Thanks, Afton, for your nice comment about my dad. It was so long ago, but I hope we never forget what they sacrificed for us. We don't appear to have that kind of sacrifice in us anymore.
Hubby met me downtown because we had to pick some stuff up at the store after work. Since I was gone over the weekend, he couldn't do any shopping because ... he just can't bear to do it without me. So I have this coupon for $3 off something we need. This is a valuable coupon and I'm carrying it along with the grocery list because if I put it in my pocket, I'll forget to use it.
So I hand these items to hubby while I grab something else and when he hands it back, there's no coupon. He swears there was no coupon when I hand it to him, so I go back through the entire store the way we've come to try to see where I've dropped it. And sure enough, as we get back near the beginning, we spot that coupon on the floor. I was glad no one else picked it up and glad that I found it, but slightly miffed to have wasted all that time.
I have to say, though, that I'm pretty good at finding lost things by retracing my steps. I've helped other people find things this way as well. You just have to concentrate and think about where you've been.
It's coming up on rodeo season in these parts. There are a couple this weekend. I might go to the one that's closest to us but a lot depends on the weather and what time the concert in the park starts here. I love me some Fourth of July concert in the park.
Anyway, we live right near the rodeo grounds for the one here in town, but that doesn't happen until September and I think it's going to be during the convention this year, so we'll miss it. I like to sit outside in our yard at night and listen to the rodeo announcer and the roar of the crowd.
Just remember: real cowboys wear Wranglers. And Wrangler butts drive me nuts.
So I'm over visiting my folks for a long weekend. Today was their 60th wedding anniversary. I'll tell them you said congrats, AD. 
Tomorrow we're having a party at their assisted living place .We're bringing a cake for all the residents to share in the afternoon and then we're having a family dinner in the evening. We're all going to bring a bunch of photos for everyone to look at and my cousin, sister and I are going to sing some songs for old times' sake, since that's what we always used to do.
I left hubby home again this trip. He had some family coming to visit there, so I drove by myself. I would much rather drive by myself anyway because I can listen to my own music or podcasts or whatever I want. I know some folks can't stand the thought of taking long car trips by themselves but I love it.
I came across my dad's old dress Army jacket from when he served during World War II. I'm going to take it home with me and figure out some way to display it at our house.
Dad was the head medic in a hospital ward in London. They got there right after D-Day and had their hands full with casualties from that assault. He told me they worked 12-hour shifts, seven days a week: 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. every damn day. Since he was in charge, he never worked the night shift if he didn't want to, but he told me he did it a couple of different weeks just to see what it was like and ride herd a little bit.
Anyway, I have his jacket. It still has all the insignias on it and is really cool. It's one of the waist-length ones, which I thought looked the coolest, and it's olive-green wool. He was discharged as a technical sergeant. They offered to put him go through officer's training school but the war was over by then and Dad wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of the Army and get home and that's just what he did. I don't blame him.
So a couple of nights ago, I'm bundled up with the windows closed and today it was 94 degrees and hubby turns the central AC on.
I'm not a big fan of A/C. It's nice to have, I guess, but if hubby weren't here, I'd rarely turn it on. One weekend when he went 4-wheeling, I enjoyed the entire weekend A/C free. It was glorious.
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I'm going tomorrow to visit my folks. Their 60th wedding anniversary is Friday. I remember when we talked about throwing a 50th anniversary party for my folks, my dad said he'd never make it to their 50th. And now they're approaching their 60th.
We've had some sort of party for them every five years since their 45th. Their 45th in 1994 was the last year they lived in the house I grew up in, the one they lived in for 30 years. That was really nice. Then we had their 50th in 1999 in their new place. Then their 55th I threw them a party in the nursing home where Dad was living at the time. That was interesting but I got it done.
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When I went to the dentist recently for my annual check-up and cleaning, the dentist asked about my jaw again. He asked if I wake up with headaches in the morning and I realized I do, a couple of times a week. It's because I am clenching my teeth all night long. I really wish I could stop because it's a killer. He says my teeth are still OK because I'm religious about wearing my bite guard, so that's good. I really don't want to crack all my teeth to bits. I could do without the constant ear-ringing and headaches and jaw pain, though. I never connected the headaches with the jaw clenching, but it makes perfect sense now.
You are welcome at my house any time, Afton. You and your little dog, too! 
Just give me a call when you leave your place and dinner will be ready when you get here. I'll even take requests.
We do a lot of grilling in the summer because it's quick and easy and oh-so-tasty.
I've stayed up too late as usual. Today was a crazy day because there were lots of strange goings-on. One customer asked for a photo to be scanned in color, but then sent a black-and-white photo. I'm not sure how she expected that to work, but perhaps I'll find out tomorrow. Someone was going to contact her tonight and ask what was up. I have a feeling things got lost in translation because three different people were providing three different items for this job, but hopefully it will all get ironed out.
I talked to someone today who absolutely loves "Rat Patrol." Yay! It's always good to meet a fellow RP lover.
I was inspired to cook tonight, so I worked through lunch and got off work half an hour early (yeah, it should have been an hour, but you know how that goes -- dang, I'm too old to be working 8 1/2 hours without a break). I stopped at the store for some steaks, came home, slapped 'em on the grill, whipped up some shortcake biscuits and we had steak, salad, beans and strawberry shortcake for dessert. Yummy!
Hubby isn't used to me getting home that early so he was quite beside himself with happiness.
It's been so cool here, I've been forced to put on flannel loungers to sit around the house at night. And we've slept with our bedroom windows closed the last two nights. It's supposed to heat up here by Wednesday but I'm leaving town to go visit my folks for their 60th wedding anniversary so I'll miss four days of gloriously hot weather, two of them days when I could be basking on the patio or working in the yard and instead will be cooped up inside, most likely. That makes me sad. 
You're welcome, Jim. I'm just pleased as punch someone besides me wants to watch it. I know there are lots of "Combat" lovers out there, so I'm happy to know you're one of them.
Well AD, looks like we took some of that rain off your hands today finally. It didn't pour all day, but it was overcast the entire day and it rained off and on most of the time. In fact, just as we were in and out of the grocery store, it was pouring its hardest. Of course. The good thing is it's free water for the yard.
We didn't get too wet, though. I took hubby out for dinner at one of his favorite places, even though, as I like to tell him, he ain't my daddy. One of our three kids called him to wish him Happy Father's Day, so he was batting over .300 in the grateful kid quotient. Don't know what was up with the other two brats as we rarely hear from them anyway. He batted 0 for 3 on his birthday and I batted 0 for 3 on Mother's Day, so batting .333 was a major victory.
Speaking of baseball, my Mariners are on a freakin' roll, I'm tellin' ya. They swept the Diamondbacks at home and are over .500 for the first time in about forever. They ain't winnin' big, but they're winnin' a little bit. And yes, I know it won't last, but just let me bask in three wins in a row, OK?
I did manage to call my dad this morning and wish him Happy Father's Day. (I sent him a card that should have arrived Saturday but I forgot to ask him if it got there and they never remember to tell me if they do or not.) He'll be 88 in another month or so, and I wonder if this will be the last time I do that.
They are so miserable now because they are essentially prisoners in the place where they live. There is still so much I want to ask them but having lived away so long, I never get the time to do that. But even so, I pray for them to go quickly and quietly.
It's been a good weekend so far. Hubby and I went to see "Wolverine" Friday night. I love Hugh Jackman, but I really prefer the Wolverine from the first movie -- nice but not quite so musclely. This Wolverine is just way too ripped. Oh well. We enjoyed the movie and loved the effects. And it was at the dollar theater -- yay for cheapness!
Then today hubby went off on a 4-wheeler ride and I did all kinds of stuff. I went to a friend's softball game this morning and went for a three-mile walk this afternoon and still found a little time to hang out on the patio and watch the robins douse themselves in the backyard bath.
And I gotta give some dap to my friend, Jim. In BW chat tonight, I asked if he ever watched "Combat," and before I knew it, he'd ordered the season set from Amazon. Go Jim! Now I just have to wait patiently until he watches some so we can talk about it.
Patience is hard. 
Today was pretty smooth at work. It's always nice when days are like that. Of course, there was a goober this morning, but I kept my cool and weathered the storm because if there's one thing I'm used to, it's bumps in the road. It's always something.
It's been a good long while wince we've had any rain in these parts. I don't much like having to pay for the water on my lawn and flowers. I'd much rather get the free stuff. Of course, it's supposed to rain this weekend, wouldntcha know. I was looking forward to some patio time in the sun, but I guess it's not to be. But I can't have it both ways.
You know what I hate? When apples are covered with wax. It's so gross. I always wash them and the wax feels all nasty once the water hits it, so I end up having to scrub it with soap to get it off. Yuck. 
Every once in awhile on "Combat," Sgt. Saunders has to put on a Germany army helmet for some sort of disguise or other and I do not like it one bit. Not one little bit. I like him wearing his cool camo helmet only. That's the way God intended it.
Our backyard cricket is so loud, it cracks me up. When it first got going a couple of months ago, it was so loud, hubby thought it was in the house with us. It's amazing to me that it can keep its song going all night like that but I'm glad it does. I like listening to it as I slide off into sleep.
Think I'll go do that right now. 
Gah ... today was just one of those days.
I just could not keep my head above water: wave after wave just kept coming and swamping me.
It started out wonderfully anyway with a guy who came in and berated and scolded me for awhile. It doesn't happen every day but it happens often enough that I've learned just to smile and stare back at them. Drives 'em crazy. He was rude and loud enough and the situation was escalating enough that one of my buddies came over to stand near my desk just in case extreme measures were needed. I told her I figured between the two of us, we could have taken him. Glad it didn't come to that, but it was nice to know she had my back.
Then more bad news came down in the afternoon and it just added to the joyfulness of a crummy day.
But at my good friend, Annie, always says, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you're only a day away." And my good friend, Scarlett O'Hara, always says, "Tomorrow is another day." With friends like those, I can't ask for anything else.
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Zebras are reactionaries,
Antelopes are missionaries,
Pigeons plot in secrecy,
And hamsters turn on frequently
~ "At the Zoo," Simon and Garfunkel
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