The post race was sliding down the page a bit. Need to move it higher up. I wonder what would happen if some of the other large volume threads got merged into this one. Nothing good, I figure. Post Race should be bizarre, not heated.
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The post race was sliding down the page a bit. Need to move it higher up. I wonder what would happen if some of the other large volume threads got merged into this one. Nothing good, I figure. Post Race should be bizarre, not heated.
The weather for the next few days is looking promising. Promising lots of snow. Therefore, I got some shopping done so that I don't have any great need to leave the house for the next three days.
Do you suppose that whoever shot up the transformers in North Carolina was just trying to keep them from turning into some kind of killer robot?
I'm convinced it was Bonker.
Well, he's certainly notable in his silence on the topic.
For you skiers,
Predictive technology.
I've went skiing twice and both times someone I went with got injured. Maybe I'm just a jinx.
No, that sounds about average.
Actually, I haven't gone downhill skiing in many years. Not since I was down around 10-12, I believe. For much of that time, it was a lack of opportunity and a minimum of interest. Since then, it's been about saving my knees for other things.
Salsa dancing????Quote:
Since then, it's been about saving my knees for other things.
Salsa eating.
You need strong knees for that.
If you didn't know, you haven't had the right kind of salsa.
The last time I danced salsa (really suck at it), some girl came out of nowhere and grabbed my partners hair, pulling her away! I barely knew both of them, but when I tried to break it up, the girl I was dancing with mistakenly clawed me in the face, missing my right eye! I then left it up to their friends to pull them apart (I was a stranger there), and got some wet papertowels for the scratches on my face, and sat at the bar eating chips with salsa, which burned me a little near my mouth where one of the scratches was.
Never went to that neighborhood again!
Well, at least you got an adventure out of it.
One of my son's friends who comes over to the house died last night in a car accident.
She was laying down drunk in the middle of the road when a truck pulling a trailer hit her.
The little boy always had a rough home life but it is such a shock nonetheless.
I've heard of that happening before. I've never really understood it. I don't think I've ever laid down in the middle of a road.
Still, I'm unable to fully parse that story. "She" laid down in the middle of the road, but "the little boy had..." And who was the friend of your son, the boy, the woman? It sounds like a tragedy either way, but I'm not quite clear on the cast of characters.
Sorry about that. I wrote it soon after I found out and my grammar not good.
I did not know the woman very well, but I do know the womana (who died)'s son very well, he is at our house 3 or 4 times a day. From what I gathered just from him coming over to visit, he lived with his grandmother because his father isn't around and his mother wasn't capable of taking care of him because she had addiction issues.
I don't have very strong feelings towards the mother because I think I might have met her only once or twice, but I am incredibly upset for her son. He is very well mannered and genuinely a sweet kid, although you can tell that a lack of home discipline creeped in every once in a while when he would be at our house. I can only imagine how traumatic this must be for him.
It may not be too bad, for him. It sounds like his immediate family life might have been so unsettled/traumatic in the past that this would just be taken in stride. Consider that you might be a better role model for him than his parents ever were. It sounds like he has the disposition to thrive, if given the chance. To some extent, it's all about the support structure. He doesn't sound like he was getting much from his parents, but his grandparents and friends might be able to provide that which was missing.
Not to say that it was a good thing, but he might land on his feet, with a little help from his friends.