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Keep at it shuke. You're doing the best. Tpw with your daughter tomorrow.
Thanks. I don't know, I really didn't show a lot of patience today. Then he started freaking out when I told him we were going to try again tomorrow, and the day after that.

I really should have tried more when he was younger.
http://www.bhg.com/health-family/activities/games/how-to-learn-to-ride-a-bike-in-15-minutes/
All you need is a grassy hill with about 20 feet of slope.

:kicksrock:
Don't worry. Krista is in her late 40's and still can't ride a bike. Your kids have time.

 
Turned around this morning after buying my morning bagel and nearly ran over Mother Theresa. Four foot six tops, walker with tennis ball feet, and a gouter about the size of a softball (note to shuke - this is not like hail, it may have been closer to a soccer ball).

What made the moment extraordinary is I managed to flash a smile at the exact moment I was throwing up in my mouth. Fine start to the week.
Pretty sure she's dead

 
Jail served cake for breakfast.

Another tip: since you can only make collect calls, memorize a phone number of someone other than your ex wife.
That does seem like a good tip. I'd love to hear the story of how you figured that out.
Not a very interesting story. My ex-wife used all of my allotted phone time yelling at me when I called her from jail.
STOP PLAYING PET RESCUE AND JUST TELL US WHAT HAPPENED, ASHLEIGH!
I don't understand either of these references
We haven't understood any of your references, so even steven.

WTF happened?
Steven?

 
Turned around this morning after buying my morning bagel and nearly ran over Mother Theresa. Four foot six tops, walker with tennis ball feet, and a gouter about the size of a softball (note to shuke - this is not like hail, it may have been closer to a soccer ball).

What made the moment extraordinary is I managed to flash a smile at the exact moment I was throwing up in my mouth. Fine start to the week.
Pretty sure she's dead
:shrug:

Well I was a little startled when she moved.

She had a headpiece on. Looked vaguely like a nun, but I was just trying to get around her and really didn't want to look a second time.

 
Jail served cake for breakfast.

Another tip: since you can only make collect calls, memorize a phone number of someone other than your ex wife.
That does seem like a good tip. I'd love to hear the story of how you figured that out.
Not a very interesting story. My ex-wife used all of my allotted phone time yelling at me when I called her from jail.
Furthermore, most jails only allow collect calls to a landline. So memorize a few of those as well. It took me two hours to figure that out.

 
Turned around this morning after buying my morning bagel and nearly ran over Mother Theresa. Four foot six tops, walker with tennis ball feet, and a gouter about the size of a softball (note to shuke - this is not like hail, it may have been closer to a soccer ball).

What made the moment extraordinary is I managed to flash a smile at the exact moment I was throwing up in my mouth. Fine start to the week.
Gouter? Goiter?

 
Turned around this morning after buying my morning bagel and nearly ran over Mother Theresa. Four foot six tops, walker with tennis ball feet, and a gouter about the size of a softball (note to shuke - this is not like hail, it may have been closer to a soccer ball).

What made the moment extraordinary is I managed to flash a smile at the exact moment I was throwing up in my mouth. Fine start to the week.
Gouter? Goiter?
Thanks!

 
Turned around this morning after buying my morning bagel and nearly ran over Mother Theresa. Four foot six tops, walker with tennis ball feet, and a gouter about the size of a softball (note to shuke - this is not like hail, it may have been closer to a soccer ball).

What made the moment extraordinary is I managed to flash a smile at the exact moment I was throwing up in my mouth. Fine start to the week.
Pretty sure she's dead
:shrug:

Well I was a little startled when she moved.

She had a headpiece on. Looked vaguely like a nun, but I was just trying to get around her and really didn't want to look a second time.
My wife's aunt is a nun on Staten Island.

Probably wasn't her, though.

 
Jail served cake for breakfast.

Another tip: since you can only make collect calls, memorize a phone number of someone other than your ex wife.
That does seem like a good tip. I'd love to hear the story of how you figured that out.
Not a very interesting story. My ex-wife used all of my allotted phone time yelling at me when I called her from jail.
Furthermore, most jails only allow collect calls to a landline. So memorize a few of those as well. It took me two hours to figure that out.
Pretty sure I got about 3 calls. GF, lawyer, boss ("think I ate some bad chicken salad"). Considering some horror stories I've read about getting booked by NYPD, I had it easy.

 
Turned around this morning after buying my morning bagel and nearly ran over Mother Theresa. Four foot six tops, walker with tennis ball feet, and a gouter about the size of a softball (note to shuke - this is not like hail, it may have been closer to a soccer ball).

What made the moment extraordinary is I managed to flash a smile at the exact moment I was throwing up in my mouth. Fine start to the week.
Gouter? Goiter?
Thanks!
G-Dangit!

 
Turned around this morning after buying my morning bagel and nearly ran over Mother Theresa. Four foot six tops, walker with tennis ball feet, and a gouter about the size of a softball (note to shuke - this is not like hail, it may have been closer to a soccer ball).

What made the moment extraordinary is I managed to flash a smile at the exact moment I was throwing up in my mouth. Fine start to the week.
Pretty sure she's dead
:shrug:

Well I was a little startled when she moved.

She had a headpiece on. Looked vaguely like a nun, but I was just trying to get around her and really didn't want to look a second time.
My wife's aunt is a nun on Staten Island.

Probably wasn't her, though.
The last time I remember seeing a nun around Hell's Kitchen...

 
Drove 4 hours back to this Podunk hole in the desert, only to be told that they have me the wrong hearing time and it's 1:30, not 9:00. And even though they made the mistake, they won't continue the hearing to a new date unless I have a notice of appearance from counsel. Only my counsel is in trial in another county, and has his paralegal with him, so nobody there can file a notice of appearance. I'm about to hire another attorney just so I can leave.

 
I just purchased a tent. The closest to "camping" I've done as an adult was hiking the Milford Track in New Zealand, where I stayed in lodges in which the electricity was turned off at 10 p.m. But I just purchased a tent. :scared:
Backpacking or car camping?

When car camping always get a size at least 1-2 people larger than what you intend to house. When backpacking go with the the rated size or +1 max if you are willing to split the load between you.

 
I just purchased a tent. The closest to "camping" I've done as an adult was hiking the Milford Track in New Zealand, where I stayed in lodges in which the electricity was turned off at 10 p.m. But I just purchased a tent. :scared:
Awesome! Planning to car camp or backpack?
Hold on...there are different types of camping?

OK, OK, I did at least know that. We were planning backpacking camps because there are some trails that we'd like to conquer but really can't be done as day hikes. When I was thinking about it, though, I'm not sure we're ready yet for lugging the tent, sleeping bags, cooking gear, etc., so we might start with some car camping. Are you a camper? Any tips are appreciated. Is there a camping thread around here somewhere I could read?
ahem

 
Keep at it shuke. You're doing the best. Tpw with your daughter tomorrow.
Thanks. I don't know, I really didn't show a lot of patience today. Then he started freaking out when I told him we were going to try again tomorrow, and the day after that.

I really should have tried more when he was younger.
http://www.bhg.com/health-family/activities/games/how-to-learn-to-ride-a-bike-in-15-minutes/
:scribblesnotes:

Also, I was giving out likes to OPM, Thorn and Uni left and right at the end of this page and accidentally "liked" the one about GPJ's grandfather dying. I immediately unliked it, but just in case...sorry. :(

 
I just purchased a tent. The closest to "camping" I've done as an adult was hiking the Milford Track in New Zealand, where I stayed in lodges in which the electricity was turned off at 10 p.m. But I just purchased a tent. :scared:
Backpacking or car camping?

When car camping always get a size at least 1-2 people larger than what you intend to house. When backpacking go with the the rated size or +1 max if you are willing to split the load between you.
I got a three-person. :shrug:

 
Got drunk, walked into the middle of rush hour traffic, dropped his shorts, grabbed his junk and started singing Let It Go at the top of his lungs.

 
My theory?

Roverfish drives out to East Bumblefark, Washington with all the good intentions of relaxing, soaking in the sun and enjoying the great outdoors. As he is wont to do, he imbibed in various adult beverages throughout the weekend, realized that his supply was running low and ventured into the neighboring town for reinforcements. While shopping for supplies, a local townie gave him the stink eye and invaded his personal space. Never one to back down, Fish takes him outside, engages in some heavy pushing and is arrested by the town sheriff, who also happened to be the guy he was fighting. Sheriff books him on public intoxication, assault, battery, tax evasion and littering.

Close?

 
My theory?

Roverfish drives out to East Bumblefark, Washington with all the good intentions of relaxing, soaking in the sun and enjoying the great outdoors. As he is wont to do, he imbibed in various adult beverages throughout the weekend, realized that his supply was running low and ventured into the neighboring town for reinforcements. While shopping for supplies, a local townie gave him the stink eye and invaded his personal space. Never one to back down, Fish takes him outside, engages in some heavy pushing and is arrested by the town sheriff, who also happened to be the guy he was fighting. Sheriff books him on public intoxication, assault, battery, tax evasion and littering.

Close?
Warm, but why would you think there isn't a crazy chick involved?

 

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