josie

ALL CHAPS ARE ASSLESS

:w00t: The cups floweth over. My job is to get d4rk to have fun this weekend at a big paintball game in PA. Camping, welts, being ridiculous- a new chapter begins. And with the new job, he won't come home smelling like hot ass/pasta sauce!

Colorado. Holy ###### Colorado. Denver, specifically. As a friend who'd lived there for 10 years said, "Commuting is a race. Signs, limits, lanes, none of it matters. What matters is getting there first. Being allowed to merge? Forget it. Stick your nose in and hope for the best.". Every car except brand new ones is scratched up. I've never driven in such a hellish environment. Connecticut sucks, but metro Denver nearly made me give up my license. A close second is anywhere in Florida. The heat scrambles brains.

I figured that, but reread the first post and thought "well, maybe they ARE talking about pushing him up" so I figured I'd mention it. Thought it was absurd, but haven't been lurking as much as usual so thought I might've missed a discussion somewhere. I'm also currently in the process of packing up my office at work (we're moving to a new office downtown) and probably read it wrong. Sorry! I HIGHLY DOUBT (new catchphrase, yo) Detroit is willing to give away Mantha. Every Detroit related rag I've read the last couple months must cover Mantha ray love every other sentence.

Red Wings fan here. I don't really want Myers in Detroit, but I understand that the DTW system/blue line would be good for him and possibly mold him into a quality defenseman. No chance of him going to forward with the wings- they're swimming in them. Mantha has had Detroit drooling on him for quite awhile. I've heard rumours about these guys going to Buffalo for Myers: Nyquist Franzen Tatar Jurco Sheahan Nyquist I highly doubt- he seems to be in grooming to be another Zetterberg, plus he's Swedish, so hands off. Franzen has been better than in recent years, I'm not sure Buffalo getting Franzen helps anyone. Tatar, Jurco, Sheahan, all young. Sheahan can be a drunken Teletubby here as well as in Detroit.

I just got the sweetest email from one of my professors from undergrad. He was passing on some syllabus advice to me and offering his help if needed. I had a meeting last week with everyone and it was the strangest feeling- everyone acts so differently when not in "teacher mode". I was walking down the hall with all these people who were big heroes to me, realizing that I'm working alongside them now. The head of the department does gorgeous sports illustration, and we were just hanging out talking about his hockey playing days and the Sabres and man... it's such an odd, awesome feeling. oh, and Happy Draft Day! May the odds be ever in your favor :)

Oh well- Movin' on!

Portugal scored.... 2-1. This is good.

Yes, I was skeptical at first, but then what happened next was GENIUS! It will TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY! Doctors HATE this one WEIRD little life hack... But seriously, the Onion gave us this: http://www.clickhole.com/

There is. The one doc offered a couple tests- I didn't take her up on it. There's a big part of me that just doesn't want to know. I've got a decade to work up in my mind that adoption is ok if it comes to that, or else to save up the moneys and see if surrogate is a possibility. I have a lot of trouble with bc, hormones. The words "post surgical hormone therapy"are enough to make me think what I put up with now is the lesser of two evils. I'd rather some horrible pain/misery than extreme suicidal depression and never ending morning sickness.

I've actually had that talk with a couple different doctors now. One really recommended it, since no other meds/forms of bc have helped much. I'm 24 years old. I want kids some day. I may be sterile anyways, thanks to the endo crap. I don't have a happy family history of easygoing fertility- my mum was absolutely cursed. But getting the hysterectomy is a worst case scenario. Some months are better than others. This one is not.

Never fun. I imagine it's far worse for men, though. You got a longer way to pass that sucker. Hope it works out for you with minimal pain, man :( Endometriosis- what a joy it is. What else makes you barf at work from pain, won't let you sleep because pain, screws up your guts/bladder, makes you dizzy, causes cysts (which I've been told by my doctors are close to if not a more concentrated pain than childbirth- and there's no way to predict when one will go), throws hot flashes your way and makes you generally want to die for a week every month? But nope, couldn't ever stay home with this because that would be a lot of days a year. Sorry, other lady in the bathroom who heard me hurl-crying yesterday. But I guess trying to work while drugged out on painkillers is at least amusing.

A part of a scribble I will one day finish of d4rk's intense hatred of Number 21 and the voodrew that occurs in our apartment...

Before I read upthread, I was just thinking it was an elaborate dead baby joke. But uh... Paella is good. Best I've had was in Spain on the coast. I usually can't really get past the smell, personally- not the biggest seafood fan- but that stuff was good. I have no idea what was in it. Peeled fresh Valencia oranges and honey for dessert. It remains one of the best culinary experiences of my life.

I don't remember having a kindergarten one, but we had girl scouts related ones every year. There were always cupcakes. I wanted to skip the 8th grade one but I was valedictorian at the time and had to do some ceremonial ######. Does that crap even matter in 8th grade? The 8th grade salutatorian now owns his own damn company and has luxury cars and a huge house... Sure did better than me.

I just know this is going to show up later during one of those games where we sit around in a garage with post it notes on our foreheads, trying to guess whatever it is that's scrawled up there. I'll stick to the racist crows from Dumbo, fair warning.

That was us all day yesterday. We didn't get it back all day- I stuck stuff on a flashdrive that needed to be posted and did it at home. Productivity was at an all time low. Today it's also pretty low, because we're all rolling around in the magic of checking email like felines in a catnip patch. Sorry to hear about all the family troubles. I also lost all of my grandparents- the last one passed when I was 20. Both grandfathers passed when I was under 10, and both grandmothers were very mentally ill. My maternal grandmother was a violent paranoid schizophrenic. Her passing was very difficult. She'd been a huge millstone on our lives, tearing people apart, hoarding, and abusing anyone who attempted to help her. They finally got medication into her (first time in twenty years or so) and suddenly there was this smart, interesting woman lying there, with years of regret. My other grandma passed with Alzheimer's, which was also very tough for everyone there. Family matters/uncles/distance didn't help. I'm glad those days are past and they're resting peacefully. I wish closure to all those who need it. It's a sacred thing.

Thanks! And that's what it's about. I read somewhere it takes 2 weeks to form a habit and something like 14 to break it. Well, working out is kind of both- the first 2 weeks are great.... then there's those remaining 12 to break the habit of NOT working out and making it routine. 19 is a good number- that's the better part of a month! Woo! We're MACHINES here. (please read that in brock samson's voice)

I'm in shock. The horse rescue I volunteer at every weekend hosted an event for the ASPCA's National Help a Horse Day. Organizations in 32 states participated, with hopes they would be one of the five that gets chosen to receive a $10,000 grant to continue their work. We are one of the five. It's a dream. We are a very small farm. We do the best we can with all volunteers, and local generosity. It's become a huge part of my life. I just cannot believe it. This is huge. I am so proud to be a part of this place. I'm sitting here at work with tears flowing down my face. http://www.aspca.org/get-involved/horses/help-a-horse-day-2014

Now here's my scandal. and I'm 5'5". :(

I've been running every other morning, biking with d4rk on the weekends, and doing lots of squats/situps/round the house stuff (you can laugh, but dancing games for the Kinect are a helluva workout when you want to stay in air conditioning) and have really worked on eating better. I miss my chocolate, though. In the last 2 1/2 weeks or however long it's been since this thread motivated me, I've lost 1.5 inches in the waist (36-26-36... let's see if I can get down to the "perfect" 24), 4 pounds, and things are slowly toning up. I'm hoping the biking and running improves my stamina so I can skate a little better when my summer hockey session starts up mid July. So thanks, guys and girls, for starting this thread and reminding me to get my ass in shape. :thumbsup:

They're awesome live. I was two people from the stage- it's a good time. They're in Rochester on my birthday this year. I can't make it because my best friend is getting married the day before in Ohio. She said she planned it the day before my birthday on purpose. Not quite sure I get her logic... sweet, I guess, but I'm missing Dan and Patrick since I'll be spending the whole damn day driving back to New York. Woo.

Broken all my toes in martial arts, busted some fingers, broke a wrist figure skating... Nothing major. The injury that screwed me up the longest was the slapshot I took point blank above the ankle a couple months ago. Sucker missed all the padding and my skate boot, and I have a permanent bump/sore spot. The scariest was martial arts- I was on a demonstration team and it was run by a guy who fancied himself some drill instructor. We were learning hip tosses (you see them in movies all the time- you throw the person over your shoulder in front of you, they flip, land on their back). There were gymnastic mats laid down on concrete. Well, rather than easing us into it, the idiot instructor insisted we all complete a certain amount in a certain time. I've never flipped much in my life. Did a few, no problem, back and forth with my partner, and then one just went awry when my partner lost her balance and I landed on my neck. I came to a bit later, felt like everything was static-y, and I couldn't move. I thought for sure I was paralyzed. Shook it off, and my instructor threatened my spot on the team if I didn't do a few more right there. Called me a ######, a weak little bitch... I was about 17 years old. I quit that day. I named the instructor Lucifer- he loved to have us sit in the splits, lift ourselves up a couple inches, and stay there for some set amount of time. If anyone fell or complained, he'd add 10 seconds. Passed out like that more than I care to say. Stupid stuff, and unsafe.

Working on locking up my social media profiles. If I'm gonna teach, I don't want my students googling me and having a laugh at my selfies from age 14. Nothing is more humbling than going through your old photos/social account trail. I swear I wasn't vain, just self centered. I'm so embarrassed. :sick:

Congrats to Shrader! I just discovered that one of the games I've worked on for nick.com won some award for Best Game Based on a Series. At the Cynopsis Imagination Awards- not too sure what those are, but... Wellp, we had no idea! Two of our games were involved in helping Nickelodeon's Nick App win an Emmy, too. We're moving in a couple weeks to a bigger office, and our company has grown from the 13 when I joined 3 years ago to 30+. There's pros and cons, of course, but for any small company to grow right now is an achievement. Back to work.