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Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Harold Barnelby wrote:
Gotta admit, this made me lol.
Here's a handy resource so you can bump gums like an egg.
IT IS FORBIDDEN
I don't want to argue the merits of sportsball teams here and violate thread rules. Yet I can't hold back the joy at something long-awaited by generations of my family, something I might actually get to see! Years of hope renewed and crushed, of strife and drama and human suffering.
In the words of a famous sign: Please win one before
Maybe... just maybe... we won't have to wait 'til next year.
Friend and dog coming over tonight for dinner and to watch Ep VII. I made crock-pot lasagna and will make sauteed garlic spinach and fresh garlic bread. Excited to see the puppy. It's the first time she's come over since Shadow died. I don't know if she'll even notice.
And of course, I have my second migraine in 3 years tonight. :/
Freehold DM wrote:
Kinda weirds me out. I mean, Dave has a paladin and looks forward to RP because he knows how to play her? What next? Dogs and cats living together?
It's too much, man.
I'll say. Thank you all for the support.
Writing the notes is bringing back happy memories. I want the families to know how their loved one impacted others, so I'm telling them what I learned from each one. I have lots of fond memories of good times and good people, and I'm very grateful for that. I love 'em all.
Bluffing and ignoring rules I can manage!
yet more bad news:
So found out last night that my protégé at the last large company I worked for was killed in a motorcycle crash over the summer. His 18-year-old daughter was riding behind him and survived. She's back home and they are looking at prosthetics now, so I guess she's healing well. 87yo going eastbound in the westbound lane hit them head on. His wife - high school sweetheart - and 16yo son were at home, thankfully, so unhurt physically. I was fortunate to have him work for me as a tech and to mentor him into supervision and management. His initial work experience out of college was at NASA, and he was tremendously proud that his code was in space on the ISS, making sure the solar panels were pointed at the sun properly.
Then this morning found out another of my guys died last week. His memorial was last Saturday. Great guy, really quiet and solitary, but bright and never afraid to give an honest answer if you showed him you really wanted his opinion. He was such a solemn person that I treasure the times I was able to make him laugh. Just brilliant on his box.
Neither was 50 yet.
Still kinda numb. I need to write their families. I really treasured those notes from when my dad died, because they gave me a new perspective on how he affected others' lives. I want to give them that. They were both great guys.
This summer can f&&% itself.
Well for my Thursday club we start a new quarter* today, thus I was looking back at this years games (Bushido/Space 1889/Pathfinder/Advanced Fighting Fantasy). And I've realised I haven't played the same game or system this year, thus I looked further back. I haven't played the same system for the past 11 quarters... and even then it was me running Pathfinder again.
I don't know how you keep them straight. I have enough trouble with the few I know!
David M Mallon wrote:
Haven't seen that one yet, but I heard about it. 3 down, umpteen more to go, yay!
As far as booze goes, I'd get up early in the morning after parties, while the folks were still sleeping it off, and drink what was left in the glasses while I carried them to the kitchen sink.
Interesting cocktails. I liked manhattans but not martinis. Scotch rocks was OKish. Southern Comfort was delicious when I was a kid.
Yeah, as long as they're getting a decent diet, I don't see a problem. There are ways to ease kids into adult foods without a lot of battles, and children will develop tastes for new foods after a number of trials (I think 15?). So persist with one spoonful of what you want them to eat every once in a while, and feed them mostly what they already like. Tastes will develop. Patience is key.
Of course, sometimes the best way to get them to try something is to say it's adult food and they're not big enough to eat it yet.
My mom wasn't upset that I wouldn't eat things I didn't like. I'd eat them. My father taught me the "Drejk method" of eating what you don't like first, and I used it faithfully.
I had two issues: there are lots of food I can't eat without a swallow of water to wash them down, and I'd sometimes take too much food. So I'd eat my least favorite food, then my next least, and drink 2-3 glasses of water to get them down... then I'd be full. But the ironclad rule is you have to eat what is on your plate, so I'd be stuck force-feeding myself my favorite foods when I was already full.
For some reason, the last couple bites on a plate are absolutely nauseating when you're stuffed, and they simply won't go down. That's what I sat gagging in front of for hours, to teach me that I need to be more careful about what I take. Food isn't free, you know, and mom spent time preparing it. By not eating the good food I had taken, I was insulting my dad (who worked to make the money for food) and my mom (who worked to make dinner) and everyone else at the table who could have eaten that food except I had already taken it.
And, naturally, it was my own fault because I drank too much water with meals. Nobody has trouble eating without water - that's all in my head. I was a deceptive, duplicitous little drama queen with no respect for anyone else in the family, according to my mom. Hence the insistence on punishment and the extremes it reached.
I believe there's a form of torture in which people are forced to eat after they are full, but I can't find the term for it right now. Mom had also never heard of Sjogren's Syndrome.
Similar things with homework - sit there until it's done and stop tapping and squirming and fidgeting and bouncing your leg and daydreaming and why are you crying? This isn't hard. They didn't know about ADD then, either, or how a 10-minute break to run around now and then would have helped me burn off that jitteriness.
People who remember childhood fondly are kidding themselves. When I had the chance to get out of the house, I shot out of there and never went back.