A good hard look at yourselves
 

Hah. If Mrs. Not Bob were aware of this place, I'd be crying in my beer in the stool next to cuckold.

Nonetheless, the implicit (or is it inferred? shit -- now dtb will be doubly annoyed) criticism is acknowledged. In my defense, I'm (mostly) harmless.

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Because the lawtalkers empire can't afford the counseling and medication that would be required to get you to ignore Slave.

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When I got the managing partner to approve the purchase of a $2,000 plasma TV for my office, I didn't waste a lot of time thanking the guy who delivered it.

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Canadian grammar or Canadian educational system?






edited to add: I rock so hard. I have the least life of anyone on the FB.

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this post makes me think this might be a hank sock, which then makes me worry I might be schizo

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this eta makes me think this might be my sock, which then makes me worry that i might be dsm iv diagnosable.

eta: stp, stp, stp!

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Damn, you really are old. Damn, I must be old too.

Must be lucky at love
 

It's been tough. Those two, the San Diego Chargers, and Constantine Maroulis have cost me $2,100 this year. There have been some good bets, but those are my 4 biggest ones, and I'm 0-4. That's it. This time, I'm really done. I swear it. Once the baby comes (about 2 weeks, probably), I'm going to be a new man. No more sports betting, no more internet poker.

I need a new hobby. Maybe I should try screenwriting. Or Big Brother 6.

Go Cavs!
 

Anyone remember this guy? Apparently Danny Ferry is trying to sign him for the Cavs. I wondered why he wasn't in the NBA after his performance in Athens . . .

http://www.hoopsjunkie.net/images/lithuania.jpg

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POTM

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I may have made a mistake using the Ghost In A Jar as my opening gamblit on lawtalkers. I get the feeling I peaked with that post and have gone downhill from there.

My Dad passed away this spring. Mom had tried to purchase burial plots in the Perryville cemetary, but was unsuccessful because the cemetary's treasurer had passed away and nobody else was quite sure how the whole plot-selling thing worked. The day before the funeral, she went to the cemetary with its President. The cemetary dated back to the 1850s, with records kept in pencil, and their efforts further complicated by a change in standard grave width that occurred some time ago (learn something new every day), but they were eventually able to pick out a suitable site.

The morning of the funeral, the gravediggers went to dig the site selected and found it previously occupied. They filled it up and tried another space, but to the same result. They rinsed, lathered, and repeated, and still found graves that, while unmarked, were very much still in use. For a town with only a Baptist church, a Methodist church, and a combination gas station/grocery store/bait shop/feed store & beauty supply, Perryville seemed to have an awful lot of dead people.

The gravediggers ran out of time, and Dad's graveside service was held with his actual graveside yet to be determined, with the Peasant Mexicans patiently smoking cigarettes in their work truck, waiting to get back to work. They had the decency, however, to park the backhoe behine a clump of trees, so perhaps they were actually Aristocratic Mexicans. We were assured an hour or two after the service that the they were able to locate a site both suitable AND unoccupied (as far as we know) before the hot Texas sun stewed my father's remains.

About a month later, at the Perryville Homecoming Festival (I'm not quite sure what this is), Mom was named to the cemetary board. Perhaps based on her recent experiences, and recognizing the need to update their recordkeeping along with their knowledge that my Mom is one of the few people in the area that know Excel, she was elected treasurer by the board.

Mom emailed me shortly after the election, asking for fundraising suggestions, and I responded by sending the the Ghost In A Jar story. I have avoided speaking to her since then. I feel I may have similarly peaked as a son.

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At my grandfather's funeral, my aunt went ballistic because she claimed that they had dug the hole on the wrong side of my grandmother. She insisted that he be to my grandmother's left, rather than her right, because that's what side he slept next to her in bed. She so totally lost it that backhoes were brought in to dig a new hole while the mourners stood by and waited. My cousin and I plopped ourselves down under a tree in our black suits and watched, commenting from time to time how fucking surreal it was to actually watch your grandfather's grave being dug.

I could not make this shit up.

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Less, is it possible that you've been around so long that you're taking the board for granted, forgetting it's original and primary focus? If you ignore penske, think of all the important firm and salary information you could miss out on.

Update
 

I thought everyone would want an update.

I had a long talk with my wife on Friday. At least for now, we're staying together. Obviously, a prerequesit for that was that the affair is over (or maybe not obviously - googling "cuckold" comes up with some weird shit).

What convinced me to stay with it is that she truely seems to have turned a corner. I haven't pretended we weren't having problems, and the affair was a symptom of those problems, but we may have openned a door to solving those underlying problems. I'm willing to give that a shot, at least for now, because I still love my wife very much (considerations of the kids plays into it as well - I don't believe its best to always try to staty together "for the kids" but it does give extra incentive to try to work it out).

Oddly enough, it wasn't our discussion that brought about the change. I sent her off hand an e-mail earlier in the week about going to London for the Olympics. She said it made her pause and realize that she was throwing away a long term paln over short term frustrations.

I still haven't worked out what to do about Bill. I have of course made it clear I don't want him anywhere around. But it will be inevitable that I'll run into him someday. I need to have a plan, or I'll end up just sucker punching him. NTTAWWT.

Thanks to everyone for the advice and concern. Thanks especially to those who PM'd me with advice and offers to help. You don't know me (well, you do, at least in cyberspace, but you don't know that), and you willingness to help is much appreciated.

Update
 

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