Discussion in 'The Drivers Lounge' started by Airbrakes, Nov 5, 2013.
went out to Fat Ernies to eat with my brother, with a name like that it has to be good
Ramsey would not be amused! I get the feeling he don't want to share his best bud with a bovine!
that is really sick
Hey, I think I see my ex-wife!
Just got home from the written exam.
The first thing troopers did was give you a wake up call, to give you a small taste of what the academy will be like. All morning long, they kept emphasizing the point: "You are not an individual, you are a number! There is no individuality here!" There were 200 applicants in my group, and only 75ish survived the day, including myself. They used scare tactics all day long, and it worked for most of the people there. Anyway, I completed the written exam. I don't know the results of it yet, but I should know by mid next week.
To give you an idea on how serious they were about no individuality, the first thing they gave you when you walked in the door was a business card. The card has your name, age, gender, DOB, email address and an ID number, stamped with an ISP logo. For the testing, you cannot use your name. You use the ID number on the card they gave you.
That number is what identifies you, and sets you apart from each and every other individual that was there. No one else has that number.
Can't get much more individual that that.
resting in recliner before i go to bed
Sometimes the recliner is my bed.
Yup. After my back surgery, my recliner (with plywood inserted to make it a straight back) was my home for 2 weeks straight. I still fall asleep in my chair, on occasion, surrounded by my dogs.
Similar thing for me.
After the hip replacement almost 2 years ago the recliner was where I lived for almost 2 weeks.
As for the dog(s), well since Zoe passed away I have not found another to replace her.
You can never replace them, but you can add on. There are so many that have tons of love to offer, and so sad that they will never find their "forever" human. I wish I could provide a home for every stray in the world, but since that is not possible, I just enjoy the ones that I can care for, for as long as I can.
I won't ever "buy" another dog. I don't mind paying an adoption fee to rescue a pooch. The three I have are all rescues.
Here is a link to some more pictures of Zoe, and a short story of her life.
Miss Zoe - a set on Flickr
I will add more photos as I find them.
We babysit a friends Boston, that's enough for us. The poor fella's ears won't stand up though..lol
shooter, what happened to your Rot ?
He developed a huge tumor on his leg. He was a little "off" anyway, nothing like our first.
so sorry,the way the pics looked ive seen, Jenna loved him
I thought the same thing... I also thought: "I don't care what you call me as long as the check clears the bank"
Those times were rare..lol