Talk about your day thread

[wease]

going to the mariners game soon..then coming home to order some food and we're opening a box of 1986 baseball cards and have some drinks

What do you do with the cards once they’re opened?

Also, Topps? Fleer? Donruss?

[doug rr]

going to the mariners game soon..then coming home to order some food and we're opening a box of 1986 baseball cards and have some drinks

What do you do with the cards once they’re opened?

Also, Topps? Fleer? Donruss?

its a box of topps..i'l let my buddy have them if we wants..he's wearing a harmon Killebrew jersey with a mustard stain on it

[spike]

SPIKE YOU FUCKIN ASSHOLE WE CAN WORK IT OUT!

We’re good!

[spike]

Moved into our furnished apartment this afternoon. Should be plenty of space for the three of us, but the wife already commented on its lack of charm, so we’ll see how long we stay here.

Uh oh, can you guys even watch the Magnolia network down under?

She said over breakfast this morning that renting furniture (til ours arrives) doesn’t sound so bad now, heh. I’ve been emailing our relocation specialist specs for what we’re looking for this morning, seems we’ll be out of here by August 1st at this rate.

[bodysnatcher]

Moved into our furnished apartment this afternoon. Should be plenty of space for the three of us, but the wife already commented on its lack of charm, so we’ll see how long we stay here.

Uh oh, can you guys even watch the Magnolia network down under?

She said over breakfast this morning that renting furniture (til ours arrives) doesn’t sound so bad now, heh. I’ve been emailing our relocation specialist specs for what we’re looking for this morning, seems we’ll be out of here by August 1st at this rate.

australian, more like aw bailin'

[Ello Sailor]

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bart]

More like vacatetheapartment!

[bodysnatcher]

My talents are absolutely wasted here

[wease]

We had the foresight to get a rx for antibiotics to bring with us on the trip. So I took the first dose last night and second this morning. Feeling somewhat better this morning but I coughed for like 30 minutes straight. So now I’m hoarse as fuck. Hot shower really helped. We just boarded the train to Naples and are waiting for it to leave. Nothing much planned for today (THANK GOD!) other than a hop foo and on bus tour sometime this afternoon. Arrivederci, Roma.

[wease]

Italians really like the NBA

[Higgs]

NBA action - its faaan-tastic!

[wease]

Haha!

[wease]

We’re on the bus tour right now and my ibuprofen/Tylenol from earlier has worn off. Every bounce this thing makes send a jolt of pain everywhere. I’m not sure how much longer it is but I’m back to the miserable point and I’m ready for it to be over.

Luckily, we have dinner reservations afterwards. So more walking and listening to all the grandparents except Mema Wease bitch and gripe the whole way there, during and the whole way back. I came a hair’s breadth of absolutely losing it at lunch I was so enraged. I did blow of some steam but it could’ve been a LOT worse than it was. I just hope that when I do, I won’t cause irreparable damage to my relationships with everyone. Maybe some of it is just where I don’t feel good but I’m tired of it all.

And I’m absolutely sick of Italian food at this point. To be honest, if I saw a KFC on the way back to the hotel, I may not be able to be stopped from buying a bucket of thighs and drums with potatoes and gravy and biscuits.

Wease is being pushed too hard and too far.

[Bammer]

Trip to Italy with extended family is a terrible call

[dad]

look at you with your helpful little insight...

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Higgs]

100% what trag says. Grab a few hours to yourself and get some headspace. Have a cheeky solo beer or 3 (I give the hard advice trag won't give!).

You're on the trip of a lifetime, many stories will be told in years to come. Make your bits good ones.

[doug rr]

wease..one of the greatest powers allowed to someone is to say no whenever you want..I think you need to play that card..stay healthy

[Higgs]

Beer is prove medically to be good for a cold. Just sayin'...