What's up today (bullchiting) thread.

I have the rubbermade versions. Never needed a jackhammer to get a cup of sugar out of a package ? The humidity here can make some ingredients tough to work with. Airtight helps with exchanges of air. They also keep bugs out, or in might the case be. Most packaging is not long term storage, it's a week or two in a warehouse, a couple days on the grocer's shelf packaging.. If you have a big family you probably never have stale problems. Canning jars work well, too.
For even longer term storage you want vacuum sealing. Even that has limits.

And yeah, some people are really anal about storage. I've seen some really neat pantries. An awful lot of work though for picture perfect neat. I kinda like all my things to look lived in and used. I got nothing to hide.

 

My high temp was 39* shortly after midnight Thursday. Just under 2" of rain but the ground is cold enough it just turned the snow pack to one big block of ice. In cleared pathways, the rain just made a firm slushy mix. The only thing that stayed clear was the driveway (it had been shoveled and was bare pavement).

I was hoping the rain and projected high temps would melt a good portion of snow - much which was still left from Thanksgiving storm. But, that was not to be since the warm air never descended into my valley.

 

I don't know how many food items/ingredients I threw away in the past because they were hardened, stale, moist, buggy. Baking soda, sugar, cereals (those soak up jumidity) etc. Even powdered laundry detergent / cleaning products will cake up even though they are used regularly.

Those containers can :

• Save space by stacking - nearly everything is sold in packaging that is much bigger than needed,
• Keep things neat (instead of bags of different dried beans being in a heap and sliding all over), and
• Save time finding what you are looking for (instead of lifting a billion boxes/bags, you can see which pasta is in the box).
• Keep brittle items, like pasta and bakers chocolate, from being crushed/broken from heavier things being placed on top of them

Of course I haven't needed those types of things for years since I don't really cook anymore (nearly everything is in the fridge or in a can - and I no longer buy in bulk). I gave away several glass and rubber/plastic containers last summer as I was trying to do a little decluttering.

 

Woke up at 4:30 again. Wide awake. Time to get the caffeine going. Get some mild exercise in before work.

 

12 days until Christmas.

[I better start getting a few gifts.]

 

As a former president might ask.....

"Define some kind of fun"

 

Tried to get O2 sensor #4 out this morning and it bested me again. I don't know if I'm under-tooled or under-determined...I think it's just going to stay in there.

 

Getting asked by coworkers to join in on some workplace football bet. I enjoy telling them no, I don't watch sports. They act shocked and I get the barrage of questions why. I ask what they get out of it and literally this is the response:

"That is when spectators become part of the team, 12 person on the field for football and 10th person on the field for baseball. The whole aspect of sports is being part of something greater than yourself and with others."

I just wrote back with their last sentence bolded and asked "I thought that's what our team here was for?". The replies stopped.

If they start back up I'll ask how much they're being paid to be part of the team...oh that's right, they pay to be "part" of it lol.

 

Sports are dumb and fantasy sports are dumber.

 

I have had things go bad in those containers during our humid summers. I find it better to fold the tops over and put a clamp on them.

 

It's the only discussion it seems like work will excuse you for. Anything else and you're screwing off.

 

Had a manager that ripped a dart every half hour, the other smokers would usually to go out to join him. One day my work bestie and I ( he disliked us both but we were pretty good at the job) were shooting the chit pretty much doing nothing. He came strutting up to us with that walk he had when he thought he had something on you with his long nose and asked what we were doing? “Nonsmokers break” I replied. You and your minions stop every half hour so what’s your point. His face got red as a tomato as he turned and walked away. Lol. Knowing that we would pretty much have to impregnate the owners wife to get fired was a pretty fun position!

 

Gotta love the "do as i say and not as i do" kinda guys. NOT!!!

 

The double standards which persist in society mean that the beautiful woman can grieve through her anguish openly, and is likely to receive empathy for her suffering. She can communicate her feelings without too much fear of judgement or threat to her dignity.

The strong man must suffer in the dark room, and bear his burdens alone. He must not let his feelings see the light of day, or he will be ridiculed as a whipped sissy. He is a sturdy, physically capable body who could easily survive a couple scrapes or bruises, even a solid punch in the face. But he is a broken spirit, a simmering pot of invisible wounds caused by words which cut deeper than a knife. The scrape to his skin heals easily, but words can slowly kill. He retreats to the dark, quiet room to try and keep the lid on the pot before it boils over. He needs time to process his emotions and keep them at bay, but if the man around the corner enters the room, he feels obliged to put on his mask and face him with nerves of steel, eyes of ice and a heart of stone.
If not, this hard working, caring soul will have lost his manhood in the eyes of his peers. He must live with the obligation to wear his mask of granite, or else the fear that admitting his suffering would only make it worse. The more humanity he shows, the worse the bullying will be. The instinct to bottle up his emotions is so ingrained into him, he must try to relieve his helpless anguish alone in a dark room, staring at a dimly lit wall, embarrassed even to look at his grief-stricken reflection. He must provide for his family, and resist the temptation to let mind-altering substances be his therapists, lest the life he has left be completely ruined, and tear his family apart.

The man outside the doorway may wish to console him, but he puts his head down and quietly ponders the situation before announcing his presence, because the pressures of society have set his instincts against his nature. He may succumb, "man up" and mock the grief-stricken soul, and then paint the very picture of irony by fleeing to his own dark room to nurse his guilt. He may, on the other hand, do the right thing and offer the poor man some friendship and consolation. Or for better or worse, he may compromise with himself and quietly walk away, leaving the man alone and unaware that he was ever nearby. It's not a perfect world.

 

TrinitySouth99 your right BUT life is hard and not fair.. A mans job is too protect and provide for his family.

better to be a warrior in a garden than gardener in a war

 

Lol nice

 

Got a Christmas card today from a customer. There was a tip inside that was double any "Christmas bonus" i ever received while working at an automotive dealership.