O/t!!!
Today was a busy day for me, started work at 3am, brought my train home 300 miles on a 9 hr day, drove home, winterized my sprinkler system, purged all the water out of it, then drove to Home Depot to buy insulation to stuff in the hole. Then hung up some new drapes for the wifey. Yepp........it's 5 O'clock somewhere. MY HOUSE!
We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think anyone can top this one
Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying
On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head. The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty.
Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.
Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.
'Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it.'
'You know where the button is,' I protested through the shower pitter- patter and steam. 'Reset it yourself!'
'But I'm scared!' she persisted. 'What if it starts going and sucks me in?'
There was a meaningful pause and then, 'C'mon, it'll only take you a second.'
So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly.
Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing.
It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region.
Wild animals are sometimes faced with a 'fight or flight' syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the 'flight' option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent.
The impact knocked me out cold.
When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me.
Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of 'been- there, done-that' paramedics.
Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding.
Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was.
'What's the matter?' They all asked, 'Cat got your tongue?'
If they only knew! <O

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Why is it that only the women laugh at this?

Your daughter honors you very well. That really says something about the impression that you leave on your kids when they want to name thier own children after thier parents.
With so many people it ends up the other way around.

I have a grandson named Hunter Scott as well. My middle name is Scott so I felt very honored by the parents because I am only the stepdad of his mother.
SOoooo.. no worries Sheldon I am already doing things here and there that I know will drive him nuts. I haven't given him any details about the house sale, and I have all but stopped talking to people on a personal level. I am strictly business. Guaranteed its driving him bonkers.
House inspection really did come on quick. It's shocking how quickly this is all moving along lately. I'm excited for the inspection but it makes me nervous too, nothing is set in stone until they sign off on the inspection.
Good lord I would pay good money to see this. Seriously. Part of his problem is that he is a very rich man. No one ever tells him what is up, or how awful and egocentric he can be.

As for punching him, ive punched (and have been punched) by richer guys!
Im one of those guys that isnt afraid to tell someone how it is, especialy those "im better then everyone" kinda guys.
Some people need their head's given a shake from time to time, and for some dumb reason, I like to be the guy to do it.

I guess its a good thing we are so far apart, if we were closer we could/would raise some hell..

We had a guy do that at R&M once. Went around and said "F You" and "F You" and "I never liked you" and on and on until he finally walked out the door. I'm proud to say that he drank beer with me a week later at a local icehouse.

That shows alot about how you are as a person and a boss.
I thought so, just didnt want to say it and be wrong lol
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Mark - to each their own on the proper age to start having children. I am 26-years-old and I am not interested in having children for probably another five years. I want to be financially stable and in the right frame of mind before i start bringing youngins into this world. My parents were young when they started and struggled. I'll be in my 50's when my kids are in college and I am fine with that. When I'm 50 I might actually be able to afford tuition.
Mark - to each their own on the proper age to start having children. I am 26-years-old and I am not interested in having children for probably another five years. I want to be financially stable and in the right frame of mind before i start bringing youngins into this world. My parents were young when they started and struggled. I'll be in my 50's when my kids are in college and I am fine with that. When I'm 50 I might actually be able to afford tuition.
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I don't think there's one way that's right or wrong though. It's all a matter of personal preference.
I keep getting questioned on very routine things, and the rest of the time I get silent treatment and get the general vibe that I am "in trouble".
irritating, irritating.
I'd suggest letting him know you're not going to slack off on anything, then just ignore the rest of it like nothing's happening.
Each dog is different. Try putting some heavy gauze and vet wrap around the paw to form a boot so you can let it wander around. Some dogs will understand their hurt and leave the boot alone. Others will chew it off.

I don't think there's one way that's right or wrong though. It's all a matter of personal preference.
Don't put it off so long that you will be too old to enjoy the next generation.
Last time I was out with the kids on vacation I was riding my mountain bike up in the hills with Devin, the oldest. There was no way that I could keep up with him but we both enjoyed the ride.











lol.