this one case where second best Dont work out !!!
Sorry to hear of this , stay strong , this to shall pass

Good luck friend. Hurry back.

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Sorry to hear that, Lookout. Good luck.

Best of luck, Lookout. I hope you recover quickly and I wish you and your family the best.

Hope you get it sorted soon Lookout. Hurry back. *hugs*

Ouch, that really sucks. Hope things are better soon.

Lookout, I was going to make some smart comment about the $100 for Clodfobble finishing her count down, but I just can't do it.

I hope you get things straightened out.

Good luck man. Focus all your energy and get it done.

If you deal with this the way you deal with asshole soccer coaches, I have no doubt you'll be back where you should be in short order. meanwhile perhaps we should change your name to Luckout123 ;)

How about, Lookup123?

Good luck, lookout. Hope things are fixed in as painless a way as possible. :/

yeah i guess luckout has two interpretations...

Get back soon, I can tell people are already thinking about whom they'll kick in the cunt while you're gone.

Be well and go take care of that which needs to be dealt with.

I'm so sorry, L. I'm very scared of something similar happening with my own company, even though I'm just a sole proprietor for now. I'm not the best at managing those little administrative details the way I should. It'll pass, and you'll be stronger for it.

Just a bump in the road, for a winner. You'll deal with this. :thumb:

Good luck with it LO.

What jinx said.
Work it out, and good luck with it.

All my best thoughts to you
Sorry to hear this has set you back

Sending positives vibes your way Lookout!

As a buddy of mine's Scottish soccer coach used to say:
"Ya can put the ball in the net laddie, but fer Crissakes do some road work."
Do the laps, we know you can, and get back in here; We miss you already!

My best piece of ceramics got broken. 'Swhat happens when you use stuff, though. But still :(

Rest In Pieces, butter dish

Oh Monster that is one big quelle Dommage. Cool glaze on that sucker. Is it beyond glue or are you one who believes in the unviolated sanctity of ceramics?

You don't have to quit butter though! there is hope.

smash the pieces into smaller smithers (smithereens, if you will) and re glue them to form a new sort of pastiche or melange or what have you and make something new. A phoenix arising from the smashes!

onlly the handle is bust. glue, stop using, try to make another....

*sigh*

I just cameback from ceramics/pub with a pie dish to match....

As always, THIS DAMN JOB. :mad2:

My upper respiratory infection and my very naughty drunken behavior last night.

Naughty? I must have missed the naughty part. I thought things were fairly tame.

You left faaar too early, then...

Good luck, Lookout.

Horse dude is in hospital....he does security on the weekends and got king hit with a baseball bat during a hold up at a service station.

Oh and I am back at work.

Health issues? What's wrong?

The thing that's upsetting me today is leaving Friday night chat before MTP got really naughty.

So now you're getting screwed a different way. :(

Best wishes for Lookout (and Horse-guy).

Say, is chat archived anywhere?

Yeah, and its really disappointing.

Horse dude is back at work.....:right: ...friggen workaholic.

Yeah, turns out, ya did miss it. Sorry Ibz and Fstop.

I woke up to Sarah Palin's less than soothing voice on the radio this morn. 4, 8, 12, or 16 years of that...

I slipped and fell right on my face at school this afternoon.

Holy Fuck, Ibby.....that looks painful.

Whats dental like over there?

Did you go to the dentist?

yeah.. it looked a lot worse before the dentist patched it up.

Oooooooooooooow!
You poor thing.
That looks hellishly painful.

A friend of mine collapsed with dehydration in a club one summer and bit right through her lower lip. She had the added indignity of the club security telling the ambulance staff that she must be on drugs and having to painfully enunciate to the hospital that she wasn't.

Hope you get fixed up as good as new!

Bad news in my life: the cleaner’s daughter brought her dog in this morning (a Staffordshire Bull Terrier no less) and it chased Diz under the floorboards in the bathroom before I grabbed it and ejected it

He can get out – he’s been down there before - but he might not want to for a few days
When I left home he was growling rhythmically, probably as much to comfort himself as in protest
He wasn’t even interested in the ham I was dangling (and enticing saying, “Look! Hammy-ham-ham!”
I'm going to go back at lunchtime and check he's okay. Well, if not okay then at least still breathing.

When I went downstairs they all found it quite funny
I think I will go round to her house and scare her dog so much that he lies under a bed whimpering and refusing to come out for days and then have a good old belly laugh about it

Present company excepted of course, but dog owners are evil. Even Jesus said so - it was cut out of the Sermon on the Mount during the Middle Ages.

OW Ibz! How am I supposed to drunkenly make out w/ you now?

That sucks Sundae! I have my dogs, but I would be really upset if they caused that kind of trouble to someone's cat. Of course, the only one that would is the black lab, and I don't take him places that he could. Although, he catches cats in our yard, but their dumb for not paying attention to the "Beware Dog" signs :). Our cat sits in the window and purposely taunts him, the screen on my parents' window is all torn up from him losing his head and going after the cat. Hehe, that cat is evil.

Ibz....good thing you didn't have that when you and I and MTP were fiddling about. I'd have been about set off by that pic, damn does that look painful. Worst thing I can think of any kind of impact trauma would be to the teeth. Hit my head, hit my body, hit my legs, but good Lord, don't hit my teeth.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, NASA is worried that they're running out of astronauts.
Send me the fuck up there! I don't care, it's cool with me!

Our dog is afraid of our cats(of course he is also afraid of the mixer, the blender, brooms and mops, and oddly - square things in general)

We have a cat that wants to be a dog. We call her the 'puppy cat'. She's the only cat that's allowed outside because she doesn't really do anything except follow the dogs around. If they run to the fence because someone's going past, she runs to the fence. If they sit on their beds, she sits there with them. If they lay in my garden, she lays in the garden.

I wont be surprised at all if i hear her start barking one day.

I used to have a cat that loved to ride in our car. He would even hang his head out the window like a dog. That, and the fact that he weighed 20 lbs (and was not a fat cat) got him a lot of stares

My brother's family used to include a smoke coloured cat by the name of Frank. My dog, my mum's dog and the puppy my brother brought in to Frank's domain, were all completely terrorized by Frank.

On one memorable occasion, Dante (mum's dog, Pilau's bro) came howling out of the living room with Frank hissing behind him. Dan was about 13 weeks old at the time, he was so frightened he was actually shitting as he ran...

Frank also had a penchant for riding my brother's Rhodesian Ridgeback, once it had grown-up. Nothng like a fatdog running round the house trying to dislodge a screeching cat...

Of course, outside the house he was a cat that got chased...by the dogs he had quite effectively trained to be wary of cats :P

It's not making me unhappy, but just an update.
No sight not sound nor sign of Diz anywhere last night. I searched the whole flat. He hadn't even touched the ham I left temptingly on the bathroom steps.

I convinced myself he had died of fright somewhere under the floorboards.
Then about 04.00 this morning I had the pat pat pat of Diz trying to removed my eye-mask. I made a sleepy fuss of him and we snuggled til the morning, when I overslept and was woken by Martin the owner who is covering while John is away. He's intensely Irish, about 70, foul mouthes, pessimistic and deaf as a post (when he wants to be).

So there I was, naked, legs akimbo, and Martin is halfway into the room saying, "Bejesus, whit taime de ye hev ta be at work? Ye'll be fecking late so ye will" etc etc, all the time sneaking a peek at my norks and lady garden!

Anyway, the upshot is Diz was in hiding again when I got up, but at least I know he's okay. And at least I'm not working with Martin tonight!

Sundae, you are, as always, a gem of a storyteller. that out of the way, I am soooooooo glad you've Diz back...I was worried there.

And you're so lucky---getting told off my an old Irishman. What a treat! :) Reminds me of my grandpap...

I have a cowboy hat the size of a grape which is causing me pain all the time. Never had one before.

(you know what I'm talking about)

Holy cats woman you are flexible!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akimbo

From the same article:
I wasn't merely bent, I was splayed (short for displayed I fear)

haha I pictured your legs bent up around your waist!

I love you Sundae! Norks and lady garden? I LMAO!

The dentist's receptionist/assistant/office manager called me yesterday.

"Hello MrV, I'm just calling to remind you of your appointment tomorrow."

"When are you going to stop calling me!?"

"hahaha... um.."

"Ok. I'll be there. But I'm running out of teeth to drill."

I leave in ten minutes. :groan:

SD-I'm glad Diz is alright, he just needs some time to completely recover.

F3-No I don't know what you're talking bout, prob don't want to know, but I hope it gets better.

BV-I feel for ya, I've gotten to go to the dentist a lot. None of my baby teeth fell out on their own.

Me: I'm kinda melancholic/pensive, I'm missing a good friend who basically disappeared on me about half a month ago. No idea whats going on and I'm full of doubts and worries. He's been on my mind all day. Also my date is postponed 'till next weekend, although not that bad, just more time for me to get nervous about it.

I agree, you are quite the storyteller. Eloquent in the wording, there.
Something inside me pictured Billy Connolly doing this one. :cool:

As well, while I'm at it, that lucky fucker, picking about his eyes on the lady garden. That devil.

I work at one of the big Investmant Banking firms in Manhattan and there have been reporters lined up all around the outside of our building all day long and everytime I step out they keep asking if they can ask me a few questions. When I tell them I have no comment they follow me to my little smoking spot and just start asking away, "what's the general 'feeling' upstairs?", "how do you feel about blah blah blah?", and the crazy part is they got both entrances covered so it's like we're trapped in here.

It's fucking cloudy again.

How are cowboy hats like hemorrhoids?

Sooner or later every asshole gets one!