I'm sure they'd run like hell if I answered the door in my undies:rolleyes:...
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I'm sure they'd run like hell if I answered the door in my undies:rolleyes:...
when my son was 16 years old and 6'6" tall he had waist length wavy dirty blonde color hair and heavy black eyebrows. Since I am an escaped Mormon, I can recognize the missionaries at 50 paces and refuse to answer the door. I looked out one afternoon, uttered a profanity and told the kids that I was not home and I was not answering the door. My son replied very cooly, "that's cool mom, I'll deal with it."
When the door bell rang, he cracked the door just enough to let his hairy head, one eyebrow and part of his hairy chest show and said "yes?" in a very deep voice. When they had finished their explanation he held up one rather dirty finger (we had been out front planting things) and said "wait!" Then he leaned back away from the door and shouted "never mind the goat guys, I found a couple of virgins!" and then slammed the door shut lauging maniacally.
Strangely enough the missionaries and watch tower people never bothered us again so I guess those groups must share infromation.
I love my sons' quickness of wit and sense of humor.
too funny!
Marni, DS#2 also did this when he saw James Eldridge (do you remember him, the young guy who ran for the State legislature, from Acton) coming up our walk, campaigning. Scott thought he was a missionary, as he was wearing a white shirt and black pants. He opened the door and was really embarrassed; several of Josh's friends worked for Eldridge's campaign and there were a lot of connections. I welcomed him in and had to apologize to him by saying that my son thought he was a missionary, out to convert him.
Dear Weather Gods,
I'm begging you, please give us a break from this endless rain. Everyone is starting to be sad and grumpy all the time.
Thank you,
Your soon-to-be-growing-moss subject
Me neither. Darn. :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Biciclista
Dear "Friend",
That thing that happened this evening, where I shut down conversation and walked out of your house? That's what happens when you decide to turn something that should be a simple discussion into a debate.
Just a reminder: I was doing you a favor! You asked if I would look over your friend's business model and funding presentation and give some feedback. That's what I was doing. Just because you didn't like that I found big gaping holes in it doesn't mean you should get an attitude with me about it.
I'm sorry I don't think your friend's idea is as brilliant as you think it is. I'm also sorry that he and his partners haven't thought through all of the problems that their current product path presents. Just because I found problems with it doesn't mean it's a bad idea, it just means it's an idea that needs a lot more thought behind it.
Trying to put it on me to articulate solutions, rather than just ask the questions to expose the problems, isn't fair. This is what I do for a living. It's how I keep the bills paid. I'd be happy to help your friend's company out with defining solutions, but there's a price that comes along with that--that price involves a fee and/or equity. My professional advice doesn't come cheap, and I don't give it away for free to people who intend to profit from it. Exposing the problems and asking the questions is actually way more than I usually do for businesses who haven't signed a contract with me. So, consider both yourself and them eff'ing lucky.
Maybe I should invoice you for my time. A little sticker shock might do you some good.
/Me
Dear Rain--
GO AWAY. I want to get some riding in, but can't between you showing up or threatening to show up.
Dear "adjustable" stem--
Stop sticking, or I'll take you in to the bike shop, and let them do what they want with you...:mad:
Dear BF--
In the name of all that is cute and fuzzy, how on earth did you manage to get yourself into the same situation you were in in 2009/10 again? (Well, I can guess, but...) In all seriousness, quit while you're not too far behind. Transfer to ASU before undergraduate studies kicks you out. Really, you should have done this last year. It would have been cheaper, and you'd have been done next year, as opposed to two years from now. I'm flattered that I was one of the main reasons you came back to Ohio, but you're staking your future on this relationship. I am not a valid reason for you to screw up your education and take on an ungodly amount of student loan debt.
Go to ASU, pay two years' worth of in-state tuition, and graduate. I don't really care when that will be, just do it. If you need to (because I have a feeling you need to get your head screwed back on straight), take a few years off and go work in a bike shop or something.
Love, me.
Dear Owlie
you CAN ride in the rain
yours truly
Seattle bike commuter.
^^^ What she sed...Portland, OR rider. ^^^ :D:D
To the Portland and Seattle mossbacks above... riding in the rain is un-fun, those of us who live where it doesn't rain 350+ days a year usually wait until it stops to ride. :p
Riding in a warm rain is actually very pleasant. What isn't, is spending two hours cleaning the grit out of every part of a bike. So I don't do it unless it's an organized century. TOSRV's coming!
LOL, so true!Quote:
Originally Posted by Pax
Of course, if we had to ride to work every day with no choice, that's different.
The (almost) scariest ride i ever took was 10 miles from home in the rain and my brakes were barely working- a horrible feeling! :(
Mossbacks...
http://sarahrcallender.files.wordpre...pg?w=300&h=208
That, and the fact that no matter what I do, my clear glasses (and all the other lenses) fog up.
I had to ride many miles in the rain, 50 degrees, in the Czech Republic. It sucked. And I didn't even have to clean the bike; Trek Travel did.
I have had a couple of warm rides where it sprinkled/lightly rained, which was OK, but I dread how the rain will affect my braking.
I avoid it.
I love riding in the rain. I just discovered that I get excellent results wiping my glasses with the tip of my full finger gloves. I used to carry a paper towel in my back pocket, before discovering this works so well. These are what I wear when it rains. http://wheelworld.com/product/specia...es-61109-1.htm I also find a cycling caps really helps. I have a pretty nice collection of team ones. The other thing that keeps me happy is disc brakes.
It is hard on your bike. Without the right gear, it can be uncomfortable and more dangerous. Without the right frame of mind, it can be miserable. But, if you can think about when you were a kid, and how every puddle was an opportunity for fun, then you'll love it. It is fun!
Gentle, light rain is fun (or it would be once I get some wet/dry tires--my current ones don't handle wet pavement well at all), cleaning the bike later aside. What we've been getting is torrential downpours. Cold torrential downpours. Less fun.
well, ok, i'll give you a pass for cold torrential downpours. that's icky.
Me too. My tips were for riding in light rain. I don't do torrential rain (yet ;)).
I have done warm torrential rain. I don't recommend it. I can't even imagine what cold torrential rain feels like.
Last time I rode TOSRV had torrential rain (as in those without clear lenses couldn't see ten feet in front of them), lightning all around, and tornado sirens. Here's hoping for better this weekend. Still, I'd rather have that than the 35 mph headwinds they had last year. :eek:
Dear Co-workers,
When you sign up to bring things to the student appreciation potluck, BRING THEM!! Now we have lots of desserts and not enough main courses and NO paper plates. You guys suck!
Annoyed co-worker
^^^Whut she sed. -A mossbacked Portland, OR potluck food eater.^^^
:D:D
Dear Neighbor: Why do all of your guests attempt to park in my driveway? You have your own driveway and space on the street in front of your house. It's clear it's my driveway and not yours. It's bad enough that they're daft enough to park there, but to the extent they have the audacity to argue with me when I ask them to move is simply beyond me. I realize my driveway is actually closer to your door than your own driveway, but that doesn't entitle you to use it.
Dear self--
I know it's sunny and nice outside for a change, but you don't have to ride if you don't feel like it. I think a splitting headache is a good reason not to ride. If you want to go out and enjoy the sunshine, go sit on the patio and knit or go for a short walk or something. You don't really want to go out for a ride only to have to pull off and puke in someone's yard, do you?
:(
Dear weather--
You are on notice. You can stop all this crazy rain stuff next weekend, okay?
Dear mental health hiring gods,
Please hire me. I spent 60K on my education. I promise to be good.
Dear World:
Why???
Dear mental health hiring gods (and goddesses),Quote:
Originally Posted by Crankin
Please hire Crankin. She rocks! :D
Son of a b__ch. *sigh* Oh well, it could be worse. I could be out of a job altogether...
I'll just keep on dreaming of a better place while this one continues to eat my soul.
:(
Dear whatever's going on with X and Kit, give them a break, will ya?
The hiring freeze stuck? Sorry X, that truly sucks.Quote:
Originally Posted by Xrayted
Dear Co-Workers;
I don't mind you borrowing my art supplies and sample projects. But could you please return them when finished, so I can use them with my own classroom? Geez... you have had some of this stuff for over a year!
Veronica
Dear person yacking loudly on your cell...
Why do you leave your cube to have the converstion and wander down to our cubes? Ever hear of speaking softly? So you don't want to disturb the people in your work area, what makes it OK to disturb us? :mad:
yeah, that is such a bummer. Put up a sign of some sort in the area where she's doing it maybe? You could get creative!Quote:
Originally Posted by bmccasland
Or if there is a bunch of you annoyed by it, someone could turn on a radio really loudly when she starts in. :D
My new neighbor likes to spend all day out on her deck yakking aimlessly on her cell phone. She goes on hour after hour. She's not hollering, but her voice is one of those that strongly carries over distances. She's about 40 yards from me, but I can hear every word as though she were standing next to me. I swear she has no idea how her voice carries. I cough, I sigh, I bang shovels and make noise so she knows I'm right there gardening or trying to relax in my yard. She's clueless. I'm a captive prisoner to her boring endless yakfests.
Once my DH started saying "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!" really loudly, but she still didn't 'get it'. :eek: :rolleyes: lol! We'll see how the situation progresses this summer.
Oh I sooooo know what you are going through. When I bought my house, there was nothing but woods for an entire block in the back yard. I came home after being away for a week, and found the entire block had been cleared. The house behind me is probably about 5,000 sf, and not 50 feet away - built right up to the setbacks. My neighbor, her husband, their grown sons all use their "outside voices" all the time. And then there's the 3 little yippy dogs that bark at the wind, at shadows, at cars, at people walking down my street - 500' away... The fun never stops. Even if I am behind closed doors, with my own TV or stereo on, and with the A/C or Furnace running I can hear them talking on the phone, or watching TV on their screened porch. Yikes! I've been tempted to crank up my music to overpower them, but it would overpower me too. :(Quote:
Originally Posted by BleeckerSt_Girl
Ya.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pax
They are now pushing them to drop a few jobs too. I feel kinda lucky that I didn't end up starting there and be the 1st one gone, right off the bat. But still... we were spending a lot of time looking to move, checking all kinds of stuff out, preparing for all of this and now... pfffft. I can wait for another shot somewhere but the out of the blue freeze and timing of it all just stinks. Were they just not paying attention or what? :(
Back to the carnage and massive OT and no sleep and high stress and less $$ and paying to park at my own job and >>>>
the cool little kids I get to help feel better who end up with all of my stickers and the lonely elderly patients who just want to talk a bit and the moms and dads who just want to get well and go home to their families and the mangled few who are grateful for someone who knows how to do an xray without moving them and the wonderful coworkers I have and the interesting research studies I get to help with and the rare thank you from the nurses and >>>
Withm- OMG that situation sounds way worse than mine- I'm so sorry- how awful! :(
When my other neighbors' son took up drumming, we had to suffer through his rock drumming drifting over the neighborhood (whenever he'd forget to close the windows like they agreed to)- but we knew in 3 yrs he'd be GONE, off to college. And sure enough, he's now gone.
Sometimes you just have to pin your hopes on the fact that things do usually change over time... :o
X- that's too bad about your job. But good thing you didn't give notice at your current job! :eek:
Dear New Neighbor,
It's fine that you're going to have your floors sanded, but it's a bit worrying to me that you said it won't be loud. I would have felt better if you told me that it's going to be loud and awful, followed by smelly chemicals that will make me want to vomit, and probably give me cancer, and I'd be wise to leave while the work was in progress, sorry for the inconvenience. At least then I'd know you were honest and or smart. Now I think you're a dimwit. Please prove me wrong. If the floor sanding is not loud, I will apologize to the world right here. :p
I would just start asking her ... "And is Priscilla feeling better yet? Hydrocepalus is a serious illness and it is going around. Your uncle Bob stilll has it too? We're all so worried about them. Did Priscilla like the bread pudding with candied ginger and prunes? She's always liked that. We sent some, thought that would make her feel better at least...." or ....Quote:
Originally Posted by BleeckerSt_Girl
Whenever she's outside start running towards her house in your beekeeper outfit, the hat, mask, the smoke thingie yelling "the bees, the bees, get inside, go inside :eek::eek: the bees are coming!" ;) Once she's inside calmly walk away.
yes, we can't even discuss some presidents without the asterisks coming up, **** Nixon being one. :D not that anyone would want to discuss him.
Dear brain,
I'd really enjoy a decent night of sleep. Actually, not just enjoy...be endlessly grateful for. So, if you could see your way to winding down soon, I'd really really really really appreciate it.
Thanks,
me