Lord, Henning, it's a simile! You'll get this, whether you get those or not!
Sorry, simile is too close to smile for me to get right now...
Lord, Henning, it's a simile! You'll get this, whether you get those or not!
Lord, Henning, it's a simile! You'll get this, whether you get those or not!
Yeah, well, we still love ya . . .Sorry, simile is too close to smile for me to get right now...
Plus he is down under.Come on everyone...dont you know a smile is a frown when its turned upside down? So since Hennings life is kinda upside down right now...hes really smiling.
Me neither. I've given myself headaches trying.
Sorry, simile is too close to smile for me to get right now...
I'll bet a ride in Chip's Extra would put a smile on your face!
No offense to Chip's Extra, I love those planes and knowing that no matter what I do flying, I'll Gloc before I break it (though I don't really fly to those limits anymore, the eyeballs just can't deal with it anymore), it will hold second candle to Joe's T-28 (if that comes to pass) which has always been a favorite of mine. It can do the same dance that I like and reverberates throaty authorative and definite horsepower rather than screaming with it. You can just feel and hear the Cyclone dig into the air and move that mass... It just envelopes you in it's ability and says "Let's Rock."
I was thinking... if a guy loses a girlfriend who was cheating on him... and, a bunch of buddies take on the job of cheering him up... he suddenly has a means to building a ton of much-needed cross country time?
Hmmmm...
If you want to work around the farm while you regroup, we have LOTS of work to be done around here, including repairing machinery, and clearing trees at the ends of the runways.
I used to council kids who had witnessed violent crimes. One thing we did with them was to give them empty egg cartons to stomp and smash to express their feelings of anger. I finally tried it myself one time, and by golly, it worked.
No egg cartons here now so I have to just tape up my hands and work the heavy bag in my basement instead.
I tried fallin' once, didn't much care for it. Still need to try it under a canopy, though--that might be fun!
Not "ebonics", but rather "spelling" ...I ment it more this way..
"Man that woman is trifallin!!!" Ebonics
And on your way to his place, I have an empty bedroom between Peoria and Chicago! I've been praying from afar; this is the first time I've piped in, but we're here for you. There isn't much I can add. You strike me as the sort who'll manage to get through this. Just know you have folks you can fall back on to support you.Henning, if you decide you can wander north, I'll have 4 empty bedrooms 2 miles from an airport halfway between Chicago and Milwaukee.
Henning, if you decide you can wander north, I'll have 4 empty bedrooms 2 miles from an airport halfway between Chicago and Milwaukee.
And on your way to his place, I have an empty bedroom between Peoria and Chicago! I've been praying from afar; this is the first time I've piped in, but we're here for you. There isn't much I can add. You strike me as the sort who'll manage to get through this. Just know you have folks you can fall back on to support you.
I mean, we saved Nick, right?
Seriously, we look after our own.
Hey Henning,
You've got options...
http://www.yallwire.com/player/steveholybrandnewgirlfriend.html?mediatype=flv&bitrate=_700&x=17&y=12
What about shreading paper? That always helps me. I would have made a GREAT Enron employee.
What? Huh? LOLHuh?!? The Australian abuse of the English language still makes me cringe [...] "Didn't have me tucker ready so I pitched a right wobbly."
I guess your not going to be eating at Outback Steakhouse anytime soon eh?
I hear ya, Henning. When dreams die, they die hard. Having worked thru a few death of dreams recently, all I can say is hang in there, grieve, heal, and then focus on some new dreams or some other dreams that have been on the back burner. Acknowledging that it WAS a valid dream, and then admitting the dream has died helped me move on.Yeah, this one had a lot of the options I liked though. Losing the girl isn't all, though I will miss the companionship greatly. It's the loss of of the plans and the future vision... sigh.
Amen to that.The food sounds like NZ. You don't go there for the food, you go for the scenery.
Amen to that.
It is great not tipping and having all the tax included in the price, though. You actually pay the price on the menu. Imagine that!
I don't know about that side of the Tasman, but over here, I wish there was tipping. The service here is attrocious.