A lovely gift, Laura, and so beautifully given. Thank you to your benefactor.
One hour to live? To be that precise? You'd already be unconscious and on life support. The discussion would have been with your next of kin.
*sigh* okay...taking off my scrubs...
In the most theoretical of senses, I'd simply kiss each of my sons on the forehead, tell them that their mother loves them, that love transcends death, and that Mum needed to go lie down for a bit. Then I'd take my oldest aside and tell him to call for an ambulance in 75 minutes.
I make a mental note of the page number. Always have. So much easier.
Well...hi, again, Rump Regulars. Cheery news from This Week in Jen's Life: Ankle doesn't require surgery! Yay! It's already begun calcifying in, so that's about as good away to sustain a fracture of the medial malleolus as possible.
Less cheery news: Hank, our beloved 11 year old Turkish Angora, passed away quite suddenly, quietly and without any anticipatory symptoms, whilst sitting next to youngest on the sofa. Just fucking put his head down and died. Did CPR on him for twenty or more fucking minutes, until my oldest son me off of him, saying, "He's dead, Mum. Hank's dead."
Even my veterinarian, upon learning from her receptionist that a friend was bringing Hank's body up to her clinic to be picked up for cremation, thought that the receptionist had mixed up pets and that Norman, my 9 y/o Great Pyrenees, was the one who had passed.
Turns out, as diagnosed through posthumous chest films, that Hank had cardiomyopathy, or CHF. Which presents in cats as sudden death; cats are apparently the only mammals who don't show the typical signs of CHF (shortness of breath being the primary symptom in other mammals). So "sudden death" is the only way to diagnose CHF in cats, unless it happens to be caught as an incidental finding when the cat is undergoing chest x-ray for another reason.
In worse news, a "friend" whom I've known IRL for approximately four years was found, quite by accident, to pretty much have lied about every single damn aspect of his life to everyone he knows, including me. So that was fabulous, too.
Bill, please. Set me up with two doubles of whatever passes as Scotch around here, and send down two Drambuie chasers. Thank you kindly.
Seattle, WA, USA. 2326 Friday.
Like Milik said, hiding a piece (or making them "not visible") should make the story inaccessible via any link. You still have access to the story, but no one else can access it, even if they have a link to the story.
I've only hidden one piece--a truly awful poem that I hid after it hit 4.8--and as far as I could tell, it wasn't accessible from anywhere except my own account, logged in as myself. I eventually tired of even having listed in the total number of pieces posted on the site, and killed it entirely. I didn't follow up much after I hid it, though, so it's quite possible that it does take 24 hours or so to turn a valid link into a 404 page.
Considering two pots of coffee as qualifying as my entire dietary requirement for twelve hours...definitely not good.
There's a stupidly easy way to get around the whole "designated transgender" washroom thing--when building new schools or remodelling old schools, include at least one "family" or "ADA accessible" washroom. These are washrooms that are very much a thing in other public spaces.
It's not rocket science, and it's not difficult or expensive to add to a school's design. For example, when the high school now attended by my oldest son was demolished, the new construction plans included four of these type of washrooms. Anyone of any sex can use them, and they are not designated as "transgender friendly" washrooms; they're just washrooms. So unless Trump decides that single-occupant restrooms are something he needs to address, then we're good.
Bullets can take crazy trajectories upon leaving the chamber of any given rifle and then again upon first impact, all dependent upon literally thousands of variables. There is no conspiracy. No "magic bullet". Just basic physics. Sorry to disappoint.
Let it go. That thread, as with the multitudes of other Trump-related threads, was either a trainwreck or well on its way to becoming one.
You referred to "paying members" somehow having a vested interest in knowing the "why" behind the decision to lock or delete a thread. Well, I'm a paying member, and perhaps I just don't have enough vested interested in threads in which I post, but I wouldn't have handed over payment for my membership if I had any concerns about the skills and abilities of the mods to make conservative decisions regarding the locking or deleting of threads.
I have enough going on in my real life, I'm not about to let anything that happens on Lush cause me angst.
For myself and my boys? Season tickets in perpetuity to Mariners games. A second house on Vancouver Island, with funds set aside to again maintain the house in perpetuity.
The rest would be evenly divided between Planned Parenthood, Heifer International, and 22Kill.
Nope. Not a chance. My lower age limit is seven years younger; I don't have an upper age limit.
I don't know. Do men generally look better in a military dress/fire dress or bunker/police uniform? Yes. Does the uniform itself make me instantly more interested than I might otherwise be? No.
Volunteering and working with state troopers on a regular basis has pretty much made me immune to the uniform--I respect the person and the rank, not the uniform. Same with paramedics and fire/rescue; I work with them on a professional basis, so there really isn't anything going on there.
I should also say to those who think that men in uniform, especially with regards to peace officers in uniform, are somehow more conservative or right-leaning than other men, that from what I can tell this is not the case. Not at all.
The one caveat is that I do work almost exclusively with troopers, who in this state are granted universal jurisdiction and are thus subject to far more stringent screening and recruitment requirements. Most, if not all, have at least a bachelor's degree, and those degrees come from very diverse fields--things like forestry, geology, IT, the hard sciences. So it may well be different on the city or county level, where officers or deputies are required only to have a high school diploma, or perhaps an A.A. in Criminal Justice, and thus don't have the sort of worldview that the guys with whom I interact hold.
Point being, the OP's question was why don't women like men in uniform (and FF's especially). We do. It's just that the uniform has to hold a man worth our attentions.
Honestly, it took me a lot longer to learn to deal with my height than it did to accept my body as it changed through the course of three pregnancies.
Don't know why, I was crazy self conscious until I was about 25 regarding my height, but self conscious about my hips and ass and breasts and the little bit of extra padding that came after birthing three children? Not so much.
Oddly, when I inadvertently lost a rather scary huge amount of weight following shoulder surgery in November of 2015, I was very, very self-aware, very self-conscious. I eventually regained most of the weight--I'm now back to a solid 185 lbs., at 6'--but I was terribly self conscious of my "skinny" look in public during the time that I was struggling to first stop losing weight, and then regain the weight back.
OP, this particular BBW woman doesn't "hide". Do I go out in supertight short skirts and crazy unattractive clothing? No. I dress myself appropriately, always (work is easy--scrubs, scrubs, or possibly, scrubs).
Maybe it's your approach that makes women like myself and other posters feel singled out? I don't really see a difference between a guy looking for a thin woman and a guy looking for a heavier woman--they're both basing their judgment of the woman solely on her body type. Which is not attractive. Just saying.
Hey all. Hannah, I'll locate Jen's birthday thread and post her the best of birthday wishes.
Please all do some serious drinking this week and next, as I am unable to do so myself.
Due to a combination of things, I took a misstep at work, rolled my R ankle medially (foot inward), sustained multiple fractures and likely soft tissue damage. This ankle was reconstructed by my orthopaedic surgeon in 2014, using cadaver tissue to replace a lateral ligament and my Achilles tendon, and so I am scheduled to see him on the 22nd, and he's already taken the liberty of scheduling an OR suite en bloc Friday 2/23, as he expects to cut and put Humpty Dumpty's ankle back together in proper order.
Still working, because fuck pain. Fortunately, my ortho doc understands that I deal so much better with pain if I'm doing something besides dwelling on the topic, so he's cleared me to work up until the surgery date. Ankle is splinted six ways to Sunday, so I walk a bit like a Frankenstein in clogs and scrubs, but better to be working than sitting around. Besides, last I checked, the laundry doesn't do itself, the lawn doesn't mow itself, the bathrooms sure as Hell don't clean themselves...point being, if I'm going to be noncompliant, I might as well be drawing pay whilst doing it.
Anyway. Lots of ibuprofen on board. No narcotics, obviously. Apologies to Jeff and Mike and Hannah, I'll be out of the commission, with regards to writing, for a wee bit.
No, I do not believe in astrology. It's a pseudo-science. That said, I am a Virgo, but possibly also a Leo, based on NASA's data regarding the current order of the universe. Doesn't matter.
Professionally waxed completely, from the navel down to the knees, front and back. I've had this done every three to four weeks for about 14 years now, started with a Brazilian, found it didn't hurt much, and then found a really great aesthetician and have stuck with her.
I prefer waxing to shaving because honestly? Shaving is just a pain. Plus the whole balancing and gravity thing in the shower--Newton's Laws don't like me much.
Now, since I've had my pussy waxed so often for so long, even the regrowth required for a new waxing is just a sort of fine, downy texture, no stubble, no itch. For me, it's actually relaxing, but again, I have a great aesthetician. I kind of zone out. If pain is an issue for you, take ibuprofen ~45 minutes before your appointment, and if the spa doesn't provide "spa music", bring headphones and listen to whatever relaxes you. Turn your phone off, close your eyes, think about how nice it is to have some time to yourself, and it'll be over in a second.
Found out today that I am scheduled for an insane amount of hours next week--tomorrow (Sunday) through next Saturday. Toss in OT and I believe that I may well have forgotten my own name by end of shift next Saturday. Somebody, take up the drinking of Drambuie in my absence.
I dread the day when the divine Ms. Sprite kneecaps me. Seriously, at 6', without shoes, I quiver in fear of anyone--especially women--under 5'5".
I'm fortunate enough to now have as a s/o a loving, attentive man who is an easy 6'3". He doesn't care if I best him in height whilst in heels or clogs or whatever. I count myself very blessed.
On private property? Like in a dressing room? No. Just no. Stupid. You and your partner could well be trespassed from the establishment (and if it's in a mall, from the entire mall) for up to a year. Not worth it.
NATO 5.56 ammunition prices.