It's 7 a.m. and I'm at Starbucks for a caramel latte before heading to my class. By 4 a.m. I was mixing up the dough for refrigerator cookies I'll bake tonight. Tomorrow I'll make walnut squares, and between the two I'll have that part of my Tuesday night class covered. Assuming I haven't forgotten the sugar again.
BTW, there's a TON of sugar in those cookies! IIRC, two cups of white and a cup of brown. No wonder they're good.
I'm really irritated at myself for screwing up that carpet cut for Sally's shifter. I've got a couple of possible solutions, but every other part of the install went so well that messing up the part smack dab in the middle of the car is beyond dope slap territory.
Note: the base of the console is 3" x 5". My hole is 5" x 5". You see the problem.
Because 16-year old boys like jacked up trucks the Dodge has a 4" lift kit.
That I want to get rid of.
There is no good reason for having the truck that high and it makes some things a real pain. Want to add a quart of oil? Get a step ladder. Loading a 140 lb. bale of alfalfa hay into the bed is that much harder, and it's difficult for Pam to get in and out even with the step he added.
Getting the lift "kit" out can be done, it will just be a hassle. Among other things, I don't think my jack will reach the frame so I'll have to build a platform for it to sit on.
OR....
I'm going to call a couple of places that install lift kits and make them a proposition. For the hour it will take them to remove the kit (they have everything req'd to do the work efficiently) I'll let them keep the kit to sell to the next 16-year old testosterone-laden kid. They'll sell him the free-to-them kit, charge him the normal labor fee and we'll both come out ahead.
I'll let you know if I get any takers.
People say she's beautiful, and I guess for 96 that adjective also fits. I've never thought of her as attractive or unattractive; she's my mother.
For a long time I've realized that I am no good at facial recognition and judging people's physical appearance. Last week a guy stopped me at church looking for Molly but I couldn't see her anywhere. She asked me later who it was and, while I recognized him I couldn't think of his name.
"What did he look like?"
I'm pretty sure Molly was totally frustrated with me because I couldn't tell her a thing about his appearance. Yeah, maybe 50-ish. Glasses? Color hair? Beard? No clue.
When I look at someone I know, even casually but especially if I know them well (like immediate family members) I see their personality not their appearance. I can describe how they "be" but not how they look. This is terrible, but if you asked me to describe Pam's appearance I'd do a lousy job. But I think I know her "insides" very well.
So ask me if someone is attractive and I'll give you an answer. Just don't expect to see that if you meet them.
And yes, I know some ugly people.
Do you "see" people's physical appearance? Or do you like me see their insides and almost totally miss their physical appearance?
BTW, Pam's a looker in my assessment.
It's 7 p.m. and I'm going to go bake the refrigerator cookies I put in the fridge early this morning. While they're baking I'll wash the dishes and load up my stuff for tomorrow.
I got the seat belts, rear, and driver side bucket seat installed in Sally this afternoon. The new carpet does look good in there. I almost hate to cover it up with floor mats but I also don't want it getting as filthy as it would otherwise out here in the woods. I'm still thinking about the solution to my error and will explore some options tomorrow on my way home from work. I'll also go to DMV to get the truck registered.
One of the great surprises about living in Oregon is how civil the civil employees are. They're actually courteous, almost friendly. And DMV doesn't take a half day of waiting. Michigan, you should come learn something. You too, Arizona.
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