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Doohickie
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That's exactly what I would expect a bot to say.
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meep
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Same to you my 'friend'.
JNA
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Take my word for it I have meet a few in person and as Hawkeye Pierce would say finesh kind.
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Iām feeling personally attacked by the content of this post. Get off my lawn!Youāre old as dirt if you know all these vintage items!
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Guess that makes me old as dirt
Yep. We donāt advertise it though.
Weāve never met and itās unlikely we ever will. (Many cousins on my motherās side have scattered to various winds, just because thatās how life is and not for any falling out or anything.)
Iāve never heard of Wheatus so I donāt know.I hope so! I want that to be true. If I am not mistaken, you are related to somebody that sang with Wheatus, or something like that, correct? Am I remembering that right from what feels like a billion years ago? Remind me!!
Yep, with my wife and me both having divorced and remarried parents, I have a huge extended family.
SlaveToTheGrind
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Pants need more than 5 belt loops.
One of the ābodiesā was labeled āZoning Manager.ā
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Kentucky man whose Halloween display allegedly depicted bodies of local officials is accused of terroristic threats
Stephan Marcum, of Stanton, was booked on suspicion of intimidating a witness in a legal process and making terroristic threats.
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Wannaplan?
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Itās anecdotal, at best.
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I took a tumble on my bike yesterday - I am okay but damn that pisses me off to fall like that - the bike is okay too - wearing wide legged pants because the cuts look pretty horrendous and they ache
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Glad to hear you are generally okay. Get back on the bike ASAP.
Way back when my mom got doored on her ride home and broke her shoulder. She had a pretty long recovery and never did get back on her bike. It makes me sad she lost a lot of independence as a result. (She never had a driver's license which, honestly, was a good thing.)
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7 is ideal, 6 is acceptable. I have a pair of outdoor/work khakis that has 8. I always miss one of the loops in the back center.
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JNA
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Sounds like equal to the last Seinfeld episode about a button.
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OK, and THIS is why I won't buy pants at Costco anymore (if you had any high hopes for my fashion sense, stop listening and imagine I have style...) I swear they make a deal with clothing companies to skip some of the belt loops to save a few bucks and sell them cheaper. There is nothing more annoying to me. Nothing. Literally.
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He was a man of his times, no more and no less. The kind of guy one might see in a magazine if you had caught him on a Wednesday afternoon at a Denver starbucks. He'd worn brown shoes for two decades before the promotion, and the greatest seredipity was that Dockers made the same style in black. He'd had a hand-me-down suit from his Pa that worked just fine. He wore it thin and a grown son bought him clothes at Costco after that.
The Taoists have a word for the fitting-ness of a thing, the seamlessness with which it performs its intended function, and in the man's own language his name might have been an appropriate translation. He'd been in the newspaper - helping the youth or pumping an elderly hand - but he didn't consider himself somebody special. Widely-known in his small town but never famous, he expected life to continue with the same benevolent anonymity uninterrupted - a personal arc parallel to that of his tan Lincoln Towncar.
This expectation, when the tides of public opinion changed and his peaceful, unknown life was exposed to the world, caught him flat-footed. The charge of public indecency could be navigated, surely, as this came as a later and more conventional development. It was the pictures of his backside pasted up on telephone poles and mailboxes, buses and billboards that shattered his world. Each photo - clearly labelled "SICK!" - was like an icon of shame. He was ostracized, downcast, alone. Even his son, the one who bought the pants, wouldn't visit anymore. He too had a noble, brown-shoe job to protect.
He became a shut-in, watching the world that used to amiably integrate him go by through curtained windows, him-less and none the worse. He stopped wearing the pants, those guilty things. That two-fold instrument of his destruction lay on his ironing board, where he'd cast them. He lay in the dark next to them, admiring the fine weave and tight stitching for the glorious, misunderstood product of industrialization they truly were. When he drifted off to fitful sleep, one image hovered before his eyes: his own bekirklanded posterior, khakied and fitted nicely -- but there (and what a horror to behold!) right where the shirt met the trousers, a despicable and desecratory symbol of man's degeneracy: The pants sagged between the single belt loop at the spine and those at his sides, venting to anyone who looked the foggy colour of old briefs through two inverted arches, infernal stained glass windows depicting a fell cornucopia of spoiled fruits of the loom.
The Taoists have a word for the fitting-ness of a thing, the seamlessness with which it performs its intended function, and in the man's own language his name might have been an appropriate translation. He'd been in the newspaper - helping the youth or pumping an elderly hand - but he didn't consider himself somebody special. Widely-known in his small town but never famous, he expected life to continue with the same benevolent anonymity uninterrupted - a personal arc parallel to that of his tan Lincoln Towncar.
This expectation, when the tides of public opinion changed and his peaceful, unknown life was exposed to the world, caught him flat-footed. The charge of public indecency could be navigated, surely, as this came as a later and more conventional development. It was the pictures of his backside pasted up on telephone poles and mailboxes, buses and billboards that shattered his world. Each photo - clearly labelled "SICK!" - was like an icon of shame. He was ostracized, downcast, alone. Even his son, the one who bought the pants, wouldn't visit anymore. He too had a noble, brown-shoe job to protect.
He became a shut-in, watching the world that used to amiably integrate him go by through curtained windows, him-less and none the worse. He stopped wearing the pants, those guilty things. That two-fold instrument of his destruction lay on his ironing board, where he'd cast them. He lay in the dark next to them, admiring the fine weave and tight stitching for the glorious, misunderstood product of industrialization they truly were. When he drifted off to fitful sleep, one image hovered before his eyes: his own bekirklanded posterior, khakied and fitted nicely -- but there (and what a horror to behold!) right where the shirt met the trousers, a despicable and desecratory symbol of man's degeneracy: The pants sagged between the single belt loop at the spine and those at his sides, venting to anyone who looked the foggy colour of old briefs through two inverted arches, infernal stained glass windows depicting a fell cornucopia of spoiled fruits of the loom.
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Let me understand, with respect to belt loops, you're saying.......no. I will not. I'm trying so, so hard not to be a lame-o and make a 6-7 joke, but it's just RIGHT HERE waiting! I hate it so much. 6-7. Hate it. But I sooooooo want to say it right now. I mean, I am saying it, but you can't hear me unless I type it, but now you know I'm already thinking it so the little bastards have already won! Hate them!!
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Gen Z be all like...
oh please
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Though I don't have any noteworthy or famous relatives (that I'm aware of) I'm not particularly close with my cousins or my cousins' children (my cousins are all much older than me so their children are generally closer to my age)...
One day a few years ago I was approaching the register at REI and the clerk called me up by name. I didn't think much of it other than, "Huh... they sure are friendly and personable here!" It didn't dawn on me that the girl at the register shouldn't really know my name since I hadn't been in there in a couple years and I didn't talk to anybody when I came in.
Midway through the transaction she finally asked, "Do you know who I am?" and I probably replied with something along the lines of, "I have no idea at all." and it was my cousin's daughter... the daughter of my cousin who is also my godmother. The daughter is also my sister's goddaughter and is friends with a bunch of my nieces and nephews. Maybe I should have recognized her but I probably hadn't seen her twice in the past two or three years and exchanged 0 words with her on those occasions. I was sort of impressed that she recognized me but when I was relaying the story to my wife, my wife was aghast that I didn't recognize this girl at all.
There is a woman who lives down the street from us who has a son that is the same age/grade as our oldest daughter. Our daughter cannot stand this kid and says he's been nice to her over the years but, in general, has been sort of a jerk to everybody else since around 3rd grade (though he seems to have mellowed out now that he's in 10th grade). A couple years ago I was looking in the student directory for something and noticed that his mom appeared to have changed her last name to her maiden name... which is the same unique spelling of a common word as my mom's maiden name. I did some digging and, yep, The mom is my mom's cousin's daughter (so my second cousin?) who I had hung out with a bunch decades ago and we even saw Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure together at a dollar theatre in Sarasota, Florida. I've talked to this mom a few times at school events or passing her on walks and I never put two and two together. I've never brought it up with her that I know her (we rarely cross paths anyway) but anytime our daughter complains about this kid I do point out to her that they're cousins. She's not amused.
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Before my great grandmother moved to Reno, she and my great grandfather owned the general store in Minden. From my former Google StreetView touring the place, I wouldn't imagine it would be large enough to host a statewide conference. Good for them!
It was held at the Carson Valley Inn, which actually is a beautiful venue. Wife came with me and had a great time as well at the sessions, even though she didn't understand half of what we were talking about.
Minden/Gardnerville are both really cool little towns.
Where was the general store? We got a tour of the Minden Mill, which is now a whisky distillery. We did not partake in its products, though.
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My wife thinks I have PTSD from my last community. She noticed that I was looking up election information for next week for the old place, when she said why, I explained all my concerns of this person or that person gets elected or reelected, and she asked me "why does it matter... we are 13 hours from there." Maybe it is because I still have friends in the community, I don't know. But I have a crazy amount of anxiety because of it.
The first place the chapter called was in Sparks, at the big hotel where my wife works. Chapter tried a few times. The hotel never returned their calls!! You'd think they would be interested in a big group with 600+ room nights, and a lot of catering. Not sure why they would just throw that chance away. :'-(
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I'm glad it wasn't worse.
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Let it go my friend. I actively and successfully avoid looking up the goings on at my last employer and try not to think about them at all...and they are only one suburb over from my current employer.
You're now about as far as you can be from your past employer while still be east of the Mississippi.
Your wife is right. Every time you go digging into that part of your life, you bring the feelings you had at that time into the present. Your body has the same reactions it did during that time. Let it go for your own sake.
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I think itās normal to do this, it was a part of your life, and still exists in your memory, so it is natural to wonder whatās going on now and maybe visualize how it might be if you were still there. Itās healthy and helpful to talk about - with your wife at home and with your extended virtual planning compatriot circle here on Cyburbia. The advice of letting go only makes sense if you are ready to do that, assuming we all know what āletting goā means. Itās not like you can open the Memory Spigot and let certain parts of your past life drain away by the force of gravity alone. Perhaps you do have PTSD, totally understandable given certain prior work conditions, and thatās all right. Acknowledging it and talking about it will only to serve you in positive ways. No shame in that. You are lucky to have your wife around to listen and talk to. Hopefully she is open to further conversation with you about that part your past life, you neednāt keep that bottled up and hopefully she can extend more loving and listening gestures to you.
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My father was the black sheep of his family. He had 5 sisters that married 5 brothers and they all had a bunch of kids. One sister and one brother passed away and the widows married each other. My father was the youngest and I was his youngest child. I was closest in age to the children of my cousins (making us 1st cousins once removed). When I was 18 I was at a friendās house and there was a guy there in his early 20s. He was looking at a magazine and I saw the name on the magazine postage label. I asked if it was his, he said yeah. I said who are your grandparents and he says X&Y. I start laughing and he says whatās so funny? I tell him weāre cousins and his dad is my cousin. He was like damn my dad is like old and you are not š