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He is accused of killing three women, one of them a transgender woman who had been beaten by a mob earlier this month. The other two women he killed are not two more murdered transgendered women the police are looking into
https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2019/06/13/dallas-murder...
If your state doesn't allow you to protect yourself then for God's sake carry pepper spray or a collapsible baton. Times are never so tough to get into a situation with a total stranger. I don't carry to shoot or kill anyone. I want them to give it some extra thought and decide I'm not worth it. Always there on my hip if I make the local stores. Busy daylight hours at Walmart I sometimes don't carry. The holster is still there. They won't know if I shifted to concealed.
https://www.foxnews.com/us/goldman-sachs-director-praises-fi...
Goldman Sacs has a policy since o8 to pay for transition. I didn't find how good a coverage their policy is.
On a personal note, came in last night about ten thirty after starting the day at five thirty that morning. Stacking hey or was it hay? Necessities first, a glass of milk and a couple Excedrin. After sitting in a bathtub of hot water for ten minutes I finally started getting some feeling back into my body. I don't remember it hurting this bad when I was younger? Lord, you can recycle me anytime now. After washing my hair and my body the bottom of the bathtub is no longer visible. Looks like I bathed the dog. Nothing new, a lot of days are like that. After I pulled the plug little rivers of sand were left in the bottom. Growing up I told daddy I was going to save all the dirt I left in the tub and start my own farm. That way I wouldn't need to buy one. Kinda like Johnny Cash building his Caddy one piece at a time.
Okay, my last growl for awhile. Monday I was in Amarillo. When I started the car to leave my turn signals didn't work. I wasn't planning on stopping to shop but that clinched it. Headed straight home and today finally had time to break out the ohm-volt meter and track down the problem. Five minute job, right? Wrong! Three hours later this old aircraft mech, auto mech, diesel mech, hydraulic pipe fitter, electrician has the dash out and I chased down every lead I could think of. I called a friend who knows absolutely nothing about electrical or electronic components. But she is a friend to lean on when times get tough. She read the manual and led me back through all of it again. And eureka! Did you know Ford in one of their dumber moments decided this car need more computer boards on it. It is called a Light Control Module or LCM where everything besides the brake lights are routed through it and controlled by an integrated circuit. Pulling the switch and turning on the lights wasn't good enough. How I managed all these years doing just that I'll never understand.
The only good that come out of this fiasco is I found the black box Ford puts in their vehicles that tattles on us.Now to dumb down the Garmin GPS. Did I know my top speed on "date" was a hundred and seven MPH? You gotta be yanking my chain! Even my GPS is ready to tattle on me if my car doesn't?
I'm too old for this. I'm losing my touch. Back in the dark ages my top speed was over a hundred and forty every couple weeks. I lived in the middle of nowhere and lots of open highways between where I was and where I was going.
Hugs everyone and don't do the things I have done.
always
Barb
Life is a gift. Treasure it until it's time to return it.
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Whew!
Thanx for sharing! Excedrin and milk? I hope you know a good chiropractor as it sounds as if you need one. So glad to be retired. Amarillo? Texas is only place where, at 6 AM, I was sweating while just standing doing nothing... noisy black birds with gold eyes squawking people awake.... San Antonio.
Take care!
Donna
Hey, if we still hurt
then we're still here and kicking. Yes that lovely sweet natural hay is filthy dusty stuff to haul about. Dad had us mowing the roadside verges as well as the paddock. Well, nobody else would want it, would they? No baler, just a trailer and forks.
Good job done there, Barb.
"Reach for the sun."
Never had to fork hay
When we had the dairy it was baled and a loader hooked to the side of the trailer would elevate each bale up and push it over on the trailer. We would stack it. Loaded trailer pulled back to the barn and the hay was elevated into the loft where again we had to stack it.
This past five days I was dealing with the big round bales weighing between 1200 to 1700 lbs per bale. Thank God for balers. I have pics of granddad and his threshing machine surrounded by horses, wagons stacked with pitched hay. The hay stack by the threshing machine was a couple stories tall. Daddy grew up farming with horses and then tractors. Horse and carriage to watching men walk on the moon. Our greatest generation fought and won a war, fed nations. endured hardships most have no comprehension of today.
I know without a doubt God has a Book of Life for each and everyone. May those who have gave so much of themselves, whether in military service or providing in other ways so our needs are met, be blessed by Him for their deeds.
Hugs Podracer
always,
Barb
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl
loader???
The only time I bucked hay, we grabbed a bale by the wire, jerked up to our waist, bumped it with a knee before it came to rest, pushed up to head level and put it on the trailer. Three on the ground, two on the trailer and one driving the tractor. The only mechanical help we had was was back at the barn where a conveyor belt, powered by the PTO on the tractor lifted it to the loft. This time, two on the trailer feeding the belt and three in the loft to stack. God help you if you got behind in the loft, there were five or six bales on the belt and at least three of them would make it to the top before it could be shut down.
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Boosting that bale with a knee
Hugs Patricia, forgot about having to boost the hay bale with a leg or knee to get it up on the stack. Since you mentioned it..., no matter how thick our jeans were by the end of the day our leg would be bloody. Lot of sharp stems in those bales. I'm so glad we got to enjoy life as farm kids and missed out on all those dumb foolish parties the city kids went to because they didn't have anything else to take up their time.
I've got a little bit smarter in my old age. I bought a heavy leather apron (chest to below knees) for those jobs like stringing barb wire fence and other things that tear up clothes. Would have been nice when we were bucking hay or ridding the cotton trailer pitching cotton to the back. Now if I could figure out how to look cute while stringing fence line? Life just isn't fair.
Hugs hon, I think we had the best life anyone could wish for. As I get closer to the final chapter in life and look back, I feel I was blessed more than anyone else. We worked from Detroit to Corpus Christi and dozens of places in between. I'm going to finish this life where I always belonged, on the farm i was born and raised on. The kids will come looking for me and I will be sitting on the John Deere with a big smile on my face.
Life is a gift. Treasure it until it's time to return it.
always,
Barb
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl