Just because I am from California doesn't mean I sell marijuana plants! I work at the large orange home improvement warehouse, whose name will not be mentioned, as a plant specialist. I got my bachelors degree in horticulture and started my masters in environmental remediation. I got sidetracked with my daughter and have done strange jobs unrelated to my degree until now. Basically I am a maid who knows a lot about plants as i spend all day straightening up messes left behind by the public and trying to figure out what plant people want from a piece of leaf a micron long.
Hubby is a true jack of all trades and does heavy equipment operation, plumbing, electrical, whatever. This puts him in contact with a variety of strange people, some who are everyday strange and some who you don't want to know. Hubby has very good morals, will do nothing illegal or immoral or plain old wrong but you can't control what other people do. Anyway, to sum up, the missing and probably dead guy was NOT a friend by any stretch of the imagination, just a guy hubby did work for. The only thing I worry about is that somehow we will be mentioned in the whole scheme of things and the wrong people will get the wrong impression and we might have problems. It seems very unlikely but one wonders.
Other thane that, had an astonishing thing happen at work today. There is a lunch cart in front of our large orange store and the lady who runs it is social and gets bored when things are slow. I was tidying up and she happened by so we started chatting. She was eyeballing a bush, which I mentioned might look good but was evil and my goats ate mine much to my delight. She said she had goats, too. What kind? The same kind I have (Toggenburg) and actually they belonged to her daughter that lived between Auburn and Placerville. I said the breeder of my good doe was from that area. After a quick comparison of notes her daughter is the long lost original breeder of my doe! I got her third hand and never got the papers and was fiddling around in the Internet trying to decide what to do and a random chat with the weenie wagon lady brought me to my doe's original breeder who still had her papers! The other owners never registered her so legally the original breeder still is the owner and can give me the papers, no problem.
This is a plus, let me tell you!
The fact that my daughter with the new driver's license is being brought home by the tow truck, that sucks (no accident, this is good). Goat papers, good. Dinner, problem, what to feed the horde when they arrive...spaghetti is easy...if this is the summary of my life problems, all is good!
Karen
Hubby is a true jack of all trades and does heavy equipment operation, plumbing, electrical, whatever. This puts him in contact with a variety of strange people, some who are everyday strange and some who you don't want to know. Hubby has very good morals, will do nothing illegal or immoral or plain old wrong but you can't control what other people do. Anyway, to sum up, the missing and probably dead guy was NOT a friend by any stretch of the imagination, just a guy hubby did work for. The only thing I worry about is that somehow we will be mentioned in the whole scheme of things and the wrong people will get the wrong impression and we might have problems. It seems very unlikely but one wonders.
Other thane that, had an astonishing thing happen at work today. There is a lunch cart in front of our large orange store and the lady who runs it is social and gets bored when things are slow. I was tidying up and she happened by so we started chatting. She was eyeballing a bush, which I mentioned might look good but was evil and my goats ate mine much to my delight. She said she had goats, too. What kind? The same kind I have (Toggenburg) and actually they belonged to her daughter that lived between Auburn and Placerville. I said the breeder of my good doe was from that area. After a quick comparison of notes her daughter is the long lost original breeder of my doe! I got her third hand and never got the papers and was fiddling around in the Internet trying to decide what to do and a random chat with the weenie wagon lady brought me to my doe's original breeder who still had her papers! The other owners never registered her so legally the original breeder still is the owner and can give me the papers, no problem.
This is a plus, let me tell you!
The fact that my daughter with the new driver's license is being brought home by the tow truck, that sucks (no accident, this is good). Goat papers, good. Dinner, problem, what to feed the horde when they arrive...spaghetti is easy...if this is the summary of my life problems, all is good!
Karen
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