I spent about a half hour yesterday morning getting the snow blower all ready to roll. The snow really wasn’t all that deep ... maybe 5 inches or so ... but I really wanted to try out the new machine.
It took a little practice to figure out the controls. It has a lever to run the auger on the left handle, a lever to engage the drive wheels on the right handle and triggers on left & right to steer. I had some trouble getting used to it and wrenched my back a couple times trying to force it to turn when I should have used the proper controls.
Notice all the snow on clothes, hat, hair and beard? The genius operator didn’t have sense enough NOT to blow the snow into the wind. Duh?
I’ll be hauling Tracey off to the train station in Bloomington this morning. She’s going to Chicago for 2 days of meetings and brown-nosing with the bosses and won’t be home until late tomorrow evening when I pick her up at the train station again. She decided to try taking the train this time because she hates driving her car in Chicago. I don’t blame her. I don’t envy her having to make these trips every 3 months. I know the chair warmers look at these schmooze fests as an opportunity to go to the big city and goof off but I think most of the working managers like Tracey would just as soon have the time off to stay at home.
In this undated photo released by Tokyo University’s Department of Biophysics and Biochemistry Graduate School of Science, a genetically modified mouse approaches a cat in Tokyo. Using genetic engineering, scientists at Tokyo University say they have successfully switched off the rodents’ instinct to cower at the smell or presence of cats, showing that fear is genetically hardwired and not leaned through experience, as commonly believed.
(AP Photo/Ko and Reiko Kobayakawa, Tokyo University Department of Biophysics and Biochemistry Graduate School of Science, HO)
Little Johnny had a cussing problem and his father was getting tired of it. He decided to ask his shrink what to do. The shrink said “Since Christmas is coming up, you should ask Johnny what he wants Santa to bring him. If he cusses while he tells you his wish list, leave a pile of dog poop in place of the gift or gifts he requests.” Two days before Christmas, Johnny’s father asked him what he wanted for Christmas. “I want a damn teddy-bear laying right beside me when I wake-up. When I go downstairs I want to see a damn train going around the damn tree. And when I go outside I want to see a damn bike leaning up against the damn garage.”
Christmas morning, Little Johnny woke up and rolled over into a pile of dog poop. Confused, he walked down stairs and saw another pile under the tree. Scratching his head, he walked outside and saw a huge pile of dog poop by the garage. When Johnny walked back inside with a curious look on his face, his dad smiled and asked, “What did Santa bring you this year?” Johnny replied, “I think I got a dog but I can’t find the damn thing!”
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