the random musings not worthy of new thread thread

[Sgt PSN]

If you need any help, let me know. 

[PhillyPhanInDC]

in a couple years is the idea I'm told

Translation = Six months tops.

[Dillen]

I just took almost a half hour to get all the ice off of my car, which was almost 2 inches thick. There are 5+ new scratches on the hood. I don't even know why I even bothered to scrape it off. They don't look bad but it really pissed me off.

Aside from that, getting the ice off the roof was so easy. I got the front and rear windows before that so it was just all one piece of ice. It was like a 3x3 ft that just slid right off.

[phillymic2000]

why in the world did you scrape the ice off your hood if you let the car warm up it should just slide off also.

Another 2-4 inches out here tonight, then ice, then raintomorrow, then ice then snow monday night into tuesday ahhhh I am really hating this winter right now

[Dillen]

why in the world did you scrape the ice off your hood if you let the car warm up it should just slide off also.

No idea, all the time I just let it melt when I'm driving. I guess I got some off the hood when I was getting the windows and decided to finish it off.

[phillymic2000]

 almost 6 fargin more inches tonight and now it's freezing drizzle outside. fargin a 

[Diomedes]

why in the world did you scrape the ice off your hood if you let the car warm up it should just slide off also.

No idea, all the time I just let it melt when I'm driving. I guess I got some off the hood when I was getting the windows and decided to finish it off.

don't be a douchebag drving down the road shedding large chunks of ice from your car onto the people behind you, for farg sake

[PhillyPhanInDC]

So I'm at the mall yesterday afternoon before the game, just picking up some stuff, and while the wife is poking around in some children's store, I'm out front feeding my kid (11 months) a bottle. I'm sitting on a bench, and I have one leg crossed over my other, and I put the kid in the little nook created by my crossed leg. She's happily drinking her bottle, and I'm just kind of looking around. I notice a younger girl, early 20s maybe, average looks, walking up to us from about fifteen yards away. I could tell even from that distance, that she was definitely coming over to me. She gets close, and looks at the baby, and comments about how cute she is and that I am blessed. At this point the only thing that was a little concerning was that she was, possibly, a little too close. I say thank you, and I think she'll leave at this point. Then the fun begins. She says something along the lines of, "Your daughter is healthy, and beautiful. Do you know that means that there is a god and that he loves you?" Again, shouldn't have been a big deal, I've dealt with Jesus freaks before, and I politely, but firmly tell her, that I don't subscribe such beliefs, and to have a good day. She takes a half step closer, and tells me that if my baby, like me, never accepts Jesus, she is damned to hell.

Something inside me, like an instinctual thing goes off. I move the kid around to my side, and got completely between her and the Jesus freak. I stood up and did so in such a manner that the freak would either have to move back, or catch my shoulder under her chin. She moved a couple steps back, and had a genuinely surprised look on her face. I told her to get the hell away from me and my child, and to peddle her fairy tales elsewhere. She mumbles something under her breath, and walks off.

After I calmed down, I realized I had seen this chick in the mall before, walking around almost aimlessly, talking to different people. The fact these farging iceholes feel that it is acceptable to walk up to complete strangers and say almost anything they want free from repercussion because it's in the name of Captain Makebelieve honestly baffles me . The brainwashing process must be significant.

After the encounter, I realized also that for the first time since getting out of the military a few years ago, I was totally gripped by fear. I didn't even notice at the time, but if she had more than a few screws loose (she definately had at least one), she was close enough to grab for or try to hurt the kid.

[rjs246]

I love stories like this. There's something very strange and unnatural about soapboxing, unpromted, to strangers.

[phattymatty]

you won't get many more opportunities to throw a well-deserved tit punch.  you have to take advantage of these rare occasions.

[reese125]

So I'm at the mall yesterday afternoon before the game, just picking up some stuff, and while the wife is poking around in some children's store, I'm out front feeding my kid (11 months) a bottle. I'm sitting on a bench, and I have one leg crossed over my other, and I put the kid in the little nook created by my crossed leg. She's happily drinking her bottle, and I'm just kind of looking around. I notice a younger girl, early 20s maybe, average looks, walking up to us from about fifteen yards away. I could tell even from that distance, that she was definitely coming over to me. She gets close, and looks at the baby, and comments about how cute she is and that I am blessed. At this point the only thing that was a little concerning was that she was, possibly, a little too close. I say thank you, and I think she'll leave at this point. Then the fun begins. She says something along the lines of, "Your daughter is healthy, and beautiful. Do you know that means that there is a god and that he loves you?" Again, shouldn't have been a big deal, I've dealt with Jesus freaks before, and I politely, but firmly tell her, that I don't subscribe such beliefs, and to have a good day. She takes a half step closer, and tells me that if my baby, like me, never accepts Jesus, she is damned to hell.

Something inside me, like an instinctual thing goes off. I move the kid around to my side, and got completely between her and the Jesus freak. I stood up and did so in such a manner that the freak would either have to move back, or catch my shoulder under her chin. She moved a couple steps back, and had a genuinely surprised look on her face. I told her to get the hell away from me and my child, and to peddle her fairy tales elsewhere. She mumbles something under her breath, and walks off.

After I calmed down, I realized I had seen this chick in the mall before, walking around almost aimlessly, talking to different people. The fact these farging iceholes feel that it is acceptable to walk up to complete strangers and say almost anything they want free from repercussion because it's in the name of Captain Makebelieve honestly baffles me . The brainwashing process must be significant.

After the encounter, I realized also that for the first time since getting out of the military a few years ago, I was totally gripped by fear. I didn't even notice at the time, but if she had more than a few screws loose (she definately had at least one), she was close enough to grab for or try to hurt the kid.

Depending on your mood that day (or the fact your 11 month old was there), that could of got ugly. Anyone that invades your personal space, gets that close to your child, and tells a complete stranger that your just born child is going to be damned and is going to hell if they dont belong to a cult, not only requires mental help but is lucky not to be laid out on the floor (if it was a dude). F-it...drop the bitch as well. Nice write up.

[Seabiscuit36]

[Seabiscuit36]

there is a stomach virus going around right now at my work, my stomach feels like i'm on a rollercoaster.  I'm not sure whats going to happen first, me shteinting my pants or ralphing

[Seabiscuit36]

haha...poop
http://img165.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1202020612021tz0.jpg

[MDS]

haha...poop
http://img165.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1202020612021tz0.jpg

speaking of poop, we had a small party over the weekend and someone took a shtein in the kitchen downstairs. no one was even supposed to be down there, yet someone found the time to take a syrupy dark chocolate shtein on the floor. not a turd, either. wet and wild stuff. i thought it was funny.