes to wear, and people we can always run to when things don’t go our way.We think things will go on like they always have. I have noticed a trend lately that disturbs me. Granted I am out in the middle of

Farmmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03226384244084630509noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-52738048799417200772011-10-20T10:53:00.002-06:002011-10-20T11:10:45.251-06:00

Everyone is apparently taking sides on the whole shebang in Ohio. If you haven't heard about it, where have you been? But seriously, it's getting sort of crazy.Here's my two cents:1. The fact that the outside cages were all open, but there were still, apparently, monkeys and or chimps caged inside the house, doesn't add up to suicide, to me.2. The fact that a bunch of the animals were still

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-31746374539198857192011-10-11T22:12:00.002-06:002011-10-11T22:17:08.744-06:00

There are several times during the course of my duties when I might not try as hard to be quick. If you're a dick, I'm not too worried about how fast you get your Coors Light and Cheetos. If you're really interesting, I'm distracted enough to not be as fast as I can be.Today may have been the best, though. In my line, separated by one kind old lady, were two Vietnam Vets who were exchanging

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-89139992206901591322011-10-11T10:52:00.021-06:002011-10-11T16:24:53.174-06:00

Another successful gathering of the Tribe has come and gone. Sadly we said good bye to ChristinaLMT, Scifi and Mrs Scifi this morning. Thank you so much for staying and helping with the cleanup gang!!!!!! Miss Christina makes an amazing Kitchen Bitch and Scifi is a more than tolerable Garage Bitch. Mrs Scifi (she is one tough cookie ) was stuck with doing small things due to having had

Farmmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03226384244084630509noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-85387346764828958902011-10-10T09:48:00.002-06:002011-10-10T10:15:01.999-06:00

Another Blogorado has come and gone. We had a blast, as usual, and it was just what was needed to bleed off some stress and add some smiles.This year I had to come pretty much as a guest, since work is dumb and I didn't get a chance to go to the Old Homestead to help much. Farmmom pulled off 99.999999% of the food by herself, and OldNFO and JimJim and Farmdad got the range together, and I rolled

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-8011055399447998222011-10-06T05:39:00.002-06:002011-10-10T09:45:38.035-06:00

Finally Farmdad has posted his recipe for his BBQ rub that several have begged him for. You can get it here.

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My heart goes out to all of those who lost friends and loved ones on this day ten years ago and the days following.My thanks go out to the men and women who put on a uniform to protect and serve the rest of us in this country, be they military, police, firemen, or EMTs. Whether they were inspired by that event or had made that choice before then, it doesn't matter. Thank you all, past, present,

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-50995294944544147622011-09-09T20:52:00.002-06:002011-09-09T21:36:19.529-06:00

It appears that despite my utter lack of attention, this blog still exists... who knew?Ok, ok, I know. I'm awful. I accept all accusations of bad bloggerhood and insincerely promise to do better in the future. Frankly, just not that much blogworthy has been happening, and if I start doing current events blogging that invites all of the crap I've always tried to avoid on this blog... so I'm

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This weekend was a fun and crazy couple of days. Friends showed up to work on the car that Farmgirl hit the elk with. We started out with the sawzall and that should give you the first clue on how this rebuild went. The top did finally come off though. Next was wondering if they could get more ammo in the trunk with the lid on or off. Then the back seat had to come out because really it

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Handy tip: if your six year old is prone to wetting herself without notifying you, don't put her in the basket seat. I don't care if she fits, just don't do it. If you don't follow that tip and she does wet herself, don't make the cashier handle the urine soaked items when you can hold up the barcodes and she can scan them across the counter. Also don't fail to notify an employee if your child

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-19079122573709432052011-08-03T22:22:00.002-06:002011-08-03T22:33:52.997-06:00

So tomorrow is payday, finally have an actual income again. I gotta say though for huge evil conglomerate devil worshiping soul eaters, the new job isn't late with the paychecks.My pay is registering as in my account as of now, which means they're quicker on the draw than the old job was... their computer system didn't stuff the money into my account until eleven thirty at night, and here it is

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-75141542460653134592011-07-29T13:42:00.001-06:002011-07-29T13:42:24.383-06:00

If you're in a big store and trying to check out, and you see the light on a checkout go off, it's rude as shit to run for that line. "I saw the light go off and figured you were headed to lunch so I knew you'd be quick."Jackass.

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The other day at work, while I was working the twenty items or less aisle, at the far end of the store, I was bored out of my mind. Mostly because I was the absolute last register in the line as far from the "busy" end of the store as you can get. So, I was doing what I was told to do, standing in front of my register aisle and looking for customers to help, whether they had twenty items or a

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-33774199453967029822011-07-15T17:48:00.002-06:002011-07-15T17:58:06.431-06:00

Well I got the job, I'll be register-monkeying for an Evil Corporate Giant. Had orientation yesterday which was just the typical orientation for one of those companies, without even anything amusing to break the monotony.Monday I start taking tests and doing training. Excitement. I get paid for it, though, so I'm not complaining.This weekend DM and I will be dragging some noobs across to shoot

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-33610834157692752472011-07-10T12:03:00.002-06:002011-07-10T12:15:59.698-06:00

I just did something that I hate doing. I deleted a comment. With all of the bloggers who delete comments because they disagree, or make them look bad, I turned on verification to get rid of the auto spammers and went on with it.However, on my last post, an anonymous commenter posted a series of urls claiming to know the truth about 9/11.Here's the thing. They got past the verification which

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Are greatly exaggerated. Mostly I've been doing the job hunt thing and spending time with DM.On the job front, looks like I've got it nailed down, barring any goofy surprises with the background check. Went in for an official Job Offer meeting thingy today, did the pee-in-cup thing, and thanks to modern technology the results were in in ten minutes. Evil corporate giant offered me a thirty cent

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Happy Independence Day folks!I hope you have a fantastic weekend with the BB Q's , fireworks and spontaneous football games.As you eat your burgers and hot dogs remember what it took to get here. Remember that people fought and died to give us the freedoms we enjoy and that we have a responsibility to uphold the ideals of those brave individuals.Take the time this weekend to let your family and

Farmmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03226384244084630509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-13659356397398323052011-07-01T20:30:00.002-06:002011-07-01T20:34:46.072-06:00

For those of you who have waited patiently (or impatiently, as the case may be) for so long for the next chapter of Jane, I have good news.That news is that I seem to have come up with quite a bit of time on my hands for the moment, so ya'll get another chapter. Same rules apply, one dollar donation gets you the next chapter, add em all up if you're behind, and the first four are free on the

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-28682489300119743202011-06-14T08:38:00.002-06:002011-06-14T08:59:30.750-06:00

As most of you have probably figured out, I have come to dread going in to my job. Sometimes because of the customers, but mostly because of the boss.See, my boss is a brand new manager. He claims he ran a dry cleaning business for umpteen years and managed his people just fine, which may be true. He also may have employed only horsewhipped lick-spittle submissive puppies, because that seems to

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The first ten days of the month are hell. That's when everybody gets their foodstamp money. See, Colorado came up with this idea that rather than have everybody get their money at once, they'd spread it out over the first week of the month. Whatever the last digit of your social security number is, that's the day you get your deposit. And I detest this portion of the month working where I

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-64184020890441826272011-05-31T00:48:00.002-06:002011-05-31T01:15:22.030-06:00

Gotten a few questions about my last post, so here's the quick and dirty skinny:EHV is Equine Herpes Virus. There are four ways it can hit but the main two are usually a version that causes spontaneous abortion in mares and a respiratory version.Unfortunately one of the other versions creeps into the spinal fluid and brain and causes a severe infection, a myeloencephalopathy. They call this

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Sorry for the dearth of posting guys, things have been hectic without many of the entertaining moments that would create blogfodder.However, at the moment I feel like I should do a PSA for anyone who hasn't heard about this yet:There is a variant on EHV:1 going around, it's hit an Ogden Utah event and a few others that I know of, and it's bad folks. Instances of the neurological symptoms are high

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-2810389447343991832011-05-10T18:19:00.002-06:002011-05-10T18:22:43.438-06:00

But may paycheck will.Cow-orker called in sick tonight, which means that another clerk and I get to split her shift... I'm home to put my feet up for a couple hours after an eight hour shift, only to return and do another four.My feet already hurt, and I've been up since seven thirty this morning. I think I'll make it all the way to my bed before I fall over tonight.Maybe.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-73787246037692960172011-05-05T19:09:00.002-06:002011-05-05T19:27:48.799-06:00

So, I haven't ridden since late last fall. First, it was winter, and I'm a weenie. Then things were hectic enough that I just didn't have time.Then I broke my rib and I had tons of time... and couldn't ride. It was driving me batty. So when mom told me we needed to move cows, I practically did a happy dance.Since I'm back on regular schedule at work as of tomorrow, it was the perfect excuse to go

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-73244991978293340162011-05-04T21:33:00.002-06:002011-05-04T21:38:33.957-06:00

DM and I were talking earlier tonight and had the following conversation:DM: New Rule, which I just made up, can't let it pass the morning. No smothering me the next night.Me: New Rule, which I just made up, you don't get to make up rules.DM: Bollucks. How does that work?Me: Cause I blamed you first.DM: That rule sucks, or blows, or something.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-81977625187546364112011-04-27T23:01:00.003-06:002011-04-27T23:51:38.465-06:00

After listening to me whine about wishing I'd gotten a bigger tank for Bart, for multiple reasons, including but not limited to the fact that the tank I had couldn't be filtered effectively without tossing the poor fish around in the current, DM decided to be indeed darling (alternately read: got fed up with it) and while we were at Petsmart on another errand told me "Pick one, it's yours."So I

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-46397183846066153452011-04-21T16:37:00.001-06:002011-04-21T16:37:03.979-06:00

One of the babies that was claimed before he was even born is going to his new home tonight. We brought him over to Mamaw's to give him a bath and his first clip, and brought one of his brothers for company. Fuzzy pup is a proud daddy and plays with the puppies every chance he gets, and today they all managed to wear each other out.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-18914090176111052872011-04-09T14:48:00.001-06:002011-04-09T14:48:11.455-06:00

As you can probably imagine I'm fairly useless at work. The restriction on lifting pushing and pulling has me knocked down to running the register and the plain fact is I can't handle standing for eight hours right now. So I'm working three hour shifts covering here and there when it's busy and the day shifts would otherwise be alone. Today shortly after I came in the new assistant manager called

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-32497530385232226732011-04-07T10:07:00.003-06:002011-04-07T10:13:10.731-06:00

Since we appear to be the perfect image of one of those couples in which the man wears the pants and the woman is the little lady who stays home and cooks and cleans etc (on the surface only anyone who knows us knows better) DM has been attempting to play the role of the Chauvinist Pig on occasion.Problem is, he just can't pull it off. He'll tell me to make him a sandwich or something, and he

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-83739411634583482302011-04-02T19:08:00.002-06:002011-04-02T20:41:42.230-06:00

Got the new wheels today, a 2000 Ford Taurus this time.And, to help ward off large game, Farmmom and I whipped up a special keychain for it.... ( ok, mostly Farmmom but I sanded off the worst of the sharp edges...)In a pinch, it would also make a fairly decent punch dagger. Mother Nature's Multitool....

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-40086695115152770092011-03-31T11:15:00.002-06:002011-03-31T11:18:04.698-06:00

I've added a count to the sidebar to keep track of where things are at on the War Machine fund. I'll update it as things come in.If we don't reach the goal, I'll refund any donations that already hit the PayPal account.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-33990104616219345342011-03-31T00:13:00.002-06:002011-03-31T00:29:26.818-06:00

Somehow no matter how sure I am that I'm banged up "enough" I usually find a way to make it worse... and since I'm currently drugged up and absolutely certain ya'll want to hear about it, I decided to put up a post about it.The speculation as to whether or not one of my ribs was cracked is now pretty much settled, pending the official report from the radiologist. Except that it's not cracked

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-18747336045924526482011-03-30T11:12:00.003-06:002011-03-30T12:48:39.491-06:00

AEPilotJim has decided that the next incarnation of the Crown Vic needs to be a Blogorado War Machine. Since I'm having to replace the car I bought last month I can't afford to just keep it and turn it into said war machine if I can get money out of it.So, he's started the Great War Machine Fundraiser. Details here.It's either going to get the top chopped off and the interior hosed out and become

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-73227714535245193762011-03-28T13:37:00.001-06:002011-03-28T13:37:15.842-06:00

So I'm starting to heal up and I think all of my owwies have made themselves evident here's the full roster:Bruised and possibly cracked ribs, right side, three of em or so. Jammed/sprained wrist, I thought it was sprained then it popped and felt a little better but it's still sore enough that I think it's sprained too. One nick on my forehead. Bruising on my knees from hitting the dash. Sore

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-70828442472736953112011-03-28T12:20:00.001-06:002011-03-28T12:20:45.385-06:00

She's a bitch. The title to the Crown Vic arrived in the mail today.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-39811815114771039252011-03-26T08:41:00.004-06:002011-03-26T09:46:37.220-06:00

So, very early Friday morning, I was headed across on a lonely stretch of highway (do we have anything else here?) and I had a close encounter of the elk kind. I'm fine, but my car is totaled. Yes, I'm a little banged up but all things considered I got off damn lucky and I'll take it. So many things could have been that one little bit different and I'd have been done for.As is I got off with a

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-9326186203763179392011-03-23T00:27:00.002-06:002011-03-23T00:38:22.276-06:00

Delivery truck was late tonight, resulting in my having to juggle customers, counting all the crap they were hauling in, and pizza making all at once. Follow that up with an unusually steady Tuesday night and getting all my regular work done, and I feel like somebody smacked me.To top it off I may be getting yelled at tomorrow because I made an executive decision when my cow-orker was wringing

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-82428295041223713342011-03-20T21:56:00.002-06:002011-03-20T22:11:13.750-06:00

Alternately: A Moron With Chopsticks.Ok, so it's not that bad, but I really suck with chopsticks. A while back I got my back up and decided that I was going to eat a meal with chop sticks, one way or another, just to shut DM up. I still refused to use the giant clothespin, though.Considering I was actually starving at the time I figured it was a good motivator.DM chuckled at me, until I sat down

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-26721760979685305722011-03-20T16:57:00.001-06:002011-03-20T16:57:10.419-06:00

Sorry Phlegmmy I had to steal it for this one. As promised, puppy photos!

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-44603569113592170662011-03-16T15:46:00.002-06:002011-03-16T15:48:58.817-06:00

We have five beautiful schnauzer puppies as of some gawdawful hour last night.Three little boys, and two little girls.Two of them are already spoken for and we'll see about the rest. I'll get good pictures up when Belle settles into the mommy thing a little more comfortably. She's doing really well she just gets a little anxious if you fuss with the pups too much just yet.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-80610985146236360082011-03-11T22:18:00.001-07:002011-03-11T22:18:10.251-07:00

One of the brighter young men around town just came in to buy some condoms. He dug through his wallet and came up fourteen cents shy of not having to break a five, and asked me if I had fourteen cents. "Nope, sorry" "Fine. Meanie.""Listen, I'm all for safe sex but I'm not paying for your condoms.""So what you're saying is you like safe sex.""I'm a healthy mature female human with no hormonal or

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-16486463242173938602011-03-07T21:45:00.001-07:002011-03-07T22:10:02.054-07:00

This weekend I added to the Farm Fam roster of pets yet again. This one is less of the fuzzy cuddly variety, however. Meet Bartholomew Betta, AKA Bart. He's a gorgeous little thing with the personality of a... well.... fish. Note: pictures were taken with the camera on my new iPhone. It's not easy to get a fabulous pic with it but it is possible.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-11237100731402847482011-03-05T00:43:00.003-07:002011-03-05T00:56:22.927-07:00

The last two weeks have left me in a mood to contemplate murder and mayhem, not the least towards my coworkers. Thankfully, I only have one shift left, after which I will likely take off like a striped-assed-ape to go see DM, because I am in serious need of some down time, and he's very good at making me relax.Also, in coming attractions: Puppies!That's right. Before too long we'll have Fuzzy Pup

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After a couple of days of no results finding the pup's owners I had just about given up.Then, last night, a little blond pixie walked into the store, and looked up at me with tear filled eyes, saying "I heard you might have found my puppy. We thought he was dead..."Her mother followed and explained that they had been on their way to Slightly Bigger Town on Tuesday, with the pup in the back of the

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DM is a huge fan of eating with chopsticks. His military career coupled with several years working for outdoorsy go do this type outfits and basically living out of a tent or hotel room left him with a definite speed-eating disorder. When we eat together a lot of times we only spend half the time eating together... he'll finish and I'll still be eating. We talk, its not a case of him sitting

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-48028116055681586612011-02-24T17:30:00.001-07:002011-02-24T17:30:34.095-07:00

Life has been rough the last bit, for various reasons. It's been about all we all can do to keep up, frankly. But every time I think I just can't do it anymore the universe seems to give me an opportunity to prove myself wrong. Today mom found this little guy on the highway. How he didn't get hit in the middle of nowhere I have no idea. He's got a couple of scrapes and some kind of infected gland

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-24208827695506987382011-02-20T00:52:00.003-07:002011-02-20T00:56:16.663-07:00

I Has A Sad:That is all.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-72261674799221981082011-02-17T21:51:00.001-07:002011-02-17T21:51:07.043-07:00

How having bigwigs doing a five minute visit to look around and say "oh we carry that? Neat!" will cause people to do their jobs in regards to cleaning. If you'll excuse me I'm off to draw a pony on a pizza box or alphabetize the lottery tickets or some other useless time wasting thing cause I'm out of stuff to do for the next hour or so. Tomorrow it's back to the night shift can do everything

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-58176875101211494132011-02-12T21:59:00.002-07:002011-02-12T22:05:40.585-07:00

This weekend I was in a city large enough to actually have panhandlers, and as usual I was seeing them at relatively random intervals. DM needed to make a stop at Home Depot so we swung in there, and at the entrance I saw the usual dirty looking person with a cardboard sign.I don't give money to panhandlers because I always get that knee jerk "I work for my money" reaction. Because I'm a bad

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-33269853099097498982011-02-08T22:37:00.001-07:002011-02-08T22:37:59.147-07:00

I get that the weather sucks. I get that you commute forty five minutes each direction. Here's the thing though. You chose to transfer here without moving. You chose to get a sitter here rather than in your home town. So when the weather sucks and you have to drive home in it with your son?I don't feel any sympathy for you, so you can stop complaining. Also when you leave early and get bored

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-2242633770273045632011-02-01T09:44:00.003-07:002011-02-01T09:46:23.052-07:00

In the last few weeks it seems like every time I turn around I'm hearing a phrase that really ought to be a name for a punk band.The best so far is a band name/album combo that DM and I discussed, so I'd like to solicit volunteers to put together the band and do the album.Because really who doesn't want to hear "It's Grape Socks doing the title song for their album Drive By Bukkake!"

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-69583795991025382712011-01-24T08:44:00.002-07:002011-01-24T08:55:49.046-07:00

So, over the last week or so I've done some traveling, a bit of heavy lifting, a touch of organizing, and acquired a second-hand cold.I flew last Tuesday, and I gotta tell you, although I didn't go through the porno scanner (entirely because the other line seemed to be moving faster until they realized that everyone was diving for the metal detector line rather than the backscatter line, and

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-29520535716131600172011-01-23T21:55:00.002-07:002011-01-23T21:57:41.585-07:00

I was just away from the 'net for a bit.Just thought ya'll might be wondering.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-26285807552898277642011-01-16T00:32:00.002-07:002011-01-16T00:49:35.184-07:00

I'm really wondering whether the FDA's big sting operation thingy, on selling cigarettes to minors (I had to read a paper on it at work, basically saying "OMG CARD EVERYBODY!!") has made it down to our area.Twice tonight I had young-ish looking people come in and want to buy tobacco products without ID.Both times they attempted to have someone else buy for them, in such a blatant manner that it

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-56383592419467062562011-01-15T00:53:00.003-07:002011-01-16T01:17:46.304-07:00

When slightly inebriated* it's a good idea not to drive your car. If you must drive your car after having two beers** it's a better idea not to breathe all over the clerk at the convenience store. When she comes down from the buzz your halitosis gave her, she'll call the po-po on your ass, cause she knows the people in this town and for the most part doesn't want them to die horribly because your

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-28301246155181877252011-01-07T11:35:00.002-07:002011-01-07T12:10:57.400-07:00

I've got one or two oh god my job posts I could do but neither of them is funny so I'm gonna leave em lay and discuss my next experiment instead.Fairly recently, DM turned me on to a wonderful drink called a Tom Collins, along with it's slightly less fruity cousin the Gin and Tonic. Until now, I've sort of been of the opinion that gin was nasty bathtub liquor that sat at the back of a cabinet

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-80402485696070869172011-01-05T15:43:00.002-07:002011-01-05T15:49:19.459-07:00

So last night I opened a roll of quarters and there was a funny sort of sound when I dumped em in my drawer. When I had a moment to look, I found one that looked a little funky to the rest.I wound up buying it out of the drawer along with a fifty cent piece (I have a standing bounty on dollar coins, fifty cent pieces, and two dollar bills with the fam) and when I got to looking just now as I

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-2852564358951946542011-01-03T22:32:00.003-07:002011-01-03T22:57:52.534-07:00

So, I have a hard time carrying a purse. It just strikes me as a pain. I carry a bag to work but that's because I've started keeping more stuff on me than I can reasonably fit in my pockets.When I carry a purse I'm likely to leave it sitting somewhere, or have to dig for ten minutes to find something, or, or, or.But here is a purse that I at least wouldn't be able to forget in a restaurant.I like

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-52001663353615682152011-01-01T21:34:00.003-07:002011-01-03T10:55:50.172-07:00

Ups and downs and ins and outs and twists to make Stephen King proud populated the last year. Great friends were seen again, new ones were made, and towards the end I found a man who can make me laugh like a crazy person, smile like a fool, and who can also challenge me in several different ways.I lost track of a couple friends, and lost a few to the grave, along with a near brother that I will

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-58112208501554457512010-12-28T12:26:00.002-07:002010-12-28T12:32:18.053-07:00

So I got an iPod Touch for Christmas (thank you fam!) and I've been playing with it since. It's actually a rather handy little piece of tech, but so far, other than having a sound track at work to help me keep from losing my mind it's mainly been the world's most expensive Scrabble game.I've been challenging everyone I can think of to games of Words With Friends, because it's fun, and because it

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-51930847153965570392010-12-25T12:33:00.002-07:002010-12-25T12:35:20.429-07:00

SIL: "No more automatic weapons until their ages are in the double digits, ok?""Santa" brought the nephews a belt-fed full-auto Nerf gun.... because Santa is awesome like that.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-31308948292656844252010-12-24T12:57:00.002-07:002010-12-24T13:16:40.220-07:00

I'm just going to do a quick update and let you get back to your holiday gatherings:Thanks to a few very kind, very generous people, The Nephews will be getting some extra Santa gifts... I'll get pictures tomorrow when they're opened and post them.Mouth is healing, slowly. Stitches inside the mouth feel REALLY weird especially when one is across the hole where a tooth used to be and vibrates like

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-72935398154921058122010-12-22T10:42:00.003-07:002010-12-22T13:53:20.325-07:00

Longtime readers probably know to what I'm referring, and if you don't, ask someone or go look it up, I don't feel like doing a recap.Last week I broke a tooth. Since it was Friday night, I wasn't going to get in to see my dentist till Monday at the earliest anyway, I decided to go ahead and go for Tuesday, which I already had scheduled off. I could suck it up that long.Called in made the

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-23795318956717282852010-12-19T20:42:00.002-07:002010-12-19T20:46:19.585-07:00

Due to lack of actual content, I was cruising the web today and came up with an excellent linky AND thinky.Meet Vi Hart, who, if she ever decided to become a math teacher, would get me to actually take another math class.Check out the doodles section of her site, that's where I've been engrossed. I have no idea what the maths actually are behind this stuff working but they do and they're fun,

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-87408819020250521282010-12-18T11:39:00.000-07:002010-12-18T11:39:00.138-07:00

I'd like to introduce ya'll to a new cast member for the tales and stories here, someone who will probably play a large enough role that he gets his own introduction and his own nickname.He's going to be an invaluable source of snark and giggles, at least for me.Ya'll say hi to Darlin' Man. We're... dating? Seeing each other? Doing an environmental impact study on the eventual possibility of our

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-29892148138113274062010-12-16T12:53:00.002-07:002010-12-16T13:17:18.701-07:00

Dear Santa,Eldest Nephew is a fantastic kid, he's considerate (most of the time, let's be honest, he's seven, he has his moments, just like any other kid) he's brilliant, with no caveat, and I'm not just saying that because he tells me every time he sees me that I'm his favorite aunt. They stopped testing his reading comprehension coming out of kindergarten when he aced the fourth grade level

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-75303259844740980462010-12-13T20:04:00.002-07:002010-12-13T20:07:44.025-07:00

"Yeah I think it's really important that... *gasp* antelope!"Yeah... Vine has an unhealthy fascination with speed goat and we're going to have to make sure he's given an opportunity to kill one or two.

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I know I've been mostly updating on Sundays, since I have Sunday off, but this weekend I'm taking a couple extra days and heading out of town, so blogging will be extremely light.Ya'll enjoy yourselves while I'm not here, but don't drink all the booze, I'm gonna need it Tuesday to console myself over having to go back to work.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-52437596736968363092010-12-08T13:02:00.003-07:002010-12-08T13:10:13.760-07:00

An update on the Great Hotsauce Challenge: It'll be broadcast live here!So, drop a few bucks for the entertainment value and go watch three people melt their innards for charity tonight at 6pm (I'm assuming eastern, if not someone correct me.) Unfortunately I'll be at work so I won't be able to watch.You know you wanna see it.

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-69015478292348825132010-12-07T16:55:00.002-07:002010-12-07T18:14:11.055-07:00

So, I've been thinking a lot lately about cover garments, and the differences between men and women trying to conceal a gun.Let's face it, if you're a man, you can probably get away with throwing a wild-ass Hawaiian print shirt over a t-shirt, and you're good. Your wife or girlfriend may sigh, but it's not that big a deal.Women, on the other hand, have further considerations. I'm not the best

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-4271793295485914072010-12-07T14:37:00.001-07:002010-12-07T14:39:02.306-07:00

Finally sat down and got the winners posted on the sidebar over there, so I'm not quite so much of a bad blogger now. Congrats to the winners!

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I got an email this morning from Brent C. the originator of the Great Hot Sauce Challenge, asking me to pimp it one more time... I can do that.Folks this is a great cause, Brent's 19 year old daughter has stepped up to the plate with him, to melt her face off right beside her dad. There is also an as yet unknown third party involved. Three people will be yelling "Come On Icecream!" In order to

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-16941966801138257182010-12-04T02:09:00.002-07:002010-12-04T02:17:29.202-07:00

Had a very long night at work and I'm attempting to be somewhat zen about it even though I'm not very good at it. Stress levels are moderately high (I'm not imagining clock towers and rifles yet, but I have fantasized about strangling people) and in an attempt to putter myself into a mental state in which I can sleep, I checked out my sitemeter.Somehow, even with the extremely sporadic posting

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-44954174879925148192010-12-03T12:36:00.002-07:002010-12-03T12:44:10.353-07:00

If you do, and you read this month's Profile, you might be wondering if you've found the right Tractor Tracks blog. Or you might already be a reader and be wondering if it's the same Farm Family.Well, the answer to both is yes. That's me, and us. If you got here because of the article, welcome, feel free to poke around, and definitely try Farmmom's recipes.I would like to say, however, that I

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-79526381682403087642010-11-29T12:11:00.002-07:002010-11-29T12:41:06.592-07:00

A chance comment sent me on a search for thigh high socks the other day, and I stumbled across the absolute best site for delightfully oddball socks.They've got everything. Thigh highs, knee highs, over-the-knee, off beat socks (who doesn't want a pair of knee high socks with faux zippers??) half-socks, toe socks, footies, they've got 'em all.I'm talking about Sock Dreams.Of course I ordered a

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-23852943641698291442010-11-28T13:35:00.005-07:002010-11-28T14:11:24.935-07:00

Wanna tease your brain? Head on over to Vine's and check out the riddle he posted. He hasn't got a right answer in comments as of this posting, so give it a whack!Meanwhile AD is pimping a Charity Challenge for a good cause, go on over and drop a buck or two if you've got it, or continue the pimpage if you don't. I approve of contests that will both provide entertainment for those lucky enough to

Farmgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-77543455051049895472010-11-19T09:00:00.002-07:002010-11-20T10:24:27.560-07:00

Last year I paid thirty five bucks for a box of .380, and I was glad to find it. Now it's more available and cheaper, with places like Sportsman's Guide offering 380 auto ammo* for around half of what I paid last year.So, is it over? Are we through the crisis or just in the eye of the storm?*Sportsman's Guide gave me money for the link, but come on, they've got .380 in stock! That's worth a

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Last week I had an interesting occurrence at work.A van pulled up to one of the pumps and everyone trooped inside without getting gas, which in and of itself is not unusual. Plenty of people pre-pay. They wandered the store for a bit, and one of them finally came up to the counter."Can I use ya'lls phone?"My coworker was watching the registers while I stocked some cigs in the display."Is it a

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For those of you using a reader, or who just aren't all that observant, there's now a poll on the sidebar to vote for your favorite quote.Vote away! I'll give at least the top three space on the sidebar, possibly more. I haven't decided yet.

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Adding to the list of outrageous quotes for everyone to vote on:"Friendly but not familiar." - Oleg Volk"Farmgirl- If I was 15 years younger, I would follow her around like a lovesick puppy..." - Stuart The Viking"FarmGirl: 2% steel, 98% Colorado mountain lion." - MattGVote for your favorites or submit your own!

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Been a couple things lately that made me go "holy crap, I'm 26!"The first actually happened about a month and a half ago, when into the store wandered someone who looked vaguely familiar, and yet unfamiliar. I watched the guy meander through the store for a few minutes trying to relax and let my brain cough up the reason I thought I recognized him.I still hadn't figured it out when he got to the

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I've had a couple questions lately about this via email, so I'll clear a couple things up real quick.I work at a chain convenience store on a major North-South highway. I work nights. Alone. I'm 5'7 and about a hundred pounds of well-packed attitude.But attitude won't save me if someone decides to rob the store. Attitude will do nothing to deter a large man if he decides he's going to put his

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Well the contest has been going for a while now, and while I'm a little sad that I've only gotten five entries, maybe these will inspire the rest of my readers to come up with their own. Here are the entries:(Edit: Got a couple more, so I'm throwing them on the end.)"The second most grabbable butt in the blogosphere." - Alan"FarmGirl: 1000% of the USRDA of whoop-ass" -Cybrus"FarmGirl: It's best

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And say thank you, today.From all of us here at the Old Homestead, to all of you Veterans out there:Remember that there are still those of us who know full well the price paid for our freedoms, in your time, your health, your limbs and lives. We mourn the loss of even one of you, and honor your sacrifices, large and small.Those who enjoy the liberties of life in this country should not forget

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I want people to keep going on the previous post, I'm finding it very interesting. But I have one idea, and one question.A lot of bloggers have quotes about themselves on their page. I'm getting kind of jealous of this, because nobody says awesome things about me. On the other hand I do try to keep my ego in check at least a little bit, so I don't want to go begging for "she's awesome" quotes. So

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The last few days I've been sick. Pretty miserable sick for a couple of days, with the full body-aches-fever-sore-throat thing, coming together to give me a general attitude of just wanting everyone to let me lay in bed and die already. Of course, I can't just lay in bed, and I've watched all of my DVD's so many times that unless I get a craving to see Save The Last Dance again (shaddap) they're

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In which a stray cat saves my entire night.I was grumpy tonight. Rather catty, even, since my help was gone at 7:30 and half of the stuff I'm not really supposed to do while I'm by myself hadn't been done. She got some stuff done for me and kudos to her for that, I appreciated it, but having to take trash out after I lock the doors on top of everything else just aggravates me.However, as I was

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