Speaker on?
He turns into a big kid around the animals.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
My Day (or) Why I Hate The Department Of Planning
Yup - time for Mr. Crankypants again.
I heard on the news last week that the city is reducing staff at Ye Old Permit Office. Well, this makes sense - no money floating around means no new buildings being built and equals no need for permits. I did not however think of the downstream impact. I went downtown last week to get a simple permit to install an exhaust fan. No big deal. There are different kinds of permits. 'Over The Counter' for simple stuff, and Full Plan Review for more complex jobs. (i.e. leave your first born) One type of the OTC permits is called a 'Subject To Field Inspection' or STFI - yes, they call it a 'Stiffy', it's supposed to be the simplified permit to save us all money.
There are a myriad of rules applicable to each type of permit. The Department of Planing posts these rules on what the call 'Customer Assistance Memos' or CAM's. Now these rules are all suppose to be followed for each permit but once you've been getting permits for a while you learn which pieces of information you really need as opposed to what's in the CAM. And by 'learn' I mean you get tired of watching the counter staff tear apart your permit application packet, tossing what they don't feel they need. It's completely arbitrary how they enforce the rules and totally depends on who you get at the counter. Oh, and just to make it interesting they can, and do change the rules at their whim and do not update the CAM or notify their customers.
Woe to those who might be tempted to point out to the ridiculous-ness of it all to the counter staff, your going to have to deal with these folks again. Believe it or not these people know me, and pretend to like me. Lovely.
So I go in last week with my dinky little permit application for a job that has a total cost under a $1000. The first new twist is that they now require a schematic drawing of the work. The dude hands me a blank sheet of paper. (?) He thinks I can scratch this out on the counter. Like I have all the measurements in my head. (???) Not knowing any of the details of the job, I tuck tail and head back to the office. Jay will have to draw them up. So we get that together and I go back in today with my little drawing and application packet and I'm told that I also need the legal description of the property. Ok, I can handle that. It's on the application form, always has been, no matter that they've never required it before. The gal gives me the phone number of the city agency that has that information. So after dialing the number and wading through the 7 part telephone dialing tree. I get to the right department and I'm told the description is too long to give out over the phone. I'll need to look it up online and print it out. The funny part you ask? They are asking me for information that they already have in their own computer system!
So! Fine. I head back to my house as it's closer than the office and print out my legal descriptions and go back to the permit office. Now bear in mind the cost of the permit and the labor to get them is charged to the customer. So the city has just cost the customer double my labor on top of the permit cost that is already about 1/5 of the total project. What it really comes down to is they're positions are under scrutiny so they are going to go by the book the whole way. If it takes twice as long to get a permit, fine it's no matter to them. It's job security.
I finally leave victorious with my permit in hand and start the climb back up the 8, long, up hill blocks, in the rain, to my car. I'm with in sight of it. I've almost made it and...
a pigeon poops on me.
I'm certain it's in the employ of The City of Seattle Department of Planning and Development.
The End.
I heard on the news last week that the city is reducing staff at Ye Old Permit Office. Well, this makes sense - no money floating around means no new buildings being built and equals no need for permits. I did not however think of the downstream impact. I went downtown last week to get a simple permit to install an exhaust fan. No big deal. There are different kinds of permits. 'Over The Counter' for simple stuff, and Full Plan Review for more complex jobs. (i.e. leave your first born) One type of the OTC permits is called a 'Subject To Field Inspection' or STFI - yes, they call it a 'Stiffy', it's supposed to be the simplified permit to save us all money.
There are a myriad of rules applicable to each type of permit. The Department of Planing posts these rules on what the call 'Customer Assistance Memos' or CAM's. Now these rules are all suppose to be followed for each permit but once you've been getting permits for a while you learn which pieces of information you really need as opposed to what's in the CAM. And by 'learn' I mean you get tired of watching the counter staff tear apart your permit application packet, tossing what they don't feel they need. It's completely arbitrary how they enforce the rules and totally depends on who you get at the counter. Oh, and just to make it interesting they can, and do change the rules at their whim and do not update the CAM or notify their customers.
Woe to those who might be tempted to point out to the ridiculous-ness of it all to the counter staff, your going to have to deal with these folks again. Believe it or not these people know me, and pretend to like me. Lovely.
So I go in last week with my dinky little permit application for a job that has a total cost under a $1000. The first new twist is that they now require a schematic drawing of the work. The dude hands me a blank sheet of paper. (?) He thinks I can scratch this out on the counter. Like I have all the measurements in my head. (???) Not knowing any of the details of the job, I tuck tail and head back to the office. Jay will have to draw them up. So we get that together and I go back in today with my little drawing and application packet and I'm told that I also need the legal description of the property. Ok, I can handle that. It's on the application form, always has been, no matter that they've never required it before. The gal gives me the phone number of the city agency that has that information. So after dialing the number and wading through the 7 part telephone dialing tree. I get to the right department and I'm told the description is too long to give out over the phone. I'll need to look it up online and print it out. The funny part you ask? They are asking me for information that they already have in their own computer system!
So! Fine. I head back to my house as it's closer than the office and print out my legal descriptions and go back to the permit office. Now bear in mind the cost of the permit and the labor to get them is charged to the customer. So the city has just cost the customer double my labor on top of the permit cost that is already about 1/5 of the total project. What it really comes down to is they're positions are under scrutiny so they are going to go by the book the whole way. If it takes twice as long to get a permit, fine it's no matter to them. It's job security.
I finally leave victorious with my permit in hand and start the climb back up the 8, long, up hill blocks, in the rain, to my car. I'm with in sight of it. I've almost made it and...
a pigeon poops on me.
I'm certain it's in the employ of The City of Seattle Department of Planning and Development.
The End.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Weekend stew with just a dash of goat
In the end Bess delivered 3 kids still born. We took her back into the vet on Saturday morning as she wasn't standing. She'd developed toxemia that was making her joints sore. The Doc gave her a shot of antihistamine which seemed to do the trick. She's doing much better now. She looks impossibly skinny. It's hard to believe that's how she normally looks. Belle is doing just fine. She looks all sturdy and motherly. Bess was just too small.
After that fun Bear and I took a walk down to Kuboto Garden. We walked down through the woods rather then driving around. Walking through our/the woods give you a healthy respect for forestry management. It's just a jungle. It was hard to keep to the path. It was pretty easy to navigate just a couple of years ago. Now it's so over grown and has so many downed trees. It's not exactly a safe place to walk. A few years ago when we were down the a sudden wind storm came up and started blowing the trees hard enough to send a limb crashing down on poor Bear. At least we know now to get the hec out of there when it's windy. The walk was good exercise but that was about it. The garden does have a lot of exotic and unique plants but it's still way too early.
I got back to the house, showered and called my friend Lorrie to go meet me for lunch. We didn't have a plan but ended up at 13 Coins since it was close to where we met up. It's a old local chain of about 4 or 5 restaurants. It was one of 'the' upscale places our parents used to take us for 'grown up' meals and special occasions. Going there typically meant we kids would get wine with dinner. The one we went to is near the Seattle Times building. It's got that old hack reporter kind of feel to it. I'm sure if you go to the bar at 5:00 on any weekday you can find the newsroom crew all there drinking scotch. Some things never change. We had a nice lunch talking about our families. I'd been carrying around one of their gift cards for over a year and only remembered it as we were eating. I gave it to the waiter when we paid the bill thinking it would have had most of the 'gift' whittled away over time. We were pleasantly surprised when the waiter came back and told us it covered our lunch with 1 penny left over. I kept the card for good luck and tipped the waiter like 45%. After that we wandered around a couple of my favorite antique stores. Nothing insisted on coming home with me. It's always that way we I actually have money to spend. Which I don't. Cuz it should stay in the bank. I just have to keep telling myself that.
Got back to the house and helped Jay build a new shelter for Mr. Deeds. He's now got his own paddock now near the top of the hill with his new house smack dab in the middle of it. The house was Jay's design, scratched out on a piece of plywood as he built it. It's about 4' wide and 8' long with 5' side walls and a very steeply peaked roof. It's big enough to get inside comfortably enough to clean it. With the peaked roof it looks like a small clapboard church. I teased Jay that I was going to put a cross on the top with a sign out front reading: 'The Right Reverend Mr. Deeds'. He didn't think I was too funny. But, a couple of hours later when he asked me what color he should paint it he didn't even pick up on it when I said white. Some times it's just too easy, like taking candy from a baby. I'll have to make the cross and the sign here at work on the QT while he's out in the field. - pictures soon.
I never did hear from Bruce this weekend. I assume he got caught in up having fun. I'll bug him later for details on who he saw (at least the people I know) and how everyone is. He was here to see old theater friends, either those that are still here in Seattle or those who went to NY or LA and are back licking their wounds. Which is a common thing for actors here in Seattle, I mean it's a good home base to come back to for them when times get tough. For me they're people who it's nice to see once in a while but not people I want in my everyday life. It's simple enough: Theater people = drama.
Now it's Monday, post lunch and I'd better scratch up some busy work to do or it's going to be a long afternoon.
Be good, and play well with others.
After that fun Bear and I took a walk down to Kuboto Garden. We walked down through the woods rather then driving around. Walking through our/the woods give you a healthy respect for forestry management. It's just a jungle. It was hard to keep to the path. It was pretty easy to navigate just a couple of years ago. Now it's so over grown and has so many downed trees. It's not exactly a safe place to walk. A few years ago when we were down the a sudden wind storm came up and started blowing the trees hard enough to send a limb crashing down on poor Bear. At least we know now to get the hec out of there when it's windy. The walk was good exercise but that was about it. The garden does have a lot of exotic and unique plants but it's still way too early.
I got back to the house, showered and called my friend Lorrie to go meet me for lunch. We didn't have a plan but ended up at 13 Coins since it was close to where we met up. It's a old local chain of about 4 or 5 restaurants. It was one of 'the' upscale places our parents used to take us for 'grown up' meals and special occasions. Going there typically meant we kids would get wine with dinner. The one we went to is near the Seattle Times building. It's got that old hack reporter kind of feel to it. I'm sure if you go to the bar at 5:00 on any weekday you can find the newsroom crew all there drinking scotch. Some things never change. We had a nice lunch talking about our families. I'd been carrying around one of their gift cards for over a year and only remembered it as we were eating. I gave it to the waiter when we paid the bill thinking it would have had most of the 'gift' whittled away over time. We were pleasantly surprised when the waiter came back and told us it covered our lunch with 1 penny left over. I kept the card for good luck and tipped the waiter like 45%. After that we wandered around a couple of my favorite antique stores. Nothing insisted on coming home with me. It's always that way we I actually have money to spend. Which I don't. Cuz it should stay in the bank. I just have to keep telling myself that.
Got back to the house and helped Jay build a new shelter for Mr. Deeds. He's now got his own paddock now near the top of the hill with his new house smack dab in the middle of it. The house was Jay's design, scratched out on a piece of plywood as he built it. It's about 4' wide and 8' long with 5' side walls and a very steeply peaked roof. It's big enough to get inside comfortably enough to clean it. With the peaked roof it looks like a small clapboard church. I teased Jay that I was going to put a cross on the top with a sign out front reading: 'The Right Reverend Mr. Deeds'. He didn't think I was too funny. But, a couple of hours later when he asked me what color he should paint it he didn't even pick up on it when I said white. Some times it's just too easy, like taking candy from a baby. I'll have to make the cross and the sign here at work on the QT while he's out in the field. - pictures soon.
I never did hear from Bruce this weekend. I assume he got caught in up having fun. I'll bug him later for details on who he saw (at least the people I know) and how everyone is. He was here to see old theater friends, either those that are still here in Seattle or those who went to NY or LA and are back licking their wounds. Which is a common thing for actors here in Seattle, I mean it's a good home base to come back to for them when times get tough. For me they're people who it's nice to see once in a while but not people I want in my everyday life. It's simple enough: Theater people = drama.
Now it's Monday, post lunch and I'd better scratch up some busy work to do or it's going to be a long afternoon.
Be good, and play well with others.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Goatie Update
Sad news this morning. Bess, the smaller brown goat miscarried overnight. We were concerned last night because she was panting quite a bit. We weren't sure it meant problems not having gone through this before, but we had separated Mr. Deeds, the billy away from the does. Anyway, Jay is quite sad. We're not full-fledged farmers yet so a few tears were shed. He was really looking forward to the babies. Belle, the larger gray doe is doing fine. She's bigger in size and appears to be only carrying one. I suspect Bess just wasn't big enough to carry two but I don't really know. Jay's headed back home now to take her to the vets office.
On to other things...
I called Bruce this morning and left him a message that I would indeed pick him up, all joking aside. I haven't heard back from him. Not to worry. The man's never had to work a day in his life. He can figure it out. Jay and he get along just fine. Even though they somewhat overlapped in my life if you follow my drift. Bruce was and is a great man. One of the smartest people I've ever known. He's nine years older then me and we were just at different places in our lives when we broke up. At the end he was moving to Hollywood and I knew LA wasn't my kind of town. Bruce was a playwright when we were together and I saw enough of the Seattle THEATAH scene to know I never wanted to live in Hollywood. Bruce has gone on to become an independent film producer, meaning he's (so far) produced one independent film. He has over the years sold a few treatments to the networks but nothing that produced any credits for him. More like story pieces and parts that were developed into other scripts.
Anyway - I knew at the time that I wanted something like what Jay and I have and that's were I went. At the end of our relationship, as well as through most of it, Bruce was out of the country more than he was in it. I met Jay when he was working on a play in Edinburgh for six months. When he got back, it just made sense to end it. He left for LA a few month later but has always been part of my family. My Mom & Sis still think of him as a son and brother. I'm the one in the hot seat when ever Jay and Bruce are together as they end up picking on me. But then I do make myself an easy target.
On the work front were muddling through. We've shuffled the deck on roles and responsibilities and the guys are pitching in to get the work done with our new open position. Unfortunately we're finding the quality of work the ex-employee had been doing wasn't good. We're finding more and more issues out in the field. The kind of stuff that wouldn't happen if the man had his mind on his job. I knew in my gut things weren't going right in the field and I should have acted sooner - dang it - We cycle through the commercial customers every 90 days so I'm sure well find more. Not exactly the time I want to be issuing a bunch of credits but there you have it. We're a small company and pride ourselves on doing quality work so this kind of thing hurts. Luckily it didn't get to the point where customers are complaining and hopefully we can put everything right quickly.
I just got a call from Jay and I need to run some parts out to the field. So no time to edit this so sorry for any mistakes.
Yay! ROADTRIP! and it's a sunny day! - Hope your day's going good.
XOXOBC
On to other things...
I called Bruce this morning and left him a message that I would indeed pick him up, all joking aside. I haven't heard back from him. Not to worry. The man's never had to work a day in his life. He can figure it out. Jay and he get along just fine. Even though they somewhat overlapped in my life if you follow my drift. Bruce was and is a great man. One of the smartest people I've ever known. He's nine years older then me and we were just at different places in our lives when we broke up. At the end he was moving to Hollywood and I knew LA wasn't my kind of town. Bruce was a playwright when we were together and I saw enough of the Seattle THEATAH scene to know I never wanted to live in Hollywood. Bruce has gone on to become an independent film producer, meaning he's (so far) produced one independent film. He has over the years sold a few treatments to the networks but nothing that produced any credits for him. More like story pieces and parts that were developed into other scripts.
Anyway - I knew at the time that I wanted something like what Jay and I have and that's were I went. At the end of our relationship, as well as through most of it, Bruce was out of the country more than he was in it. I met Jay when he was working on a play in Edinburgh for six months. When he got back, it just made sense to end it. He left for LA a few month later but has always been part of my family. My Mom & Sis still think of him as a son and brother. I'm the one in the hot seat when ever Jay and Bruce are together as they end up picking on me. But then I do make myself an easy target.
On the work front were muddling through. We've shuffled the deck on roles and responsibilities and the guys are pitching in to get the work done with our new open position. Unfortunately we're finding the quality of work the ex-employee had been doing wasn't good. We're finding more and more issues out in the field. The kind of stuff that wouldn't happen if the man had his mind on his job. I knew in my gut things weren't going right in the field and I should have acted sooner - dang it - We cycle through the commercial customers every 90 days so I'm sure well find more. Not exactly the time I want to be issuing a bunch of credits but there you have it. We're a small company and pride ourselves on doing quality work so this kind of thing hurts. Luckily it didn't get to the point where customers are complaining and hopefully we can put everything right quickly.
I just got a call from Jay and I need to run some parts out to the field. So no time to edit this so sorry for any mistakes.
Yay! ROADTRIP! and it's a sunny day! - Hope your day's going good.
XOXOBC
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The Ex
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Monday, February 16, 2009 11:14:36 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Visit
Hey Bradley -- I'll be in Seattle Thursday night this week through
Monday afternoon next week.. Not that you care. XXXOOO Bruce.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 8:16 AM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Oh, but I do care. - Oddly enough I kind of already knew you were coming. I was driving around at lunch yesterday and was thinking of you and just knew. Make some time to see me would ya ?
I deserve an iphone more then you do, but I do love you.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: bxxxxxx@comcast.net
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 12:18:08 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
Well, sure of course I'll make time to see you. As a matter of fact, here's our first date: SEATAC 1020PM thrusday evening. You, me, my luggage and your car. It'll be fun!
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 1:19 PM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
I hear the Orange cabs are nice and comfy. I can come get you if you need me - but it is a school night.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 3:05:18 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
You're back in school? Good for you! What are you studying? Are you going for your BA or AA? You see? It's never too late.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 3:19 PM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Of course it's not too late. I'm still YOUNG.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 3:32:52 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
Exactly. 1020 isn't too late. See you then. Or did you mean something else like 46 is the new 25? I can just see you stamping your little foot now.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 3:40 PM, bxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Make sure you have cab fare this time.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 3:43:11 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
You know, if you don't start being nice I'm not going to let you come pick me up.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 3:46 PM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Bullshit, you'd let any man pick you up.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 4:11:04 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
All right that's it. Now I demand ypunpick me up.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
On Feb 17, 2009, at 4:14 PM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Now who's stomping their little foot?
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Monday, February 16, 2009 11:14:36 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Visit
Hey Bradley -- I'll be in Seattle Thursday night this week through
Monday afternoon next week.. Not that you care. XXXOOO Bruce.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 8:16 AM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Oh, but I do care. - Oddly enough I kind of already knew you were coming. I was driving around at lunch yesterday and was thinking of you and just knew. Make some time to see me would ya ?
I deserve an iphone more then you do, but I do love you.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: bxxxxxx@comcast.net
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 12:18:08 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
Well, sure of course I'll make time to see you. As a matter of fact, here's our first date: SEATAC 1020PM thrusday evening. You, me, my luggage and your car. It'll be fun!
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 1:19 PM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
I hear the Orange cabs are nice and comfy. I can come get you if you need me - but it is a school night.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 3:05:18 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
You're back in school? Good for you! What are you studying? Are you going for your BA or AA? You see? It's never too late.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 3:19 PM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Of course it's not too late. I'm still YOUNG.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 3:32:52 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
Exactly. 1020 isn't too late. See you then. Or did you mean something else like 46 is the new 25? I can just see you stamping your little foot now.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 3:40 PM, bxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Make sure you have cab fare this time.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 3:43:11 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
You know, if you don't start being nice I'm not going to let you come pick me up.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
----
On Feb 17, 2009, at 3:46 PM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Bullshit, you'd let any man pick you up.
----- Original Message -----
From: "BRUCE XXXXX"
To: "XXXXX BRAD"
Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2009 4:11:04 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Visit
All right that's it. Now I demand ypunpick me up.
Sent from my iPhone, me, mine, Bruce Xxxxx.
On Feb 17, 2009, at 4:14 PM, bxxxxxx@comcast.net wrote:
Now who's stomping their little foot?
Friday, February 13, 2009
I (Heart) You
Happy Valentine's Day!
And if it's not your cup of tea as far as holidays go, at least have fun laughing at the moon-struck lovers.
It's been a rough week, full of drama. Count yourself lucky that it's work crap and I really shouldn't blog it here. Past lessons learned and all. Enough to say that one more employee has volunteered them self to the unemployment line.
Fudgesicles! (my favorite new swear word)
Help Wanted...
Have a great weekend.
XOXO-BC
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
"Let's Do The Time Warp Again..."
We had our staff meeting down at the new office this morning. I guess it was the first morning I'd been in there when the sun was shining. The space fills up with sunlight. My office is on the side of the warehouse that gets the morning sun. I'll have to get some African Violet's for my window sill.
I'm really going to like the new space. Closer to home and so much more room. We passed inspections on the mechanical (HVAC) systems and electrical last week. We dang well had better pass the mechanical since that's our business. Next up is the structural inspection and we can start closing up the walls, sheet rock, paint and move!
We were suppose to have moved in Dec. I should know by now these things always take longer then planned. Jay and I have remodeled two house together and there are always delays. We lived in the upstairs of our old house for over a year while we stripped 80 years of paint off the wood work. I'll have to look for some old pics of that and post them. That was our place downtown, built in 1908 it was a wreck when we bought it. Six years later, and a hec of a lot of elbow grease and we sold it for more than twice what we paid. Of course that was back in the glory days of real estate. I must be missing that house, I've changed the subject and got totally lost in what I was saying....anyway...
Lolli found some old pictures of us from high school and posted them on Facebook. That's me in the brown. Lolli is my date, seated in front of me. Homecoming 1980.
Oddly, I still have the dance photographers version of this pic. Look at that hair!
This is most of our old highschool group. I still see all of them with the exception of Dennis and Denise to my right. Lolli's Dad took the picture in two snaps as you can see. Hello 1970's decor!
Here I look about 5 years younger than the first pic but it's from the same time. My friend Lorrie's standing next to me. Lorrie and I went shopping last Saturday. She still looks the same. Bitch. Kerry is seated with the blonde hair and bangs. I had the biggest crush on her at the time. She was the ultimate of cool in my book back then.
Again, look at my hair! Lordy.
It's noon now, and I've got nothing done so far today so I best get cracking. But hey! at least I got something posted.
I'm really going to like the new space. Closer to home and so much more room. We passed inspections on the mechanical (HVAC) systems and electrical last week. We dang well had better pass the mechanical since that's our business. Next up is the structural inspection and we can start closing up the walls, sheet rock, paint and move!
We were suppose to have moved in Dec. I should know by now these things always take longer then planned. Jay and I have remodeled two house together and there are always delays. We lived in the upstairs of our old house for over a year while we stripped 80 years of paint off the wood work. I'll have to look for some old pics of that and post them. That was our place downtown, built in 1908 it was a wreck when we bought it. Six years later, and a hec of a lot of elbow grease and we sold it for more than twice what we paid. Of course that was back in the glory days of real estate. I must be missing that house, I've changed the subject and got totally lost in what I was saying....anyway...
Lolli found some old pictures of us from high school and posted them on Facebook. That's me in the brown. Lolli is my date, seated in front of me. Homecoming 1980.
Oddly, I still have the dance photographers version of this pic. Look at that hair!
This is most of our old highschool group. I still see all of them with the exception of Dennis and Denise to my right. Lolli's Dad took the picture in two snaps as you can see. Hello 1970's decor!
Here I look about 5 years younger than the first pic but it's from the same time. My friend Lorrie's standing next to me. Lorrie and I went shopping last Saturday. She still looks the same. Bitch. Kerry is seated with the blonde hair and bangs. I had the biggest crush on her at the time. She was the ultimate of cool in my book back then.
Again, look at my hair! Lordy.
It's noon now, and I've got nothing done so far today so I best get cracking. But hey! at least I got something posted.
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