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You're 3rd in line, behind me. If they come to me, you ain't gittin' 'em.

No shit? You gotta be kidding? He wasn't that much older than me. I really like his book Wisdom of our Fathers. Good read. Heart attack at 58. Shit.

Hey, ya'll go right ahead. It's just OL for me. I'm not making rules for others. That would be immoderate.

that's a pretty fucking funny one, too.

hmmmmmmm, even I can't go there with the "bash on wives" thing. No matter how much you might love/hate them. Still OL in my moderate handbook. Ex-wives are a different matter, tho.

charcoal

I've been known to utter that very phrase from time to time. Not so much anymore, since I joined mountain rescue. A little education comes first, now. If they don't wanna listen, so be it. I'll be back... with more friends to help me carry him out. Cross-posted from the "I fall down..." thread in the Rock Climbing Forum... I come from that same skewl, Off, until about 15 years ago or so, when I witnessed a Brit dude auger in at Smith. Rapped off the end of the line onto the head of his partner. I mentioned to the first guy on the ground that their rope didn't make it the whole way down. He said, "I know, I just rapped it, mate. It's just a short downclimb." I suggested he remind his partner of that fact, since it didn't appear to me that either one of them was paying much attention to what they were doing/what was going on. But he gave me some lip in something British, so I utterred that oft-quoted phrase to my partner: "C'mon, let's get out of here before we have to rescue somebody." (see Dru's post in the concurrent To Help Or Not to Help? thread in the Climbers Board) We weren't quick enough in our departure... The second guy down lived, but he was a blathering idiot on the carry up and out to the parking lot. The guy who lipped me was in no fair shape either.

moderate

Hey Kurt, were you successful in your attempt?

Not a damned thing. you know where I can find some?

wtf? you calling me a fucknuts now? I wish I could fuck with my nuts.

Hey, you cut off the rest of my rambling, there, Sonny. And it was a pretty damned big caveat, too.

I voted D twice. It hurt twice as much.

I agree. I'm a spooner, too, then. shite, whatever I have to say to weasle my way into a bivy with minx and Sherri, I'll say it. I have no honor. Or shame.

I consider myself moderately moderate.

I repeat:

bent more than a few blades...

I can whack it with a knife...

Just jumping in here for the I have nothing to add to this discussion, cuz I live in the rainshadow of the Cascades. Carry on.

Hey, what about me? (see the top of the page) Can I be the creamy white filling in that Oreo bivy with you and Sherri? I'll bring a bottle of red.

'nother PM on the Ds.

HA! I just blew beer out of my nose. That was really fuckin' funny, I don't care who ya are. :lmao: Remember though, I wasn't drunk. I was hungover. There's a biiiiiiiiiiig difference.

Right, Bala! How could I have overlooked the fresh minced garlic cloves? Does your guac taste better than your ice climbing onion sandwiches...?

Although I've never tried it, I'm no fan of counting. I feel that most kids are testers. They will see just how far they can stretch it before a consequence is applied. Therefore, I feel that this form of "discipline" is just feeding into their natural tendency to test/provoke the parent and delay/avoid the requested task/chore/action. So I ask them in a respectful tone what it is I want them to do. After a reasonable length of time and when/if the refusal is received, I state firmly, "I asked you to do ____________." If at this juncture no action on their part is taken, I immediately get up from whatever it was I was doing and move toward them. It is invariably at this point that they bolt from whatever they were not supposed to be doing into doing whatever it was I initially asked them to do. Is it tiring, always having to stop whatever it is I am doing and get up to get some action out of them? Yes, it is, but I find that they do wholly realize that I will come after them (the all-important "follow through" for which mothers seem to lack the capacity) if they do not do it willingly initially. After a couple of years of this treatment (yes, sadly a couple of years... ), the dividend is now paying off. My son is now nearly expert at compliance immediately. My daughter, not so much. But she is learning that I won't take shit from her like her mother does. And lest you think that I am some sort of ogre for the chores that I have them do, it is always something within their capacity for their age, and typically something that they caused/messed up in the first place, like cleaning up toys/games/etc. Another good tactic is to tell them the chore is helpful to the parents. This has generally always been a good motivator. They take their empty plates/bowls/cups/etc. to the counter or sink after meals because it "helps Mommy (or Daddy, as the case may be that night) to do the dishes faster so we can play with you sooner." We also have what we call "Restaurant Behavior" requirements. You know, no screaming, no blowing bubbles in the milk, etc. We used to make every attempt to park the car where we could clearly see it from the table (they are now on to this practice). If either one or both of them can't handle the restaurant behavior, the offedning party(ies) get to sit in the car until the rest of us are done with our meal. We only needed to enforce this one about twice with each kid so that now it isn't even an issue anymore.

Guacamole that's how I always do it. works like a charm every time, too.