At this moment, they (Natl Weather Service, local weather jocks) are predicting that Atlanta and the surrounding area is going to be hit with a major snowstorm on Sunday night. And by major, I mean some estimates have potential accumulation of up to 6 or 7 inches.
For a city that panics at an inch, that's a blizzard.
However, if this is the case, then a miracle has occurred.
Because I'm not going to be at work when the snow starts. For once, the luck of the draw has me off work when Nature hits. I'm always the "go to" guy for shift coverage, mainly because I've worked in the department long enough that I can handle pretty much any shift.
And I admit it, I'm greedy. I love the overtime.
But this time, for once, I'm going to be able to be at home when it snows, and here's the most novel thing about it... potentially enjoy the experience.
What's projected at this time is for the snow to start at approximately sundown, 5pm and continue through the night, changing to freezing rain and ice at approximately 11am Monday morning, then back to snow around sundown. Which means an unholy mess on the streets.
Since temperatures won't be above freezing until Wednesday, it means a lingering unholy mess.
Thankfully, I have stocked up on food and other essentials, so there is no need for me to go anywhere. And given my utter distaste for driving in snow, there are no worries on that account.
Somehow though, this is going to end up biting me in the ass.
More later
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Christmas in Atlanta 2010
Well, for some reason beyond my comprehension, someone wished really hard and managed to get a white Christmas in Atlanta.
Normally, I'd be as excited about this as the next person. Provided I was at home enjoying the scenery from the comfort of my home.
However, as it turns out, I am currently shaking the overtime tree rather vigorously. Because of departmental "shortcomings", each shift has only two people. And when one's shiftmate has roughly two weeks of vacation to use and is quicker than ones self in requesting said vacation time, it leads to massive amounts of overtime, albeit forced.
My current rotation has me off on Fridays and Saturdays.
Well, Christmas Day was a Saturday this year, so the company paid holiday was Friday.
I've been working since the Sunday prior, so with shiftmate off on vacation for the week, I get to work my days off. And come back on Sunday and Monday because that's shiftmate's normal off days.
Well, as you might remember, I'm not particularly fond of snow.
Especially when work's involved, ie when it snows while I'm at work and effectively traps me there because my relief can't get in.
So there I am, working on Christmas Day, when it starts to snow. And stick.
But it's only making the streets wet, so driving isn't a hazard yet. It's continuing to come down, and I'm sweating bullets about whether or not relief will be in.
Thankfully, relief arrived and I flew my happy ass home.
Well, so to speak anyway.
I drove with conditions in mind.
Temperatures, which were right above freezing, are now dropping, making those wet roads a major hazard.
Thankfully, I don't have to be at work again until 3pm tomorrow, meaning that with projected daytime temperatures in the mid 40's, it'll all be melted by the time I have to go back in.
Remember that, kids. Grandpa Merlin doesn't do snow and ice well.
I know I'm going to be missing birthdays because your mother didn't have the common sense to have ya'll in warm weather, but these things cannot be helped. I love ya'll regardless.
Perhaps one day all my nagging of your mother will bear fruit and ya'll will move down here where it's warm (okay, most of the time - it's still better than KC, especially regarding volume of snow. Here you get a pretty picture and it's gone, there it stays for months and keeps coming - see blizzard)
Or, I'll win the lottery and it'll be a complete non issue.
I'm voting for the lottery win myself.
And that's got me thinking of just what I'd do if I were to win.
So come along if you will, for a Christmas fantasy story, about what I'd do.
First thing, get the money. Seriously, I want it accessible. And lets say, since it's my fantasy, that the jackpot is about 200 million for Mega Millions. (Which it is, I just checked).
Okay, so I've won. Now I have to decide whether to take the lump sum or the annuity.
If I take the lump sum, I'll get approximately 50 - 75 million before taxes. Taxes would then take approximately 50% (ballpark figure), leaving me with 25 - 37.5 million. No further taxes on that money, apart from sales taxes.
Or, I can take the annuity - this is a guaranteed payment yearly of 1/20th of the jackpot, spaced out over 20 years. However, taxes come out of this each year. So, ballparking it as 200 million that makes a yearly payment of approximately 10 million, of which 50% is taken for taxes, leaving 5 million. Over a 20 year span, I would eventually end up with 100 million.
Now, I believe that in the case of an annuity, it's part of my Estate.
So that's also a factor. Decisions, decisions.
I elect to go for the annuity.
Now, I have by this time engaged an accountant, a lawyer and probably a business manager. So, it's time to spend money. First, no matter what time of year it is, I'm going to grab Grandpa Don and drag him to the airport, where we will be hopping on the first flight to see you. While en route to the airport, I'll be arranging Uncle Ian's transportation to KC.
Thats the best thing about fantasies. No matter what, everyone does exactly what you want them to. So we fast forward, and your mom's prepared because she was in the top 5 of the people I called when this happened.
We arrive at the door, and everyone's ready to go. Despite Grandpa Don's bitching (and even in a fantasy, that's gonna happen) we're going to Disney World. I want to show you both the Magic Kingdom, the way it really should be seen. No holds barred, Ultra VIP treatment.
So after spending a million or two creating that fantasy within a fantasy, reality beckons.
Of course, I'm buying you a house somewhere warm. That, there's going to be absolutely no argument about. I'm not saying Texas warm, I'm saying where ever it is, there will not be measurable snowfall for an extended period.
And trust funds would be established for ya'll. College too.
You'd be able to meet Polgara and HRH Cleopatra too. That would be nice.
So I'm thinking compound, myself. That's where you have a large area of land that's yours, and you essentially subdivide it by building separate houses with a common area in the center.
You'd be in one house, I'd be in another, Grandpa Don and Uncle Ian in theirs, Grandma Lisa & Grandpa Joe in theirs... and it'd be on a lake. With mountains in the distance.
(Hey, it's my fantasy, I get to do this)
And that's how I'd spend the first year's money.
Fast forward to year two... travel. I'd buy an apartment on The World - specifically, since this is fantasy, the six bedroom penthouse, seen here. The World is a luxury liner that offers a unique opportunity to explore the world. You buy an apartment, like a condominium, and you travel to different world ports, where you can depart, and rejoin the ship at a later date in another port. I'm not explaining it clearly, it's late and I'm tired.
Regardless, that's how I want to travel. And with the size of that apartment, company isn't an issue, so when you're out of school, you'll be travelling. Just so you know.
Auntie Mame, that's me. Give me the money and I'll show you how to live.
Anyway... it's late, I'm tired, and that's enough of this fantasy for now.
Merry Christmas, Andrea & Aiden, and Jessica and Chris, and to all, a good night.
Normally, I'd be as excited about this as the next person. Provided I was at home enjoying the scenery from the comfort of my home.
However, as it turns out, I am currently shaking the overtime tree rather vigorously. Because of departmental "shortcomings", each shift has only two people. And when one's shiftmate has roughly two weeks of vacation to use and is quicker than ones self in requesting said vacation time, it leads to massive amounts of overtime, albeit forced.
My current rotation has me off on Fridays and Saturdays.
Well, Christmas Day was a Saturday this year, so the company paid holiday was Friday.
I've been working since the Sunday prior, so with shiftmate off on vacation for the week, I get to work my days off. And come back on Sunday and Monday because that's shiftmate's normal off days.
Well, as you might remember, I'm not particularly fond of snow.
Especially when work's involved, ie when it snows while I'm at work and effectively traps me there because my relief can't get in.
So there I am, working on Christmas Day, when it starts to snow. And stick.
But it's only making the streets wet, so driving isn't a hazard yet. It's continuing to come down, and I'm sweating bullets about whether or not relief will be in.
Thankfully, relief arrived and I flew my happy ass home.
Well, so to speak anyway.
I drove with conditions in mind.
Temperatures, which were right above freezing, are now dropping, making those wet roads a major hazard.
Thankfully, I don't have to be at work again until 3pm tomorrow, meaning that with projected daytime temperatures in the mid 40's, it'll all be melted by the time I have to go back in.
Remember that, kids. Grandpa Merlin doesn't do snow and ice well.
I know I'm going to be missing birthdays because your mother didn't have the common sense to have ya'll in warm weather, but these things cannot be helped. I love ya'll regardless.
Perhaps one day all my nagging of your mother will bear fruit and ya'll will move down here where it's warm (okay, most of the time - it's still better than KC, especially regarding volume of snow. Here you get a pretty picture and it's gone, there it stays for months and keeps coming - see blizzard)
Or, I'll win the lottery and it'll be a complete non issue.
I'm voting for the lottery win myself.
And that's got me thinking of just what I'd do if I were to win.
So come along if you will, for a Christmas fantasy story, about what I'd do.
First thing, get the money. Seriously, I want it accessible. And lets say, since it's my fantasy, that the jackpot is about 200 million for Mega Millions. (Which it is, I just checked).
Okay, so I've won. Now I have to decide whether to take the lump sum or the annuity.
If I take the lump sum, I'll get approximately 50 - 75 million before taxes. Taxes would then take approximately 50% (ballpark figure), leaving me with 25 - 37.5 million. No further taxes on that money, apart from sales taxes.
Or, I can take the annuity - this is a guaranteed payment yearly of 1/20th of the jackpot, spaced out over 20 years. However, taxes come out of this each year. So, ballparking it as 200 million that makes a yearly payment of approximately 10 million, of which 50% is taken for taxes, leaving 5 million. Over a 20 year span, I would eventually end up with 100 million.
Now, I believe that in the case of an annuity, it's part of my Estate.
So that's also a factor. Decisions, decisions.
I elect to go for the annuity.
Now, I have by this time engaged an accountant, a lawyer and probably a business manager. So, it's time to spend money. First, no matter what time of year it is, I'm going to grab Grandpa Don and drag him to the airport, where we will be hopping on the first flight to see you. While en route to the airport, I'll be arranging Uncle Ian's transportation to KC.
Thats the best thing about fantasies. No matter what, everyone does exactly what you want them to. So we fast forward, and your mom's prepared because she was in the top 5 of the people I called when this happened.
We arrive at the door, and everyone's ready to go. Despite Grandpa Don's bitching (and even in a fantasy, that's gonna happen) we're going to Disney World. I want to show you both the Magic Kingdom, the way it really should be seen. No holds barred, Ultra VIP treatment.
So after spending a million or two creating that fantasy within a fantasy, reality beckons.
Of course, I'm buying you a house somewhere warm. That, there's going to be absolutely no argument about. I'm not saying Texas warm, I'm saying where ever it is, there will not be measurable snowfall for an extended period.
And trust funds would be established for ya'll. College too.
You'd be able to meet Polgara and HRH Cleopatra too. That would be nice.
So I'm thinking compound, myself. That's where you have a large area of land that's yours, and you essentially subdivide it by building separate houses with a common area in the center.
You'd be in one house, I'd be in another, Grandpa Don and Uncle Ian in theirs, Grandma Lisa & Grandpa Joe in theirs... and it'd be on a lake. With mountains in the distance.
(Hey, it's my fantasy, I get to do this)
And that's how I'd spend the first year's money.
Fast forward to year two... travel. I'd buy an apartment on The World - specifically, since this is fantasy, the six bedroom penthouse, seen here. The World is a luxury liner that offers a unique opportunity to explore the world. You buy an apartment, like a condominium, and you travel to different world ports, where you can depart, and rejoin the ship at a later date in another port. I'm not explaining it clearly, it's late and I'm tired.
Regardless, that's how I want to travel. And with the size of that apartment, company isn't an issue, so when you're out of school, you'll be travelling. Just so you know.
Auntie Mame, that's me. Give me the money and I'll show you how to live.
Anyway... it's late, I'm tired, and that's enough of this fantasy for now.
Merry Christmas, Andrea & Aiden, and Jessica and Chris, and to all, a good night.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
B'sidhe has died
B'sidhe has died.
The past couple of days have worked out that I encountered an opportunity for overtime.
My hope was that I'd be able to pull together enough to pay for B'sidhe to go to the vet and that I'd be able to cover whatever procedure would be necessary.
Unfortunately, the timing wasn't right.
B'sidhe died. I was doing some cleaning and I found her in the bathroom cabinet.
She was with me for 17 years...
The past couple of days have worked out that I encountered an opportunity for overtime.
My hope was that I'd be able to pull together enough to pay for B'sidhe to go to the vet and that I'd be able to cover whatever procedure would be necessary.
Unfortunately, the timing wasn't right.
B'sidhe died. I was doing some cleaning and I found her in the bathroom cabinet.
She was with me for 17 years...
Thursday, December 9, 2010
B'sidhe
B'sidhe is dying. I know that deep in my heart I expected this one day...I just didn't expect it today.
She's the cat that came into my life the day I lost Pyewacket to some speeding douchebag.
It's so hard to believe that happened over 17 years ago....just a couple of days ago, she was her usual self, climbing where she knew she wasn't supposed to, giving everyone (Polgara and Cleopatra) absolute hell, and doing her "I'm lonely, where's everyone" yodel.
Now, in just a couple of days, she's lost a serious amount of weight, she's lethargic, refusing treats, and the biggest shocker of all, she was going to allow Cleopatra to steal treats literally right from under her nose. One thing you never ever do is try to steal food from B'sidhe. She didn't hiss, she didn't swat at her, she was just going to allow it to happen. That's what's freaked me out the most.
I'm going to take her to the vet tomorrow, to determine what's wrong aside from old age.
Then I'll have to make a quality of life decision. I don't know what to do.
If the Dr says she's in pain, do I spare her pain and have her put down then?
Of course, best case scenario is that the vet will say that she's just old and a vitamin shot will do the trick.
Unfortunately, finances are also a major part of this.
I simply cannot afford to pay out thousands of dollars for treatment that may or may not work.
Hell, I can't even afford that for myself.
And the even bigger bitch is that her vet, Dr Gordon, retired years ago. He was affordable and would have given me a straight answer to this issue, and would have worked with me financially.
Now, I'm looking at trying to make a vet understand that I appreciate honesty above all else, and that they'll be *very* sorry if they try to talk down to me.
Crap. I'm digressing. I'm going to try and get her to eat something now.
I'll post more after I know more.
She's the cat that came into my life the day I lost Pyewacket to some speeding douchebag.
It's so hard to believe that happened over 17 years ago....just a couple of days ago, she was her usual self, climbing where she knew she wasn't supposed to, giving everyone (Polgara and Cleopatra) absolute hell, and doing her "I'm lonely, where's everyone" yodel.
Now, in just a couple of days, she's lost a serious amount of weight, she's lethargic, refusing treats, and the biggest shocker of all, she was going to allow Cleopatra to steal treats literally right from under her nose. One thing you never ever do is try to steal food from B'sidhe. She didn't hiss, she didn't swat at her, she was just going to allow it to happen. That's what's freaked me out the most.
I'm going to take her to the vet tomorrow, to determine what's wrong aside from old age.
Then I'll have to make a quality of life decision. I don't know what to do.
If the Dr says she's in pain, do I spare her pain and have her put down then?
Of course, best case scenario is that the vet will say that she's just old and a vitamin shot will do the trick.
Unfortunately, finances are also a major part of this.
I simply cannot afford to pay out thousands of dollars for treatment that may or may not work.
Hell, I can't even afford that for myself.
And the even bigger bitch is that her vet, Dr Gordon, retired years ago. He was affordable and would have given me a straight answer to this issue, and would have worked with me financially.
Now, I'm looking at trying to make a vet understand that I appreciate honesty above all else, and that they'll be *very* sorry if they try to talk down to me.
Crap. I'm digressing. I'm going to try and get her to eat something now.
I'll post more after I know more.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Welcome, Aiden Kelly
You'll have to forgive me for not getting this done sooner, Aiden.
I'm personally putting it down to "second child syndrome"... the fact of the matter is that I had Andrea's pictures within minutes of her birth.
Your pictures? I finally got some today. Two weeks after your arrival.
Regardless, here you are!
I'm personally putting it down to "second child syndrome"... the fact of the matter is that I had Andrea's pictures within minutes of her birth.
Your pictures? I finally got some today. Two weeks after your arrival.
Regardless, here you are!
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| Aiden, Chris and Jessica |
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| Mr. Aiden Christopher |
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| Andrea, Jessica and Aiden |
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| Aiden & Daddy |
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| Aiden Christopher |
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| Daddy, Andrea, Mommy & Aiden |
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| Aiden Christopher |
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| Aiden & Chris (aka Daddy) |
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| Mommy & Daddy |
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| Aiden |
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| Gramma Lisa |
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Picture update on Aiden
Wow. That's all I can say. Wow.
You've been here almost 24 hours, and I have a total of TWO pictures of you.
Actually, let me rephrase that. I personally have ONE picture of you, Grandpa Don has two.
He sent me the one of you and your mom and sister, and he's got your closeup picture, which I'm supposed to be receiving shortly.
Regardless, only TWO pictures?
C'mon, Jessica, Chris, Lisa, and Joe! TWO pictures?
Jess, you're excused because you just produced Aiden.
But the rest of you? Get serious!
Just because I couldn't make it up there for the birth doesn't mean I should get shut out of the picture sharing!
So SHARE already!!
It's not like you're using actual film, ferchrissakes... it's DIGITAL!
I WANT MY PICTURES!!!
You've been here almost 24 hours, and I have a total of TWO pictures of you.
Actually, let me rephrase that. I personally have ONE picture of you, Grandpa Don has two.
He sent me the one of you and your mom and sister, and he's got your closeup picture, which I'm supposed to be receiving shortly.
Regardless, only TWO pictures?
C'mon, Jessica, Chris, Lisa, and Joe! TWO pictures?
Jess, you're excused because you just produced Aiden.
But the rest of you? Get serious!
Just because I couldn't make it up there for the birth doesn't mean I should get shut out of the picture sharing!
So SHARE already!!
It's not like you're using actual film, ferchrissakes... it's DIGITAL!
I WANT MY PICTURES!!!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Welcome to the world, Aiden Christopher Kelly, born today
Well, your mom's relieved, you finally decided to make your appearance.
Don't know many details at the moment, my phone's kinda screwed up and has no sound.
So when your Grandpa Don texted me that you were on the way, of course I didn't get the message until 6 hours later.
However, he did tell me you were 9 lbs - you'll discover this over the course of time, however best you also learn it from the beginning. Grandpa Don doesn't do details well. If I'd gotten Grandma Lisa on the phone, I coulda found out your birth weight, your size, and your birth time.
So your birth chart will have to wait until I talk to her.
Regardless, welcome to the world, kid. And Jess, if you're reading this, WHERE ARE MY PICTURES?????
I'm the crazy Unca Merlin your big sister Andrea's gonna warn you about.
Proof I'm crazy? Your baby pictures are going up just as soon as I get them.
Ask Andrea. I did it to her too.
Don't know many details at the moment, my phone's kinda screwed up and has no sound.
So when your Grandpa Don texted me that you were on the way, of course I didn't get the message until 6 hours later.
However, he did tell me you were 9 lbs - you'll discover this over the course of time, however best you also learn it from the beginning. Grandpa Don doesn't do details well. If I'd gotten Grandma Lisa on the phone, I coulda found out your birth weight, your size, and your birth time.
So your birth chart will have to wait until I talk to her.
Regardless, welcome to the world, kid. And Jess, if you're reading this, WHERE ARE MY PICTURES?????
I'm the crazy Unca Merlin your big sister Andrea's gonna warn you about.
Proof I'm crazy? Your baby pictures are going up just as soon as I get them.
Ask Andrea. I did it to her too.
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