BearSchlong

1. Glad everyone is ok. 2. Aren’t you a lawyer? 3. If so, this is the most “I can’t believe the leopards ate my face” post on the internet. 4. Glad everyone is ok.

Emotional gumbo Christmas edition. My wife’s mom has the bad brain cancer and the Boudreaux’s are all coming over today. We can’t predict the future but this could possibly be her final Christmas. I’m kicking myself for even entertaining such a morbid Horribly sad thought but then again it’s better to be safe than sorry. So, pot #1 is Greenberg turkey and Rabideaux sausage gumbo, the other is shrimp and fresh cocktail claw crab.

Nonresident tuition is only for the first year.

I’m in the exact same boat as you, Twicehorn. Gorgeous built ins in the living room and master bedrooms but size limited, probably a max of 43” One neat thing is that both have large closed natural gas fireplaces that vent so that their top sills don’t put off heat, so it won’t melt the TVs. My wife and I will each have large vaulted rooms and the current high end 65” Sonys will go in there. I expect to spend a lot of time on the huge covered back patio, I’ll have to figure that out. My next project is home theatre with surrounds. I’m over the moon about my new place.

How sharp are her elbows?

Priscilla It’s a little creepy.

I’ve had early season tubers stir up the river as they passed by and the bite actually increased. Last time I witnessed it was March 16th.

You might be right about the causality. I am a recovered alcoholic, part of why I wanted her to bartend was to figure out early if she had the same proclivities. Alcoholics eventually realize that alcohol is symptom, not the problem. I love bars. They serve club soda and Diet Coke. In 13 years I haven’t had even a hint of temptation to order anything stronger.

TIL: “I raised the subject of turkey masturbation. "They're making a fuss about that?" Paul said, incredulously. "It's been happening for 80 years." I was complaining about the impossibility of a journalist getting to see the process, when I heard a rustle of feathers beside me. The turkey was already upside down in Paul's hands. He swiftly uncovered a hole amidst the feathers, gave it a couple of tweaks, and there was the turkey semen, looking like a bit of crumbly old toothpaste. "We take this," said Paul, "and suck it into a rubber tube. It's then blown into the vagina." He picked up a nearby turkey hen, and revealed the vagina. When he put the bird down, she fluttered her feathers and walked off. "What she's doing with her feathers - that's called rattling. It proves she likes being handled." He said that when the AI gangs make their regular visits to the Kellys' breeding sheds (the birds around us were for killing; they would never breed), the males strut and the females squat in happy anticipation. Transfixed by the bizarre nature of the operation, I asked Paul whether he had ever sucked the semen into his mouth accidentally. "I've had a few mouthfuls," he confirmed cheerfully. "It's a bit salty." https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/the-turkeys-fight-back-1390002.html

When my kid was a freshman in college she got a job at a financial advisor’s office. She lasted a week filing and answering the phone before quitting. Her mom was devastated. A week later, she’s waiting tables in a campus adjacent dive bar. I was over the moon, and told her “finally, a valuable job. Now you’re going to learn the good, the bad, the ugly, who is solid, who is full of shit, what a problem drinker looks like, etc.” All that came true. I told her the education in human nature would probably equal her degree in life value. 6 months later, she’s at an upscale place, bartending for adults. Next, she achieved a restaurant/bar turnaround. Graduated MCL while saving enough in 4 years to get a nice place in Chicago after graduation, where she is a 23 year old director at a global firm handling a $1B annual spend. Very high social IQ.

In Shiner, right? My mom’s boyfriend’s college roommate (Aggy class of ‘49) owned that place. Their other roommate owned the LL Sams and son’s church furniture factory in Waco. My family owned a Gibsons’ store, with a garden center. I unloaded many a tractor trailer full of shrubs, pallets of fertilizer, roses, etc. Eventually, I made it to sporting goods and became a fishing tackle and gun salesman. But when I was 12 I was a helper in the family home building business, loading trash and cuttings into an old red Ford 600 panel sided dump truck and hauling it to the dump. In High school and college I framed houses, which was fun as long as I wasn’t accidentally shooting myself in the knuckles with paslode nail guns. I wish I had appreciated the value of manual labor back then, instead of just resenting it.

Maybe next time they’ll think twice about wearing Columbia blue, fuckers.

Overall, she is exponentially more responsible than me, so I’m not mad.

Can report that Chicago PD responded to a wellness check within 10 minutes, no dogs were killed. I realize something was amiss when my daughter didn’t text or answer her phone on her way to ORD for her 8 am flight. She was out with friends last night and my wife immediately went to “oh fuck our baby is bleeding out in some alley” but my first thought was that she broke or lost her phone. Turns out that she overslept. “Dad, why is a swat team with a battering ram outside my apartment?” “Yeah about that…” $180 for a new ticket, AA gave no fucks (nor did I expect them to.)

Costco everything is usually solid.

I mean, I've said some shitty things while drunk, but damned, Rudy.

I'm buying a larger house and am dissatisfied with the furniture selection in my town. Our decor is somewhat rustic, with natural naked and stained woods and leathers, and I am searching for a Houston store that sells high-quality stuff. I'm also looking to completely redo my home office slash man cave. Can anyone recommend furniture stores in Houston that I might otherwise overlook?

On my list. One of my favorite authors.

So you’re saying I get 20 more years? Awesome. Prospect theory in practice.

Coincidentally, I began taking Straterra about 6 weeks ago, on the advice of my psychiatrist. Too early to tell the overall effects. I didn’t even realize there were non stimulant options.

My stepbrother has a contract with the Texans; last week, on the spur of the moment, they asked if he wanted to fly to New York and back on the team plane and sit with ownership during the game. He texted me a selfie from the stadium with one word. Ouch. I went into the wrong business, that guy gets paid to fly around the country on private jets, and go to all kinds of concerts and events.

Congratulations!

My son deployed to the ME today so go Army.

How so?

I just got the call. “Well Dad, I'm going away for a while. I'll call when I can.” Flat and lots of sand.