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GM's thread about nothing (26 Viewers)

For the record:

BSR agrees with Rudi regarding how tour sounds.

I know you all were curious as to what BSR's opinion was. Sorry it took me so long to post.

:D

 
I'm peeing off the back porch while surfing the web at this very moment. Just felt the need to share.

Oh, and I'm drinking Lone Star in case there was any doubt regarding the involvement of alcohol.

 
'BRONG said:
Observations from a Toyota service department...sitting here now. Drove up on the sales side of the dealership (love doing this) instead of service and had two guys climbing over each other to get to me. :lmao: Drove slowly and the guy is walking along side telling me to roll dow the window. Greatest shark tank going, car dealers. I ask him if he knows where the service department is and it's like telling a kid there is no Santa.Receptionist is hot. Then she gets off and the next one is even hotter. Also, there's an Asianed sales gal who, I am afraid if I don't get out of here soon, I'm about to buy a car from -- she is smokin. I've never seen a hot car saleswoman. Take that back, I think I remember a hussy at a Lexus dealership back in the day but whatever. Asianed kitty is in like 15" pumps and just strutting around the lot looking for horny suckers. She keeps looking over because she knows I can't stop staring, and I feel like a marlin who hasn't eaten in a month with the biggest shiniest lure I've ever seen. Circling back again and again, going right by my ####### beak. Rookie salesman has had to make two runs to Starbucks now (at 4PM), in less than an hour with crates of coffee, poor guy...how is he ever gonna sell a car? Maybe tonight's the night. I get the feeling Friday night's a big night around here. :shark:
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A very GMesque post from SLBD here :thumbup:
 
'Gadzooks said:
'bostonfred said:
Hey guys, we're making a dirty movie. Let's get GM's hot wife and maybe we can get Disco Stu and some of his girls in there, and, um, Gadzooks, maybe you could write or something.
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Coming this Fall to CineMax late night: GMTAN Presents "Forrest Hump"Watch the hi-jinks and erotic encounters of an albino youth basketball coach and his goofy friends as they carelessly spend the millions of dollars they made from their uranium stock scheme.

Scene 1:

A stocky man wearing khakis and carrying a bag of Doritos enters a bar:

Stocky man: Afternoon everybody.

Bar patrons: Shuuuuke.

Stocky man: Where's Forrest?

Fred from Boston (while burping his baby): Forrest is in the back room with some "friends" that Stu brought.

Stocky man nods and grunts and then heads to the back room. In the hallway he notices a school teacher whispering something to a female student and he overhears this:

Female student: That's gross, MR. Stein! In that case, what would I have to do to just get a "B" instead of an "A"?

Stocky man then enters the backroom and sees a giant sandwich platter, a bald man wearing a Cat shirt and a bunch of naked women in the corner of the room surrounding something. Stocky man grabs 2 sandwiches and approaches the bald man.

Stocky man: Hey, aren't you Trent Dilfer?

Bald man: Nope. My name is Bob and I'm from St. Louis. I can't stay, I'm heading to a AA meeting with my friend Samuel.

Stocky man then notices a sensual female wearing only a Jacksonville T-shirt and a smile. He wipes his face with his sleeve and approaches her.

Stocky man: You come here often.... cuz I think I just did from looking at you.

Sensual female: That's horrible pickup line, pepperoni breath. I'm just waiting for my man to show up. His name is Zooks.

Stocky man: Zooks is your man? Wow, he is pretty dreamy. He's no Sacamano, but he is easy on the eyes.

Then the Stocky man goes across the room to where the naked women are huddled. Suddenly the women separate from their huddle and Stocky man then sees a pale man in a velvet bathrobe holding a plate of bacon.

Stocky man: Forrest?? Is that you?

Forrest: Oh hello, Shuke.

Stocky man: Please share with me?

Forrest: No way, I need all of these beautiful women to satisfy my needs.

Stocky man: Huh? I meant the bacon.

Everyone laughs and then a wild orgy takes place while MOP watches from the closet while eating a can of tuna.
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HFS :lmao: This had me spitting out my coffee

Scene 1:

A stocky man wearing khakis and carrying a bag of Doritos enters a bar:

Stocky man: Afternoon everybody.

Bar patrons: Shuuuuke.
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We put my Grandfather to rest yesterday. This is going to be sort of a mosh up Pulp Fiction style but here it goes...

Part 1.

Mrs. SLB and myself drove up to the Bloomington, Illinois area with my Mom & Dad. My Dad has had a really rough time the last few weeks and I wanted to make sure I was there for him. We left the boys at home with my cousin's wife. First stop was to see my Grandmother at the nursing home. Seriously, what are the ####### odds that a husband and wife get Alzheimer's at about the exact same time? Anyhow, this place is in the middle of freaking nowhere. I mean there are about a dozen houses this facility and then nothing but farm land. We get there walk down a hall to this room with a sliding glass door that is locked with a keypad. There are about a dozen people in it laying on a dizzying array of various types of recliners, most look like they are dead. My Grandmother is one of them. She see's my Dad and smiles. He kisses her and she grabs his head and starts kissing him and won't let go. My stomach hurts and I feel like I could puke. He asks her if she remembers me and she doesn't reply. She then says "lets go" so we get her in a wheelchair to take her to a visiting room. I'm pushing the chair and my Dad asks her again if she remembers her me. She says "Bobby's here?! You better not be lying to me!" I tell her I'm right here and give her a kiss on the cheek. We get her to the visiting room and she was talking about 1 part that would make sense to 9 parts that didn't. She kept asking for my Grandfather, Roy. My Dad says to her "Mom, Dad moved on the best place ever." She goes into a trance like state until my Dad squeezed her hand a full minute later. Then she started talking to the air "Roy, where are you? No, not, you, the sailor." It was really eerie. Then she starts talking about how it is time to go soon to my Dad. "Yep, I'm going to leave soon." Then she turns, looks at me and says "you're leaving soon too. You have a lot of planning to do with 6 and 4." My sons are 6 & 4. :mellow: Then she motioned to me to push her over to a square card table and pretended to deal me cards. We used to play cards a lot together. We played a couple of games and she was getting tired, falling asleep between hands. It was getting late and we needed to get to the funeral home so we brought her back to her holding cell. She held my right hand up to her cheek the whole walk back kissing it every couple of seconds. The nurses welcomed her back and she gave them all a big smile and a boisterous hello. They commented how she never complains and is always so sweet and pleasant. That is my Grandmother though. We kissed her goodbye and made our way to the car, we were running late.

 
Reassuring you Bobby, only the good die young. You'll be as old as your grandfather when your grown grandchildren come to bury you.

 
'St. Louis Bob said:
We put my Grandfather to rest yesterday. This is going to be sort of a mosh up Pulp Fiction style but here it goes...Part 1.Mrs. SLB and myself drove up to the Bloomington, Illinois area with my Mom & Dad. My Dad has had a really rough time the last few weeks and I wanted to make sure I was there for him. We left the boys at home with my cousin's wife. First stop was to see my Grandmother at the nursing home. Seriously, what are the ####### odds that a husband and wife get Alzheimer's at about the exact same time? Anyhow, this place is in the middle of freaking nowhere. I mean there are about a dozen houses this facility and then nothing but farm land. We get there walk down a hall to this room with a sliding glass door that is locked with a keypad. There are about a dozen people in it laying on a dizzying array of various types of recliners, most look like they are dead. My Grandmother is one of them. She see's my Dad and smiles. He kisses her and she grabs his head and starts kissing him and won't let go. My stomach hurts and I feel like I could puke. He asks her if she remembers me and she doesn't reply. She then says "lets go" so we get her in a wheelchair to take her to a visiting room. I'm pushing the chair and my Dad asks her again if she remembers her me. She says "Bobby's here?! You better not be lying to me!" I tell her I'm right here and give her a kiss on the cheek. We get her to the visiting room and she was talking about 1 part that would make sense to 9 parts that didn't. She kept asking for my Grandfather, Roy. My Dad says to her "Mom, Dad moved on the best place ever." She goes into a trance like state until my Dad squeezed her hand a full minute later. Then she started talking to the air "Roy, where are you? No, not, you, the sailor." It was really eerie. Then she starts talking about how it is time to go soon to my Dad. "Yep, I'm going to leave soon." Then she turns, looks at me and says "you're leaving soon too. You have a lot of planning to do with 6 and 4." My sons are 6 & 4. :mellow: Then she motioned to me to push her over to a square card table and pretended to deal me cards. We used to play cards a lot together. We played a couple of games and she was getting tired, falling asleep between hands. It was getting late and we needed to get to the funeral home so we brought her back to her holding cell. She held my right hand up to her cheek the whole walk back kissing it every couple of seconds. The nurses welcomed her back and she gave them all a big smile and a boisterous hello. They commented how she never complains and is always so sweet and pleasant. That is my Grandmother though. We kissed her goodbye and made our way to the car, we were running late.
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You are a man among men for spending time with your grandmother in this state. Many of us are too scared of the awkwardness and reminder of mortality to do so. Kudos to you.
 
'facook said:
You are a man among men for spending time with your grandmother in this state. Many of us are too scared of the awkwardness and reminder of mortality to do so. Kudos to you.
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I think most of us lost our grandparents years ago. He's lucky to have her to spend time with. And lucky it's his children's greatgrandfather they're losing and not their grandfather. Not to diminish the grief at all but I'd love to still have my grandparents. Thats one strong gene pool.
 
'Early_10 said:
'facook said:
You are a man among men for spending time with your grandmother in this state. Many of us are too scared of the awkwardness and reminder of mortality to do so. Kudos to you.
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I think most of us lost our grandparents years ago. He's lucky to have her to spend time with. And lucky it's his children's greatgrandfather they're losing and not their grandfather. Not to diminish the grief at all but I'd love to still have my grandparents. Thats one strong gene pool.
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True that. I wish my grandparents were still around as well, and agree SLB is lucky to get to hang with her. But I also know plenty of people - including myself with one grandparent - who have passed when confronted with whether or not to see a grandparent in a very diminished state. It's painful to witness them "not themselves" and I salute Bob for going.
 
'Early_10 said:
'facook said:
You are a man among men for spending time with your grandmother in this state. Many of us are too scared of the awkwardness and reminder of mortality to do so. Kudos to you.
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I think most of us lost our grandparents years ago. He's lucky to have her to spend time with. And lucky it's his children's greatgrandfather they're losing and not their grandfather. Not to diminish the grief at all but I'd love to still have my grandparents. Thats one strong gene pool.
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Thanks Facook but it isn't anything special. My Dad & Uncle who drive up there, about 400 miles round trip, every couple of weeks to spend time with her/them, that's special. The priest that arrived as we were leaving to spend time with her and the other patients, that's special. E, I'm getting to that, I don't have time now.I really just came here to let you know I just caught Dylan coloring his balls purple and orange. :no: :lmao: w.t.f.

 
I went through the Alzheimer's thing with my grandpa years ago. I lived with my grandparents at the time. Watched him go from a forgetful old person to the point where we had to put him in a nursing home. He was my hero. It sucked.

 
So Tuesday past my first born got his drivers license. This feels like such a big step in him growing up. He stated working at Tim Hortons back in November. When he started there I told him I wouldn't be waking him for work at 6:30 on Sunday mornings, I'm sleep deprived as it is. He did fine the first few months but has been late the last 3 or 4 morning shifts where they call at 7:10 if he's not there yet, phone wakes me and I wake him. We live pretty much across the street so he hauls on his uniform and runs over there in a few minutes.

The point - every night when I know he has work the next morning I'm so tempted to set the alarm clock and make sure he's up. If I do this even once he'll expect me to wake him and thats not teaching him independence the way I want to. I want him to suffer the consequences of being late and learn the lesson while it's a minimum wage pocket change job and not a great career out of college. This week in particular not "fixing" things for him feels really hard. There's not one valid arguement in my head for waking him but I can't help feel I'm letting him go. How does something so simple translate into something so difficult for me? There's nothing to even think about and yet I feel like I'm making this huge decision by not "mothering" him. Letting my boy grow up is...hard.

 
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The consequence of him not getting up is that they call the house and wake you? Does that seem right to you? He still gets in trouble at work, and might not be able to pay his $4000 car insurance. You're making him deal with real consequences and that's tough but a good thing. But you can add artificial consequences. If he wants to use that fancy new driver's license, he'd better get to work on time. No work, no car. No wakey, no worky. I don't care if you eventually got there - in the real world, your boss doesn't call you to make sure you're up on time. And your mom doesn't have to deal with you waking up. It sounds like there's a lesson in consideration that he needs to deal with, too.

 
'Early_10 said:
So Tuesday past my first born got his drivers license. This feels like such a big step in him growing up. He stated working at Tim Hortons back in November. When he started there I told him I wouldn't be waking him for work at 6:30 on Sunday mornings, I'm sleep deprived as it is. He did fine the first few months but has been late the last 3 or 4 morning shifts where they call at 7:10 if he's not there yet, phone wakes me and I wake him. We live pretty much across the street so he hauls on his uniform and runs over there in a few minutes. The point - every night when I know he has work the next morning I'm so tempted to set the alarm clock and make sure he's up. If I do this even once he'll expect me to wake him and thats not teaching him independence the way I want to. I want him to suffer the consequences of being late and learn the lesson while it's a minimum wage pocket change job and not a great career out of college. This week in particular not "fixing" things for him feels really hard. There's not one valid arguement in my head for waking him but I can't help feel I'm letting him go. How does something so simple translate into something so difficult for me? There's nothing to even think about and yet I feel like I'm making this huge decision by not "mothering" him. Letting my boy grow up is...hard.
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I think you're taking the right approach. Let him learn now while the stakes are much lower. Oh and now I want some TimBits, but the closest one is 30 miles away!
 
'bostonfred said:
The consequence of him not getting up is that they call the house and wake you? Does that seem right to you? He still gets in trouble at work, and might not be able to pay his $4000 car insurance. You're making him deal with real consequences and that's tough but a good thing. But you can add artificial consequences. If he wants to use that fancy new driver's license, he'd better get to work on time. No work, no car. No wakey, no worky. I don't care if you eventually got there - in the real world, your boss doesn't call you to make sure you're up on time. And your mom doesn't have to deal with you waking up. It sounds like there's a lesson in consideration that he needs to deal with, too.
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You're absolutely right on they should be calling his cell phone, not the house phone. If he's not working, he can't cover his % of the insurance bill...or his cell phone for that matter. The staff over there is pretty much all students so he's getting it pretty easy in terms of consequences right now. It's the shift supervisor calling, guy can't be more than 19 himself. He calls when he's already late to see if he's coming in or if they should call someone else in. The boss still sees his timecard though.
 
'Early_10 said:
'bostonfred said:
The consequence of him not getting up is that they call the house and wake you? Does that seem right to you? He still gets in trouble at work, and might not be able to pay his $4000 car insurance. You're making him deal with real consequences and that's tough but a good thing. But you can add artificial consequences. If he wants to use that fancy new driver's license, he'd better get to work on time. No work, no car. No wakey, no worky. I don't care if you eventually got there - in the real world, your boss doesn't call you to make sure you're up on time. And your mom doesn't have to deal with you waking up. It sounds like there's a lesson in consideration that he needs to deal with, too.
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You're absolutely right on they should be calling his cell phone, not the house phone. If he's not working, he can't cover his % of the insurance bill...or his cell phone for that matter. The staff over there is pretty much all students so he's getting it pretty easy in terms of consequences right now. It's the shift supervisor calling, guy can't be more than 19 himself. He calls when he's already late to see if he's coming in or if they should call someone else in. The boss still sees his timecard though.
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They shouldn't be calling his cell phone. They shouldn't be calling, period. This is setting an unrealistic expectation for him and it won't serve him well later. You don't want to take the consequence away from him being late, but to some extent, his shift supervisor is doing it for you. If he's not in trouble at work for being late, he's definitely in trouble at home. I don't know if it's driving, or cell phone, or general grounding, but oversleeping work is a big deal and needs to be met with steeper consequences than just some kid at work is a little mad but no big deal.
 
'bostonfred said:
'Early_10 said:
'bostonfred said:
The consequence of him not getting up is that they call the house and wake you? Does that seem right to you? He still gets in trouble at work, and might not be able to pay his $4000 car insurance. You're making him deal with real consequences and that's tough but a good thing. But you can add artificial consequences. If he wants to use that fancy new driver's license, he'd better get to work on time. No work, no car. No wakey, no worky. I don't care if you eventually got there - in the real world, your boss doesn't call you to make sure you're up on time. And your mom doesn't have to deal with you waking up. It sounds like there's a lesson in consideration that he needs to deal with, too.
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You're absolutely right on they should be calling his cell phone, not the house phone. If he's not working, he can't cover his % of the insurance bill...or his cell phone for that matter. The staff over there is pretty much all students so he's getting it pretty easy in terms of consequences right now. It's the shift supervisor calling, guy can't be more than 19 himself. He calls when he's already late to see if he's coming in or if they should call someone else in. The boss still sees his timecard though.
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They shouldn't be calling his cell phone. They shouldn't be calling, period. This is setting an unrealistic expectation for him and it won't serve him well later. You don't want to take the consequence away from him being late, but to some extent, his shift supervisor is doing it for you. If he's not in trouble at work for being late, he's definitely in trouble at home. I don't know if it's driving, or cell phone, or general grounding, but oversleeping work is a big deal and needs to be met with steeper consequences than just some kid at work is a little mad but no big deal.
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I think the problem they run into is being a minimum wage job with early hours, they have trouble filling it anyway so they make exceptions to keep good workers. Despite his trouble getting up in the morning, he's a solid employee AT work and regularly covers any extra shift they ask him to, regularly stays late to take out the trash, works drive thru when no one else wants to, etc. Every fast food place in town has a "help wanted" sign. Again you're right in that the calls are unrealistic but thats not on me, thats on him and them. The job is his and I won't dictate how he does that. I think that would fall back into the same mothering role I'm trying to keep in check. I can however agree with your previous suggestion of tying his access to the van to his responsibility of getting himself up. Waking me on a Sunday morning because he sleeps through his alarm is unacceptable. :yawn:
 
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