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Name: Jesse
Gender: Male
Interests: My Wife, My Daughter, Friends, Relationships, Ribbon, Rain, Climbing
Expertise: none
Occupation: Cashier
Industry: Grocery
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Member Since:
12/30/2004
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| I'm still working at the grocery store, it's been almost a year now. Still cashier on most weekdays, Produce Minion on Saturdays. I like Saturdays.
we've been attending the local tangerine church, it's pretty good, but they're moving to an old walmart building on the outskirts of town. Not sure what to do about that. Yeah it's only 2mi away, but not everyone in my family is as in-shape & oblivious to discomfort as I am. *glares @ Wendy*
Wendy (by the way) is almost 7mo now, & beginning to scoot around. She thinks I ought to stay home every day. So do I.
It's not a gushy, "I can't miss any important milestones for my baby!" type of thing, (though in all honesty I am not entirely untouched by that feeling), but as a long-time adherent to the home-centric view of the universe; I believe that going away to work is not the proper place for a married person of working age. That is, "The Office" should be on the same plot of land as the home & should be readily accessible to any ambulatory member of the household, (moreso if one actually works in the "office", lesso if it's more just a "home-base" like for a construction job.)
In short, I would like to go on the record as disagreeing with the "fundamentalists" who say that a woman's place is at home, & a man's place is to go away & make money. Yes, he should probably have more of a focus on the business & she on the home, (afterall to have it otherwise would be against the natural order of things; mother's milk is what babies are meant to eat & dads, no matter how cool, can't make that.) but they should be working -together- to keep things running properly even if that means she makes some sales/business purchases & he changes some diapers, stays up some nights with squalling infants, or even gives the baby a bottle if mamma's breasts have malfunctioned for some reason.
The world that we live in is broken, sometimes we can't have the ideal, but that does not mean we should not strive for it until we have gained it. It merely means that sometimes (typically?) it takes longer, more trouble, harder knocks to attain our God-given sin-stolen rights.
So I'm going to start a home-business as soon as I figure out what kind of business it should be. I can't have a store-front in my house, (City Zoning Regulations, [middle of a residential area] oops,) I could custom-make items, (but honestly, what do I have the skills to custom-make as a hobby, let alone a business!) I could teach, (In our 1st lesson we will study the foundations of cooking...) I could be an inspirational speaker, (only $100* plus transportation & lodging, & no guarantees it'll be any good! What a steal! ^_^) I could read stories, (only $20/hr base $30* plus transportation & refreshments!). That's all I can think of at the moment, without Moving being the first step. I don't have a phone at this time; maybe I'll change that when I come to the point of seriously pursuing any plans.
Current Quote: *Prices subject to change without notice. | | |
| We ate a pomegranate yesterday afternoon. It was a fun activity. | | |
| On Monday, September 21, 2009 it rained. Hard. Long. & wetly. I was scheduled 9-6 that day, & so had an hour lunch break at 13:00. A little before 13:00 the rain decided to let up for awhile, so it was only sprinkling pretty decently on my walk home for lunch, but all the water from earlier still hadn't found its way to the sewers. I took off my shoes & socks in the entryway, & waded across the parking lot toward home for lunch. Oh, & I should probably mention that I rolled up my pant-legs too, it was pretty deep out there. As I waded across the parking lot, I could see a whirlpool where the drain was, so I knew where the waist deep water was so I could avoid it. When I came back from lunch the whirlpool wasn't going anymore & I wondered if it was clogged. It rained more in the afternoon, & the parking-lot was pretty full when I went home at 18:00; I think it might have stopped raining by then, but it may have been a light rain still.
On Tuesday, the water had gone, but when I got home that evening, Nummy announced that she couldn't wash the dishes because there was no hot water. I figured that the flame had gone out (in the water heater) for some reason, & I'd just pop on downstairs & relight it. I opened the basement door. It looked a bit wet down there. I went down the stairs, only to find that not only was it a "bit wet" in the basement, it was downright swimmy! It was a good almost half-foot deep anyway. I aim a glance over at the heater & decide that it probably won't reboot until the water isn't quite so high in it. The sump-pump obviously wasn't working very well either, so I went over to check on it. It was deader than the mouse I found under my bookcase the other day. I pushed it, I prodded it, I told it ghost stories, but still no action. I checked the breakers, thinking maybe it had over-stressed, & tripped one. No such luck. By now I was trying to figure out where to buy a new pump, & how to know if the pipe fitting was the same, & whether it would be a good or bad idea to try to drain the basement with a bucket, (have I ever mentioned that the only entrance to the basement is in the middle of the house?) I unscrewed the pump from the pipe so that I could take it with me to the wherever, but before I went anywhere, I tried it one more time. It purred. It didn't pump, no, not at all. But it was obviously trying to do something now. I shook it a bit, & the noise changed. My inner beagle informed me that the reason that the pump wasn't working was that it had something jammed in its gullet. I pulled the base off of it & dragged out a finishing nail, several random chunks of oxidized ferrous material, & two Barbie shoes (not a pair). I set the pump back in the water, toggled the switch, & was very glad that I had it pointing away from me. I reattached everything, & a couple hours later the basement was merely a bit damp. The water-heater still wouldn't ignite.
On Wednesday morning before work, I tried starting the heater again, & it had dried out enough to ignite. The End.
Current Quote: A good watermelon will ring like a bell; a bad one will thud like a dead cow. ~(I discovered this on September 30 at work in the produce department.) | | |
| Last week, Nummy & I went (with Wendy, of course,) to a wedding in California. The groom was Nummy's uncle, the bride is now our aunt! ^_^
We also got to go to Disney Land! Thanks to Uncle Bill for supplying us with tickets, & to Mammy/Grammy/Nummy's Mom for transportation & assisting us with child care, (I should mention that her sisters who came with us helped some too.) I managed to sit in the front seat on Splash Mountain ^_^
It's good to be home though, even if it does mean I have to go to work.
Current Quote: Galloping Galoshes! ~cousin Brenna | | |
| Off the Eastern Coast near the District of Columbia?
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In the Gulf of Mexico near Texas? (Notice how this location appears to be a crater with a 5mi diameter base.)
Someday I want to help found a submarine city. | | |
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