Criminal Songbirds

Well, wasn't yesterday a humdinger?  In many, many ways.
I talked to the scheduler about those vacation days she's over riding.  She's singing a different tune now, lots of sour notes, not the warbled melody I heard several months ago.  What's change?  They combined the Decor and the Flooring departments.  The hours she needs to schedule for the one combined department have increased.  The scheduling system dictates the number of hours needed in the department every day.  I threw a lame excuse at her about my Social Security (it really doesn't matter at this point) and she said she'd try and schedule me shorter days.  That would work.
And what about Rick Gates electrifying testimony?  Ramifications are exploding in all sorts of dazzling directions!  Let's be honest here.  These are the men the Idiot Jerk in the White House puts his trust in daily.  And you think this is bad... wait until Michael Cohen starts chirping.  My money says he's going to sing better than Brittany on one of her better days.

And then there was the Idiot Jerk.  First there was "no collusion."  Then there was "collusion is not a crime."  Then that fat, orange crow started Tweeting something about Donnie Jr.  In his mind, self-preservation means every one is expendable.  It should come as no surprise to anyone that it was just a matter of time before he started singing some ragged lyric about "Throwin' Donnie under the bus...." and backing over him once or twice.  Tire Tread Donnie didn't say much of anything, no doubt because there are not a lot of 'I's and 'Q's bouncing around between his ears.
Oh, and I did wack the hell out of my weeds yesterday when I got home from work.  The temp was 91 (F).  The humidity was rank.  But believe me, it was nearly as criminal as those fools aligned with the Idiot Jerk in the White House.
The only really bad thing to happen to me in a while was a mosquito bite on the side of my knee.  It too will pass.

Woe is Me

My head has been invaded by a Rhinovirus!!  There was a time when I never got sick, now, however, as I get older, that no longer seems to be the case.  Where I went years without getting a cold, now it seems to happen once a year.  This is, I suppose, one of the penalties of growing older; the more years you have under your belt, the more likely it is you'll run into something new to your immune system.
Anyway, I have personal time on the books so I took the day off... and plan to get much accomplished.
Like put my new trainer to the test this afternoon.  I bought myself a new tablet, Asus, (remember when tablets used to be very expensive?) and downloaded the Kinetic App.  It's on my phone, too, but I wanted a bigger screen, which means I'll move all of my fitness apps there.
I also cancelled my subscription to Cycling TV.  NBC Sports has greatly expanded they cycling coverage so I watch my bicycle racing there, besides Cycling TV just got to expensive.  $80 a year compared to the $30 for NBC Sports Gold.
With all of those people evacuating Florida, I hope they remember to take their pets.  We always end up seeing dogs and cats being rescued.  Your animals are totally dependent on you and should be the first thing loaded into the car, truck, or van.  Don't leave them behind!
Oh, and did anybody see the pics of Donnie Jr after his first closed door session with that little committee down in Washington?  Talk about a 'woe is me' face.  This is what the Junior Idiot Jerk looks like after someone has wiped his shitty smile off of his face.

I wonder if he went home and cried in his pillow?  Or if he even understands that this is just the beginning... of the end.
And speaking of the Idiot Jerk, I've been reading how Republicans are sporting their own "woe is me' faces, feeling so... betrayed by his deal with the Democrats.  Holy Crap!  How stupid are these people?  Didn't they know who they were voting for?  Well, that's a pretty dumb question, they voted for him after all.

It's a stretch

This morning at Planet Fitness was interesting.  I have a routine that I follow however, since I'm a versatile kind of guy, I have to shake it up, do it out of sequence, and that happened this AM because the Three Caballeros were using the chest equipment and they were chit-chatting behind me while I was doing my presses.   Holy Crap, talk about shallow pretentiousness.  Each has their own water bottle, their own towel, and a pad to jot notes in:  one has a fancy clipboard in a case and the other two have steno pads (that's right, steno pads, I didn't know they made those anymore).  And they surround themselves with their "equipment" and then stand there a chit-chat.  Note, they don't really talk.  Talking is using words that have meaning in a way that creates an idea which makes sense.  Chit-chat is air passing over vocal cords to make sounds which most often have no logic.  So, instead of doing my hammer curls, I went over and did my sets of Lat Pulldowns until they gathered their "gear" and moved on.   As a result, I ended up stretching my gym time out another 10 minutes, which is actually a good thing so maybe their chit-chat about using "using coupons to buy meat," had some value after all.
And speaking of stretching, what about the Idiot Jr?  Emails?  "Love it!"  Evidently the media isn't stretching for their truth, and the Idiot's claim that they're involved in a 'Witch Hunt' is just a stretch of the truth.  I mean, you have to admit that this is funny as hell.  All of those Conservative morons voted for a Traitor who had no problem asking a foreign government for help in winning the election.  A foreign government, by the way, that wants to make America Ungreat.   I also have no doubts that this is one of the main reasons McTurtle has demanded Congress delay their August recess.  In fact, it would surprise me if Conservatives all over DC have seen the Cyrillic Eviction notice written on the White House Wall.

Of course, there really are a lot of different types of stretches, just like there are all sorts of words, and sounds, and the Idiot and his entire family seem to have no problem in taking the truth and pulling it tightly onto the frame of their preferred reality.  Me?  Give me real, muscles any day.