I hope Sara Marie is alright this morning.
Uh..me too?
Are there a lot of orders coming in or something? Regardless, +1.
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I hope Sara Marie is alright this morning.Uh..me too?
Are there a lot of orders coming in or something? Regardless, +1.
Oh, you don't have facebook! Right, forgot. </grief>
Last night she sprained her ankle and she and the PMG spent the evening at the hospital. :( They thought it might've been broken, thankfully it wasn't.
I hope Sara Marie is alright this morning.Uh..me too?
Are there a lot of orders coming in or something? Regardless, +1.
Oh, you don't have facebook! Right, forgot. </grief>
Last night she sprained her ankle and she and the PMG spent the evening at the hospital. :( They thought it might've been broken, thankfully it wasn't.
I figured I would stop in chat and wish her well, and pick on her a bit about being a klutz. ;)
I hope Sara Marie is alright this morning.Uh..me too?
Are there a lot of orders coming in or something? Regardless, +1.
Oh, you don't have facebook! Right, forgot. </grief>
Last night she sprained her ankle and she and the PMG spent the evening at the hospital. :( They thought it might've been broken, thankfully it wasn't.
Oh man, that's awful! I hope she recovers quickly!!!
Sure thing man! It's always my pleasure to bring joy into your life.Gary, in case no one has said this to you today:
I see the medication for DGS is not taking effect. It is time that we double the dosage!
I hope Sara Marie is alright this morning.Uh..me too?
Are there a lot of orders coming in or something? Regardless, +1.
Oh, you don't have facebook! Right, forgot. </grief>
Last night she sprained her ankle and she and the PMG spent the evening at the hospital. :( They thought it might've been broken, thankfully it wasn't.
Sprained her ankle, eh? That's too bad. Maybe she'll hobble in later for our well-wishes.
I hope Sara Marie is alright this morning.+1
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I just had my first hot carl the other day- good stuff.
o.O
I had Carl a few years back and yes it is hot ;)I just had my first hot carl the other day- good stuff.o.O
Backing away. Far away.
Awesome we finally got too perverse for Urizen, so there is a limit to his perverseness!!!I had Carl a few years back and yes it is hot ;)I just had my first hot carl the other day- good stuff.o.OBacking away. Far away.
Methinks you did not click the link. Or you like corn.
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Methinks you did not click the link. Or you like corn.Awesome we finally got too perverse for Urizen, so there is a limit to his perverseness!!!I had Carl a few years back and yes it is hot ;)I just had my first hot carl the other day- good stuff.o.OBacking away. Far away.
No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Methinks you did not click the link. Or you like corn.Awesome we finally got too perverse for Urizen, so there is a limit to his perverseness!!!I had Carl a few years back and yes it is hot ;)I just had my first hot carl the other day- good stuff.o.OBacking away. Far away.
~queasy look~ You may not have limits, but ***I*** do. ~goes off to bleach my brain~
No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.Methinks you did not click the link. Or you like corn.Awesome we finally got too perverse for Urizen, so there is a limit to his perverseness!!!I had Carl a few years back and yes it is hot ;)I just had my first hot carl the other day- good stuff.o.OBacking away. Far away.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
Coincides with your evening job?
Methinks there's more going on than just taking surveys. ;-)
They must learn the price of mocking Jess Door.
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No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
My father was an EMT who made it his personal mission in life to discuss things that would gross us kids out enough that we'd have to stop eating. My mother is a geriatric nurse who would describe work at the table.
Very little gets to me anymore.
You know, everyone mocks me for carrying around a flashlight in my purse.
They didn't mock me yesterday when I had a flashlight and the rolling blackouts started at the office.
Just sayin'
As a cyclist, you never ever know when you're going to need one.
Slow and gross goes the posting...
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One of the funniest "You carry what around in that purse?!?" moments was at some shower or another. One of the stupid games we played was "Pull the weirdest thing out that you have in your purse right now," and one lady pulled out a full sized hammer. The most hilarious part was she didn't know it was in there until she looked!
One of the funniest "You carry what around in that purse?!?" moments was at some shower or another. One of the stupid games we played was "Pull the weirdest thing out that you have in your purse right now," and one lady pulled out a full sized hammer. The most hilarious part was she didn't know it was in there until she looked!
It probably would have been even more fun had Solnes been there.
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Well, yes, but this way it's a story I can tell safely in any company and it will be amusing and not shocking or offensive.
Unlike the moment at OwlCon when I was talking to Wolthulhu about something and dropped the f-bomb, forgetting there was a 12ish year old kid in the room to play the game I was about to run.
The moment the word left my mouth I realized what I'd done and tried to cover with a lame "...er...messed up..." But yeah...total, absolute mortification. I apologized to the father and son pretty abjectly, and have tried to rein in my mouth. Didn't realize I'd gotten that bad.
*sigh*
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No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
My father was an EMT who made it his personal mission in life to discuss things that would gross us kids out enough that we'd have to stop eating. My mother is a geriatric nurse who would describe work at the table.
Very little gets to me anymore.
Ayup. We got to hear some pretty nasty stuff over dinner at my house, too.
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~queasy look~ You may not have limits, but ***I*** do. ~goes off to bleach my brain~Methinks you did not click the link. Or you like corn.Awesome we finally got too perverse for Urizen, so there is a limit to his perverseness!!!I had Carl a few years back and yes it is hot ;)I just had my first hot carl the other day- good stuff.o.OBacking away. Far away.
I never click on those links here at work. Now I shall refrain from doing so at home as well.
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Well, yes, but this way it's a story I can tell safely in any company and it will be amusing and not shocking or offensive.
Unlike the moment at OwlCon when I was talking to Wolthulhu about something and dropped the f-bomb, forgetting there was a 12ish year old kid in the room to play the game I was about to run.
The moment the word left my mouth I realized what I'd done and tried to cover with a lame "...er...messed up..." But yeah...total, absolute mortification. I apologized to the father and son pretty abjectly, and have tried to rein in my mouth. Didn't realize I'd gotten that bad.
*sigh*
There are times when people amaze me. Good friends of mine were in line at a small restaurant just talking to themselves and one of them said a swear word. There was a man behind them with his son. The man said to them "Excuse me, but I don't appreciate you swearing around my son." My friends didn't realize that there were children, but apologized and were ready to go with life. Then this father starts to berate my friends about how awful they were using swear words -- when he starts swearing at them including the swear word my friends used -- right in front of his own son.
Just bizarre.
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Ayup. We got to hear some pretty nasty stuff over dinner at my house, too.No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
My father was an EMT who made it his personal mission in life to discuss things that would gross us kids out enough that we'd have to stop eating. My mother is a geriatric nurse who would describe work at the table.
Very little gets to me anymore.
My first roommate in college was a cattle farmer from Wisconsin. Nothing was sacred -- especially at the dinner table.
No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
My father was an EMT who made it his personal mission in life to discuss things that would gross us kids out enough that we'd have to stop eating. My mother is a geriatric nurse who would describe work at the table.
Very little gets to me anymore.
Don't tempt me to pull a Cthulhu ace from my sleeve. For instance, I no longer include blueberries with my waffles for breakfast.
Don't tempt me to pull a Cthulhu ace from my sleeve. For instance, I no longer include blueberries with my waffles for breakfast.No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
My father was an EMT who made it his personal mission in life to discuss things that would gross us kids out enough that we'd have to stop eating. My mother is a geriatric nurse who would describe work at the table.
Very little gets to me anymore.
Nothing, and I mean NOTHING can excise my love of blueberry waffles from my psyche. Bring it on, Cthulhu-lover!
Slow and gross goes the posting...
Which reminds me. Every morning, it's usually a ritual where she's in the shower and I'm coming in long enough to collect my hearing aids and walk out (I keep them in the medicine cabinet when I'm sleeping as it designates a specific place for me to place them and it keeps it out of the cat's reach). Yesterday morning, though -- the door was locked. Very unusual here; there's absolutely no reason to lock the door.
I admit I kind of panicked, so I knocked on the door as she had the radio on in the background. She opened it and I had a WTF look on my face.
"I was having severe feminine issues this morning. You didn't want to walk into that unprepared, did you?"
"No. The horror....the horror... Thanks."
"You're welcome."
My first roommate in college was a cattle farmer from Wisconsin. Nothing was sacred -- especially at the dinner table.Ayup. We got to hear some pretty nasty stuff over dinner at my house, too.No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
My father was an EMT who made it his personal mission in life to discuss things that would gross us kids out enough that we'd have to stop eating. My mother is a geriatric nurse who would describe work at the table.
Very little gets to me anymore.
And what's wrong wth cattle famers from Wisconsin? ;)
Well, yes, but this way it's a story I can tell safely in any company and it will be amusing and not shocking or offensive.
Unlike the moment at OwlCon when I was talking to Wolthulhu about something and dropped the f-bomb, forgetting there was a 12ish year old kid in the room to play the game I was about to run.
The moment the word left my mouth I realized what I'd done and tried to cover with a lame "...er...messed up..." But yeah...total, absolute mortification. I apologized to the father and son pretty abjectly, and have tried to rein in my mouth. Didn't realize I'd gotten that bad.
*sigh*
There are times when people amaze me. Good friends of mine were in line at a small restaurant just talking to themselves and one of them said a swear word. There was a man behind them with his son. The man said to them "Excuse me, but I don't appreciate you swearing around my son." My friends didn't realize that there were children, but apologized and were ready to go with life. Then this father starts to berate my friends about how awful they were using swear words -- when he starts swearing at them including the swear word my friends used -- right in front of his own son.
Just bizarre.
That sort of attitude baffles me.
I admit I swear rather a lot. A bad habit I learned from my dad. I try to rein it in in front of the kidlet, but well, not always successfully. I explained to him that some words are only okay to be used by adults because children haven't yet learned when they are appropriate or not. And he totally respects that boundary. Cause sometimes the kidlet's not so typical responses are awesome instead of challenging. :)
Well, yes, but this way it's a story I can tell safely in any company and it will be amusing and not shocking or offensive.
Unlike the moment at OwlCon when I was talking to Wolthulhu about something and dropped the f-bomb, forgetting there was a 12ish year old kid in the room to play the game I was about to run.
The moment the word left my mouth I realized what I'd done and tried to cover with a lame "...er...messed up..." But yeah...total, absolute mortification. I apologized to the father and son pretty abjectly, and have tried to rein in my mouth. Didn't realize I'd gotten that bad.
*sigh*
Reminds me of the time last fall when I was live on the air with a local radio DJ who I'm friends with. He had asked me to show up sometime and get on the air with him because he wanted my humor to translate from the electronic medium to the airwaves. I was having too much fun to the point it was turning into a casual conversation.
Until I dropped the s-bomb. Live. No seven second delay.
Yeah.
Nothing, and I mean NOTHING can excise my love of blueberry waffles from my psyche. Bring it on, Cthulhu-lover!Don't tempt me to pull a Cthulhu ace from my sleeve. For instance, I no longer include blueberries with my waffles for breakfast.No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
My father was an EMT who made it his personal mission in life to discuss things that would gross us kids out enough that we'd have to stop eating. My mother is a geriatric nurse who would describe work at the table.
Very little gets to me anymore.
Go to Google's home page. Type 'blue waffle'. Click I'm Feeling Lucky. Save that as a wallpaper for your desktop/laptop.
If you're feeling particularly randy, lick the screen with your wife within eyeshot.
Nothing, and I mean NOTHING can excise my love of blueberry waffles from my psyche. Bring it on, Cthulhu-lover!Don't tempt me to pull a Cthulhu ace from my sleeve. For instance, I no longer include blueberries with my waffles for breakfast.No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
My father was an EMT who made it his personal mission in life to discuss things that would gross us kids out enough that we'd have to stop eating. My mother is a geriatric nurse who would describe work at the table.
Very little gets to me anymore.
Go to Google's home page. Type 'blue waffle'. Click I'm Feeling Lucky. Save that as a wallpaper for your desktop/laptop.
If you're feeling particularly randy, lick the screen with your wife within eyeshot.
What, that old thing? I saw that YEARS ago, and yeah, I had it as a background on my computer for a while until I went back into a more cheesecake-y direction. Power Girl is my current background. Scroll until you get to her. Next up are Poison Ivy and Zatanna, in that order.
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Nothing, and I mean NOTHING can excise my love of blueberry waffles from my psyche. Bring it on, Cthulhu-lover!Don't tempt me to pull a Cthulhu ace from my sleeve. For instance, I no longer include blueberries with my waffles for breakfast.No I clicked the link, but after growing up around morticians, and taken a few medical lab courses nothing grosses me out anymore.
Can and have eaten dinner during such discussions, and enjoyed both the meal and the topic.
My father was an EMT who made it his personal mission in life to discuss things that would gross us kids out enough that we'd have to stop eating. My mother is a geriatric nurse who would describe work at the table.
Very little gets to me anymore.
Go to Google's home page. Type 'blue waffle'. Click I'm Feeling Lucky. Save that as a wallpaper for your desktop/laptop.
If you're feeling particularly randy, lick the screen with your wife within eyeshot.
I did set that as the wallpaer to my roommates laptop back in college. He didn't come home with a girl the rest of the year..... I wonder why?
Studpuffin, you have the patience of a saint. I respect that about you. Just thought I'd tell you that.
Studpuffin, you have the patience of a saint. I respect that about you. Just thought I'd tell you that.
Unless it involves anyone dating his mother. :P
What, that old thing? I saw that YEARS ago, and yeah, I had it as a background on my computer for a while until I went back into a more cheesecake-y direction. Power Girl is my current background. Scroll until you get to her. Next up are Poison Ivy and Zatanna, in that order.
I have your new desktop image right here.
It's SFW.
That pain I read in your text... is that a kindred spirit I detect?Studpuffin, you have the patience of a saint. I respect that about you. Just thought I'd tell you that.Unless it involves anyone dating his mother. :P
The only thing I will confess to is remembering a conversational thread where I recalled you had to get physical and perform an ejection from the premises.
Studpuffin, you have the patience of a saint. I respect that about you. Just thought I'd tell you that.Thank you! I really do try. Sometimes I fail. :\
Hey, nobody's perfect. I was just admiring your ability to discuss things calmly with people who are behaving badly and figured I should tell you so.
Edit: Although I'm not sure how comfortable I am with that being totp...