In Which I Am Reminded of an Old Injury

So last Saturday some friends and I went out to seek revenge on some coyotes for taking my buddies top producing hen.  We headed out at about 1530, sadly though it was sprinkling just before we left.  Then once we got out in the fields the wind picked up.  This killed us two ways, our sent was stronger from the rain, the wind would blow out the sound of the calls.  The wind though would also help dampen the scent since it was fast enough.

This also ignores the fact that the previous two days were gorgeous and thus they would bed down at the sign of inclement weather.

Well we park on the back side of the hill, grab our rifles and start climbing up.  All was well until we got off the CRP grass and into the muddy hill side.  Each step moved me I swear a couple inches for the same amount of work to go feet vertically.  I reached the top, winded but alive.  But alas we needed to move further down the ridge without sky lining.  Now I’m walking on uneven terrain and of course the outside ankle is the one that took a lashing in the auto wreck.  When I say lashing, I mean just getting a bad sprain would have been a better day.

Well of course I just put on my hiking boots, not my Danner’s, so today my ankle has been killing me.  Overall I think it is because a few muscles from the break along with the damaged tendons and ligaments just have never fully healed.  There’s no question my ankle is strong though there seems to be one or two muscles that need some extra work.  At least now I know exactly which muscle is in trouble and how to work it.

Doubly annoying is that none of the Wiley bastards showed themselves.  All I got was this nice picture of the sunset.


As the sun got lower we gave up and started running around the property in the vehicle to see if we could flush them out… Still no joy.  when the weather cooperates though, that pack is going to be toast.

At least I know of another way to get some exercise around here… I really miss living close to a pool.

On Giving Blood

So it’s been making the rounds as of late as noted by A Girl, she does seem to be a conversation starter.  Here’s the post that started it all.

I figured I’d chime in since A Girl did mention me and my text to her.  You see I’ve had someone else’s blood going through my veins as well as the wife.  You see we had a pretty nasty wreck at one point with bad enough injuries that yes, blood loss was a serious concern.  My wife had no appetite and was a total, how do I put this nicely, equivalent of a cranky female dog.  After giving her 2 units of blood, her attitude and appetite shifted immensely and immediately.

Total I ended up getting 3 units of blood, two while in surgery and then an additional one a couple of days later since I was obviously a little low in the gas tank.  A pulmonary embolism did not help in that department.

But overall those two incidents pale in comparison to what happened with my Father-In-Law.  Let’s just say there was an industrial accident and just about everything below the knee on one leg was hamburger by the time it over.  Reflexes saved him overall so the damage was done to the leg and not the torso.  But he now had an open valve on the lower leg.  He was airlifted to the hospital and ended up getting 8 units of blood.  The human body contains 10-12 and loss of life occurs at approximately 5.  Yes, you should now understand the full gravity of that situation.

He even got some Edison medicine to keep everything going while en-route*.  Given the severity of the trauma and his condition, I can tell you with great certainty there was one particular blood type used in that instance.  In this case it was the universal donor and life saver, O-, without it the story would have had a much different ending.

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This picture would have looked considerably different without blood donations.**

So, if you donate blood. Thank You! If you have never tried, think about it.  It doesn’t require any special skills or abilities, but quite easily you could save a life and not even know it.  It is most definitely worth it and more people are affected by it that most probably realize.

*I asked to double check, neither TMW or her dad can remember exactly.  I do remember hearing the story for the first time and promptly chuckling and saying, “And my dad wondered often if the work he did actually made a difference and there’s a reason he preferred to work on medical equipment.”  More specifically my dad worked on the Life Pack series of defibrillators from Physio Control. That sticks out enough I’m reasonably sure yes he was shocked, but it was a minor player in the story, because without the blood it wouldn’t have mattered.

**I realize I look like a grump in this picture.  It is honestly what happens if you take my sunglasses and put me in sun light and then face me towards the sun.  The act of squinting makes me look like a pissed off Gorilla… Not that I mind that look, it’s just yes, it was my wedding day, and yes I was happy… SEE!

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Look very carefully in between us…. Kitty! This kitty actually.

If you look closely there’s something that resembles a smile across my face… It’s just not really visible in most of the photos.

Oh Hell!

So last week we lost the last fish in one of our fish tanks.  It was sad but the tank never fully recovered after we got some bad fish and ick ran wild.  That incident crushed the morale for the wife and I on the tanks.  When the last fish died I felt bad because the last fish was a beautiful Plecostomus.  One which we named Gunga Din. So we started disassembling the tank to fully clean it and scrub it down.  The wife and I are wanting to only deal with one tank at this point.

We finish cleaning and scrubbing it down and we get under the other tank and well crap, some food fell over.  I reach in to clean it up, why is my hand wet?  There should be no water here.  Oh !@#$.  I start running my hands around the canister filter and discover a small drip leak out of the return line.

I promptly turn off the pump close the intake and return valves and drain the lines.  Ends up a seal on the return line came loose.  I’m not sure how long the leak was going on but feeling the carpet behind the tank provided an immediate “oh fudge” moment.  Except I didn’t say fudge.

We promptly got the other tank set back up and moved the fish over, we didn’t put any of the stone in the transfer tank since it’s temporary.  We got the fish moved last night and the tank empty so I could move the stand.  Below is what our front entry way looks like now.



Putting the carpet back down is going to be a pain in the ass, but it definitely needed to come up along with the pad.  Re-stapling the pad will be easy since I have an pneumatic stapler.

So, I didn’t really take pictures of it, but you can see my cat sitting on top of the base of the tank.  It’s currently upside down.  Before we put the tank back in place I will be making some modifications to the base.  First up I will be lining the interior of the bottom in plastic.  This way any leak becomes obvious as we go in and out of the cabinet.  Secondly it will prevent it from getting into the carpet.

The other alteration will be putting a back on the cabinet.  One particular cat likes to try and get in where she isn’t supposed to be.  This will help solve that problem.  It’s been on the list of things to do but never had a reason to fully drain the tank.  This also allows us to rearrange the front entry.

Fish tanks are awesome, they’re pretty, and they’re a big pain in the ass.  They do help keep one particular kitty cat entertained and out of trouble… some of the time.

I Want to Return This Monday…

It’s apparently defective.

So I wake up this morning earlier than usual, why, because the weather outside is nasty and the wife would rather I drive in with her.  IE she sits in the passenger seat while I drive through the snow.

The drive in is fine, evidently we were not far behind the plow as we caught up with him in Pullman.  So I think, well it’s not going to be that bad today.

Drop the wife off, get to work, and evidently my keys did not actually make it into my pocket.  They’re either hiding in my rig or the 6 inches of powder on the ground.  I’ve gone around the rig many times and haven’t found them so I’m hoping they’re in the rig.  (Strike 1)*

Thankfully the wife has her keys with her so all is not lost.

Get into work, sit down at my desk and move my computer mouse.  Screen doesn’t turn on, odd I left it on over the weekend.  Push the power button, nothing happens.  Unplug and plug it back in, nothing.  Push the PSU reset, nothing.  It appears at this point my PSU is DED dead.  (Strike 2)

And to top it off I get to sit around waiting for the wife to finish her staff meeting tonight instead of just going home.  I have a strange feeling tomorrow, I’m not going to want to get out of bed.  I’m hoping I don’t get a 3rd strike today, it will make it exceptionally miserable.

Update: Found the little bastard in 6 inches of powder.  Wohoo for stepping on them and activating the keyfob.

Update 2: And I get to spend 4 hours in a meeting tomorrow. *Headdesk* Someone please make the bad man stop.  A few of you know the hell that is this type of meeting… You know who you are.

Quote of the Day–Unknown (01/06/2013)

I felt that in my balls.


For full context:

[Yeah, that was awesome and I’m sure he did.  Funny story about that…

For you see, when I was about 4 years old my dad took me to an airshow.  This the day after I broke my ankle by repeatedly doing something stupid.  It was probably about the 10th time that I broke it but I digress.

You see it wasn’t a major break, didn’t swell up, I could still walk on it, it just hurt.  So when my dad took me to the airshow the next day I just rode around on his shoulders everywhere.  None of us knew it was broken until the next day when I had X-rays because it wasn’t getting better.

At some point during the day, I’m sitting on my dads shoulders and I point to the horizon.  Coming in just above the deck are two A-6’s hauling ass like there’s no tomorrow.    The go directly over us so close I could swear I could touch them.  If you’ve never seen a jet do a flyby it is loud and you can feel that through your whole body.

So there I am, sitting on my fathers shoulders, A-6’s are hauling ass over head and I am a small boy with no verbal filter.  Does anyone want to guess what kind of statement I made?  Anyone?  Bueller?

I said the following once the jets were far enough away:

Daddy, that made my penis tingle!

Before my dad even has a chance to erupt into laughter, the woman standing in front of him turns around and gives this nasty glare and says, “Sir, are you going to correct your son?”

To why my dad then replies along the lines of, “Why?  It’s the correct response for the son of a naval flight officer, and that boy knows what he likes!”

Yeah, I hated that story growing up… It was one of my dad’s favorites, I have since begun  to appreciate it and understand why. ~sigh~ –B]

Well, its not broken…

My thumb that is.

See, No Breaks!

See, No Breaks!

I can’t say  the same about my laptop though.

Last Friday ( 12.28.2012) my laptop decided to go tango-uniform.  The stupid CPU decided to overheat and die.  The crappy part is I hadn’t backed it up in a while.  Hopefully when the new stuff comes in to build a new computer my darling husband will be able to retrieve the lost information.  I don’t recommend AMD CPUs.  My husband says this is yet another data point for him in the negative.

Then, to top it all off, my left hand got smashed in the sliding door of a mini van while at work the following day.  Hence the reason I have the X-ray above.

F*ckin' Really?!

F*ckin’ Really?!

What makes this really bad is the fact that my left hand is my good, working hand.   My right hand is not fully functional due to radial nerve palsy from the car accident.   Having both hands down really sucks, between them I have 1 full hand.   Sadly I still need to wear a splint with a thumb spica for the next couple weeks.

Sometimes, when it rains, it pours and now I can’t play my flute or continue my new adventure into learning to play a violin… which I should probably blog.

And thank you to my husband for acting as my dictatorial machine and as my editor correcting grammar and the like.  Not to mention the pictures too, he made me look pretty.

Another Revolution around the Glowing Orb

So we close out another year here at the windy castle on the plateau.  It’s been a big year for the blog.

Last January I switched hosting providers and finished up the rest of the transitions last November.  In June probably the biggest change occurred, I moved from Drupal to WordPress.

Here’s some quick stats though on this year:

I haven’t done a lot of planning for how I want to expand the blog in this next year.   I have a few ideas and I want to grow the video side of the blog as well. 

Some of you have probably noticed I have ads on the blog now.  My goal is to subsidize the cost of the hosting and possibly buy me a lunch from time to time.  I’m trying to make sure that they are where they will generate revenue but also stay out of the way.  Up until last month the blog has been running at a loss for me since I ran it ad free.  There is a nice part of being ad free, but at the same time it’s burning a hole in my pocket and I would rather buy toys and review them or have extra ammo to  train with.

This next year I’ve got a pile of stuff on the plate, including a possible/probable trip to visit a friend.  Neither the wife or I want to deal with the TSA and we need to chat with a travel agent about prices as well for what we’re thinking about doing.

So since it’s New Year’s eve, here’s Auld Lange in probably one of the best versions I’ve heard:

h/t To Caleb on that one.  And you thought I was all rock and violin didn’t you?

The World is Not Ending Tomorrow…

You want to know how I know, it’s quite simple really.  29 years ago tomorrow hell froze over, a blizzard hit the Pacific Northwest and made the Seattle area down right miserable.

In the middle of all that misery I punched through my moms uterus and abdominal wall that I can only hope looked something like this:

Dance and all!

I was born defying all the odds, weighing in at a whopping 4 lbs 2 oz and was 6 weeks early(I was reminded it was actually 6.5).  My mom still refers to me as her gift from god.  I know there are certainly some people in this world who wouldn’t consider me a gift.  Frankly I don’t care, there’s a phrase I’d use to describe it but some would consider it gratuitous in its use of expletives.  The gentler version is “Screw ’em”

So for all of you who think the world ends tomorrow, I hate to break it to you but it wont, at best that process actually began 29 years ago.  For some their political end is at hand, and I will have no heartburn at all if some how my name comes up yet again before them, repeatedly, until they crash into the wall so hard they disappear into the wastebasket of history.

It is kind of nice though that by the age of 28 I became despised and called out, by name, by some of the most despicable people I’ve ever seen or heard of.  Yeah, this year was a good year, now I just need to best it next year.