Happy Thurby

TWIT would like to wish everyone a Happy Thurby.  In case you didn't know, Thurby is the Thursday before Derby.  And apparently this year, "Thurby" is an official Derby Festival day.  Yeah, I didn't know either until a few days ago.  But I digress.  

At any rate, go out and celebrate and have fun  like we are at The Compound.  We've all had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, and I'm pretty sure Dad and I will be having some Bulleit bourbon on the rocks later to celebrate. 

Sorry - I Don't Work Here

I had an interesting event at my 'hood Krogers' this evening. I stopped on my way home to pick up some butter.  I was wearing my work uniform clothes - today's uniform was khaki pants and a dark blue golf shirt with my company logo on it. I guess people thought I was a Kroger employee. Two people stopped me as I was getting my butter and asked me questions about where the whipped cream and the aluminum foil were. I directed them both to the correct aisles and then quickly went to the self-check-out so I could get out of there before I had to do more work.

It Is What It Is Update

The friend that I mentioned in the It Is What It Is post did make steps today to repair our friendship.  She first apologized to me for dissing me and for treating me the way she did, and then she poured out her heart, telling me about a lot of bad stuff happening to her right now.  She told me that I was a true friend.  I wish she'd realized that sooner; it would have saved us both a lot of time and trouble.  But I digress. 

Before we ended our conversation, she asked me to pray for her.  I told her that I had never stopped; even though she hadn't spoken to me for almost two months, I never stopped praying for her.  Now, she needs prayers more than ever.  

The Hunt For Hogzilla

The Hunt for Hogzilla is officially on at The Compound.  Dad declared that if we didn't get Hogzilla, there would be no need in putting out a garden this year, given the fact that Hogzilla ate up half of the garden last year.  

Dad is afraid that using the trusty shotgun (aka Old Thunder) would possibly hurt his ribs and breastbone that are healing from his surgery, so he has passed the baton, er, shotgun, down to me to try and get Hogzilla. 

I was outside last night for about an hour trying to get him but to no avail.  And today, Dad and Mom made a couple of blinds for me to stand behind in hopes of getting a good shot at him, but he was just too tricky for me tonight. 

Never fear - I will not get discouraged.  As soon as I post this, I will pick up Old Thunder and go back outside to my post. 

As always, stay tuned. I will keep you posted. 

Saturday Recap

I apologize for missing a post yesterday - I was busy cleaning in preparation for the quasi-Family Reunion happening in a week and a half. Try to keep up with our schedule if you can:  on May 5, a Tuesday evening, my cousin from California will be flying in for a week and a half visit.  The coming Friday, her son, his wife and their two little kids will be driving down from the land of the Boilermakers, West Layfayette, IN for the weekend.  And on Saturday, my cousin from Alabama and his wife will be driving up for a visit for a few days.  So on that weekend, we will have a whole mess of kin folk converging on The Compound for a visit. 

Due to housing constraints, only the California cousin will be staying with us; everyone else will be staying in a hotel.  But the hotel is near-by so they won't have far to travel to get to The Compound.

Stay tuned - I'm sure I will have lots of interesting stories to post.

I Can Only Hope

Literally, there is a cart full of plaques for a bunch of my coworkers in the office and factory that are retiring in the next few weeks.  I sure wish my name was on one of the plaques. 

Manic Thursday

Sorry to be Debbie Downer, but today was also a Manic Thursday.  I will be the first to say that MSD and the Louisville Water Company could not have possibly made their accounts any harder to figure out.  All of the red tape you have to go through to make a change is more than enough to make Mother Theresa cuss.