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We pressure she will be gone soon. Hospice means no longer kicking in her pace maker or whatever, so it won't be long now. My mom called me at 9am this morning, 6am her time, sobbing. With that on top of a lot of work stuff that isnt great, man drama, and a personal health issue (no not an std - I know someone will say that)... Times are tough. I can control work enough to hopefully make that a little better. I can try to control man drama but really there is no way to do that except back away from it.



EW.


Yes, exactly. Venting. Thank you for caring and understanding. Hugs to you too. How are you?




She lived alone.

Ok to blog I will let u know! It's anonomys though... No pics of me.

Sucks u kicked a hole in your door, but lol!



NYC style deadbolts have to be drilled.
as in deadbolt goes into hole drilled in jamb?
if so, that would be all style deadbolts, not a NYC thang.
but I was referring to entry locks, (which are also drilled)
persuading a properly installed deadbolt is a tab it more involved:cop:


All typos are because I did all this on my iPhone and it's hard to go back and edit.

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if just an entry lock then
next time jimmy the door open w/ 1 of your other cards, license, whatever...
short version: jamb a stiff card b/t door jamb and bolt using strike plate to guide card.
couple forcefull thrust to wedge card at the bolt and door opens

I spend 20 minutes to replace my deadbolts when I lost my keys. Went to home depot got the deadbolts and used a screwdriver. Wished I lived in NY so I can find suckers to pay me $440 to do it.
 
Why do people who run as a hobby feel compelled to brag about their running accomplishments any chance they get?

So you ran eight ultra-marathons and I'm supposed to think more of you as a coworker? You're probably fucked in the head! You work a desk job! We'll never ask you to deliver a letter 40 miles away in record time!

And why are you still chubby? I have an excuse, I'm a lazy bastard and I'm not trying to come off as saintly!

I really don't like you!

:mrmonkey:
 
Why do people who run as a hobby feel compelled to brag about their running accomplishments any chance they get?

So you ran eight ultra-marathons and I'm supposed to think more of you as a coworker? You're probably fucked in the head! You work a desk job! We'll never ask you to deliver a letter 40 miles away in record time!

And why are you still chubby? I have an excuse, I'm a lazy bastard and I'm not trying to come off as saintly!

I really don't like you!

:mrmonkey:

What's with the smilie after that comment? Are you making a correlation between the two?

For the record: I like all peoples, it's the things that people do that I hate! Big difference!
 
I was mocking my own abuse of the exclamation mark MrM!

OMG! My bad! Good job with it! It's catching on I think!

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Yeah runners - I dunno.

I always want to give them the news that they can get a bicycle. It seems so much better for multiple reasons. But I guess you just leave them be.

My sister is a runner. And I have known others who are serious about their running. I generally default to "supportive" when they start talking about it. :dunno:



Actually I think I can relate to part of it. It is a big part of my psychology to take some quantifiable activity and then just keep working at it and finding little ways, through physical and mental advances, to continuously improve and increase my score. Running would certainly fit that with personal best times at various distances and whatnot.

But then so would cycling.

(Get a bike.)
 
When I join a new company, I don't go around shaking hands and adding that I'm really good at picking games against stale spreads, do I?

I don't brag about the fact that I can play Portrait of Tracy upside-down on a right-handed guitar, do I?

Maybe I should.
 
I have nothing against people who run, or against people who engage in any activity.

What I despise is people who are defined by their hobby. Running-as-a-lifestyle. Mountain-hiking-as-a-lifestyle. Motorcycling-as-a-lifestyle.

You're obsessed. Calm down.
 
Perhaps I am taking an odd tangent here but this recent discussion reminded me of my ex. She is a breast cancer survivor who gets really pissed off by people who (a) define themselves that way and most particularly (b) try to drag her into that whole circle-jerk.

She has just moved on and doesn't give it any particular thought and I admire that.
 
Heh, runners.

Always see them when driving around downtown Columbus, running close to your car. I always have the urge of hitting them ever so lightly with the car, just to see them topple over. Same with cyclists.

This past weekend, the weather was nice, so I decided to copy these health freaks and went on a run. Was from my apartment to Chipotle and back. With a chicken burrito, with chips and guacamole in hand.

I went on a run.