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ex wife had her surgery yesterday. after multiple specialists scared the hell out of her--no signs of cancer. pathology will confirm on Friday.

took daughter to the hospital to visit today. after she had said over and over that she wasn't worried and didn't want to talk about it, on the way home she just kept asking, "Is mom going to be ok?" such a relief to be able to tell her yes.
Great news!
Phew... great to hear. :thumbup:

 
Free AM Crunchwrap at Taco Bell tomorrow for World Series stuff.

Had one before, they aren't too bad if your cholesterol is at normal levels.

 
Apparently somewhere along the way my grandfather changed his will to say that half of everything he has will go to Sponge-Bob Giantpants.

Also, Gigantisaurus has claimed to have a fiance - uh huh, she "lives in Canada Lexington" - and that he hasn't pursued getting married because he was "taking care of" his mom and my grandpa. Nevermind that my 95-year-old grandpa does, in addition to all the money-having (he doesn't have much), all the cooking, cleaning, yardwork, clearing the driveway of snow, etc - hell, he even takes out the ####### garbage because fatass couldn't possibly. Allegedly now that his mom died Biggie Pants is going to get married on May 1 and it's no problem that my grandpa is going to sell the house now. Well, except that my mom overheard him today BEGGING a woman to take him in and let him live with her and/or marry her.

I am honestly worried for my grandpa's health. Not because he's sick at all - when we visited senior living facilities we learned the only meds he is on at his age are high-blood-pressure meds. But because I don't know what this guy could do and learned that he once was giving my grandpa his meds (we convinced grandpa to do it himself instead). New imperative is just getting grandpa out of his house and into a new place ASAP no matter what it costs, and dealing with Baby Huey thereafter.

Oh, and a muffaletta (sp?) is a beautiful and glorious sandwich, and Aaron's :blackolivesmatter: post is maybe the best post in this thread.

 
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Put me in Tanner's #TeamNoFamilyPhoto for every ####### gathering. My wife is a photog, so I have to comply... But I clown up a lot of family photos with goofy facial expressions as a form of non-violent protest.

 
Grandpa needs to move to your beautiful neck of the woods. Biggie Smells needs a necks punch.
I thought of this today and considered mentioning to my mom - let's just move him out here? I think "well, we could just take him in because how long could that be" and then I think how healthy he is and maybe ten years or more of having Grandpa and realize I'm not ready to get divorced just yet.

 
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Not sure what's funny, but it's all been pretty well discussed here in the last several days.
Oh I missed it. I thought it was all funny, I liked the vernacular and the description of the situation is all. No offense.
:hifive: No worries; I couldn't figure as you know I'm a Dr. D fan. :) I'm emotionally exhausted at the moment and likely to misread.
FWIW my 95 year-old Grandma died last month, she had a great run. 12th of 17 children, WWII vet, Middle School Teacher, college graduate in the days women weren't college graduates, and as sharp as a tack until the day she died. She was a very angry woman, maybe I get some of that from her, but she never let anyone get the upper hand on her. My Grandpa, who was my favorite human ever, loved her like a gay guy loves his chaps.

I asked my cousins for the family heirloom which is the "paddle" something a depression era grandmother always had on hand. I was the oldest grandchild so she wasn't as hard on me as she was the other kids, but she was someone to fear.

I remember she saved me the day I ate some jalapeños out of the jar then decided to stick my hands down my pants (something boys never really get over, making us boys). Get outside, pull your pants down, spray your 8-year-old grandson down with a hose.

I got her a 90th birthday present, a thank you photo signed by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Admiral Mullen for her service in WWII. She said, "I know you have connections but I was expecting this Admiral to be here at my party." She was a peach if there ever was one.

 
Not sure what's funny, but it's all been pretty well discussed here in the last several days.
Oh I missed it. I thought it was all funny, I liked the vernacular and the description of the situation is all. No offense.
:hifive: No worries; I couldn't figure as you know I'm a Dr. D fan. :) I'm emotionally exhausted at the moment and likely to misread.
FWIW my 95 year-old Grandma died last month, she had a great run. 12th of 17 children, WWII vet, Middle School Teacher, college graduate in the days women weren't college graduates, and as sharp as a tack until the day she died. She was a very angry woman, maybe I get some of that from her, but she never let anyone get the upper hand on her. My Grandpa, who was my favorite human ever, loved her like a gay guy loves his chaps.

I asked my cousins for the family heirloom which is the "paddle" something a depression era grandmother always had on hand. I was the oldest grandchild so she wasn't as hard on me as she was the other kids, but she was someone to fear.

I remember she saved me the day I ate some jalapeños out of the jar then decided to stick my hands down my pants (something boys never really get over, making us boys). Get outside, pull your pants down, spray your 8-year-old grandson down with a hose.

I got her a 90th birthday present, a thank you photo signed by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Admiral Mullen for her service in WWII. She said, "I know you have connections but I was expecting this Admiral to be here at my party." She was a peach if there ever was one.
I didn't read this because you are a fart face.

 
And imposed for the photo with my mom (on her 80th) and my siblings. This was the important one.

I balked at the one of MY family and my mom.

And mom didn't seem to care. Sis was a different story.

 
Wait, wait! Moar about Tanner and his sister's fistfight, plz.
I never touched her. She pushed and smacked and I backed up. I did laugh and say "you're hitting me? You're hitting me? Everybody look! She's hitting me. Oh god she's hitting me." And that was all delivered in the same tone as "help help, I'm being repressed! Now we see the violence inherent in the system!"It was glorious.

 
Wait, wait! Moar about Tanner and his sister's fistfight, plz.
I never touched her. She pushed and smacked and I backed up. I did laugh and say "you're hitting me? You're hitting me? Everybody look! She's hitting me. Oh god she's hitting me." And that was all delivered in the same tone as "help help, I'm being repressed! Now we see the violence inherent in the system!"It was glorious.
What did she do after that? Is she filled with shame at this point?

 
If the question is: "What NBA city would you LEAST like to relocate to and live the balance of your life", the obvious answer is Oklahoma City, right?

Challengers? Indianapolis, Salt Lake, Cleveland?

 
If the question is: "What NBA city would you LEAST like to relocate to and live the balance of your life", the obvious answer is Oklahoma City, right?

Challengers? Indianapolis, Salt Lake, Cleveland?
Cities in order of non-awfulness:

Cleveland

Oklahoma City

Indianapolis

[see next post]

 
Wait, wait! Moar about Tanner and his sister's fistfight, plz.
I never touched her. She pushed and smacked and I backed up. I did laugh and say "you're hitting me? You're hitting me? Everybody look! She's hitting me. Oh god she's hitting me." And that was all delivered in the same tone as "help help, I'm being repressed! Now we see the violence inherent in the system!"It was glorious.
What did she do after that? Is she filled with shame at this point?
I don't want to talk about it!

 
Wait, wait! Moar about Tanner and his sister's fistfight, plz.
I never touched her. She pushed and smacked and I backed up. I did laugh and say "you're hitting me? You're hitting me? Everybody look! She's hitting me. Oh god she's hitting me." And that was all delivered in the same tone as "help help, I'm being repressed! Now we see the violence inherent in the system!"It was glorious.
What did she do after that? Is she filled with shame at this point?
I don't want to talk about it!
OK, sorry.

I'll ask again in 3-5 days.

 
I'm down with SLC Punk.

Orlando is the correct answer though
Anything in Florida is pretty terrible. I think I like the Gulf Coast some, and maybe Tampa, but the rest of that state is horrendous. I mean people from Michigan and Maryland talk about it like it is Shangri-La; it's a humid, bug-infested, crazy person ####hole. It's like Fresno exploded in a 65k land area. I like the manatees and the gators, but you can keep the rest of it.

 
Orlando isn't centered around a Mormon Temple, nor populated with freaks. Just a giant theme park and, uh, Floridans. :mellow:

My aunt lives in Park City. Spent a long week there. Never. Again.

 
I like Salt Lake. Or at least, I like Utah. Or more specifically I like my wife's Utah family because even though they're devout mormons they don't care if I bring beer to their parties and legitimately seem non judgmental about it and sometimes her uncles steal a beer and her dad always drinks everything I leave at his place and then blames it on me the next day in a wink wink way. That really has very little to do with Salt Lake, I guess. But I been there once. When I went their with my now wife for a week to meet her family when we were in college her cool aunt said you guys are probably sick of us why don't you go to Salt Lake and get a hotel room for a night and so we got a jacuzzi and got drunk and banged all night in sin. What was the question again?

 
I like Salt Lake. Or at least, I like Utah. Or more specifically I like my wife's Utah family because even though they're devout mormons they don't care if I bring beer to their parties and legitimately seem non judgmental about it and sometimes her uncles steal a beer and her dad always drinks everything I leave at his place and then blames it on me the next day in a wink wink way. That really has very little to do with Salt Lake, I guess. But I been there once. When I went their with my now wife for a week to meet her family when we were in college her cool aunt said you guys are probably sick of us why don't you go to Salt Lake and get a hotel room for a night and so we got a jacuzzi and got drunk and banged all night in sin. What was the question again?
I didn't read this because you are a fart face.
:own3d:

 
I like Salt Lake. Or at least, I like Utah. Or more specifically I like my wife's Utah family because even though they're devout mormons they don't care if I bring beer to their parties and legitimately seem non judgmental about it and sometimes her uncles steal a beer and her dad always drinks everything I leave at his place and then blames it on me the next day in a wink wink way. That really has very little to do with Salt Lake, I guess. But I been there once. When I went their with my now wife for a week to meet her family when we were in college her cool aunt said you guys are probably sick of us why don't you go to Salt Lake and get a hotel room for a night and so we got a jacuzzi and got drunk and banged all night in sin. What was the question again?
I didn't read this because you are a fart face.
:own3d:
damn you, ##########.

 

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