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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.

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.

Ask Archie AAAAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-chieeeeeeeeeeeee (a la Edith Bunker)!!! Can you come in here? :flush: Whadizzit, Edit'??

after falling almost all the way into the fumorale i finally snatched my ice tool from the daisy and got traction right where the slope eases off into the steaming crater - i was a wee bit chagrined of course having done this in front of 50 tourons on the hogsback - the fun part was having to chope steps the whole way back up the top of the crater rim to retrieve my crampons! and yes, i did still top out Nonononononono, ivan! You're supposed to say, "Well, hell. That's when I got killed!" Another story: One President's Day weekend many years ago I got the bright idea to ski off the top of Hood. It was icy as shit, but I was determined (and younger and stupider). I launched from the little shelf on climber's left immediately below the Pearly Gates. I got in three good turns, then hooked an edge on #4. Shortly thereafter, I was cart-wheeling and yard-saleing all the way down to the fumarole; it must have been 500 VF or so. Stopped just a hundred feet or so from the crater. Climbed back up to retrieve my yard sale items, got put back together, and then shot full speed at the hogsback and got air going over it into the Devil's Kitchen. This was in front of a President's Day crowd. The "air over hogsback" thing was the least I could do to try to regain some modicum of decency over the whole affair.

and then what happened???

well, we know how to "fix" tomcats around here...

CBT?

You really do stalk her, don't you?

So can I: My son: 0, my daughter: 3 (but I'll say 4, cuz I know it ain't more than that). But my wife thinks that a single swat to my girl's butt with my hand, with her clothes on, is child abuse. it's causing problems...

for some it does. I have one, but my kids are adopted.

Are you talking about Jamin? Whatever happened to him anyway? Did he survive his last outing? A check of his last post shows he was still looking for bits for his rocpecker. He found god. See post on NWFudgePackers.net oh Dog.

you can only have one "first trad fall".

What does that mean? Is that sort of like they get separate water fountains, bathrooms, restaurants, or seats at the front of the bus or what? How does one "favor" a family in this instance?

Yeah, if they knew we posted in a forum called "Cafe' Sensitivioso", I'd think they would have a heart attack.

That works fine now, for his age range. That ain't gonna work so well in a year or two - kids aren't stupid. I've been there with two kids already, both of them raised in the same style as your Miles. I'm just sayin'... But hey, good luck with that.