kbordson

Uncle Turtle... It's lunchtime and I'm bored.... is there anything entertaining on the dz.com website? Maybe a chickflick movie or some sammwiches?

Silly Remi, it's easy to understand.... One of the guys in the office or hangin out (jumpin/shootin/drinkin) sex kitten in the bedroom Does that explain it all?

See, now that's not right. Just cuz she's there doesn't mean that everything has to change. What's wrong with this new girl just being "one of the guys"?

After quotes like that, I'm thinking his career is about to end.

(edit to add - Gi's, boys, toys.... some of my favorite topics.... I do feel the need to chime in here ....) Wingnut, I'm confused... you make it sound like you have to choose between them. Why not get them all? Guns aren't like wives, they don't get jelous if you have more than one.... But even with your list, you still forgot the Accuracy International (or an M24), a Scorpion, a 1911 and a cute little M1 Carbine.... I remember a story at a 4th of July party once where a similiar situation happened, but it wasn't a washer - it was a refridgerator. An old kind. With the solid locking catch on the door. Note: do not "lock" the explosives inside stuffs - bad idea. As the ordnance was detonated, the handle seperated from the door and came launching back to the line in a straight trajectory.... lucky no one got seriously hurt!! (but after the fact, it was funny as hell!)

This was a few years back when I was stationed out in the middle of no-where... Had some friends from home visiting, and they wanted to see the "clubs"... mainly cuz the gentlemens clubs in WI are more for the gentlemen... Anyway, me and a group of about 3 guys go to the local club. I figure who'll know/who'll care. It just happens to be amateur night... and just as I'm walking past the stage (to go to the restroom - NOT to sign up)... I hear across the bar my rank and last name being yelled by one of the other nurses that works in the hospital .... and she's there with just about ALL of the pilots! (she was blonde, cute and bubbley... of course she had an entourage) I didn't know quite how to back pedal out of that one... but I did point out that she was there too.... I didn't go to that club, or the O Club for a few weeks after that....

Agree to some extent... there is a varied view between manipulators regarding the "manual medicine." Some like the "popping and cracking" cuz it makes them feel that something "real" was done. Others focus on the muscle energy and strengthening/stretching for relief. Osteopathic Dr.s are taught both types of techiniques (plus others). The ones they perfer to use, though, depends on their mindset/personality. I honestly don't use manipulation in my field... but I do help out friends and family. I prefer to start with the soft (massage, relaxing the tight muscles), then once the resistance is gone (and IF the person is wanting it) move to the harder (called HVLA - high velocity, low amplitute forces) I personally think that the muscle stuffs is FAR more important than the "adjusting"... pluse the person-person contact is so important. We don't really touch each other as much as we should anymore.... (and no, I don't mean to refer back to the sex on the dz thread) But part my reason for my techinque is cuz it's for friends and I don't care if I'm spending 10min or 30min doing it. If your charging for it, then they have to take in how many patients are scheduled, what is cost-effective, what will make the pts. come back.... business type stuffs.

Meanie.....

Sorry if it seemed that I was "ridiculing" WW - not intended.... I was just wanting to point out that ideas of "success" and "failure" are based on personal perspective. There's just a lot more to a person than just job status and accomplishments.... Karen

Just long enough for me to exhale... concentrate..... relax and place just that 2.5pounds of pressure on the trigger...... p.s. I think we really "high jacked" this thread.... editted again cuz I came back after the movie and realized that I had wrong units.... stoopid units....

No doubt..........women are all upitty these days. Carrying guns, driving, voting. WTF is the world coming to? Careful there... I can hit a mansized target at a thousand yards... the real question is, do you consider yourself a "man sized" target?

What ever happened to the days when you could find a hot chick, shoot the guy she was with, club her, and drag her back to your ranch. I mean.........you get arrested for stuff like that now. Or she shoots back....

LOL, except it would only be 19 (that's all the rounds the Glock 17 will hold). Of course, I could re-load.........or get the +2 extenders, that would give me 21 rounds....... Derek THAT IS SOOOO FUNNY!!!!!!! Skycat, don't lose that one. He has a GREAT sense of humor!!!!!

Glad to see some support!! I have strong masonic ties, and regularily donate to the different hospitals. They do good things. (and the cloak/dagger and hidden history is always good for the stories...)

Agreed.... You can be a "complete success"... not so hard on the eyes, married for 10 years, completed medical school, done the military thing, everybodys image of the "perfect life" ... and still feel like a "loser." Or you can be a "total waste" ... living at home, no steady job, no real goals and be content with the passage of time Money, jobs, intellect.... all can be secondary to self-perception. What's more important than social success is what is felt, by you about you and also what is felt by others about you. The biggest compliment that I can get is that I'm a good friend.... Prince Edward: Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough. (Knights Tale) Not saying that having goals isn't important... self challenge is fun, but the true mark of success is a band of support around you to keep you from doing the stupid things.... Cuz in time, we all do stupid things.

And all the fun you're missin..... I'd tell you stories, but what happens at the pub.... edit after sunshine spilled the beans

It sounds like you have quite a few blessings there! Nice of you to share them.

I got to jump this past weekend in ZHills. LOVED IT!!! Only got one jump, but here's the story. I flew down this past weekend to do some jumps and spend some time with B Raff. Saturday, not so nice at the dropzone, clouds, wind, whatnot, but lots of talk about jumping and there was all the "planning" for a fourway jump on the next day... So Sunday, BEAUTIFUL!! Go to wake up Bill - no dice, headache and way to tired. Run out to the Dropzone myself. The other guy in the fourway, Roy, is sleepin it off too! I get him out of bed and make him get ready to jump only to have his dad catch up with him and talk him into filming his jump with a 12 way.... So I go to find the female in our group... She working in the office and since it was such a beautiful day, is way to busy to take a break to jump with me... so now my four-way is a one-way. Roy feels bad and grabs a friend of his to have him jump with me so that I can at least jump with someone. His friend (sorry, I forgot his name, a very nice Canadian instructor type) says "sure, I'll jump with her" then asks how many jumps I have... 101. He cringes... maybe not visibly... but deep down, the Earth could feel the pull. He asks what I need work on. I'm willing to practice anything... It's all good is my response. ("all good"? he's just thinking - "I'm just going to have to chase her "all good" tumbling tail all over the sky") But, he's a good sport and agrees to jump with me. I wobbled my exit (excuse warning: cuz I'm used to the slow lil Cessnas now not the big wonderful Otters) but got it solid, did every thing he asked, maybe not as snappy as the golden knights, but nice and smooth... no problems, and no chasing me hither and yon. I get down, parachute repacked, and go over to debrief. The first words out of his mouth were "Do you know what a windtunnel is?" Ummmm.... yes. "How much time do you have in a windtunnel?" ummmm.... about a mornings worth - maybe 3-4 hours... "What tunnel did you use?" and then... "Who do you know?" I was greatly amused!!! I love it when I get to smash bad assumptions!!

Girls gotta leave her options open And her whip hand strong. Its not so much the strength of the muscles, but the confidence of the movement.... in all things.

Girls gotta leave her options open

Princess Bride is SO not a chick flick! Would a guy go to it with other guys? Only if they are REALLY secure. So it should be a chick flick. (not to say that it's not the most perfect movie around... but still a chick flick)

Planes, Trains and Automobiles (1987) How about this... classic chick flick!! "Oh, Farm boy..."

Sides - i DO believe that Remster - by his last post here - has just given the green light to you for whatever you want to say. OK.. game on, but if Chuckie gets mad (or skymama gets shocked), I'm hiding behind a turtle shell (they are bullet proof, aren't they) and pointing at your naked ass. Lessons continued: You start whining about some soreness... and keep flinching and moving your hands back to your soft rear. Out of concern for you, I decide that I need to protect your hands. I gently take your left wrist and place it into the soft restraints and lead you to the open doorway to the bathroom, securing the end to the scroll metal work in the corners. I then grasp your right hand, kissing the soft aspect of the inner wrist, with a touch of teasing tongue... and in a similiar fashion, restrain it up above your head. The soft restaints are for your protection... and for your pleasure... you can feel a firm tug against them, but the resistence holds. You know that if you truly try, you could break them.. they are just soft fur lined bands... but you know that if you do break them, then I will be forced to get the zip ties out... and you don't want to be that naughty... do you? So you become more behaved now, and then the lessons continue with the toys.... We already discussed the slap, the crop and the cat... so now, as sunshine recommended, we use the packing paddle. I first move the smooth wood over your ass, and down the back of your thighs, starting with soft taps against the fleshy part of your ass... But you keep turning, trying to watch me in the little black ensamble... distracting, I know... but, I don't want you to have a stiff neck... so, out of love and kindness... I take out the silk blindfold.... So now you stand there... hearing me move about, feeling my breath over your shoulders... knowing that my breasts would be just inches from your bare back ... then my breath down your back.... and then soft bites, nibbles at your ass.... you recognize "teeth." A little to easy, a quick learner.... so I move on to a harder challenge, and you feel the heavy thickness move solidly against you. Shocking, but exciting... You try to picture what it could be, confused... if felt like the paddle, but we had already done that.... (ummm... how's that for a naughty lesson.... and would you believe me if I said I was all talk too? )

Wait for it, . . . wait for it. . . let her take the bait all the way before you set it. School time.... edit: ok, I can see that I may have scared all the boys away... but the men too?! Just waiting to see where you go from here - That was pretty basic - What I want to know is where and how you would use restraints, and other accessories.

Wait for it, . . . wait for it. . . let her take the bait all the way before you set it. School time.... This.... *slap* is my hand as I draw back my slender hand and gently punish you for such ignorance. Striking with just enough force to produce the distinct sound and raise a faint red hint of a mark on your bare ass. (it's an art that needs to be practiced) *snap* is the feel of the crop as I level it sharply in an "encouraging" manner. *snap/slap/slap/slap* is the cat as I lightly flick it across your now sensitive ass. But the best part is kissing the boo-boo's..... (what can I say, I'm either a sucker for bait.... or just plain naughty.) edit: ok, I can see that I may have scared all the boys away... but the men too?!