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They are not. My MIP and PI charges (oh, and guilty as charged) no longer show up on my record. 'Course, I was 20 yoa and I just had my 48th birthday two weeks ago, so it's been a while. How do I know these infractions don't show up (at least, after some period of time)? A background check (criminal AND misdemeanor) is required for all international adoptions. Fingerprinting, too. I've done two adoptions now. Both times, I wrote to the Volusia County Justice Department (Daytona Beach, in case you were wondering) and told them on exactly what dates my infractions and subsequest incarceration were. Both times they replied with official written documentation that they have no record of me. Oh and another thing, my wife is a former Redmond and Bothell police officer. She got out of copping shortly before we met. To hear her tell it, when she was on duty, she was strictly all bid'ness. You did something flagrantly wrong or stoopid, she busted ya. If you ain't misbehavin', she sent you on your way. Incarcerated

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I just blew my Snipes Mountain amber out my nose. Some neighbors that moved away a year or so ago got a rabbit for their kids. The husband borrowed my plans, built a hutch, and put it in their backyard. They knew my wife was into rabbits as pets and rabbit rescue volunteerism, so they invited us over to come have a look at their new pet. We showed up, and my wife, ever the kind-hearted soul, oooed and ahhhed over the rabbit. When we got back home, the first thing I said to her was, "In a week, that rabbit's either going to be dead, or it's going to be ours." She tended to agree, but (obviously) wouldn't tell them that. Sure as shit, five days or so later it had a botfly infestation (maggots growing under the skin), and the neighbors came looking for us after they had tried to perform "surgery" at their kitchen table and botched it. The rabbit was a mess, with a gaping knife wound on it's hind quarter and a squirming patch of skin under the wound. They had tried to pull out the pupae with tweezers, and several of the sacs had ruptured, spilling their guts into the bunny's bloodstream. We all piled into their rig and drove to the vet, on a Saturday evening, no less. We were supposed to be going somewhere that evening, I don't remember where, but we missed it (this is a common theme in my wife's rescues of the less fortunate - see Mel's "Turtles" thread in this forum). The vet said that the surgery was going to cost $600-$700, with no guarantee the rabbit would survive. The neighbors said, "Put it to sleep." Having spent several years with my betrothed, I knew what was coming next... So, $687 later, we had a new rabbit, and neighbors that were too afraid to look us in the face anymore. The neighbors have since moved away, and the rabbit, Allie, fully recovered and is the funnest one of the warren. She's extremely energetic and playful, and cracks us up with her antics when it's her turn out of the pen. So yeah, I know what you mean when you say, "...will totally be my own fault."

Wrong, kevbone. This ^^ is the POTD

wingsuits are aid There! I said it. Someone had to.

I direct my energies to a more agrarian form of leisure activity...

I missed it the first time around... but I've watched it about a half-dozen times since I saw this thread! :tup:

We've run into the same "phenomenon" at Easter. Parents go out and buy bunnies ("Oh, isn't it cute? Little Johnnie is sooooooo going to love it!"), only to have them show up at rabbit "dumping grounds" 3 or 4 months later when it's no longer a "bunny" but a full-fledged rabbit, and they realize they never learned enough about lagomorphs before making their ill-informed purchase. Shelters are full of 'em... (so's our house... )

Sweet! Looks like it was a quality outing.

I tend to agree, b206. All of the cats that have shown up on my doorstep/windowsill were older cats that must have been thrown out by someone else, and they have each proved to be very cool cats, indeed. Not wanting to piss on your post, Mel, but old cats need lovin', too (self included).

What you do in your cube is your bid'ness...

Way too damn cool. Those crazy Norwegians...

In this context, the "W" in WTF stands for who instead of it's traditional meaning. I know the where, I'm pretty sure about the what, I just want to know the who. I might know you, or know of you. Send a PM.

Clearly, JayB, you have more time on yours hands than I. All of these threads should keep scottk busy for a while. I must go now. My work here is done.

JayB's right. Here's one from a year ago... Here's one about disability insurance, if you find yourself interested in that at some point... You might wanna check out that Steve Kobrin guy. He's mentioned in this thread (by ericb) and in the first thread to which I linked (by RichardKorry). Steve Kobrin Amazing what 15 minutes will net you if you set your mind to it...

Oh, go piss up your rope, Drul.

I have to agree with markwebster and others who find joy and contentment climbing at Peshastin. There is a host of good routes to test any level of slab climber, and the run-outs are not really death-cheaters (unless you're talking about the right side of GCT and the left side of Austrian Slab). I have many happy memories of climbing there... and of only a few groundfalls. Slender Thread comes quickly to mind. ouch.

Still haven't answered the first question...

CP, WTF are you, anyway? Clearly, that shot is from the Tri-Cities, as your avatar location would suggest, but it looks more like that was shot from Badger Mountain than Candy Mountain. As Paul Newman keeps asking Robert Redford in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid: "Who are those guys...?"

My old man had some Sansuis back in the day when vinyl was king, too. Man, did them fokkers ever rock!

You'd might like this, CC... The sun is hot, the sun is not A place where we could live But here on Earth there'd be no life Without the light it gives We need its light, we need its heat The sun light that we seek The sun light comes from our own sun's Atomic energy

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas A gigantic nuclear furnace Where hydrogen is built into helium At a temperature of millions of degrees

I know what it's like out there. I ain't going anywhere. They're all coming to me.

The same thought occured to me, Dan and dmuja, although this site is better. Stick, As a father myself (5 yoa male and 3 yoa female) and a climber of 20+ years, I have to question your motivations, as others have. I have summitted Hood a few dozen times, from several aspects, and in all kinds of weather. This is not someplace I would haul my kids, no matter how much they might think they want to go. Kids this age can't possibly fathom the depth of commitment, hazards, and objective danger that something like this will entail. And by your own admission, you have no experience in this environment. Spend some time getting A LOT of experience before you embark on this venture (not just one "scouting trip"), and consider that maybe a low-commitment outing would serve the same purpose. My vote is to take him backpacking or, if you must bag a peak, go do something way mellower. Good luck. PS: Choss is loose-as-shit rock that falls off practically under it's own weight and within scant seconds becomes unguided missiles that have you as their primary target. Hood is made entirely of this shit.

It won't let me vote more than once...