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We went to an Infant Safety/CPR class this morning. I started crying during each of the re-enactment videos ("Paul! The baby isn't breathing!"). I'm either really cut out for this mother thing, or a bit too much of an emotional train wreck to pull this off.

We'll know in T-minus 7 weeks.

 
Also, I haven't had a lot of time to read this thread lately, so I've been skimming a good bit and feel pretty crummy about not replying specifically to those of you who are struggling/need TPWs. I promise I think about you all wish you all the best of luck.

And shuke, great news about your wife. Her migraine issues have been of specific interest to me for some reason, so I really hope that this is headed in the right direction.

 
Guster said:
So week one at my new gig is in the books. We meditated like usual on Tuesday and Thursday but the got in a little extra meditation yesterday during an all day training/discussion with a member of our adjunct faculty that was in to talk to us about openness and self care.

My boss comes in every day between 8:30-9 and leaves at 3:30 when we are not running sessions for groups. Our sessions are usually about a week long and after a session they expect you to take a comp day to recuperate. Two of the other facilitators did a session in Europe last week and when our director saw them on Monday he told them to make sure to take comp time for their travel too.

Oh and when I showed up on Monday the rest of the staff had autographed this book that we are featured in. I think I might have found the perfect job for me :thumbup:
When is bongos and weed day?

 
Bought my wife a tree for mother's day. they wanted $100 to deliver and plant. I told them I could install it on my own. Forgot about that sweet layer of clay about a mile thick that I'm get to chew through. If anybody needs me, I'll be dying in my back yard. Abe, can I borrow some of your life insurance?

 
I woke up last night to use the bathroom and had no idea where I was. Started looking around and thought I pulled a GM and was walking around a hotel lobby in only my underwear. I wasn't looking for BBQ sauce though. It took me a solid 3 minutes before I realized I as at home.

 
Anyone been to the Canadian Rockies recently? Going on vacation to Vancouver, Jasper, Lake Louise, and Banff in a few weeks and looking for local drink and food recommendations. TIA

 
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Bought my wife a tree for mother's day. they wanted $100 to deliver and plant. I told them I could install it on my own. Forgot about that sweet layer of clay about a mile thick that I'm get to chew through. If anybody needs me, I'll be dying in my back yard. Abe, can I borrow some of your life insurance?
Wish I knew what to say on the clay. I've planted a lot of trees through rock but clay is a different beast.
 
Stu,

For me, marriage is great. A good woman is one of the best things a man can have. I know it doesn't always work out, but IMO I'd be pretty different without my wife. But I also don't have the game you have. So who knows.

 
If you had a several terabites of porn like Raider Nation, wouldn't you put some sort of self-destruct device on your PC to spare your family the horror of discovering all that stuff should you die unexpectedly?

Hell, I have a few saved bikini pics from my friends' facebook page, and the thought of mutual friends stumbling upon them is terrifying.

 
We went to an Infant Safety/CPR class this morning. I started crying during each of the re-enactment videos ("Paul! The baby isn't breathing!"). I'm either really cut out for this mother thing, or a bit too much of an emotional train wreck to pull this off.

We'll know in T-minus 7 weeks.
My wife cried at this too.

 
We went to an Infant Safety/CPR class this morning. I started crying during each of the re-enactment videos ("Paul! The baby isn't breathing!"). I'm either really cut out for this mother thing, or a bit too much of an emotional train wreck to pull this off.

We'll know in T-minus 7 weeks.
My wife cried at this too.
Thank you.

Other than the pyramid schemey essential oils thing she has going on, she's pretty normal, right?

 
Tanner, gimme a rough list of your favorite flicks.
Off the top of my head? How about fairly recent very good to great films: No Country for Old MenDriveGone Baby GonePulp FictionSidewaysQuiz ShowMaster and Commander...Boogie NightsGood Will HuntingLA Confidential I'm sure there are more but those are the ones that came to mind :shrug:
Agree on all of these and I think we both liked Argo, which is one of the only movies I've seen in the last year plus. Never saw Master and Commander and I'm not sure what Drive (I might have seen it) is and though I keep telling myself to see "Gone Baby Gone", I haven't done it yet. Other than that, our tastes are pretty similar. Some movies I like that came out the last 20 years.... Hard 8 The Red ViolinAmerican BeautyIce StormFargo Many more. I LOVE Quiz Show. Such a great movie.
Drive is sort of polarizing. Some people love it. Others found it slow. I think many people watched it thinking it was going to be a "Fast and Furious" type deal. IMO it is one of the best movies to come out in the last 5 years or so. Albert Brooks's performance is fantastic. I would recommend Master and Commander to anyone who digs historical movies. It isn't perfect but you'll get a pretty good feel for what it was like on an early 1800s warship. Gone Baby Gone is one of those movies that slipped through the cracks I guess. The book was written by the same guy, Dennis Lehane, that wrote Mystic River. He also wrote a few episode of The Wires. This was also Ben Affleck's directorial debut (not sure if he wore a beard or not while he directed). His little brother Casey stars in it and was awesome.
Loved Drive. It's also one of the few good new movies on Netflix streaming.
 
We went to an Infant Safety/CPR class this morning. I started crying during each of the re-enactment videos ("Paul! The baby isn't breathing!"). I'm either really cut out for this mother thing, or a bit too much of an emotional train wreck to pull this off.

We'll know in T-minus 7 weeks.
My wife cried at this too.
Thank you.

Other than the pyramid schemey essential oils thing she has going on, she's pretty normal, right?
For a woman I guess.

 
i live in couver so can help you out there

it has been years since i have been to the jasper or banff

Anyone been to the Canadian Rockies recently? Going on vacation to Vancouver, Jasper, Lake Louise, and Banff in a few weeks and looking for local drink and food recommendations. TIA
 
I can't believe no one has started a thread yet about how hot these red-headed robots in the Kia commercial are.

 
strykerpks said:
kevzilla said:
Travis Hasse's Apple Pie Liqueur. Any of you Wisconsin drunks ever hear of this stuff? It's delicious.
Never heard of it. But what I know as Apple Pie isn't a Liqueur. It's homemade with Everlcear and served warm
And it's fantastic
:goodposting:
Would love to try it sometime. For tonight, cola-flavored vodka. With cola.
My GB has altered the recipe a bit but here's the gist

I'm going on a Canada fishing trip in 12-days. My friends I'm going with have done it before but this is my first time so I'm pretty pumped. Got an email today that there are still 2 feet of ice on the lake.
Eagle River dropped 2 feet of ice in less than 2 weeks recently. Might still be ok.

My GBs do a similar trip. I"m sure your GBs know but don't drink in the boat.

 
strykerpks said:
kevzilla said:
Travis Hasse's Apple Pie Liqueur. Any of you Wisconsin drunks ever hear of this stuff? It's delicious.
Never heard of it. But what I know as Apple Pie isn't a Liqueur. It's homemade with Everlcear and served warm
And it's fantastic
:goodposting:
Would love to try it sometime. For tonight, cola-flavored vodka. With cola.
My GB has altered the recipe a bit but here's the gist

>I'm going on a Canada fishing trip in 12-days. My friends I'm going with have done it before but this is my first time so I'm pretty pumped. Got an email today that there are still 2 feet of ice on the lake.
Eagle River dropped 2 feet of ice in less than 2 weeks recently. Might still be ok.

My GBs do a similar trip. I"m sure your GBs know but don't drink in the boat.
Yep, they're veterans and have already filled me in. They said you're probably ok if you have just a couple per person, but they get all pissy if you're bringing out a case or something.

 
And shuke, great news about your wife. Her migraine issues have been of specific interest to me for some reason, so I really hope that this is headed in the right direction.
Thanks. The IV therapy didn't help much yesterday, but it was worth a shot.

 
Bought my wife a tree for mother's day. they wanted $100 to deliver and plant. I told them I could install it on my own. Forgot about that sweet layer of clay about a mile thick that I'm get to chew through. If anybody needs me, I'll be dying in my back yard. Abe, can I borrow some of your life insurance?
How deep you going? (that's what she said)

We've got clay and I swear it took me all day to plant the last one I bought.

 
Stopped at a gas station today with my wife and daughter. After getting gas, I'm open my door when I'm flagged down by a woman at the pump opposite and diagonal from me. She looks to be in her late seventies/early eighties. I walk over, and she is having problems pumping gas into her Jag because she hasn't pulled forward far enough. The hose is stretched to it's full length, but is just long enough to be able to reach the tank. She says she's having trouble getting the gas to pump, and asks if I can help. I say to myself, "Self, WWSLBD?" After dismissing making reservations for the orgy at our community pool, and diving off the back of her trunk head-first into the asphalt, I tell her "no problem," and take over pumping her gas.

As I begin pumping the gas, the woman takes a step toward me, and is now well within the uncomfortable zone. I then feel her hand resting on my back, and slowly sliding downward, all as she is staring intently directly at my face. (Keep in mind that this is no more than 10 feet from where my wife and child are waiting in the car for me). So her hand is firmly on my ### as I finish pumping the gas. I remove the nozzle from the tank (not a euphemism), and try to replace it, but she is still standing in my way, staring at me. She takes the nozzle with one hand (still not a euphemism) and grasps my wrist with the other, and pulls both into her 80-something year old chest, forcing the back of my hand into her 80-something year old boobies. She's still staring at me intently, but finally lets me go, thanking me all the while. As I tell her "no problem," and begin walking away, the last thing she says is "Have a wonderful Mother's Day with your wife!"

This is what happens when WWSLBD goes wrong. :mellow:

 
strykerpks said:
kevzilla said:
Travis Hasse's Apple Pie Liqueur. Any of you Wisconsin drunks ever hear of this stuff? It's delicious.
Never heard of it. But what I know as Apple Pie isn't a Liqueur. It's homemade with Everlcear and served warm
And it's fantastic
:goodposting:
Apple pie shine is incredible.
There's nothing like tossing back a few gallons of it (spread amongst the whole group mind you...or you'll die) on a crisp Saturday morning before a college football game.

 
Stopped at a gas station today with my wife and daughter. After getting gas, I'm open my door when I'm flagged down by a woman at the pump opposite and diagonal from me. She looks to be in her late seventies/early eighties. I walk over, and she is having problems pumping gas into her Jag because she hasn't pulled forward far enough. The hose is stretched to it's full length, but is just long enough to be able to reach the tank. She says she's having trouble getting the gas to pump, and asks if I can help. I say to myself, "Self, WWSLBD?" After dismissing making reservations for the orgy at our community pool, and diving off the back of her trunk head-first into the asphalt, I tell her "no problem," and take over pumping her gas. As I begin pumping the gas, the woman takes a step toward me, and is now well within the uncomfortable zone. I then feel her hand resting on my back, and slowly sliding downward, all as she is staring intently directly at my face. (Keep in mind that this is no more than 10 feet from where my wife and child are waiting in the car for me). So her hand is firmly on my ### as I finish pumping the gas. I remove the nozzle from the tank (not a euphemism), and try to replace it, but she is still standing in my way, staring at me. She takes the nozzle with one hand (still not a euphemism) and grasps my wrist with the other, and pulls both into her 80-something year old chest, forcing the back of my hand into her 80-something year old boobies. She's still staring at me intently, but finally lets me go, thanking me all the while. As I tell her "no problem," and begin walking away, the last thing she says is "Have a wonderful Mother's Day with your wife!" This is what happens when WWSLBD goes wrong. :mellow:
I'm sure urban dictionary has a term for spurting gasoline between a GILF's breasts. I just don't know what it is. Naples Napalm Steamer?
 
Happy Mothers Day to all of the FBMoms and soon-to-be FBMoms.

Is anyone here a fan of the TV series "Justified"?. I'm one and a half episodes in and am intrigued so far. I don't particularly care for Olyphant as an actor - not sure why, really - but the rest of the cast seems really good. Is this show worth catching up on 4 seasons?

I saw a ( to me) chilling segment on the news this morning. Apparently, you can buy a mold to make plastic guns that shoot reall ammo. I'm most certainly not anti-gun (grew up hunting and believe we have the right to protect ourselves), but this scares the hell out of me.

 
I'm not looking for any sympathy, especially given those who have real problems right now, but I've been struggling a lot over the past few days.

First I was just sad about leaving my job. Sure, it was the second-worst job in the world, but I had made some extremely close connections with people and will miss them.

Then it turned into something I didn't at all expect. I had no idea how much I identified myself through what I do. I'm not just leaving a job but giving up a career I've had for 21 years and been successful in. I knew that not working 80-hour weeks would be jarring to me, but I didn't realize that I'd be in this "who the hell am I now" crisis.

1. I am shocked to find that my identity has been so tied up in what I did for a living.

2. I am mad at myself for allowing my identity to become so tied up in what I did.

3. I am mad at myself for not realizing that it had.

4. I am not sure how to self-identify any more.

Feels a little like a parallel (albeit in a better place, hence my not looking for sympathy) to Abe's situation where he is having to re-identify himself from "entrepreneur" to something else.

I'm pretty rattled and feel a bit lost.
Even from the distance of the internet I saw this coming. You've always been a focused, career-driven person, K. Change can be rough. I'm sure you'll settle in and find some new and old interests. What about -

Poetry

Cooking/Dining

Charity work

Those are just three things my internet-distanced self knows you dig in a major way. Perhaps looking into exploring them more now that you have time? Start learning how to cook. You do have a talented teacher laying in the same bed, right? ;)

Start scoping the literary scene a bit. Dive into poetry. I recall you being pretty active in Chicago poetry circles. I know Memphis and Nicaragua pales in comparison, but check it out anyway and/or just read literary journals and find new poets that move you. I can pm you a bunch of links if you're interested.

You've always been a charitable person. Maybe you expand on that? Not financially, but via your legal and organizational expertise. Perhaps volunteer 10 to 20 hours a week at an organization you believe in? I recall -fish- doing work like this. Maybe pm him if you're interested in global charity. Maybe -I'm just guessing here- you could check into the micro-financing movement for women in developing world countries (especially in places/cultures with economic roadblocks for women).

Try stuff like this. Tap into your passions. Best with it.

 
Happy Mothers Day to all of the FBMoms and soon-to-be FBMoms. Is anyone here a fan of the TV series "Justified"?. I'm one and a half episodes in and am intrigued so far. I don't particularly care for Olyphant as an actor - not sure why, really - but the rest of the cast seems really good. Is this show worth catching up on 4 seasons? I saw a ( to me) chilling segment on the news this morning. Apparently, you can buy a mold to make plastic guns that shoot reall ammo. I'm most certainly not anti-gun (grew up hunting and believe we have the right to protect ourselves), but this scares the hell out of me.
It's a good show. First season is okay, second season is really good.
 
Stopped at a gas station today with my wife and daughter. After getting gas, I'm open my door when I'm flagged down by a woman at the pump opposite and diagonal from me. She looks to be in her late seventies/early eighties. I walk over, and she is having problems pumping gas into her Jag because she hasn't pulled forward far enough. The hose is stretched to it's full length, but is just long enough to be able to reach the tank. She says she's having trouble getting the gas to pump, and asks if I can help. I say to myself, "Self, WWSLBD?" After dismissing making reservations for the orgy at our community pool, and diving off the back of her trunk head-first into the asphalt, I tell her "no problem," and take over pumping her gas. As I begin pumping the gas, the woman takes a step toward me, and is now well within the uncomfortable zone. I then feel her hand resting on my back, and slowly sliding downward, all as she is staring intently directly at my face. (Keep in mind that this is no more than 10 feet from where my wife and child are waiting in the car for me). So her hand is firmly on my ### as I finish pumping the gas. I remove the nozzle from the tank (not a euphemism), and try to replace it, but she is still standing in my way, staring at me. She takes the nozzle with one hand (still not a euphemism) and grasps my wrist with the other, and pulls both into her 80-something year old chest, forcing the back of my hand into her 80-something year old boobies. She's still staring at me intently, but finally lets me go, thanking me all the while. As I tell her "no problem," and begin walking away, the last thing she says is "Have a wonderful Mother's Day with your wife!" This is what happens when WWSLBD goes wrong. :mellow:
:shrug: I'd call that WWSLBD gone right.
 
Stopped at a gas station today with my wife and daughter. After getting gas, I'm open my door when I'm flagged down by a woman at the pump opposite and diagonal from me. She looks to be in her late seventies/early eighties. I walk over, and she is having problems pumping gas into her Jag because she hasn't pulled forward far enough. The hose is stretched to it's full length, but is just long enough to be able to reach the tank. She says she's having trouble getting the gas to pump, and asks if I can help. I say to myself, "Self, WWSLBD?" After dismissing making reservations for the orgy at our community pool, and diving off the back of her trunk head-first into the asphalt, I tell her "no problem," and take over pumping her gas.

As I begin pumping the gas, the woman takes a step toward me, and is now well within the uncomfortable zone. I then feel her hand resting on my back, and slowly sliding downward, all as she is staring intently directly at my face. (Keep in mind that this is no more than 10 feet from where my wife and child are waiting in the car for me). So her hand is firmly on my ### as I finish pumping the gas. I remove the nozzle from the tank (not a euphemism), and try to replace it, but she is still standing in my way, staring at me. She takes the nozzle with one hand (still not a euphemism) and grasps my wrist with the other, and pulls both into her 80-something year old chest, forcing the back of my hand into her 80-something year old boobies. She's still staring at me intently, but finally lets me go, thanking me all the while. As I tell her "no problem," and begin walking away, the last thing she says is "Have a wonderful Mother's Day with your wife!"

This is what happens when WWSLBD goes wrong. :mellow:
:lmao:

You have to go to the gas station owner and get a copy of the video

 
I saw a ( to me) chilling segment on the news this morning. Apparently, you can buy a mold to make plastic guns that shoot reall ammo. I'm most certainly not anti-gun (grew up hunting and believe we have the right to protect ourselves), but this scares the hell out of me.
I think you're talking about a 3D printed plastic gun.
 

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