Got a 928 wall calendar in the mail today. It's from a guy in the UK. It doesn't have any US holidays on it.

I wonder why?

Same here. I let the pros do the work.

Just did what my Dad told me, when he told me, and even how he told me. No matter what I thought. Made my life much easier and found actually gave me all kinds of freedom. Never got in trouble for how late I stayed out as long as I did what, when, and how without any excuses next day.

After we moved here one of my Mom's friend's daughter brought over 20 pots with tomatoes or bell peppers for us to raise for her. She never asked us, she just showed up one day with the pots all planted and put them in our back yard. Neither of us wanted to mess with them. told her, and the chick left them anyway. Somehow they all died. We felt she was being very presumptuous so neither Mom or myself bothered to water them. Mom even made the comment that if she wanted to mess with a vegetable garden she would have had me make her one, after all still have a roto-tiller and lots of gardening experience.

This same chick decided Mom needed a new couch. There wasn't anything wrong with our old one. She had some friends of hers drop it here. We first put it in the garage, then outside because it smelled so badly of cat pee. The Good Will, the Disabled Veterans, and the Salvation Army all three turned their nose up at it, pun intended. Left it out on our curb for 4 weeks before big trash day hauled it of. It looked nice, but it smelled so badly of cat pee nobody even stole it. And there are people that go thru the neighborhood looking for things right before big trash day.

This chick is huge! She weighs at least 400 lbs. In HS and College she worked as a life guard at a local pool. I imagine if someone is drowning she just jumps in off that tower thing and splashes all the water out of the pool to save them. She graduated college with a phys ed degree. I don't even know how that happens. Couldn't get a job so ended up working as a carney traveling with a fair. Think she could have easily been the bearded fat lady.

When her Mom passed she moved in and carney people come stay at her house like a hotel I guess. She breeds siamese cats. Think there must be about 30 that just run around her house and she has a mother-in-law room next to the garage that is full of cat litter boxes. Doesn't seem to stop them from spraying, peeing, and pooping on the furniture and in other parts of the house. When she came by the house one time I walked by her car. There was a pot pipe in the ash tray and the back seat and passenger seat was full up to the windows with food wrappers.

Mom knew her mom from the small town they both lived in. Her husband was the president of a local college and she was a kindergarten teacher. Her husband left her and the two adopted kids for a young girl when the adopted kids were still in grade school. She had a nervous breakdown and never really recovered. She talked to and treated everyone like they were in kindergarten with that sing songy talking to young kids voice. She didn't talk or act like that before the breakdown. She had no control over the kids at all, they walked all over her and were very disrespectful. At one point when the son started college he was paying the electric bill and would turn off the A/C any time he wasn't there no matter how hot it was. Mom felt sorry for them and tried to help when she could. She even tried to help the daughter after the Mom died. The husband changed from being and educator to a realator and wouldn't have anything to do with the ex OR the adopted kids after he left her.

My parents sure ended up friends with and helping some really weird people. I have got some stories. Kind of interesting to me I didn't know back then what to call it, but most of the weirdos became hoarders. And most of those they met thru my Dad doing electrical work on their homes or businesses in his spare time.

I dated a chick back in the 1980s that was finishing up her Phd in Physical Education at OSU. She was working on her thesis when I was dating her. She was an interesting lady.

Good Morning all.

Wake up. It seems kinda like the original post of this little thread just 136,003 posts ago.

It's Tuesday!

Kiddies have the rest of the week off from school. FIL is recovering well so far. He can see a little out of the damaged eye now so that is good. It was a wire strand that did the job.


Man,I wish my daughter would do what I tell her, when I tell her to do it. :rolleyes:

Morning all.

Good news on the eye.

HA! dream on there dude.

Yeah, I know. The trouble is that she is more like me than my wife.

You are not alone there brother. Granted there are some reasons, but you can tell her to feed the dogs and before she gets to the basement door she forgets why she is down there and watches TV.

That said, they are both great kids overall.

Yet again I get a phone call from some lawyer at a large law firm that the list of partner's names is so long they answer the phone with "Law Firm". The firm occupies two floors of a downtown high rise. They likely charge more per hour than I can imagine.

The lawyer asks what coverage we have of a river from the 1970s to 2000. We have dozens of flights and I give him our standard prices. Then he starts with the old BS. He claims the budget is tiny and they have to do this cheap. This is part of a big lawsuit. Big money is at stake. I told him, same price, that is what we charge.

I wanted to ask if he will call the local utility companies and ask for a discount because his customer is on a budget. No one else on the planet has these images. We are not charging that much.

Likely our total bill is less than his firm charges per hour and he wants us to reduce that. Ain't gonna.

Tell him half price for him, but he gets an 8x10 at 1 dpi resolution.

Take a Polaroid of your scan and send it. Muwahahahahahaha

Oh worse than a watermark in the middle of his picture. I like it.

Part of what we do is geo-reference the image and scale it. We can make prints of each flight that is a view like every print is the exact same view. The print is like a cartoon book where if you place one print on top of the other and lift the top print the bottom print will have the features on the ground in the exact same spot. The changes on the ground become very evident. A building or a fence line will be in the exact same spot on the print.

We also make a Google Earth file that will open up in Google Earth and zoom right to that spot. Then they can turn that layer off or on and see the changes with what Google Earth current images.

Good moaning!

Learned at a very young age I didn't like getting spanked. My Mom would say, "I'll swat you." Dad would just say what he wanted or didn't want you to do and if you did or didn't do what he said right then he would take his belt to me. Neither actually had to resort to it more than twice.

I remember things from a very young age. Remember once when I was 3 I was playing in the front yard and got within 8 ft of the curb. Mom yelled from the porch to stay out of the street or she would swat me. Had no intention of going in the street but stopped where I was and started crying a screaming like I had already been beat. Heard her make the comment that I was smart like a fox to keep from actually getting swatted.

The last time I got swatted by Mom was when I was 6. She had threatened to swat me and later I sneaked in and threw away her switch. She didn't make me go get a new one, but I still got swatted for it.

Thru grade school my Mom babysat 6 kids from down the street. They were at our house from 6:30 am to 4pm. She never threatened to swat anyone while they were there. Instead she did time outs. Only she never called it that. Usually it was for fighting over something. She made you side it a kitchen chair next to each other and be quiet until she said your could go. It usually didn't take but a couple of minutes for the offending parties to calm down.

She took care of my two nephews for a short time. They fought all the time and their mother just let them have it out. When they started that at Grandma's house she would make them sit touching each other in the lazyboy recliner and be quiet. After a few times when they came over they would start to fight and she would warn them. They would say they were sorry and they had forgotten they were at Grandma's. Now they won't speak to each other and the youngest also won't speak to his Mom or Dad. And they are grown and have families of their own with kids graduated college.

My BIL has a great story about spanking. He was the type of boy that almost never cried. He had a big bike crash when he was 10 and had a lot of road rash. His mom just cleaned his wounds and she was amazed he never once cried.

When he was about 14 he had once again done something to get a spanking. His mom was spanking and he started crying. Everyone was amazed and my wife asked him later why he cried. He said he could tell his mom was getting tired of spanking him and he figured he would fake a cry to let her rest her arm. The punishment was not a deterrent.

He never had any real issues. He got married at age 18 and is still married to the same woman. He as worked at the same job for 36 years and is the longest term employee there. He is a good guy.

I got whipped a couple of times by other kids parents. It was because of things the kids said I did that I didn't actually do or because the kids were doing something they shouldn't have. When the parent wouldn't believe me I asked if they had this problem with their kid often, they said it didn't matter and punished me anyway. That's when I learned that authority was not about right and wrong and are nothing but stupid morons.

One of them was a family that their Dad worked with my Dad. They would come over for visits. They had 3 kids, a girl my age and two younger brothers. The youngest would keep coming up and hitting or kicking me. Asked him to stop. His Dad saw it and just laughed. Finally told him if he hit me again I would hit him back. He kicked me really hard. I popped him one in the stomach. Not hard at all, but it surprised him and he started crying and yelling that I hit him. His Dad immediately came over and started spanking me. Despite me telling him about his kid hitting and kicking me (which he saw!). He just said I was never going to hit any of his kids for whatever reason.

Without saying a word about it my Dad politely asked them to leave. Never said anything to me about it either. Don't know what happened after that but never saw them again and their Dad suddenly no longer worked where mine Did.

Of course I was a model child and never need any discipline. Other parents pointed at me and asked their kids why that can't be like me.

I was not. My Mom just tells us that it's payback for when I was a monster. Of course, my wife asks why she is getting the wrath. "You married him" is my family's standard reply.

Both kids are good in school and get high praise from their teachers for being role models.

Eh, we'll get through it. My parents did.



Merry Christmas to me. Had a root canal done today. $260 after insurance. :rolleyes: