Proud dad moment:
Celebrating my daughter’s graduation from Veterinary school today in Maimi with a 4.0 gpa to boot!
Celebrating my daughter’s graduation from Veterinary school today in Maimi with a 4.0 gpa to boot!
Congrats to you all!Proud dad moment:
Celebrating my daughter’s graduation from Veterinary school today in Maimi with a 4.0 gpa to boot!
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Hopefully she can spell MiamiProud dad moment:
Celebrating my daughter’s graduation from Veterinary school today in Maimi with a 4.0 gpa to boot!
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She’s managed to excel despite her parents!Hopefully she can spell Miami
Congratulations
Pretty sure she wouldn’t be where she is without a good parents. Be proud of her and be proud of yourselves.She’s managed to excel despite her parents!
Our son is far exceeding what my wife and I did at his age and still amazes us. We asked him how he got so smart, he pointed to me and said half a brain and to my wife and said half brain and to himself and said whole brain joking…we died laughing and likely a lot of truth to it.She’s managed to excel despite her parents!
Doing my final vacation these last two weeks before calling it a career at the end of the month. My wife and I, mostly my wife, decided to move the fire pit off of the top of the septic tank and build a suitable seating area for it in the backyard. I booked three days with cutting and removing sod, laying the base, placing the pavers, and filling in stone. Mother Nature had other plans.
Cut the sod Tuesday before last and then it rained for three days straight. The holiday weekend was nice, but I didn't want to get wet sand or stone. So, I decided to seal our deck instead. 2 days @ 12 hours a day in ninety degree temps. Bleah!
This past Tuesday, I got the sand and pavers placed. And then it poured again. Yesterday, I was finally able to get some stone and had some help getting it spread. Look, it's Owen and Eli.
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Both boys dived into help but Owens' skinny little Owen arms could barely lift a real shovel. I grabbed the little camp shovel off the sidecar and he handled that just fine. He might have moved all of a pound of stone with each shovel full but he was moving.
All the stone in place. The large diamonds are compass points. The top one pointing to the neighbors' place is north.
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Furnished.
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There's more than one place that's a half bubble off plumb as this was mostly eyeballed. I figure the friends that get tanked the soonest can sit there because they wouldn't notice.
The vacation is officially over tonight. Sunday morning I'm back on a plane to Mexico for 12 straight days of work in the Mayan jungle. Then home for a week of four comp days plus one vacation day I had to give up a couple weeks ago while in Mexico. On the 26th, I'm loading up my pickup with my wife, the boys, plus the company property in my possession and heading to Corporate in SC. I'll pick up my tool box, drop off a spare welder I have for the service guys(my brothers in this clusterfcuk of a company), and...and...for the first time in 25 years, sit in on a sales meeting. My spleen will be vented. I figure the worst that can happen is that I get fired a couple days before I retire.
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Congratulations on your impending retirement! Beautiful place you have there, by the way.![]()
Congratulations!Retired!!!
I’m on my way back home from this clusterfcuk of a corporate entity. Things didn’t quite go as planned. Our daughter, Eli’s and Owens mom, came down with COVID, so the boys were stuck at home and couldn’t go. As were supposed to have the monsters, we were going to leave the dog with our daughter. My wife didn’t want to leave Buster with her along with her having the boys underfoot, so she stayed home. Just as well, hot and humid down in SC and she doesn’t do well in that.
I got to Beaufort on Monday and unloaded the pick up. The new guy made me an offer for my box and tools at the shop. I made him a better offer so I didn’t need to haul it back and find a place for it. I met some of my coworkers for drinks at the hotel bar that night and had somewhere between one and a dozen beers.
Tuesday was boring as hell, so the new guy and I worked on a machine with a hydraulic issue. Turned out the problem was in the seat. Made the new guy put the machine on and off rail until he could do it with out shitting himself. The process does have a known ‘pucker factor’.
The rest of the Field guys showed up that night and we were supposed to go to a bad Mexican restaurant with management. We blew that off and all got lit on the hotel patio.
Wednesday had a team meeting with some engineers in France. The new guy and I left that early to see what other things needed to be done to that machine before it ships. I found more crap that needed attention. We all got our peepees slapped for not meeting with management the night before, so we met them at a bad bbq place. And we drank, heavily. All the Field guys ended up back at the hotel bar and continued. It was an impromptu retirement party for me but somehow I ended up with the bar tab at the end of the night. It was impressive and went on the company CC.
I woke up this morning, without a hangover, and…I felt chill. I had no more weight on my shoulders. No desire to pick fights with management. It’s done with. I said my goodbyes to the folks at the office I stIll knew, even if I didn’t like them. Went to the Sales meeting, did the same, and left. No longer my circus or my monkeys.
I’ll be home sometime tomorrow to start this new chapter.
Well now, Owen has started 1st grade. Hadn't been in school a week and Mom got her first call from his teacher. "Owen made some bad choices during a bathroom break".
Translation from teacherspeak, Owen mooned his classmates in the can.
Grandma told me that last night and I must have spent a good two minutes laughing on the living room floor. Mom did a head shaking facepalm and Dad just said, "Yup. Class Clown. I knew it."
Well now, Owen has started 1st grade. Hadn't been in school a week and Mom got her first call from his teacher. "Owen made some bad choices during a bathroom break".
Translation from teacherspeak, Owen mooned his classmates in the can.
Grandma told me that last night and I must have spent a good two minutes laughing on the living room floor. Mom did a head shaking facepalm and Dad just said, "Yup. Class Clown. I knew it."