Fixing cloudy headlights with toothpaste???

I saw the video below and, yeah, right, like that would work.  Curiosity got the best of me and I tried it this morning.  I did two applications, didn’t spread it around first as in the video, but put a glob in the middle and spread it around with a clean rag.  Rinsed it off and, well, what can I say, it worked great, and cheap, my kind of fix.  This not only clears the headlights, it leaves them minty fresh.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4Ffx5epIMk

Here’s to better night vision!

Tony

The word of the day is   B E L I E V E

Coach Carroll believed, Russell Wilson believed, The Seahawks believed and the 12^th man believed.  When you truly believe, nothing is impossible. 

Believe in yourself and nothing is impossible!!!

Honey, can you fix this?? (!!!!)

These few words can bring fear to the stoutest male heart.  The discussion continues with "it is really a simple thing, should only take a few minutes", at which point that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach takes hold.   You know that the rest of this day is now committed and this mission may, and probably will, carry over into tomorrow. 

Being handy at fixing things can be valuable talent, but you must remember to keep the full extent of your capabilities from your most frequent "customer", your wife or significant other.  It can be rewarding to bring that what-cha-ma-call-it back to life and see that expression of approval and appreciation on her face, something the frail-male ego desperately seeks.

Some men, so endowed with the fix-it gene, have had the good sense to keep this ability to themselves.  Some have even gone so far as to dumb down their repair efforts to the point of asking her "which end of the screwdriver do I hold".  Smart move, you will now officially be removed from her speed-dial, at least for repair projects.

And there are the kids, and especially the grandkids.  Something that will melt the heart of even an old bridge troll like me are the words "PaPa fix?" in that small, quivering voice of a child whose complex electronic toy that is no longer doing their bidding.

You take it in hand with confidence, only allowing your mind to consider the universal fix in such situations, the batteries.  Deep in your heart, you know that the technology of this talking, walking zombie space minion is far beyond what you can master with a pair of pliers and three pound sledge hammer.  You must, however, continue your efforts toward resuscitating this high tech toy, not wanting to disappoint your grandson or granddaugher.

I grew up fixing and building things, something, I am sure, must be genetic as all of the men in my family have been so blessed (or cursed).  I am one of those who actually finds fulfillment and, dare I say, pleasure, in repairing and building things for my family.  So the Sea Hawks are marching toward the Super Bowl, there was that chair, you know the one, the one with three legs,  that has been hibernating in the garage since, ahhh, just let me measure the depth of dust that has accumulated on it.  Hmmmm, its been that long, Hummmm.

Anyway, I have finished two "Honey-Do" projects, I just checked the clock and it is (Yeah!!) Oly-thirty, the universal start time for happy hour.  Sitting here, with my favorite beverage in my left hand (I am actually right-handed, but one misdirected hammer blow has temporarily rendered me a "lefty").

Tomorrow is another day
"The sun will come out, tomorrow"  (where the heck did that come from??)  Oh, yes, the beverage.
Tony

Good Evening All,

Today, among my other tasks, I delivered my "letter of interest" to our PUD.  This is to offer my services on the PUD Citizen's Advisory Board.  Even though I lost the election, I still want to see our PUD succeed while still making arrangements for our less fortunate neighbors this winter.  The "letters" were due by January 15, so I was ahead of the game.

Now to see if I can serve in this capacity, it is up to the Commissioners now.
Have a great day tomorrow!
Tony

Excuses are easy, commitment is hard

I had signed up for the New Year’s Discovery 5k run/walk for today.  Over the last couple of days, a middle ear problem has resulted in some dizziness and vertigo.  When I got up this morning, the first day of a new year, I decided that I just wasn’t up to the event.  I emailed the organizer and advised them.

A bit later, after some reflection, I decided that, with the New Year, things in my life must change, that I would no longer accept excuses from myself.  I went, I did the 5K and am glad I did.  I wasn’t fast nor was I slow, I was somewhere in the between, you know, half-fast.

Life is too short to accept excuses for not doing something you want to do.  Excuses can come from yourself and, sometimes, even from someone else.   Regardless, I will no longer take the easy way out.   As John Kennedy said, September 12, 1962: 

"We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too."

I will never make it to the moon, but there are challenges for me out there, and within, and I will face them with the same determination.

May you make this New Year your best year ever, as I plan to do.

Tony