"I spent seven hours in a beauty shop. And that was for the estimate." - Phyllis Diller

USAToday.com had an article this morning with the headline, "How much does your state spend on you?" Even though I suspected bogocity I clicked through and I wasn't disappointed.
They took the total state budget and simply divided it by the state's population.
Nonsense.
According to those numbers Oregon comes in at 10 out of 50 spending $12,130 on "me." Except in this crazy liberal state a disproportionate amount of money is spent on social programs that lead to nothing but more dependency from those who have learned to perpetually suckle at the public teat. Both houses are strong Dem majorities and the governor is a "progressive." The legislation they pass every year reflects that imbalance. And if you're wondering, this all happens because the northwest corner of the state - Portland and its suburbs - is raging blue while the rural parts of the state, consistently and solidly conservative, lack the population to counter that influence.

Eugene, home to the University of Oregon, is a min-Portland and overwhelmingly liberal. So I wasn't surprised to hear hear an intentionally altered line in last night's production. When searching for an insult one character finally called the other a Republican. The crowd laughed.

This morning I watched the last hour of today's Tour De France stage rather than the Wimbledon women's final because I didn't want to watch Venus Williams whoop on Simona Halep. That outcome was a given, except that it didn't happen that way. In a shockingly short match Halep beat Williams 6-2, 6-2. Nobody saw that coming!! And I wished I had watched the tennis match instead of cycling.
I did catch part of Halep's later press conference when I came in to use the bathroom. (First things first.) What fun. She had a big smile through the whole thing and answered each question with remarkable thoughtfulness and clarity for someone for whom English is at least a second language.
Halep is from Romania and in the course of a response to the question, "What does it mean to win this as a Romanian?" she says no Romanian woman has ever won a grand slam on grass, so she feels good about that. And then she explains that in her home country tennis is played on clay (they do well at the French Open for that reason) and there isn't a single grass court in the whole country.

I spent almost all day working on Sally. I finished all the body work, applying bondo to a few dents and then sanding the area smooth. Rinse and repeat three or four times each. After lunch I sanded all the as-yet-unpainted panels, wiped them down with mineral spirits and applied two coats of primer. Next, lightly sand the primer and start applying the color coats, probably five. That will take me well into next week. Then I'll order the parts I need, paint them (they come already primed) and start reassembly. Then color sand for 2 or 3 years.
I don't think the premier body shops in Eugene have to deal with bugs and small sticks falling into their wet paint.

Pam has decided to stay home tomorrow. Her face still looks like a train wreck and she doesn't want to field all the questions. I wouldn't either.
Don't tell her I posted this, or I'll look the same. This was taken the next day.

El Heffe started to crow about three weeks ago. He sounded pretty lame then but he's come into full voice since then. This morning I saw him doing his roosterly duties, so I guess we'll call him a man

Time to walk Buddy and do evening chores. Supper, maybe watch this morning's F1 qualifying, shower, and turn in. I need to make up for last night.