Apparently we never had a HBP thread.
And he's 19, today.
Better than average birthday, Paul.
Happy birthday!
I hope you get what you really want...a naked Jimmy Kimmell popping out of your birthday cake.
I hope you get what you really want...a naked Jimmy Kimmell popping out of your birthday cake.
“Activism is a way for useless people to feel important, even if the consequences of their activism are counterproductive for those they claim to be helping and damaging to the fabric of society as a whole.” - Dr Thomas Sowell
Drink. Heavily. Pass out. Then drink more. Let's see, how's that traditional blessing of my people go? Oh, yes.
May your hangover not impede the next day's drinking.
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May your hangover not impede the next day's drinking.
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Diogenes of Sinope: "It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."
Long weekend, but enjoyable. Then...
Monday my daughter woke up jumping up and down on her bed, excited that it was my birthday. I ate one piece of Sees Candy for breakfast, but it ended up being the fruit-kind which I dislike. I stubbornly ate it anyway, even though that vile thing killed my appetite.
I took my daughter to school and she announced to everyone in the hall that it was my birthday, including the fat little boy who keeps pointing me out and telling me that I'm tall.
Went out of town to replace a PCI RAID controller and while I did that one of the hard drives crapped out. This was a medical facility BTW. I worked on it until that night, but had another emergency call at a liquor store after that so instead of going home I had to fix their VPN problem. (Thank goodness it was an easily correctable IP problem).
The owner made me wait there until she went home and tested it though.
When I got home my wife and kid were asleep, so I played poker to unwind and had my biggest loss in a month.
Happy birthday to me.
Spent all day 9:00-9:00 at the same place yesterday, restoring crap and reinstalling crap. The State inspectors picked yesterday to give them a surprise inspection as well, so that added to the fun. But at least I took a 30 minute break.
Today I went home to meet the real estate guy (we're selling some land) and cracked my head on the hatchback door. Then I went int he house and my wife's wreath fell on my head on the same spot where I hit the door.
When it hit the floor some bulbs broke.
When I spiked the wreath a lot more bulbs broke... and I cut my hand.
I cleaned up most of the glass, met the real estate guy, then went back home and cleaned up more glass.
This morning at work I got really mudding fixing a network problem at the par, and spend the rest of the time at the police station doing maintenance there. Lots o' fun.
My week has been like Malcolm's life.
Monday my daughter woke up jumping up and down on her bed, excited that it was my birthday. I ate one piece of Sees Candy for breakfast, but it ended up being the fruit-kind which I dislike. I stubbornly ate it anyway, even though that vile thing killed my appetite.
I took my daughter to school and she announced to everyone in the hall that it was my birthday, including the fat little boy who keeps pointing me out and telling me that I'm tall.
Went out of town to replace a PCI RAID controller and while I did that one of the hard drives crapped out. This was a medical facility BTW. I worked on it until that night, but had another emergency call at a liquor store after that so instead of going home I had to fix their VPN problem. (Thank goodness it was an easily correctable IP problem).
The owner made me wait there until she went home and tested it though.
When I got home my wife and kid were asleep, so I played poker to unwind and had my biggest loss in a month.
Happy birthday to me.
Spent all day 9:00-9:00 at the same place yesterday, restoring crap and reinstalling crap. The State inspectors picked yesterday to give them a surprise inspection as well, so that added to the fun. But at least I took a 30 minute break.
Today I went home to meet the real estate guy (we're selling some land) and cracked my head on the hatchback door. Then I went int he house and my wife's wreath fell on my head on the same spot where I hit the door.
When it hit the floor some bulbs broke.
When I spiked the wreath a lot more bulbs broke... and I cut my hand.
I cleaned up most of the glass, met the real estate guy, then went back home and cleaned up more glass.
This morning at work I got really mudding fixing a network problem at the par, and spend the rest of the time at the police station doing maintenance there. Lots o' fun.
My week has been like Malcolm's life.
For the first few seconds it seemed like the wreath was a trap.
I had to open the back of the car because she left uncovered Christmas presents back there which begged to be stolen and that kept sliding around every time I made a turn. So she must have planned me bumping my head both times.
I could have sworn those bulbs on the wreath were plastic. I didn't notice that one broke when it fell until I cut my hand when I spiked it... breaking a bunch of others.
I had to open the back of the car because she left uncovered Christmas presents back there which begged to be stolen and that kept sliding around every time I made a turn. So she must have planned me bumping my head both times.
I could have sworn those bulbs on the wreath were plastic. I didn't notice that one broke when it fell until I cut my hand when I spiked it... breaking a bunch of others.
Happy Birthday Paul!
I've had some of the same problems lately. Such as the score for last week. Deer 4 Unkbill 0. Saw the biggest deer I have ever seen and the only thing I killed last week was time.
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I've had some of the same problems lately. Such as the score for last week. Deer 4 Unkbill 0. Saw the biggest deer I have ever seen and the only thing I killed last week was time.
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In marriage there is always one person right. And the other one is the husband.
They guy who loaned me the house jack (that fell on my toe) is married to a woman who makes cakes.
He even brought the house jack over.
'Nother pic.
'Nother pic.
The little white dude is part of the Toeliban.
There was also a shot glass made out of fondant. I took a shot of whiskey from it, and took a bite out of the glass.
He even brought the house jack over.
'Nother pic.
'Nother pic.
The little white dude is part of the Toeliban.
There was also a shot glass made out of fondant. I took a shot of whiskey from it, and took a bite out of the glass.