It's a great move. I was traveling every other week last year and it got to be too much. I was faced with an ultimatum to move. Wife and I didn't want to uproot the family right now. Many of you know about how things have been with her health for quite some time, well we have finally turned the corner. She had some procedures done near the end of 2017, and last year was one of the best years of our marriage/family life we've ever had. We were able to do a long weekend trip to DC, a week at Disney, and a weekend camping/hiking in the mountains, among a number of other things. Those would have all been unthinkable a few years ago. So now that we finally have some kind of normalcy, I was frightened about doing anything that could possibly disrupt it.yeah- the way he buried it there, certainly lends itself to a question mark.
hope it's a happy move for you, shuke.
Why didn't you stop? Don't forget I see all the crappy food choices you make on twitter.I drove by Skyline Chili near Sarasota yesterday. It made me think of Shuke.
My mom's sciatica has been acting up. She's 83.I have sciatica this morning. This appears to be because on Monday, I turned up the treadmill from 2.2 mph to 2.5 mph. I know, I'm a madman.
I was concerned about making it to the gym this morning, until I sneezed and almost went to the floor. Now I'm concerned about sitting in this computer chair all day and making it downtown to a meeting this evening. Not sure I can work the gas and brake pedals on my car. Really looking forward to my (fool's) golden years.
As long as you don't snort it off your mom's butt, it's probably okay.My mom's sciatica has been acting up. She's 83.
ETA
You haven't lived until you've had to put one of those lidocaine patches on your own mom's butt.
oh it's aroundReally glad that Capri Pant trend from Europe never made it over here for guys. Was a fan of them on chicks though.
Hey, I wasn't ignoring this but felt like responding with my small stuff when cos has a much more significant loss to deal with seemed...silly. I know losses don't have to be compared, but still.
Maybe open with something acknowledging your history with their son in a way that is encouraging and let them know that he was a good guy. Something like: "I'm so sorry for your loss. Bob was a great guy that I will always remember fondly as my first love and a gentle, yet passionate and vigorous, lover."Hey, I wasn't ignoring this but felt like responding with my small stuff when cos has a much more significant loss to deal with seemed...silly. I know losses don't have to be compared, but still.
Anyway, I continue to be much more upset by this than I would have expected. I've been in contact with Bob's friend who informed me of this, and he's so devastated. They continued to talk every week despite being on opposite coasts. Marty (the friend) and his wife went to the services, and I can't imagine the effect that must have had on him, too. It's not that I will "miss" Bob so much, since we weren't in frequent contact, but it seems to be hitting me, along with losing my last grandparent a month ago, as a major life progression. This was my first love!
It all hit me again today because I had sent a FB message to a few college friends, and they started responding. I was the only one with a steady boyfriend in my friend group during our college years, and Bob was pretty much in every picture that any of our group has from that time, since he and I were inseparable. Every one of my friends had a crush on him; we had all met him at the same time at a party, and everyone was vying for this guy who looked just like Tom Cruise (which was considered a good thing at the time), but I "won." My friends have been taking it very poorly as well; one of them found an obituary with a video of him in it, which I refuse to watch yet but she did and became a blubbering mess.
I bought a card to send to his parents, but I haven't been capable yet of figuring out what I want to express to them. I guess just that he was a great guy who meant a lot to many people, which I'm sure they already know.
efffffffffffffff, i'm not ready for this stage of lifeHey, I wasn't ignoring this but felt like responding with my small stuff when cos has a much more significant loss to deal with seemed...silly. I know losses don't have to be compared, but still.
Anyway, I continue to be much more upset by this than I would have expected. I've been in contact with Bob's friend who informed me of this, and he's so devastated. They continued to talk every week despite being on opposite coasts. Marty (the friend) and his wife went to the services, and I can't imagine the effect that must have had on him, too. It's not that I will "miss" Bob so much, since we weren't in frequent contact, but it seems to be hitting me, along with losing my last grandparent a month ago, as a major life progression. This was my first love!
It all hit me again today because I had sent a FB message to a few college friends, and they started responding. I was the only one with a steady boyfriend in my friend group during our college years, and Bob was pretty much in every picture that any of our group has from that time, since he and I were inseparable. Every one of my friends had a crush on him; we had all met him at the same time at a party, and everyone was vying for this guy who looked just like Tom Cruise (which was considered a good thing at the time), but I "won." My friends have been taking it very poorly as well; one of them found an obituary with a video of him in it, which I refuse to watch yet but she did and became a blubbering mess.
I bought a card to send to his parents, but I haven't been capable yet of figuring out what I want to express to them. I guess just that he was a great guy who meant a lot to many people, which I'm sure they already know.
Your first boyfriend is still alive? Way to make Krista feel worse.efffffffffffffff, i'm not ready for this stage of life
Remember this? Better, simpler times.I have sciatica this morning. This appears to be because on Monday, I turned up the treadmill from 2.2 mph to 2.5 mph. I know, I'm a madman.
I was concerned about making it to the gym this morning, until I sneezed and almost went to the floor. Now I'm concerned about sitting in this computer chair all day and making it downtown to a meeting this evening. Not sure I can work the gas and brake pedals on my car. Really looking forward to my (fool's) golden years.
*swipesleft*Your first boyfriend is still alive? Way to make Krista feel worse.
"You drink bourbon from a shoe on the internet, but you wanna sell me a medical device? Good day, sir!"New job is a great opportunity and has been energizing. Still in medical devices.
Sell them? You want your mind blown? I design them. I’ve got a masters and patents and all kinds of stuff!"You drink bourbon from a shoe on the internet, but you wanna sell me a medical device? Good day, sir!"
I...uhh...honestly had zero idea that's what you did for a living. I just assumed you were, like, a professional Bearcat fan. I learned something today. #themoreyouknowderderdaaahdeeeer
Sucks, dude. I’m assuming you have at-home PT stuff you’re doing?Remember this? Better, simpler times.
I went to my meeting last night, power-walking through the cold back to my car. I thought a little Advil had worked wonders. But after I got home, it got so much worse. Taking six-inch steps, I managed to put myself to bed, where the only position not accompanied by blinding pain was on my left side, with a large pillow between my legs.
I was supposed to meet with one of our new surgeons and his deeply confused staff this afternoon. Obviously, I can't drag a leg into a meeting with a spine surgeon. I've managed to turn that into a conference call, but I'm still considering my emergency room options. This concludes today's Sad, Broken-Down Old Clown Update.
Right now, I'm thrilled I can lever myself off the toilet without assistance. Next frontier: the shower.Sucks, dude. I’m assuming you have at-home PT stuff you’re doing?
Heat, rest, soma, booze. Vaya con diosRight now, I'm thrilled I can lever myself off the toilet without assistance. Next frontier: the shower.
I have a home TENS unit, I 'll give it a whirl this evening.
I don't have soma. Will a weapons-grade indica do?Heat, rest, soma, booze. Vaya con dios
Lol. That should do it.I don't have soma. Will a weapons-grade indica do?
It will work, don’t forget about your back.I don't have soma. Will a weapons-grade indica do?
Patent #3555992903Sell them? You want your mind blown? I design them. I’ve got a masters and patents and all kinds of stuff!
Everything on this board is total shtick.
Neuropathy here, indica and sativa are the 2 biggest weapons in my arsenal.I don't have soma. Will a weapons-grade indica do?
Obviously this is your patent since all your board stuff is shtickshuke said:Sell them? You want your mind blown? I design them. I’ve got a masters and patents and all kinds of stuff!
Everything on this board is total shtick.
Roll TideWait! How is Tanner older than his mother? :headexplode:
Time to do some core stretches!My conference call was re-scheduled, surgeon is still in the OR. Score!
It appears that surgical intervention will not be required, for now. I am now able to walk around my place without grabbing the furniture for support. I would still lose a footrace to Tanner's mom, but things are improving.
ladies and gentlemen, we got him.
Physician, heal thy staff!My conference call was re-scheduled, surgeon is still in the OR. Score!
It appears that surgical intervention will not be required, for now. I am now able to walk around my place without grabbing the furniture for support. I would still lose a footrace to Tanner's mom, but things are improving.
Sorry to hear you're hurting GB. I get a little sciatica once in a while (esp. if I don't do my hip and lower back stretches) but not near what it sounds like you're dealing with.Woke up this morning and stretched a little. Something went snick! in my back, and pain is shooting down my leg again. So frustrating.
You need me to send you and/or Damon's dogs some special treats for pain?Woke up this morning and stretched a little. Something went snick! in my back, and pain is shooting down my leg again. So frustrating.
I'm pretty well provisioned, GB. Take care of Uncle Cos.You need me to send you and/or Damon's dogs some special treats for pain?
Poor guy (pronounced ghee) the original stoner poodle is not doing well since I went to Boston. He's very lethargic and its hard to get him to eat. Hope he turns it around, I'm pretty tired of losing my loved ones.I'm pretty well provisioned, GB. Take care of Uncle Cos.
that sucks. I hate confrontation in chill time. Was there an open spot to move or did you pull an Otis.We set up on an empty beach in front of our Cozumel hotel this morning and get breakfast. When we get back to the chairs, a couple and their young kid had set up immediately next to our chairs...leaving the rest of the open chairs untouched. Guy pulls out his laptop, portable speaker and cigar and turns all up to 11. Not even 10am.
I'm a curmudgeon, right? Blasting speakers and cigars on a resort beach right next to the only other people there is totally cool...right?
Yes. Look at me.
I throw Juan a $20 and have him move my #### as far away as possible. Then I kick sand on cigar boy. Awful.We set up on an empty beach in front of our Cozumel hotel this morning and get breakfast. When we get back to the chairs, a couple and their young kid had set up immediately next to our chairs...leaving the rest of the open chairs untouched. Guy pulls out his laptop, portable speaker and cigar and turns all up to 11. Not even 10am.
I'm a curmudgeon, right? Blasting speakers and cigars on a resort beach right next to the only other people there is totally cool...right?
Yes. Look at me.
Why didn't you just move?We set up on an empty beach in front of our Cozumel hotel this morning and get breakfast. When we get back to the chairs, a couple and their young kid had set up immediately next to our chairs...leaving the rest of the open chairs untouched. Guy pulls out his laptop, portable speaker and cigar and turns all up to 11. Not even 10am.
I'm a curmudgeon, right? Blasting speakers and cigars on a resort beach right next to the only other people there is totally cool...right?
Yes. Look at me.