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[mr. furley]

black chick showing cleavage behind the Louisville bench> call me

 

[St. Louis Bob]

Christ, I'd take corporate or baseball or even dry cleaning chat every day of the week before babysleep chat.

So you guys think this Chris Davis thing is legit, or what? And what is up with Trevor Bauer?

I remember ERIC Davis. I didn't say I'd be good at baseball chat.

>K4 > I agree. Babies scare me and I had one.I'm on a meat smoking binge... Got any tips from your MiM

team??

Sadly I dropped out of my BBQ team for the year. Somehow I'm on a team (or was) where I have to pay a lot of money AND work. Given the impending vow of Nica poverty, I thought it was something I could stand not to spend several hundred dollars on. :( E-mailed our leader a few days ago and no response, so I guess it's the ol' don't let the door hit you on the way out.

ETA: And to actually answer the question...no tips. I never did any cooking. I burnt a freaking English muffin today; no one lets me near heat.

Sorry to hear about your money problems.

I'm 45 years old and would like never to work again.

I'm 42 and I'm in the same boat. Pretty much where you are now. Just sick and tired of it. I've outgrown sales. I just don't have the killer instinct any more. Hopefully I don't get my wish for a few more years at least. Getting old sucks.

 

[krista4]

Christ, I'd take corporate or baseball or even dry cleaning chat every day of the week before babysleep chat.

So you guys think this Chris Davis thing is legit, or what? And what is up with Trevor Bauer?

I remember ERIC Davis. I didn't say I'd be good at baseball chat.

>K4 > I agree. Babies scare me and I had one.I'm on a meat smoking binge... Got any tips from your MiM

team??

Sadly I dropped out of my BBQ team for the year. Somehow I'm on a team (or was) where I have to pay a lot of money AND work. Given the impending vow of Nica poverty, I thought it was something I could stand not to spend several hundred dollars on. :( E-mailed our leader a few days ago and no response, so I guess it's the ol' don't let the door hit you on the way out.

ETA: And to actually answer the question...no tips. I never did any cooking. I burnt a freaking English muffin today; no one lets me near heat.

Sorry to hear about your money problems.

I'm 45 years old and would like never to work again.

I'm 42 and I'm in the same boat. Pretty much where you are now. Just sick and tired of it. I've outgrown sales. I just don't have the killer instinct any more. Hopefully I don't get my wish for a few more years at least. Getting old sucks.

:(

 

[Guster]

I'm 35 years old and I'm looking at 25-30 more years of work

 

[St. Louis Bob]

Thanks K4, I knew you would understand.

We finally had Dylan's birthday party today. (Nice planning Mrs. SLB). He wanted to have it at Planet Fun which was cool because it's cheap. All of the kids were well behaved which was nice. At the end of the party they (Cal holder of all tickets) wanted to redeem their tickets for crappy prizes. So he let the kids pick crappy stuff and I kept an eye on them to make sure nobody wandered off because I wanted to GTFO. That's when this family walks up and there is this 3-4 year old crying. Late 20's something (presumably) Dad gets down on a knee looks the kid in the eyes and yells "WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO??!!! BREAK THE MACHINE TO GET MORE TICKETS!!!" Needless to say this didn't sit well with me. He was a large man but I gave him "the look". You know, "BTFO or things are going to be bad" look. He did but I feel sorry for that little boy if this is what he has to deal with.

On the way home Cal says he got a lot of tickets "playing hard to get" with the Deal or No Deal machine. He then asked me if I know how to play hard to get with a machine. I replied "no, but your mother does". My arm still hurts a little.

 

[St. Louis Bob]

I'm 35 years old and I'm looking at 25-30 more years of work

I spotted Mrs. SLB the last 25 years or so, I figure she can take the next 25 years.

 

[Guster]

I'm 35 years old and I'm looking at 25-30 more years of work

I spotted Mrs. SLB the last 25 years or so, I figure she can take the next 25 years.

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[cosjobs]

my day

Been working way too hard and long, so I decided to drive out to the country and buy some laying hens. Guy had 10 to sell me, so I am off to the west side of Elgin. Guy told to take the highway toward Bastrop, which I assumed was 21, but that was actually 17 miles past 95, that I had passed close to half an hour ago. I loop around and go back, only baout an hour late.

We go into his coop, stepping over the foot and a half fence at the bottom of the coop door, He uses some kind of big chicken net to snare thee hens and put them in the box, which lift up and carry off to the car. Forgetting the foot and a half fence in the doorway, that of course trips me. I go sprawling forward, holding the box in front of me nad it hits the ground, shortly followed by my chin that smacks onto the edge of it. My knees and elbows are skinned and I'm literally seeing stars. A few moments later I regain my senses and load the box in the back of the car. We repeat twice (both times with me standing safely outside the coop, safe from the nefarious threshold.

I get all three boxes loaded into the back of the car and to make sure they don't escape, I thorw a piece of memory foam on top of the boxes to hold the lid down. I thought I was being smart, since if I hit the brakes hard, the foam wouldn't fall off. I finally get home an hour later and back up to my coop to let the hens out and in the first box only two are alive, the other two dead. THe other two boxes each contain three dead chickens. They felt hot as hell. I guess their body heat with the memory foam on top just made them to hot and they all freaking died.

Now my wife's pissed and our friend staying with us is back in her bedroom crying.

Nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday afternoon...

fml

 

[Tiger Fan]

do any of y'all actually live in houston? i'll be spending some time there over the next few months...I know Char is in Pearland, but I'm typically on the east side (Katyish)

westhollow? I'm south, but work downtown. Katy is out west. Let me know when you get here, either via PM or MOC

I'm southeast (Clear Lake area) but work downtown... I'd be up for a corn hole.

Little Woodrow's? Weather is supposed to be nice (mid 70s?)

I'll be there in a few weeks and there's an Astros/Mariners game on the 23rd (Tuesday night). Out of that week, that's the least possible chance that a work dinner will pop up. Thoughts?

Extremely doubtful on ball game appearance, as I have very little interest in baseball. I am very likely able to do happy hour before though.Will check with neighbor if he can get good seats for that game.

I don't think anyone has interest in the Astros...just a good cornhole

 

[Tiger Fan]

Updates:

Spoiler

As of yesterday, I am 7 months pregnant, which freaks me right the eff out for some reason. I feel like I've been pregnant for forever, but it now seems to be progressing in warp speed. In the last 2 weeks, I've had a tremendous amount of anxiety, and though I've had a really, really easy pregnancy thus far, I think a lot of this has to do with hormones. My heart is racing, I can't sleep at night, etc. I'm just thinking about how we will support this child - right now, we get by on my salary but Romo is "in between jobs" and all I can think of is how I can find a part time job to make a little bit of a cushion until he lands on his feet. Blah blah blah, but if any of you has a spouse who is doing something part time (not selling oils) that a 7- months pregnant person can do, can you send me some information?

I have Wires ready to send to T Bell, but strangely work picked up last week and I was unable to do so. It should go out Monday, without fail. What sucks is that I promised a care package to Frosty almost a year ago and I haven't delivered. So, I will give Redman instructions to mail to Frosty upon completion, and from there it can go anywhere.

Because Dollywood was cancelled, I determined that today was going to be a clean out day. We have a "rental properties" shed in our backyard that houses a lot of things like extra toilets, refigerators, etc. But it's become a catch-all for other junk as well. I want to organize that shed in order to free up space so that we can move some bins from our basement to the shed and then move things from our upstairs into our basement. You know, in order to create some kind of nursery.

And speaking of, someone asked me the other day what my "theme" for my nursery is. My initial response was something along the lines of "um, crib, dresser, dressing table?". Babies don't really need a whole lot in the first month or two, right? Right??

My crazy coworker is still crazy. She told me the other day that when evaluating a new boy (as she still calls them), she feels that if he uses marijuana, that's as big a turn off as it would be if he believed in abortion. I thought that to be a pretty fair comparison.

That's all for now. I think.

My wife spent two months hand painting Winnie the Poo murals on every wall in the nursery. For whatever reason, babies don't give a #### what their walls look like.



Does wonders for the resale value too

 

[Frostillicus]

my day

Been working way too hard and long, so I decided to drive out to the country and buy some laying hens. Guy had 10 to sell me, so I am off to the west side of Elgin. Guy told to take the highway toward Bastrop, which I assumed was 21, but that was actually 17 miles past 95, that I had passed close to half an hour ago. I loop around and go back, only baout an hour late.

We go into his coop, stepping over the foot and a half fence at the bottom of the coop door, He uses some kind of big chicken net to snare thee hens and put them in the box, which lift up and carry off to the car. Forgetting the foot and a half fence in the doorway, that of course trips me. I go sprawling forward, holding the box in front of me nad it hits the ground, shortly followed by my chin that smacks onto the edge of it. My knees and elbows are skinned and I'm literally seeing stars. A few moments later I regain my senses and load the box in the back of the car. We repeat twice (both times with me standing safely outside the coop, safe from the nefarious threshold.

I get all three boxes loaded into the back of the car and to make sure they don't escape, I thorw a piece of memory foam on top of the boxes to hold the lid down. I thought I was being smart, since if I hit the brakes hard, the foam wouldn't fall off. I finally get home an hour later and back up to my coop to let the hens out and in the first box only two are alive, the other two dead. THe other two boxes each contain three dead chickens. They felt hot as hell. I guess their body heat with the memory foam on top just made them to hot and they all freaking died.

Now my wife's pissed and our friend staying with us is back in her bedroom crying.

Nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday afternoon...

fml

Same #### happened to me last week. Sucks.

 

[Tiger Fan]

YSR> You don't need a nursery theme. AngryWife was baby crazy and the farthest she went was having the paint & curtains match. Most of the baby stuff you get will be completely worthless and there will be a moment when you're surrounded by mountains of baby/toddler stuff and you realize that about 5% of it is necessary. For example, JR has a train table that gets very little use, yet we have four distinct and incompatible complete sets of trains, tracks and accessories (two sizes of wooden train sets, one Lego set, one Thomas the Train set) sitting on it.

VERY "Here's 156 outfits that she'll only wear once before she outgrows it". I wish I could have convinced Mrs. SLB to return half the crap we were given for store credit.

We did this but didn't want to tell anyone and upset them.bag

The beauty about not finding out the sex of the baby is that everyone gets you stuff that you actually have on your registry for showers...and not outfits. Then once you have the kid(s), they get you outfits anyway. Double win

 

[Tiger Fan]

With the speed with which kids go through clothing, some sort of kiddy clothing rental service seems like it could be successful

They have these...but they're more along the lines of consignment shops

 

[bentley]

my day

Been working way too hard and long, so I decided to drive out to the country and buy some laying hens. Guy had 10 to sell me, so I am off to the west side of Elgin. Guy told to take the highway toward Bastrop, which I assumed was 21, but that was actually 17 miles past 95, that I had passed close to half an hour ago. I loop around and go back, only baout an hour late.

We go into his coop, stepping over the foot and a half fence at the bottom of the coop door, He uses some kind of big chicken net to snare thee hens and put them in the box, which lift up and carry off to the car. Forgetting the foot and a half fence in the doorway, that of course trips me. I go sprawling forward, holding the box in front of me nad it hits the ground, shortly followed by my chin that smacks onto the edge of it. My knees and elbows are skinned and I'm literally seeing stars. A few moments later I regain my senses and load the box in the back of the car. We repeat twice (both times with me standing safely outside the coop, safe from the nefarious threshold.

I get all three boxes loaded into the back of the car and to make sure they don't escape, I thorw a piece of memory foam on top of the boxes to hold the lid down. I thought I was being smart, since if I hit the brakes hard, the foam wouldn't fall off. I finally get home an hour later and back up to my coop to let the hens out and in the first box only two are alive, the other two dead. THe other two boxes each contain three dead chickens. They felt hot as hell. I guess their body heat with the memory foam on top just made them to hot and they all freaking died.

Now my wife's pissed and our friend staying with us is back in her bedroom crying.

Nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday afternoon...

fml

Good God. I'm glad the boys and I couldn't make it.

 

[Tiger Fan]

anyone ever de-thatch a lawn?

 

[bentley]

anyone ever de-thatch a lawn?

I tried with a hand thatch rake, but I must have done it wrong because all I did was tear up part of my yard.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Sorry to hear about your chickens, Cos.

 

[cosjobs]

my day

Been working way too hard and long, so I decided to drive out to the country and buy some laying hens. Guy had 10 to sell me, so I am off to the west side of Elgin. Guy told to take the highway toward Bastrop, which I assumed was 21, but that was actually 17 miles past 95, that I had passed close to half an hour ago. I loop around and go back, only baout an hour late.

We go into his coop, stepping over the foot and a half fence at the bottom of the coop door, He uses some kind of big chicken net to snare thee hens and put them in the box, which lift up and carry off to the car. Forgetting the foot and a half fence in the doorway, that of course trips me. I go sprawling forward, holding the box in front of me nad it hits the ground, shortly followed by my chin that smacks onto the edge of it. My knees and elbows are skinned and I'm literally seeing stars. A few moments later I regain my senses and load the box in the back of the car. We repeat twice (both times with me standing safely outside the coop, safe from the nefarious threshold.

I get all three boxes loaded into the back of the car and to make sure they don't escape, I thorw a piece of memory foam on top of the boxes to hold the lid down. I thought I was being smart, since if I hit the brakes hard, the foam wouldn't fall off. I finally get home an hour later and back up to my coop to let the hens out and in the first box only two are alive, the other two dead. THe other two boxes each contain three dead chickens. They felt hot as hell. I guess their body heat with the memory foam on top just made them to hot and they all freaking died.

Now my wife's pissed and our friend staying with us is back in her bedroom crying.

Nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday afternoon...

fml

Good God. I'm glad the boys and I couldn't make it.

pretty sure they'dve gotten a kick out of uncle cos tripping and almost knocking himself out, then been safely dropped off at home before before the opening of the poultry sarcophagi.

 

[Frostillicus]

If you have some extra gambling money to burn, Louisville at 14-1 is an absolute steal right now. I just threw a pretty large wager on it. I'd be pretty surprised if they didn't at least make the Final Four, so hedging opps would abound as well. No brainer, imo.

Anyone pay attention to this?

 

[cosjobs]

Sorry to hear about your chickens, Cos.

worst thing is that I feel I hardly had time to get to know them. Hug your chicks a little tighter tonight my friends.

 

[Tiger Fan]

anyone ever de-thatch a lawn?

I tried with a hand thatch rake, but I must have done it wrong because all I did was tear up part of my yard.

yeah, I've got about 6000sq ft to dethatch...gonna need something powered

 

[cosjobs]

anyone ever de-thatch a lawn?

I tried with a hand thatch rake, but I must have done it wrong because all I did was tear up part of my yard.

yeah, I've got about 6000sq ft to dethatch...gonna need something powered

Buy your kids some golf shoes with extra long spikes, feed them a couple pounds of skittles, then let a greased pig loose in the yard and tell them whoever catches it gets $20.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

JFC: The hits just keep on coming.

My aunt Karen (my mom's youngest sister) passed away today due to complications from surgery.

She was in a serious motorcycle accident a couple of years ago (she was riding on the back of her "boyfriend's" bike...he was killed) and she's been in a wheelchair ever since.

Karen was one of the funniest people you'd ever want to meet and just a damn cool lady.

This is her meeting Dr. Dre on an airplane a few years ago.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Sorry to hear about your chickens, Cos.

worst thing is that I feel I hardly had time to get to know them. Hug your chicks a little tighter tonight my friends.

I'm sure I'll spend some quality time with my co ck tonight.

 

[krista4]

JFC: The hits just keep on coming.

My aunt Karen (my mom's youngest sister) passed away today due to complications from surgery.

She was in a serious motorcycle accident a couple of years ago (she was riding on the back of her "boyfriend's" bike...he was killed) and she's been in a wheelchair ever since.

Karen was one of the funniest people you'd ever want to meet and just a damn cool lady.

This is her meeting Dr. Dre on an airplane a few years ago.

No!!! I remember this picture when you posted it before. That is so sad. RIP cool Karen.

 

[eurotrashman]

anyone ever de-thatch a lawn?

shuke ftw

 

[St. Louis Bob]

Damn. Sorry Tanner & Cos. :(

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

JFC: The hits just keep on coming.

My aunt Karen (my mom's youngest sister) passed away today due to complications from surgery.

She was in a serious motorcycle accident a couple of years ago (she was riding on the back of her "boyfriend's" bike...he was killed) and she's been in a wheelchair ever since.

Karen was one of the funniest people you'd ever want to meet and just a damn cool lady.

This is her meeting Dr. Dre on an airplane a few years ago.

No!!! I remember this picture when you posted it before. That is so sad. RIP cool Karen.

Thanks for the words.

You'll like this story...as will YSR...since you're both real estate magnates.

Karen owned a bunch of rental properties (she was pretty damn shrewd when it came to her money). Many years ago she was going to show an apartment to this woman named Ida. Ida was sort of related to us...like an in-law of an in-law. Ida also wasn't all there. She was nuttier than Mr. Peanut's jock.

So Karen takes Ida to look at this apartment. They get about 10 feet in the door:

Ida: Well this place is too small. I don't think all of my furniture will fit in here.

Karen: How much furniture do you have?

Ida: Well I don't have any, yet.

Karen: I think you're good.

 

[kevzilla]

n the way home Cal says he got a lot of tickets "playing hard to get" with the Deal or No Deal machine. He then asked me if I know how to play hard to get with a machine. I replied "no, but your mother does". My arm still hurts a little.

I'm sure the spasm in my ribcage will go away eventually.

 

[Tremendous Upside]

Sorry Tanner...that sucks

 

[krista4]

JFC: The hits just keep on coming.

My aunt Karen (my mom's youngest sister) passed away today due to complications from surgery.

She was in a serious motorcycle accident a couple of years ago (she was riding on the back of her "boyfriend's" bike...he was killed) and she's been in a wheelchair ever since.

Karen was one of the funniest people you'd ever want to meet and just a damn cool lady.

This is her meeting Dr. Dre on an airplane a few years ago.

No!!! I remember this picture when you posted it before. That is so sad. RIP cool Karen.

Thanks for the words.

You'll like this story...as will YSR...since you're both real estate magnates.

Karen owned a bunch of rental properties (she was pretty damn shrewd when it came to her money). Many years ago she was going to show an apartment to this woman named Ida. Ida was sort of related to us...like an in-law of an in-law. Ida also wasn't all there. She was nuttier than Mr. Peanut's jock.

So Karen takes Ida to look at this apartment. They get about 10 feet in the door:

Ida: Well this place is too small. I don't think all of my furniture will fit in here.

Karen: How much furniture do you have?

Ida: Well I don't have any, yet.

Karen: I think you're good.

I hadn't even opened the picture when I posted, but now I did. I remember that she looked so cool and happy.

 

[Frostillicus]

Sorry Tanner.

 

[simey]

my day

Been working way too hard and long, so I decided to drive out to the country and buy some laying hens. Guy had 10 to sell me, so I am off to the west side of Elgin. Guy told to take the highway toward Bastrop, which I assumed was 21, but that was actually 17 miles past 95, that I had passed close to half an hour ago. I loop around and go back, only baout an hour late.

We go into his coop, stepping over the foot and a half fence at the bottom of the coop door, He uses some kind of big chicken net to snare thee hens and put them in the box, which lift up and carry off to the car. Forgetting the foot and a half fence in the doorway, that of course trips me. I go sprawling forward, holding the box in front of me nad it hits the ground, shortly followed by my chin that smacks onto the edge of it. My knees and elbows are skinned and I'm literally seeing stars. A few moments later I regain my senses and load the box in the back of the car. We repeat twice (both times with me standing safely outside the coop, safe from the nefarious threshold.

I get all three boxes loaded into the back of the car and to make sure they don't escape, I thorw a piece of memory foam on top of the boxes to hold the lid down. I thought I was being smart, since if I hit the brakes hard, the foam wouldn't fall off. I finally get home an hour later and back up to my coop to let the hens out and in the first box only two are alive, the other two dead. THe other two boxes each contain three dead chickens. They felt hot as hell. I guess their body heat with the memory foam on top just made them to hot and they all freaking died.

Now my wife's pissed and our friend staying with us is back in her bedroom crying.

Nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday afternoon...

fml

Your intentions were good. It was probably a quick death. Some friends of mine have a couple chickens named Ruby and Susan. They had another named Tuesday, but she died about 8 months ago. The chickens are in the stage now where they shouldn't be laying eggs anymore, but they still do on occasions. They let them out of the their coop every day to roam around a bit. Their dog chases them occasionally, but knows not to hurt them. The chickens know their names, and they love crumbled up tortilla chips as a snack. Enjoy the chickens that survived, and you can get some more. Maybe you can hold a memorial service for the ones that perished today.

 

[simey]

JFC: The hits just keep on coming.

My aunt Karen (my mom's youngest sister) passed away today due to complications from surgery.

She was in a serious motorcycle accident a couple of years ago (she was riding on the back of her "boyfriend's" bike...he was killed) and she's been in a wheelchair ever since.

Karen was one of the funniest people you'd ever want to meet and just a damn cool lady.

This is her meeting Dr. Dre on an airplane a few years ago.

I'm sorry about your Aunt. I think it was you (I could be wrong) that once said you read something that stuck with you, and maybe it applies to your Aunt Karen...

"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty, well-preserved body. But rather to skid in broadside, totally worn out and proclaiming: WOW what a ride!!!!"

 

[St. Louis Bob]

my day

Been working way too hard and long, so I decided to drive out to the country and buy some laying hens. Guy had 10 to sell me, so I am off to the west side of Elgin. Guy told to take the highway toward Bastrop, which I assumed was 21, but that was actually 17 miles past 95, that I had passed close to half an hour ago. I loop around and go back, only baout an hour late.

We go into his coop, stepping over the foot and a half fence at the bottom of the coop door, He uses some kind of big chicken net to snare thee hens and put them in the box, which lift up and carry off to the car. Forgetting the foot and a half fence in the doorway, that of course trips me. I go sprawling forward, holding the box in front of me nad it hits the ground, shortly followed by my chin that smacks onto the edge of it. My knees and elbows are skinned and I'm literally seeing stars. A few moments later I regain my senses and load the box in the back of the car. We repeat twice (both times with me standing safely outside the coop, safe from the nefarious threshold.

I get all three boxes loaded into the back of the car and to make sure they don't escape, I thorw a piece of memory foam on top of the boxes to hold the lid down. I thought I was being smart, since if I hit the brakes hard, the foam wouldn't fall off. I finally get home an hour later and back up to my coop to let the hens out and in the first box only two are alive, the other two dead. THe other two boxes each contain three dead chickens. They felt hot as hell. I guess their body heat with the memory foam on top just made them to hot and they all freaking died.

Now my wife's pissed and our friend staying with us is back in her bedroom crying.

Nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday afternoon...

fml

Your intentions were good. It was probably a quick death. Some friends of mine have a couple chickens named Ruby and Susan. They had another named Tuesday, but she died about 8 months ago. The chickens are in the stage now where they shouldn't be laying eggs anymore, but they still do on occasions. They let them out of the their coop every day to roam around a bit. Their dog chases them occasionally, but knows not to hurt them. The chickens know their names, and they love crumbled up tortilla chips as a snack. Enjoy the chickens that survived, and you can get some more. Maybe you can hold a memorial service for the ones that perished today.

Pulled a Romney.

JFC: The hits just keep on coming.

My aunt Karen (my mom's youngest sister) passed away today due to complications from surgery.

She was in a serious motorcycle accident a couple of years ago (she was riding on the back of her "boyfriend's" bike...he was killed) and she's been in a wheelchair ever since.

Karen was one of the funniest people you'd ever want to meet and just a damn cool lady.

This is her meeting Dr. Dre on an airplane a few years ago.

No!!! I remember this picture when you posted it before. That is so sad. RIP cool Karen.

Thanks for the words.

You'll like this story...as will YSR...since you're both real estate magnates.

Karen owned a bunch of rental properties (she was pretty damn shrewd when it came to her money). Many years ago she was going to show an apartment to this woman named Ida. Ida was sort of related to us...like an in-law of an in-law. Ida also wasn't all there. She was nuttier than Mr. Peanut's jock.

So Karen takes Ida to look at this apartment. They get about 10 feet in the door:

Ida: Well this place is too small. I don't think all of my furniture will fit in here.

Karen: How much furniture do you have?

Ida: Well I don't have any, yet.

Karen: I think you're good.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

Let's lighten the mood a bit.

Watch until the very end when the security guy comes up.

 

[T Bell]

K4 > I agree. Babies scare me and I had one.I'm on a meat smoking binge... Got any tips from your MiM team??

Stay away from Virginia.

 

[T Bell]

my day

Been working way too hard and long, so I decided to drive out to the country and buy some laying hens. Guy had 10 to sell me, so I am off to the west side of Elgin. Guy told to take the highway toward Bastrop, which I assumed was 21, but that was actually 17 miles past 95, that I had passed close to half an hour ago. I loop around and go back, only baout an hour late.

We go into his coop, stepping over the foot and a half fence at the bottom of the coop door, He uses some kind of big chicken net to snare thee hens and put them in the box, which lift up and carry off to the car. Forgetting the foot and a half fence in the doorway, that of course trips me. I go sprawling forward, holding the box in front of me nad it hits the ground, shortly followed by my chin that smacks onto the edge of it. My knees and elbows are skinned and I'm literally seeing stars. A few moments later I regain my senses and load the box in the back of the car. We repeat twice (both times with me standing safely outside the coop, safe from the nefarious threshold.

I get all three boxes loaded into the back of the car and to make sure they don't escape, I thorw a piece of memory foam on top of the boxes to hold the lid down. I thought I was being smart, since if I hit the brakes hard, the foam wouldn't fall off. I finally get home an hour later and back up to my coop to let the hens out and in the first box only two are alive, the other two dead. THe other two boxes each contain three dead chickens. They felt hot as hell. I guess their body heat with the memory foam on top just made them to hot and they all freaking died.

Now my wife's pissed and our friend staying with us is back in her bedroom crying.

Nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday afternoon...

fml

"I'm sorry, Barbara. I certainly didn't mean to upset you.

Why don't you join us for dinner. We've got some wonderfully tender chicken parmesan!"

 

[kevzilla]

Dear GMTAN,

Is this enough meringue?

Will answer yours.

 

[T Bell]

Dear GMTAN,

Is this enough meringue?

Will answer yours.

You just covering the tip or what?

 

[strykerpks]

Dear GMTAN,

Is this enough meringue?

Will answer yours.

Is there ever enough?

 

[SofaKings]

i'm tired today.

Well you just got finished driving across America in half a day, didn't you?

No kidding. Sofa> you make it to the ferry or Singletons?

We didn't. Spent a day out at Fort Glinch then most of the days at the beach. Took the cumberland boat tour which was nice! My aunt and uncle both love singletons. They are in their 80's.

 

[SofaKings]

i'm tired today.

Should have stopped in Greensboro.

You should have played the man card and not vacationed in Pittsburgh.

 

[cosjobs]

It sure is quiet in here. Sometimes no squawking means all is peaceful and everyone is resting comfortably. But sometimes it means everyone is dead. I hope you aren't all dead.

 

[Britney Spears]

I'm 35 years old and I'm looking at 25-30 more years of work

This is me. Very jealous of you early retirees. If only I was smart.

 

[cosjobs]

Drinking potato vodka and ginger kombucha.

My liver is confused

 

[Frostillicus]

It sure is quiet in here. Sometimes no squawking means all is peaceful and everyone is resting comfortably. But sometimes it means everyone is dead. I hope you aren't all dead.

Not yet

 

[strykerpks]

It sure is quiet in here. Sometimes no squawking means all is peaceful and everyone is resting comfortably. But sometimes it means everyone is dead. I hope you aren't all dead.

Drunk thread.

I'm 35 years old and I'm looking at 25-30 more years of work

This is me. Very jealous of you early retirees. If only I was smart.

####, at 35 I bet 30 more years of work is on the low side.

Sorry to hear about all the corporate troubles

 

[Britney Spears]

YSR> You don't need a nursery theme. AngryWife was baby crazy and the farthest she went was having the paint & curtains match. Most of the baby stuff you get will be completely worthless and there will be a moment when you're surrounded by mountains of baby/toddler stuff and you realize that about 5% of it is necessary. For example, JR has a train table that gets very little use, yet we have four distinct and incompatible complete sets of trains, tracks and accessories (two sizes of wooden train sets, one Lego set, one Thomas the Train set) sitting on it.

VERY "Here's 156 outfits that she'll only wear once before she outgrows it". I wish I could have convinced Mrs. SLB to return half the crap we were given for store credit.

We did this but didn't want to tell anyone and upset them.bag

The beauty about not finding out the sex of the baby is that everyone gets you stuff that you actually have on your registry for showers...and not outfits. Then once you have the kid(s), they get you outfits anyway. Double win

We also didn't find out the sex until he was born (man, what a rush), but still ended up with tons of stuff we didn't need.

 

[cosjobs]

I'm 35 years old and I'm looking at 25-30 more years of work

This is me. Very jealous of you early retirees. If only I was smart.

What would you do if retired? People with no purpose are short-lived. Can you somehow align what you want to do with what you have to do to survive and provide? That's far better than retirement. And you realize every time you breed you have signed on for another 25 years, so is it possible to find a life's work that you would not want to retire from? Or a way to make your current job more in line with that?