Crew Safety Glasses

While watching ESPN's funny car competition, I noticed that quite a few the pit crew members did not wear either safety glasses or hearing protection. Aren't they mancated by OSHA? These are working hot pits. I would think that someone would be paying attention to safety issues like this.
Thank you.

Osha has no mandates over them. The Nhra sets all the safety rules. OSHA, does not tell the drivers they have to wear helmets, the nhra does. They all have to sign a waiver stating they are working and driving at their own risk, similar to the release the fans sign to watch them. They are encouraged to wear ear protection, but not required.

2007-09-16 18:18:08 by whitehairblueeyes

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I have been told that I resemble two celebrities. In the summer I wear a crew cut and coworkers told me that with my safety glasses on I look like Drew Carey.
In the winter I grow out my hair and grow a beard and was told that i looked like Richard Karn, Al from "Home Improvement". Who do you most resemble?
We must be a fine looking bunch!
Check out Pauly's picture. I usually see him on Polls and Surveys. Somebody pointed out that he looks a lot like John Cusack.

Clyde from Any Which Way But Loose.

2006-11-04 18:56:18 by Q.T.π Reuben

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In Reference to Her Children
by Anne Bradstreet
I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,
Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest.
I nurst them up with pain and care,
No cost nor labour did I spare
Till at the last they felt their wing,
Mounted the Trees and learned to sing.
Chief of the Brood then took his flight
To Regions far and left me quite.
My mournful chirps I after send
Till he return, or I do end.
Leave not thy nest, thy Dame and Sire,
Fly back and sing amidst this Quire.
My second bird did take her flight
And with her mate flew out of sight.
Southward they both their course did bend,
And Seasons twain they there did spend,
Till after blown by Southern gales
They Norward steer'd with filled sails.
A prettier bird was no where seen,
Along the Beach, among the treen.
I have a third of colour white
On whom I plac'd no small delight,
Coupled with mate loving and true,
Hath also bid her Dame adieu.
And where Aurora first appears,
She now hath percht to spend her years.
One to the Academy flew
To chat among that learned crew.
Ambition moves still in his breast
That he might chant above the rest,
Striving for more than to do well,
That nightingales he might excell.
My fifth, whose down is yet scarce gone,
Is 'mongst the shrubs and bushes flown
And as his wings increase in strength
On higher boughs he'll perch at length.
My other three still with me nest
Until they're grown, then as the rest,
Or here or there, they'll take their flight,
As is ordain'd, so shall they light.
If birds could weep, then would my tears
Let others know what are my fears
Lest this my brood some harm should catch
And be surpris'd for want of watch
Whilst pecking corn and void of care
They fall un'wares in Fowler's snare;
Or whilst on trees they sit and sing
Some untoward boy at them do fling,
Or whilst allur'd with bell and glass
The net be spread and caught, alas;
Or lest by Lime-twigs they be foil'd;
Or by some greedy hawks be spoil'd.
O would, my young, ye saw my breast
And knew what thoughts there sadly rest.
Great was my pain when I you bred,
Great was my care when I you fed.
Long did I keep you soft and warm
And with my wings kept off all harm.
My cares are more, and fears, than ever,
My throbs such now as 'fore were never.
Alas, my birds, you wisdom want
Of perils you are ignorant.
Oft times in grass, on trees, in flight,
Sore accidents on you may light.
O to your safety have an eye,
So happy may you live and die.
Mean while, my days in tunes I'll spend
Till my weak lays with me shall end.
In shady woods I'll sit and sing
And things that past, to mind I'll bring.
Once young and pleasant, as are you,
But former toys (no joys) adieu!
My age I will not once lament
But sing, my time so near is spent,
And from the top bough take my flight
Into a country beyond sight
Where old ones instantly grow young
And there with seraphims set song.
No seasons cold, nor storms they see
But spring lasts to eternity.
When each of you shall in your nest
Among your young ones take your rest,
In chirping languages oft them tell
You had a Dame that lov'd you well,
That did what could be done for young
And nurst you up till you were strong
And 'fore she once would let you fly
She shew'd you joy and misery,
Taught what was good, and what was ill,
What would save life, and what would kill.
Thus gone, amongst you I may live,
And dead, yet speak and counsel give.
Farewell, my birds, farewell, adieu,
I happy am, if well with you.

The tone is bittersweet. It is a mothers lament over her children growing up. And how she hopes life will be kind to them, and how she worries more now they are grown, without being able to 'watch over ' them.
She hopes that what she has imparted to them will be enough and that they will be safe.
'I nurst them up with pain and care'. - reveals how much she enjoyed being a mother, and yet it was painful also.
'My cares are more and fears than ever' - shows that in adulthood her 'birds' give her greater cause for concern. 'Lest this my brood some harm should catch'
Motherhood will never end is another theme.
What a beautiful poem.

2006-12-18 19:57:53 by redsoxfan6700

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Great, I'm moving again, another country, another school, another year of pure torture. All because of my stupid mom's great success of inventing. And you would think about mom's having real frilly jobs, like cosmetology,or a wedding designer, or something around those careers. You know, it gets even funnier, my dad works in a shoe store part-time. How neat.
"Anna, listen, sweetheart. You are going to have a great time here. And plus, we will be here for more than a year this time. Isn't that great?" My mom tried to cheer me up. Not happening.
"Huh, a year. let's have a party." Sarcasm is one of my few talents, the other, irritating my parents so much, they've sent me to boarding school to supposedly help my attitude.Sure, let them dream.
"Okay, that is not really nice sweetie." My mother was about to lose it, one more blow, and it was time for my dad to step in, ooh, scary.
"Just stop with the sweetie, Linda." That did it, definitely.
"You are to never call me that!" Oh, yeah, this is what I call entertainment.
"Yeah, okay." I really feel frightened. Good thing the cab stopped at the airport, or i might have died of fright.
"That's 15.95 ma'am." The cab driver so far was my friend, egging my dad on about politics.
"Uhm, you told me 10.50 last time."
"Yeah yeah, you want me to raise it?"
"No, you told me 10.50." she was turning red.
" Pay me, or i'm taking it to court!" Now, he's my best friend.
She hesitated, and finally payed him. Yay for her. So, i got my suitcase, and headed inside the Jacksonville Airport. Our plane left in 1 hour, bye to my fifteenth home. It was flying to New York, and from ther, it was some foreign country.
"Anna, would you give me my carry-on, please." Great, my mom has three bags. I wonder if she packed her bubbly personality. All I packed was my last bit of dignity, a few items of clothing, and a good book.

We headed to the plane. I guess it was nice. I took out my book, and my glasses, and got on. After all the safety anouncments were over, the crew brought out a pink and purple cake, with 14 candles. The woman over the intercom announced it was my birthday, and the singing began.
"Mom!" i tried to make everyone on the plane hear it.
"What, dear?" She was so happy, with her little pink lipgloss.
"You are ruining my life!" I'm pretty sure everyone heard it that time. So, i got up, and went to the back of the plane, no one was there. Just me, how i liked it. I took out my book, and read for a while, then i got bored, so i wrote, "My life is ruined" 200 times on a piece of paper. Which was true. We landed about 4 hours after that, and i got off, took my bag, and hid in the McDonalds restroom. It took my parents about 15 minutes before the plane left to that other country to find me. They were stupid enough to look in a Claire's. How dumb. So then, we boarded that plane, and my parents were very unhappy with me. How sad.
"Anna." My mom was hesitating, again. I have an idea.
"Linda." I gave her a small smirk.
"Listen, I'm very upset with you."
"Big shock."
"Little lady, now you better," I cut her off.
" What, are you going to get dad to give me a punishment warning? Ooh, you are a very frightening parent." I smirked again.
Before she could say anything else, i was in another seat. I was real tired. So i fell asleep.
We must have had an ermegency landing, because we werent in the country my mom said we were going to, a sign said "Welcome to Gelick!" And my mom said we were going to Rome.

How does it sound so far? Should i continue, and add more on here, and let you read it, or is it bad, and should i try another kind of story?
please leave any comments, good or bad. Thx.
Thx, any
ya know what cathrl, its fiction, i didnt say the candles were lit, AND, I said her mom was bubbly, and doesn't get mad easily! so, if you want a perfect little story about a little girl who is so perfect and never does anything wrong, write one yourself! I wouldnt read it, because it would be very boring!

Why would she change school every time her parents move if she goes to boarding school anyway?

I'm afraid she sounds like an unpleasant spoiled brat. Are all those rude things things you wish you said to your parents when they annoy you but don't dare? She wouldn't dare either. She wouldn't be allowed to randomly move around the plane, and no way they'd have candles on a cake. And how could she possibly sleep through an emergency landing?

Forget your arrogant, unlikable main character, and get inside the heads of her parents for a while. How would they react to this sort of behaviour? Why aren't they doing so? If my fourteen year old behaved like that, I'd tan her backside until she stopped acting like a spoiled toddler. I certainly wouldn't bother taking her out of boarding school to spoil my flight to my new home.

2009-06-23 05:55:39 by Flyleaf is Life <3

In Reference to Her Children
by Anne Bradstreet
I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,
Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest.
I nurst them up with pain and care,
No cost nor labour did I spare
Till at the last they felt their wing,
Mounted the Trees and learned to sing.
Chief of the Brood then took his flight
To Regions far and left me quite.
My mournful chirps I after send
Till he return, or I do end.
Leave not thy nest, thy Dame and Sire,
Fly back and sing amidst this Quire.
My second bird did take her flight
And with her mate flew out of sight.
Southward they both their course did bend,
And Seasons twain they there did spend,
Till after blown by Southern gales
They Norward steer'd with filled sails.
A prettier bird was no where seen,
Along the Beach, among the treen.
I have a third of colour white
On whom I plac'd no small delight,
Coupled with mate loving and true,
Hath also bid her Dame adieu.
And where Aurora first appears,
She now hath percht to spend her years.
One to the Academy flew
To chat among that learned crew.
Ambition moves still in his breast
That he might chant above the rest,
Striving for more than to do well,
That nightingales he might excell.
My fifth, whose down is yet scarce gone,
Is 'mongst the shrubs and bushes flown
And as his wings increase in strength
On higher boughs he'll perch at length.
My other three still with me nest
Until they're grown, then as the rest,
Or here or there, they'll take their flight,
As is ordain'd, so shall they light.
If birds could weep, then would my tears
Let others know what are my fears
Lest this my brood some harm should catch
And be surpris'd for want of watch
Whilst pecking corn and void of care
They fall un'wares in Fowler's snare;
Or whilst on trees they sit and sing
Some untoward boy at them do fling,
Or whilst allur'd with bell and glass
The net be spread and caught, alas;
Or lest by Lime-twigs they be foil'd;
Or by some greedy hawks be spoil'd.
O would, my young, ye saw my breast
And knew what thoughts there sadly rest.
Great was my pain when I you bred,
Great was my care when I you fed.
Long did I keep you soft and warm
And with my wings kept off all harm.
My cares are more, and fears, than ever,
My throbs such now as 'fore were never.
Alas, my birds, you wisdom want
Of perils you are ignorant.
Oft times in grass, on trees, in flight,
Sore accidents on you may light.
O to your safety have an eye,
So happy may you live and die.
Mean while, my days in tunes I'll spend
Till my weak lays with me shall end.
In shady woods I'll sit and sing
And things that past, to mind I'll bring.
Once young and pleasant, as are you,
But former toys (no joys) adieu!
My age I will not once lament
But sing, my time so near is spent,
And from the top bough take my flight
Into a country beyond sight
Where old ones instantly grow young
And there with seraphims set song.
No seasons cold, nor storms they see
But spring lasts to eternity.
When each of you shall in your nest
Among your young ones take your rest,
In chirping languages oft them tell
You had a Dame that lov'd you well,
That did what could be done for young
And nurst you up till you were strong
And 'fore she once would let you fly
She shew'd you joy and misery,
Taught what was good, and what was ill,
What would save life, and what would kill.
Thus gone, amongst you I may live,
And dead, yet speak and counsel give.
Farewell, my birds, farewell, adieu,
I happy am, if well with you.

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2006-12-18 20:16:01 by redsoxfan6700