I would watch only to find out if they are secretly renting out their spaces on Sunday as holy ghost kitchens.
And with no more competition, they'll go all fancy. Makes one wonder where you'd be able to get a decent burger anymore.
As a lay woman, this is what I thought too. Expansion keeps going until 0°K is reached for everything. And also happy to be enlightened if this is outdated, muddled, just plain wrong.
"Give-a-shitter"
Lol
I may borrow this.
The only time I've ever acted on one of these prospecting doorbell rings was when we had 2 feet of snow to shovel and the neighborhood teens were trying to earn some extra cash.
Ebay will (or used to) tell you when your account started. July 97 for me. I remember when i could skim through all of the auctions, on my lunchbreak.
Taking turns nicely at a zipper merge. No horns necessary!
I was on the beltway one night in a construction zone. They had jersey walls (concrete barriers) instead of cones and barrels to shift traffic. The SUV in front of me had not been weaving or worrying me at all when it drifted into the jersey wall in the left and just ground along it doing about 70. I expected them to jerk the wheel the other way, but they didn't. After a few seconds, they drifted back to the center of the lane. Just as I was thinking good on them for not panicking, they slammed back into the jersey wall and rode it until it ended. Their car was scraped all to hell. They had to have fallen asleep (passed out drunk). The grinding noise of car on concrete and flying sparks were too obvious to not be noticed by a conscious driver. I backed way off and fortunately was nearing my exit.
I see this shit far too often. It makes me wonder if they're aware their gps can get them rerouted without having to risk their or anyone else's necks.
This was my experience going down the GW Parkway. People frequently had the morning Post unfolded all the way reading it, and others applying eyeliner and mascara.
I find it useful when the fly won't land, I can usually swat it in midair. It's also my backup weapon when I go to spray hornets nests.
Hahaha, I would have loved to listen in on those. Arnold quotes are a favorite language a la 'Darmok and Jalad at Tenagra' in this house.
Congratulations!!
Edit: I did not make the cut but I do have another nibble on my line, so I'm still feeling hopeful.
They can just keep on being upset. Their reaction kind of reinforces why I have the damn thing mostly disabled from its primary function anyway.
Waiting to hear if I make the first cut for the fulfilling job. Should hear by Monday. I had interviewer laughing though, so I'm hopeful.
No clue if recruiter has passed along my resume on job 2. Things sometimes move on beach time here.
If it's rained in the late afternoon then stops by nighttime, the frogs in the marshland across the street seem to synchronize their songs and get very very loud.
I've heard katydids do the same thing at night after very hot days.
I have an initial interview tomorrow for what could end up being a very fulfilling job (if the pay is even remotely in my ballpark), and a recruiter wants to present me to his client for another job opening.
Bread sticks. Brush with melted butter. Dust with ranch powder.
Bacon. Dust immediately after it finishes cooking. Eat as is or do things with the bacon (burgers, sandwiches, pizza)
French fries. (Edit: call them 'franch fries'!)
Sautéed mushrooms, or green beans.
I feel like you could start a series of posts: "[food item], 10/10 with ranch"
This might fit better in the DIY group but here goes.
How do I know when it's time to have the septic system pumped out?
We had a new one installed 3 years ago. It was an upgrade in size. I'm not sure the capacity. It was negotiated to be done as part of our purchase contract, and the old owners didn't give us a copy of their contract with the installer. Just the inspector's report that plans were adequate for the number of bathrooms we have.
There are only 2 of us. We don't put that much water into the system. But we've been having a LOT of rain. Over 5" in the last week and a half, and over 9" since Jul 1. Our elevation is between 1 and 4 ft (not a typo), so the water table is very close to the surface here.
I'm getting periods of methane smell in the house off & on for about a month now. I've run water to make sure all the traps aren't empty. It's possible it could be coming from the vent stack for the washing machine, but it's not all the time.
So with not a lot of use put into the system, is 3 years too early to have it pumped out? How can we tell?
I think I'm learning about myself that no single solution will be my miracle solution. I try things and they work for a bit, then it just wears off.
Well I'm in that place where I'm fed up and looking to try something new.
What apps or non-digital tools do you use to keep yourself on track?
Imagine a moonshiner so notorious, so untouchable, that even the law couldn't haul her in. Picture a whiskey queen who ruled from a....
Imagine a moonshiner so notorious, so untouchable, that even the law couldn’t haul her in. Picture a whiskey queen who ruled from a rugged fortress in rural Tennessee, and that’s where history buffs will learn of the legendary Mahala Mullins.
Catch-able, But Not Fetch-able Mahala Mullins wasn’t your average moonshiner. In fact, through the mid-1800s she was one of the most notorious bootleggers and sellers of illicit whiskey in Tennessee. It wasn’t that the government didn’t know about her. They did. It’s just that, whenever they came to arrest her, they couldn’t quite get her out of the house and down the rugged Appalachian Mountains.
Records report that she had a dozen warrants for her arrest, and numerous treks by officers were made through the 16 miles of remote Hancock County backwoods to her cabin. So even if the revenue agents made it all the way up to her house, they’d never be able to lug her back down. Because of this, lawmen would say she’s “Catch-able, but not Fetch-able” due to her tipping the scales at more than 600 pounds. Mullins would even taunt them by saying, “Take me if you can.”
!Mahala Mullins sitting in her bed
Working from Home Sometime after giving birth to her 19th child, Mahala was infected with elephantiasis, which permanently enlarged her. Eventually, she grew too large to move from bed. And from her bedside, she’d pour and sell whiskey in large quantities to locals, confident in her immunity from any sort of punishment. At the time, moonshine was noted as a way to “let loose,” medicinal, a cleaning agent, or a preservative. Mahala’s famous pear brandy brought in customers from all across the mountains.
Mullins was too large to be moving around the home. So, she took on the entrepreneurial mountain woman spirit of conducting operations that supported her large family from her bedside. She was often open in saying that it was not wrong for her to make a living in that manner. Mahala’s cabin was a special reserve for her, as her husband and sons had lost their lives in mountain fights and were buried in the backyard so that she could gaze at their gravesites from her bedside.
Mullins always seemed to be confined to the mountaintop ridge in which she lived, having spent her childhood and adult life within a three-mile radius, never venturing to town or seeing a railway train. However, she delighted in visitors and conversations, having been known for telling a great story and offering cookies and milk to her guests.
Around age 75, Mullins passed away and was removed from her cabin through a hole that is now occupied by a chimney. She was buried in her four-poster bed beside her late husband and sons along the ridge on the homestead.
Melungeons in Appalachia Mullins was also noted as one of the most famous Melungeons of her time. Melungeon is a term that first appeared in print in the 19th century, used in Virginia, Tennessee, and North Carolina to describe people of mixed ancestry. The Hancock Couny area was known to host one of the largest populations of Melungeon people in the country. Melungeons were considered to have a mixture of European, Native American, and African ancestry. And, Mahala Mullins was just as about as mysterious as her heritage.
Mahala Mullins Cabin The cabin has been relocated to town and into a museum that tells the story of Mahala and the area. Vardy Community Historical Society 3845 Vardy Blackwater Road Sneedville, TN 37869
I camp in a travel trailer, and have done 2 road trips so far with the hubby. First trip was Savannah>St. Augustine>Charleston. We were short on choice in Savannah and stuck with a KOA sandwiched between Hwy 17 and 95. It... was a safe place to park and the showers were decent, I'll give it that. The campground in St Augustine was out on the barrier islands and just a whole old Florida vibe (North Beach Camp Resort). I loved the privacy between spots, and the 2 restaurants within waking distance. Not cheap, and not normally our thing, but it was our anniversary. On our way back north we stopped in Charleston at a city park that had a campground (James Island County Park) . It was perfect y'all. Affordable, in/out privileges with a gate code after hours, a lake and a water park on site, wooded campsites with full hookups, and didn't feel crowded even though it was relatively full.
Our second road trip was to a music festival that took us through West Virginia. We stayed in a couple of state parks passing through, and I definitely want to go back in the fall. WV just has beautiful parks, and I got a good dose of "felt like home" even though I'm from southwestern VA.
Being on the east coast, I wish we had more prevalent places to boondock such as BLM land. Sure we've got logging roads in National Forests, but there is also a lot of privately owned property peppered through the forests I'm familiar with, and I'm nervous I'm going to piss someone off by trespassing.
So where all have you been this season? Hit me with ideas!