Frog and Goat

This weekend we visited the hairdresser and were shorn. I’m so freaking happy that I have practically no hair on my head. It probably would make sense to space trips to the hairdresser a little closer together so that the heinous stack of hair would be kept at bay but that takes a lot of effort. I don’t like calling the salon because the nitwit who sometimes answers the phone has screwed up appointments before. For some reason, the better-half can call, is remembered because of his voice and the appointments go off without a hitch. I don’t call there anymore.

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Our across the street neighbor just came over and introduced herself. And, she came bearing gifts. Today is our lucky day. I guess “people in neighborhoods like these” really do care about each other.

A few days ago I ordered some new hand towels and a couple of glasses from Crate & Barrel (I always want to call them Cracker Barrel which is really pretty insulting). Today when I got home there were two boxes on the front porch from Crate & Barrel. I thought it was really weird that for that little order they’d send two boxes.

Imagine my confusion when I opened the first box and realized that this wasn’t my order. There was a card. My friend AW and family had sent us some cool bowls, a few of those silicone pot holders and, I kid you not, hand towels in the same color scheme as I had just ordered. They aren’t the same exact towels but my towels and her towels will play very nicely together.

Does my friend ROCK or what?

These images reminded me that the better-half told the following story on me last weekend so I thought I’d share with everyone else.

My family has a reputation for shooting appliances. Yep, you read that correctly. We have picked off cantankerous clock radios, a VCR or two and really anything electronic that has tried a family member’s patience. Anyone can target practice with actual targets or old cans and bottles, it takes a special brand of person to shoot appliances that have really pissed you off.

While it is always easy to just shoot the miscreant, the added fun is to call out which part really needs to die. My dad can shoot out remote sensors. I’m better at a larger surface like say a clock face. It helps growing up in nowheresville.

A few weeks ago I interviewed for a position at a local institute of higher learning. If you are familiar with Richmond, VA then you can guess which one.

Today I was offered the position. I’ll be considered faculty and will get all the perks that go along with working for a large urban university. At the time of the interview, I really wanted the job. I thought it would be cool to work there primarily because I’d get to do some projects that I’ve always been interested in (combining my interests in technology and writing). I’m still really interested. The bad side is that the money is not as much as I’d hoped for and is really only about $500 more per year than my old contracting gig.

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