Red Mosquito

doug rr wrote:we slept about 12 hours last night..we crashed at 730..both of us just trying to wake up right now with coffee and pack for Vancouver..I'll pack for 3 days max and do laundry or go to old navy to buy other stuff..leaving around 10am..the no more dog thing is nice in a way but we still woke up thinking he needed to go outside..getting drunk tonight

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:we slept about 12 hours last night..we crashed at 730..both of us just trying to wake up right now with coffee and pack for Vancouver..I'll pack for 3 days max and do laundry or go to old navy to buy other stuff..leaving around 10am..the no more dog thing is nice in a way but we still woke up thinking he needed to go outside..getting drunk tonight

sending good vibes your way old friend . . .

what will you be drinking?

daft twat wrote:

doug rr wrote:update: still getting put down at 11am in house..I have the classical music ready..MIL still unresponsive from stroke in hospital..after today's trauma we've decided to go to Vancouver tomorrow..

You’re Helen and I’m Joe in this picture.

96583UP wrote:

doug rr wrote:thanks guys..gonna be a rough day..we were up most the night with him as he was sick and shitting on our favorite rug..I think he knows..once we get to my best friends house later today in Vancouver my wife and I are just going to get flat out hammered and he's the chef and is making a couple giant wagyu tomahawks...should be a memorable night..will report back after..the 91 stadium club baseball cards were fun..

stadium club were the expensive brand back then

doug rr wrote:

96583UP wrote:

doug rr wrote:thanks guys..gonna be a rough day..we were up most the night with him as he was sick and shitting on our favorite rug..I think he knows..once we get to my best friends house later today in Vancouver my wife and I are just going to get flat out hammered and he's the chef and is making a couple giant wagyu tomahawks...should be a memorable night..will report back after..the 91 stadium club baseball cards were fun..

stadium club were the expensive brand back then

yeah, they were back in the day...it was weird opening a pack and seeing an old friend that I played against growing up..he ended up dying at the age of 50 from pancreatic cancer..he was on the padres coaching staff at the time

dimejinky99 wrote:gofundme?

Peeps wrote:so it turns out an ablation costs $37,789

daft twat wrote:

Peeps wrote:so it turns out an ablation costs $37,789

This makes me so angry.
I’m glad you’ve got the insurance to cover it.

Peeps wrote:

dimejinky99 wrote:gofundme?

oh heavens no. my insurance pays for it all. i was just noting the general costs. sorry for the confusion

Peeps wrote:

daft twat wrote:

Peeps wrote:so it turns out an ablation costs $37,789

This makes me so angry.
I’m glad you’ve got the insurance to cover it.

yea its pretty pricey and this is considered a routine procedure. i feel for people who have it much more serious and crappy/no health insurance

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:Mr Pep RSVP’d us for a happy hour at our community pool this weekend and I’m dreading it. Western wear theme. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.