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At 6/5/09 06:00 AM, fli wrote: I have the opposite problem.
You see, I have an overbite and because of that-- I stick out my lower jaw ever so slightly. My dentist tells me keep my jaw in a resting position, but it's totally unconcious.

I used to clench my jaw a lot. Didn't grind my teeth, just kept tension in my jaw, which is bad because it causes blood flow issues.

A trick I found helped was to associate it with something common, so I could bring it from unconscious to conscious. For example, every time you see a chair, relax your jaw.

I need to break it again this year, since over the last couple of (particularly stressful) years, it's come back a bit. Whenever I had to stay up until 4 AM finishing some worthless assignment, my jaw would get fatigued just from clenching my teeth too much.

My dad got a car!
It was gonna be the Gol Trend, but he got the Gol Power, because the Trend didn't come with a diesel engine =(
He sold his 9yo Ford Fiesta

At 6/5/09 01:05 AM, SevenSeize wrote: WHY WONT YOU LET ME LOVE YOU?????????????????????????!!!!!!

I'll let you love me, repeatedly and in ways that may be illegal some states.

Just saying.

I know people have nothing to do in vacation but I didn't think it would result in religion-related threads, seriously General forum have huge numbers of those lately.

I can guess what will happen next...

I am a terrible human being. I bought a bag of dog treats for my rat, and my stepson commented that they smelled really good. Only four ingredients - chicken, soy protein, salt, and cornstarch - so it sounded pretty harmless.

So I let him eat one.

Maybe it's best that I not have any kids of my own...

My brother is getting married to a girl who is a practicing Wiccan Witch. This doesn't bother me or our mother (our dad wants to say something to him, but Mom's keeping him at bay because she's just happy the little twerp found somebody).

BUT....

Me and my brother were both hired on at the same Lowe's store two years ago. He's since moved on, but a fair number of the people still there ask me about how he's doing on almost a daily basis, mainly because of the impression he left on them as an asshole with no tact and due to the fantastic nature of his departure (which is a story unto itself).

Anyway, one of these co-workers asked me this morning about how the wedding was going to be conducted, because they knew she was wiccan where my brother is a Christian (albeit lapsed, like myself). But when the word "wicca" was used, several people in the break room started going "Well what's that?" This guy then tried to explain to everyone else in the breakroom what exactly that was, and wound up only describing Norse Paganism, I had to step in and tell them "Firstly, it mainly centers around worship of nature, and secondly, the first rule of Wicca is 'Do as ye will, but harm none,' so there's no hexing of people or human sacrifice."

Then I moved in for the kill.

I leaned in towards the guy, put an arm around him, and said, "So you don't have to worry about his girlfriend hexing you... me on the other hand? I'm the one with all the voodoo dolls and Satan Worship books."

Even though I let him know I was kidding, he pretty much avoided me for the rest of the day.

At 6/5/09 04:26 PM, Der-Lowe wrote: My dad got a car!
It was gonna be the Gol Trend, but he got the Gol Power, because the Trend didn't come with a diesel engine =(
He sold his 9yo Ford Fiesta

The VW Gol looks like the Fox or Polo.

Also, American cars are gay (except the Ford Mustang). German cars are engineered better.

My husband's parents didn't go to his first wedding because it was being officiated over by his brother (also their son), who was Wiccan.

I find it funny that they think I'm a good influence. ;)

At 6/5/09 06:25 PM, SkunkyFluffy wrote: I find it funny that they think I'm a good influence. ;)

;;;
Well of course your a good influence .
Look at the nutritious treat you just gave 'your' son.
Some mom's would have just let him into a bag of chips or other high fat, high salt snack.
But you gave him something 'new' & it had 4 nutritious ingredients .

You do realize that rat eats healthier than half of us.

At 6/5/09 01:05 AM, SevenSeize wrote:

At 6/4/09 07:29 PM, FUNKbrs wrote: New drum/bass tracks up.

Yeah, like you care.

I CARE.

WHY WONT YOU LET ME LOVE YOU?????????????????????????!!!!!!

Because it ruins the sex, that's why.

At 6/5/09 08:11 PM, stafffighter wrote: You do realize that rat eats healthier than half of us.

Well, yeah, he eats a little of everything we eat, and I try to feed healthy in my household.

His favorite treat is a nice fat yogurt-covered raisin.

At 6/5/09 06:29 PM, Dante-Son-Of-Sparda wrote: hahaha well played fine sir.

I'm not done with him just yet. Monday morning when I see the guy again, I'm going to make the sign of the inverted cross and start chanting Cradle of Filth's Satanic Mantra at him, in the deepest bass tone voice I can muster. Even though I told him I'm not into that stuff, it may just make him think twice before intentionally calling me by brother's name again just to be an ass...

"What are you doing, man?!"
"Ensuring your next prodigy shall be a perfect vessel for the Dark Lord, so that the events foretold in Revelation will finally come to pass... why do you ask?"

I mean, what's the point of even GOING to work if you can't fuck with people?

At 6/5/09 08:11 PM, stafffighter wrote: You do realize that rat eats healthier than half of us.

I just think it's a bit ironic that we have to feed them that stuff

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All is quiet in the house right now. My brother's girlfriend came up for the weekend with her two hellspawn -- I mean kids -- and after being here for two hours, they went to the local drive-in to see "Up!"

The boy is about to turn five, the girl is two and a half. I'm trying to be patient with them, I really am. They've been growing up in a single-parent household being taken care of by grandma while mom is at work, and mom doesn't like being the disciplinarian in addition to being the only parent they know. The little girl acts up because she's to young to know any better, and the boy sees this and is smart enough to realize that little sis can get away with stuff because she's a pest and follows suit... and that make me want to strangle them both, or at the very least slip benadryl into their kool-aid. And I have the mother's approval to boot.

Running around yelling and screaming, into everything, terrorizing the dogs, fighting with each other... I started having flashbacks to when I was a bagger at Food Lion. I went to my room to have some peace and quiet for a few minutes while tryying to change out of my work clothes, and the boy followed me and is trying to start a grand-jury inquiry on the other side of the door... asking why I was in there, what was in there, why wasn't he allowed in, trying to force the door open... I came VERY CLOSE to grabbing my hockey mask and Ka-Bar knife and chasing the little shit out of the house. Oh so very close.

Pray for me, if you believe in it. Or barring that, knock one back for me; this weekend is going to SUCK.

At 6/5/09 09:29 PM, Proteas wrote: I just think it's a bit ironic that we have to feed them that stuff

And yet humans feast on garbage and have a myriad of health problems.

FYI; the mother approved of the hockey mask thing.

At 6/5/09 11:45 PM, SevenSeize wrote: WHY DON'T I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT THIS!!!!????

..... massive quantities of rohypnol?

At 6/5/09 11:48 PM, Proteas wrote:

At 6/5/09 11:45 PM, SevenSeize wrote: WHY DON'T I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT THIS!!!!????

..... massive quantities of rohypnol?

You were too busy suntanning in my awesomeness shine?

At 6/5/09 11:45 PM, SevenSeize wrote: Hey all the rest of you people who will ignore this post, I love all ya'll too.

I made you cookies.

Yay! Cookies!

Its quite weird... I have nothing to do today. For the past month or so I've been busy every single day doing something... and now...all I'm doing is meeting my girlfriend for lunch and going back to hers. No rushing around trying tog et to a bank befor eit shuts, no exams, no essays...

The next 4 months are gonna be weird :S

At 6/5/09 11:45 PM, SevenSeize wrote: I made you cookies.

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Thanks Honey, your the best.
Its my Moms birthday today & they're all coming out here for the afternoon. I baked Ham last night & prepped the ingredients for potato salad, we've got a carrot cake baked & all we have to do is icing it. I am just waiting for the eggs to cool so I can handle them & make deviled eggs ( why are there no God or Jesus eggs ? ? ? ) My sweetie is doing something with Lobster, scallops & shrimp. I hope its something traditional...she spent most of her life in Ontario & Alberta...her 'seafood' ability is, well its lacking. But she tries & that's gotta count for something .

Oh & its overcast cold & wet out...typical deck weather in Nova Scotia .

At 6/6/09 05:08 AM, Tri-Nitro-Toluene wrote: The next 4 months are gonna be weird :S

Take up a new hobby? Dunno man.

Anyways, cookies are good, but have nothing against whoopie pies.

At 6/5/09 11:45 PM, SevenSeize wrote: We have sex?????

WHEN, WHERE AND WHY DON'T I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT THIS!!!!????
.

Much like good drugs, good sex normally leaves you blacked out.

well, that and all the breath play.

Hey all the rest of you people who will ignore this post, I love all ya'll too.

I made you cookies.

I long ago discovered that cooking perfectly good cookie dough is a complete waste. I even went through a phase where I would eat a dry mixture of flour, sugar, salt, and cinnamon. I'm not kidding.

It was from that that I cracked the evil McDonald's code and learned to make my own McGriddles.

Bow before my mastery. Those McGriddles very nearly turned a man gay.

I went back to NY to attend a wedding of one of my wife's friends. We went up a few days before to visit family and my wife wanted to help get things prepped for the wedding.
We went to the ceremony today at 2, and right after it was done hit the road back home.

my ass is really numb from riding the motorcycle the whole way back.

I may have to purchase a new car...

I ever mention how much I hate money?

ugh

At 6/6/09 09:22 PM, Ravariel wrote: I may have to purchase a new car...

I ever mention how much I hate money?

ugh

Get a used car!

At 6/6/09 09:30 PM, Der-Lowe wrote:

At 6/6/09 09:22 PM, Ravariel wrote: I may have to purchase a new car...

I ever mention how much I hate money?

ugh

Get a used car!

Well if he hates money you'd think a new car would be the way to go.

At 6/6/09 09:49 PM, stafffighter wrote: Well if he hates money you'd think a new car would be the way to go.

Or he could come down to my part of the country and offer somebody cash for the vintage junker they have sitting on their lot, and then sink as much money as they would on a new car in restoring it. My step-grandmother had a black VW Bug from the 60's sitting her back yard that way. Looking back, that would have been a sweet car to restore. I wonder if her kids ever got rid of it...

*shrug*

I taught my soon-to-be sister-in-law how to sharpen a knife today. She likes to cook, and doesn't know how to sharpen her kitchen knives... it did not dawn on me how potentially dangerous this could be for their marriage until she got one extremely sharp with a coarse grit diamond stone I recently acquired (clicky).

It still amazes me to see my brother take to her kids the same way they do to him, though. The two year old calls him by his nickname, but my mother asked her who he was (to see if she actually knew his name), and the little girl said "Daddy." It just blows my mind that he's the self-styled tattooed bad-ass, and yet these kids cling to him as if he was their real father.

It kind of makes my wonder what I'm doing with my life, considering that I'm the one my folks always pegged as "good father material" because of my even keel and patient attitude, and yet... I hate kids. All the years of customer service work and relatives with no concept of birth control or ability to keep children in line has left me with a severe hate for the sound and sight of a misbehaving kid, and a real fear that I'll do the things to my kids that I hated my dad for doing to me (verbal and emotional abuse)... I just can't relate to kids... and that depresses the SHIT out of me. I shouldn't be this jaded. BLEGH.

proteas: I think there is a rather large difference between how you react to other people's kids, and how you do with your own children.

your brother reminds me of a character in a novel I read who brimmed with weapons of all different kinds, was well over six foot and really crazy strong...yet this timid little girl clung to him like he was a fluffiest teddy bear.