Here we are.
Heading down to 10 below.
First time this winter my cat actually followed me around just to sit with me. Needs body heat. Don't we all ?
Two Items -
down comforter
and thermal socks -
are key in this
volatile climate.
Brrrrr.......................
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This is about observation - artistic, political, and personal. Some days I laugh. Some days I wonder. And some days I'm ready to paint the ceiling with a pistol. Enjoy the ride. Somebody has to.
whateverhappenedtoallthegoodtimesweusedtohave
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while i do feel sorry for everyone suffering through the cold (snicker) i am taking joy in the fact that finally - FINALLY! - you guys out east are colder than us on the west coast. i moved here for the "warm winters". pah. it's been absolutely miserable. so. six broken ribs?? do tell...
oh - and you'll have to elaborate on "prophet soul". i didn't read the rest of the possible outcomes...but i'm intrigued...
Oh - I can't remember what the qualifications were for "prophet".
I don't believe in them - much less myself.
6 broken ribs = 2 tequila-related, 2 sex-related, 2 softball-related injuries. The usual circumstances.
The common theme? I was trying to impress women. Getting stupid and colliding with walls and infielders and high expectations !!!
:>)
Lol -
Sorry - I am a little tipsy right now - Will reply again soon after sleep and aspirin therapy session.
Take care,
Dave
Kim - I just have to ask : What did that deleted post of yours say, anyway ?
Hmmm.....questions, questions, questions....
Some further explanation on the broken ribs. These were not six seperate incidents, but only three. Yep - I managed to crack 'em two at a time. The first time involved some shots of tequila at a friends bachelor party. After the party, we were bar-hopping, and I though it would be a good idea to leap up on random things. Like bus stop benches. And bike racks. And a 4-foot high concrete geranium planter that was wide at the top but narrow at the base, making for a VERY unstable object for leaping upon. Well, it tipped, I slipped, and on the way down, I caught the edge of the concrete rim with my ribcage. Nice work, eh?
The sex-related one doesn't have any juicy details. In fact, sex was not the direct cause. To wit: My fiancee and I had rented a hotel room for our "anniversary" (the anniversary of our first date - Awwww.....) and we arrived in seperate cars because of work and travel situations. In my eagerness to gather my stuff from the backseat and get the heck up to the hotel room and all that great sex awaiting me with my beautiful fiancee, I made a hasty decision. I decided to reach over the front seat to grab one last cassette tape and save myself the time it would take to exit the back seat, close the back door, then open the front door and retrieve the cassette. Right ? I mean TIME'S-A-WASTIN" !!! I gotta get going ! So, as I went to reach over the front seat and grab the tape, my footing slipped, and I fell awkwardly - banging my ribs on the top of the front seat. (crack, crack).
The softball one is boring - I had singled, and when the next batter grounded to short I though I could beat the throw to second and badly misjudged my ability to avoid the tag. Me and the second baseman collided pretty good. Two cracked ribs and a fractured collarbone. And a week off from work. And two bottles of Tylenol 3 with codeine.
And there you have it.
A short history of my delicate bones - and my (occasionally) indelicate behavior.
Not at all. I think that's terrific that you make such an effort. I try to do the same, myself.
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