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Kind of like those alleged six miles.I did 100 pushups yesterday (not exactly in a row).
Kind of like those alleged six miles.I did 100 pushups yesterday (not exactly in a row).
Gutsiest move I ever saw, man.MisfitBlondes said:Selecting 1 QB and 6 Ds in Ultimate Survivor seems to annoy the sharks in the SP.
4 sets of 25. :flex:Kind of like those alleged six miles.I did 100 pushups yesterday (not exactly in a row).
MisfitBlondes said:Selecting 1 QB and 6 Ds in Ultimate Survivor seems to annoy the sharks in the SP. :(
I think I"m going to stay out of this thread for a while. Congrats, TF. :(Congrats TF! Thats three FBG offspring declared in the last week. This place is contagious. At least you caught the baby instead of the divorce.
I would like three units on "no".The hoarders compared with the meth-addict (or whatever) brother-in-law just have to be enough to do this in, don't they? Please tell me they are.YSR MARRIAGE?YES: -220NO: +180
How much time between sets? You can measure in units of hours, sandwiches, joints, or naps.4 sets of 25. :flex:Kind of like those alleged six miles.I did 100 pushups yesterday (not exactly in a row).
I'll go with 1 joint, 2 sandwiches & 1 nap. In that order.How much time between sets? You can measure in units of hours, sandwiches, joints, or naps.4 sets of 25. :flex:Kind of like those alleged six miles.I did 100 pushups yesterday (not exactly in a row).
I believe it was Brave Sir Robin, not Young Sir RobinYSR is female (or as female as anyone on this board is, I suppose)not sure what, if anything it stands for?Acronym contest?I always think YSR stands for Young Sir Robin. Anyone care to help a drunk guy on this?
lol. Like Jeep and DIYI always think YSR stands for Young Sir Robin. Anyone care to help a drunk guy on this?
Awesome news. I remember a while back you mentioned the effort. Always wanted to ask, but figured it wasn't something I needed to bring up.Gonna be a new pearl jam/saints/lsu fan(s) in around 9 months
Post reminder tomorrow.Pls send link to chatsor, tia
Congrats C!Gonna be a new pearl jam/saints/lsu fan(s) in around 9 months
Got it now, thx thoPost reminder tomorrow.Pls send link to chatsor, tia
What did Homer shoot?We were golfing last Friday morning and there was a 5-some in front of us, one of them being a young girl and obviously the daughter of one of the other guys. One of my GB's asks "hey, did you see that chick?" My cousin replies "yeah, she's a little girl." To which my GB retorts, "little girl? She looks like she's 15!"
You knowWhat did Homer shoot?We were golfing last Friday morning and there was a 5-some in front of us, one of them being a young girl and obviously the daughter of one of the other guys. One of my GB's asks "hey, did you see that chick?" My cousin replies "yeah, she's a little girl." To which my GB retorts, "little girl? She looks like she's 15!"
I think we all know what Homer shot. Let's not say it out loud.What did Homer shoot?We were golfing last Friday morning and there was a 5-some in front of us, one of them being a young girl and obviously the daughter of one of the other guys. One of my GB's asks "hey, did you see that chick?" My cousin replies "yeah, she's a little girl." To which my GB retorts, "little girl? She looks like she's 15!"
Fishy Fishy, WAKE UP!!!!I'm posting from the urgent care clinic, because my wife (who is 8.75 months pregnant and currently a raving lunatic, if I haven't already mentioned that) sliced her finger open on a broken piece of glass.
It happened towards the end of a nice dinner when our 2.5 year old daughter decided she wanted to be a ghost. So she grabbed the table cloth and pulled it over her head, spilling everything on that end of table including a newly full glass of water.
No big deal, except the wife recently purchased an antique, wooden table that just so happened not to be varnished or sealed or whatever it is that means the wood won't die upon contact from water. Also, despite talking about getting a water proof tablecloth for the past month, that never actually occurred. As such, the crazy lady currently inhabiting my wife's body decides this is the worst thing that could ever happen and completely loses it.
Also, I should mention she has all kinds of crafty stuff all over a corner of the table, crafty stuff that I would later find out entailed at least one piece of highly breakable, and razor sharp, glass.
So she's running around grabbing everything she can get her hands on, screaming "The table! The table!" Like she is Tori Spelling in a lifetime movie and the table is her child, and I am yelling at her to calm down, and all this yelling causes our daughter Abby to freak out as well. So I stop participating in Operation Salvage to calm Abby down, which, like MOP and pacifism, only enrages the wife further, and she starts actively yelling at me to help with the table and slamming things around. Naturally one of the things she is slamming is the aforementioned piece of glass, which shatters and then stabs her in her in the right ring finger and slicing it down to a "clearly going to need stitches" level.
So we all pile in my wifes car to seek medical attention, her sobbing in pain, Abby sobbing in terror, and what do I see but the "fill tank soon light, because my wife didn't bother to fill the tank after it came on earlier today.
Nonetheless we made it, and wife is getting attended to while I sit in the waiting room with a 2 year old who didn't get a full dinner, only took a half hour nap today (usual = 1.5 to 2 hours), and has already passed her bed time.
She is currently switching off between throwing the Field & Stream and Fit Pregnancy magazines around, yelling at the fish in the aquarium, and climbing on the tables and chairs.
I could really use a beer.
Thanks GB. No prob....been talking about it in the "trouble getting pregnant" thread and in chat....wasn't really keeping it a secretAwesome news. I remember a while back you mentioned the effort. Always wanted to ask, but figured it wasn't something I needed to bring up.Gonna be a new pearl jam/saints/lsu fan(s) in around 9 months
Ugh.Got it now, thx thoPost reminder tomorrow.Pls send link to chatsor, tia
GLGBI'm posting from the urgent care clinic, because my wife (who is 8.75 months pregnant and currently a raving lunatic, if I haven't already mentioned that) sliced her finger open on a broken piece of glass. It happened towards the end of a nice dinner when our 2.5 year old daughter decided she wanted to be a ghost. So she grabbed the table cloth and pulled it over her head, spilling everything on that end of table including a newly full glass of water.No big deal, except the wife recently purchased an antique, wooden table that just so happened not to be varnished or sealed or whatever it is that means the wood won't die upon contact from water. Also, despite talking about getting a water proof tablecloth for the past month, that never actually occurred. As such, the crazy lady currently inhabiting my wife's body decides this is the worst thing that could ever happen and completely loses it.Also, I should mention she has all kinds of crafty stuff all over a corner of the table, crafty stuff that I would later find out entailed at least one piece of highly breakable, and razor sharp, glass.So she's running around grabbing everything she can get her hands on, screaming "The table! The table!" Like she is Tori Spelling in a lifetime movie and the table is her child, and I am yelling at her to calm down, and all this yelling causes our daughter Abby to freak out as well. So I stop participating in Operation Salvage to calm Abby down, which, like MOP and pacifism, only enrages the wife further, and she starts actively yelling at me to help with the table and slamming things around. Naturally one of the things she is slamming is the aforementioned piece of glass, which shatters and then stabs her in her in the right ring finger and slicing it down to a "clearly going to need stitches" level.So we all pile in my wifes car to seek medical attention, her sobbing in pain, Abby sobbing in terror, and what do I see but the "fill tank soon light, because my wife didn't bother to fill the tank after it came on earlier today.Nonetheless we made it, and wife is getting attended to while I sit in the waiting room with a 2 year old who didn't get a full dinner, only took a half hour nap today (usual = 1.5 to 2 hours), and has already passed her bed time.She is currently switching off between throwing the Field & Stream and Fit Pregnancy magazines around, yelling at the fish in the aquarium, and climbing on the tables and chairs.I could really use a beer.
Congrats, TF. We tried IVF a couple of times before we adopted our boys. Didn't work out for us but I know how much it can suck at times. Glad you had success with it.Thanks GB. No prob....been talking about it in the "trouble getting pregnant" thread and in chat....wasn't really keeping it a secretAwesome news. I remember a while back you mentioned the effort. Always wanted to ask, but figured it wasn't something I needed to bring up.Gonna be a new pearl jam/saints/lsu fan(s) in around 9 months
:tardwave:Ugh.Got it now, thx thoPost reminder tomorrow.Pls send link to chatsor, tia
Gutsiest move I ever saw, man.MisfitBlondes said:Selecting 1 QB and 6 Ds in Ultimate Survivor seems to annoy the sharks in the SP.
Appreciate itCongrats, TF. We tried IVF a couple of times before we adopted our boys. Didn't work out for us but I know how much it can suck at times. Glad you had success with it.Thanks GB. No prob....been talking about it in the "trouble getting pregnant" thread and in chat....wasn't really keeping it a secretAwesome news. I remember a while back you mentioned the effort. Always wanted to ask, but figured it wasn't something I needed to bring up.Gonna be a new pearl jam/saints/lsu fan(s) in around 9 months
Gutsiest move I ever saw, man.MisfitBlondes said:Selecting 1 QB and 6 Ds in Ultimate Survivor seems to annoy the sharks in the SP.
I went like this. He went like that. I said, "Hollywood, where'd he go?" Hollywood said, "Where'd whooo gooo?" And he was laughing at us.
Saw that ad today. He looked good.Call your Congressman so that Fred Thompson's taxes don't go up.
Your wife sounds like a very nice person.1st time I have ever clicked in here, is it worth going back and reading 110 pages?I'm posting from the urgent care clinic, because my wife (who is 8.75 months pregnant and currently a raving lunatic, if I haven't already mentioned that) sliced her finger open on a broken piece of glass. It happened towards the end of a nice dinner when our 2.5 year old daughter decided she wanted to be a ghost. So she grabbed the table cloth and pulled it over her head, spilling everything on that end of table including a newly full glass of water.No big deal, except the wife recently purchased an antique, wooden table that just so happened not to be varnished or sealed or whatever it is that means the wood won't die upon contact from water. Also, despite talking about getting a water proof tablecloth for the past month, that never actually occurred. As such, the crazy lady currently inhabiting my wife's body decides this is the worst thing that could ever happen and completely loses it.Also, I should mention she has all kinds of crafty stuff all over a corner of the table, crafty stuff that I would later find out entailed at least one piece of highly breakable, and razor sharp, glass.So she's running around grabbing everything she can get her hands on, screaming "The table! The table!" Like she is Tori Spelling in a lifetime movie and the table is her child, and I am yelling at her to calm down, and all this yelling causes our daughter Abby to freak out as well. So I stop participating in Operation Salvage to calm Abby down, which, like MOP and pacifism, only enrages the wife further, and she starts actively yelling at me to help with the table and slamming things around. Naturally one of the things she is slamming is the aforementioned piece of glass, which shatters and then stabs her in her in the right ring finger and slicing it down to a "clearly going to need stitches" level.So we all pile in my wifes car to seek medical attention, her sobbing in pain, Abby sobbing in terror, and what do I see but the "fill tank soon light, because my wife didn't bother to fill the tank after it came on earlier today.Nonetheless we made it, and wife is getting attended to while I sit in the waiting room with a 2 year old who didn't get a full dinner, only took a half hour nap today (usual = 1.5 to 2 hours), and has already passed her bed time.She is currently switching off between throwing the Field & Stream and Fit Pregnancy magazines around, yelling at the fish in the aquarium, and climbing on the tables and chairs.I could really use a beer.
how else are you gonna catch up?Your wife sounds like a very nice person.1st time I have ever clicked in here, is it worth going back and reading 110 pages?I'm posting from the urgent care clinic, because my wife (who is 8.75 months pregnant and currently a raving lunatic, if I haven't already mentioned that) sliced her finger open on a broken piece of glass. It happened towards the end of a nice dinner when our 2.5 year old daughter decided she wanted to be a ghost. So she grabbed the table cloth and pulled it over her head, spilling everything on that end of table including a newly full glass of water.No big deal, except the wife recently purchased an antique, wooden table that just so happened not to be varnished or sealed or whatever it is that means the wood won't die upon contact from water. Also, despite talking about getting a water proof tablecloth for the past month, that never actually occurred. As such, the crazy lady currently inhabiting my wife's body decides this is the worst thing that could ever happen and completely loses it.Also, I should mention she has all kinds of crafty stuff all over a corner of the table, crafty stuff that I would later find out entailed at least one piece of highly breakable, and razor sharp, glass.So she's running around grabbing everything she can get her hands on, screaming "The table! The table!" Like she is Tori Spelling in a lifetime movie and the table is her child, and I am yelling at her to calm down, and all this yelling causes our daughter Abby to freak out as well. So I stop participating in Operation Salvage to calm Abby down, which, like MOP and pacifism, only enrages the wife further, and she starts actively yelling at me to help with the table and slamming things around. Naturally one of the things she is slamming is the aforementioned piece of glass, which shatters and then stabs her in her in the right ring finger and slicing it down to a "clearly going to need stitches" level.So we all pile in my wifes car to seek medical attention, her sobbing in pain, Abby sobbing in terror, and what do I see but the "fill tank soon light, because my wife didn't bother to fill the tank after it came on earlier today.Nonetheless we made it, and wife is getting attended to while I sit in the waiting room with a 2 year old who didn't get a full dinner, only took a half hour nap today (usual = 1.5 to 2 hours), and has already passed her bed time.She is currently switching off between throwing the Field & Stream and Fit Pregnancy magazines around, yelling at the fish in the aquarium, and climbing on the tables and chairs.I could really use a beer.
How many pints of blood were needed?I'm home now. 2 stitches.
TWO!
I'm home now. 2 stitches.
TWO!