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about half of all the dogs i ever had, loved to gnaw on the baseboards at the corners. they had plenty of chew toys to ignore. next time i'll just buy some trim. hahahaha even the trim wasn't as bad as waking from a nap to find the pups had chewed an 8" hole in the middle of a wall, ripped out the insulation, and distributed little bits of it all over the house. these days, they're happy stealing from the bathroom trash can or digging trenches in the yard. they don't chew on trim or walls anymore.

i'm 58 now, (well, in 2 more months) i split with ex#2 when i was 52. it was hard, and i would have stayed in the game, because i made a promise before God. however, she was not willing. cest la vie. i am a firm believer that if both parties want to work it out, they can. both times i was married, the wife wanted out no matter what. i won't pretend that i played no role in the failure of those marriages, but these days, i just feel like keeping score over who was the bigger dummy is pointless. marriage counselors are notorious for having failed marriages themselves. i would take their advice with a grain of salt. i tried counseling twice with the second wife. the first time, neither of us liked the guy, who was in the middle of his second divorce, btw, so we went looking for another. the second attempt, was a far different experience. however, when she told my wife that she was abusive, i knew there and then it would be our last session. we walked out of her office, and sure enough, the wife told me there was no point to returning, she wanted out. maybe being tired of your job is just something that happens, i don't know. i just know i've been a sheet metal worker for 37 years, and i'm tired of it too. if i could find something i didn't hate, that would cover my bills, i'd quit the local that very same day and never look back. however, it's all i know how to do. i don't think anyone's going to pay me a living wage to mop floors or work at home depot. when the local calls, i'll be going back to work. it was hard letting go of my 2nd marriage. i was miserable, and so was she, but i did love her, just the same. that said, being single now, i enjoy the living daylights out of it. i have no intention of ever so much as dating ever again. me and my dogs is all i need anymore. full disclosure, i never made it past 11 years with either marriage, so i don't know how helpful my advice will be. you're probably far better at being a husband than i ever was if you're going to make a serious attempt at counseling, it pays to be choosy. if you don't think the counselor you end up with is right for you, seek another. i did, and it was one of the few things i did that was actually smart.

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as a sheet metal worker, i always make jokes about die hard. the scene where he crawls through the ductwork is sooo not possible. there's no screws poking through, no turning vanes in the elbows, and no security bars. there are no motor operated dampers, no fire dampers, no humidifiers , probes, or other equipment that would definitely be in there if it were duct in an airport. it's also not filthy inside, which it would definitely be irl

my christmas season movie is crouching tiger, hidden dragon. i watch it at least 3 times a year, because it's the greatest movie ever put on film. this was literally my driveway from july to the end of november. the guy had 2 rooms upstairs, but lived in his van, in my driveway. not a camper. a van. i think i'm done renting out rooms for a while.

exactly that dude - if them things are tapered, they ain't for swallowin' ?

the difference is up to y'all two. personally, i always resented the state being involved in my relationship. if i make a promise i want it to stand on my own integrity, and i don't want it complicated by the government. if i say i'll do something or not do something, then i don't want that diluted by the illusion that i was coerced into keeping it by implied consequences from the state. my promise is between me and my woman, and God.

all i can say from experience, that doesn't hinge on how much of the problem i was vs her, (because no one in their right mid absolves themselves totally) is, when i'm single, i have money, free time, and no guilt. most importantly, i can poop with the bathroom door open

as for marriage stats, it depends how you compile them, what answer you get. i can tell you that if you look at marriages that fail by the time they reach 10 yrs, the rate is far higher than 50%. i have seen threads like this one on many forums. you always get a few people who say things like oh, things are not so bad, i have been married 35 years to my best friend. well, what most people fail to realize is, in these times, you have a better chance of seeing bigfoot or win the lottery. one of the biggest drivers for marriage failure is the court system. statistically, women cheat more than men do. however, pay attention to what happens in either case, in the courts, and among those peoples friends. when a man cheats, he is a monster. when a woman cheats, the man is at fault for working too much or not putting the toilet seat down. women have no accountability. this is especially true in family court. women get custody of the kids, regardless of circumstances, most of the time. men are driven into poverty over child support, and if they fail on payments, they lose their license, and can end up in jail. the courts do not care why you fell behind. job lay offs, illness & injury, does not matter. however, if a woman falls behind, crickets. too bad, so sad, sorry about your luck. if a man is abusive, the woman has many places to turn for support. if a woman is abusive, men have nothing. if they speak up, it is considered unmanly. far more men commit suicide over divorce than women. the entire thing is so lopsided, marriage these days is a fools errand. marriage is a contract that you don;t get to know the terms of, until it is dissolved. if any of you think i am wrong about this, i encourage you to look up the early works of jordan peterson karen straughn, and paul elam on the subject of mens rights and red pilling. what you learn from them will be an eye opener to say the least.

i ran one of my fingers through a slitter once. the kevlar glove kept it from cutting my finger off, but it flattened it like a piece of paper. it looked like a cartoon. i had to sit in the waiting room for 7 hours waiting to see a surgeon, the only hand surgeon in 3 states was busy that day. i left the waiting room and went to 2 other hospitals, and returned. they never knew i was gone. hahaha when i was about 13, i found one of the (older) neighborhood kids hanging from a freeway overpass. drug dealers killed him. it was a sunday morning, i was going to the marsh to check muskrat traps. at first, i thought it was a prank. then i realized i knew the coat, and guessed who it was. looking back on it now, i'm surprised it didn't freak me out.

as a sheet metal worker, i get cut alot, and don't even know until someone says "hey! you're bleedin all over the place!" blood doesn't bother me. often times i'm the guy who will patch you up if you get injured on the job but don't need an actual doctor, or if you need lookin after before leaving the site to see one. i have had metal and other things stab through my hands, arms, legs, etc. i've seen other people have that happen to them, it doesn't bother me to see that either. but needles? forget about it. i don't want to see it. makes no sense, i know that. but it's how i am for whatever reason.

by my eye (i'm no pilot, just a recovering flight sim addict) the p63 lost situational awareness, and couldn't see the b17. he was in a left bank, probably looking for his flight leader to his left, and the descent, relative speed, and bank angle all combined to create a horrible tragedy. i would also guess (of course i don't actually know) that the air boss also shares some responsibility. edit: if you look up the p63, the cockpit has poor visibility, and it wasn't the most maneuverable plane, even when it was current.

i'm one who tends to throw big-"ish" baits. phishli is pretty spot on with his statement about it not being the be-all/end-all. for me, i find that the time of year, location, and the moon phase seem to have this relationship i don't entirely understand. in the places i fish regularly, it seems that certain places consistently hold big fish, at certain times of the year. they don't seem to be there all the time. i have noticed some places i seem to have better success on the new moon, and some seem better on the full moon. i imagine if i was smart enough to keep a log, i might learn something. however, i'm pretty lazy, and sometimes i just go fishing so i can throw a lure and reel it back in.

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when i was 17, i had a really cool dog. she was part shephard, part collie. at the time, i was living with my sister and her husband. on her (the dog's) first christmas eve, they went out to a christmas party, and i went to see my girlfriend. when i came home, i found our 8' christmas tree laying on it's side. i could not find ANY of the lights, the wires were all that were left. lucky it wasn't plugged in. you know those little metal caps on the top of a christmas ornament that holds the hook? i couldn't find ANY of those either. bark and needles had been stripped from the tree in many places. i was really scared. we took her to the vet, and they did an x ray. you could see all the junk in her belly. they said the surgery would cost $4500. it was 1983. i was making $68/week. i didn't have that kind of money. the vet said their was a small chance she would throw them up, but it was unlikely. they said she would probably die without the operation. he said to watch her stool for the next week, for wires and other debris, and that she was probably going to get really sick very soon. she would probably die. she was only 1 year old, almost exactly. for the next 2 weeks she passed pits of wire and little pieces of branches, and some needles. tinsel would hang from her butthole, and that was hilarious to see even though i was really worried. she never passed a single metal cap. i sorted through every poop for weeks. she never got sick, or even acted like she was uncomfortable. she also lived for another 15 years. she also never ate another thing she wasn't supposed to, ever again.

i used to date a woman who LOVED cheez cake. in fact, when we would eat out, she would order the cheez cake first, then the entrée. you had to make sure they understood she wanted her cheez cake before the meal. one time, i forgot to remind the waiter. he brought my dinner, and hers, at the same time. she wanted me to yell at the guy for it, and not tip him. i flatly refused. #1, you don't tick off the people serving your food. #2, you can't really blame the guy, she was the one person in a million who would prefer something like that. after they've had a long day, that's a totally honest mistake. i don't blame them at all. on the drive home, we had a tense conversation about the way i handled it. i dropped her off at home, and went home that night instead of, well you know. that was the last date i took her on. i don't want to be in a relationship with someone like that. no point in continuing to date her any further.

we had some guys like that on a site i worked, about 3 years ago. by luck, i had a couple chopsticks in the car. i put them in the hasp while they were inside, and went back to work. one of the places i worked asked me to come up with a way to screen out people who don't follow directions well. i added a single page to the front of the application, and it solved the problem pretty well. on the top half of the page was a set of instructions. below it, a large blank space. the instructions were as follows: CAUTION! READ THE ENTIRE APPLICATION, AND ALL INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY BEFORE FILLING OUT APPLICATION. 1) draw a square in the blank space below, approximately 2"x2" 2)put your initials inside the square 3) put today's date above the square 4) put the date you can start work below the square 5) fill out the application on the pages following this one the 2nd to the last item on the application were instructions to ignore steps 1-4. if we saw ANY marks on the bottom of the cover page, your application went into the circular file the minute you walked out. if your cover sheet was clean with no eraser marks, you probably got hired that day.

i was a member from the early 80's to sometime in the mid 90's. one day, i realized most of the content was mostly ads trying to sell me stuff, or make me want to buy lures. that's when i let everything go. i never competed in a tournament ever. i was taught to fish by a regional pro who was dating my older sister. he'd take me with him and his partner all the time. i learned alot from those guys. i never liked the idea of any sport being organized. it just leads to alot of b.s. that has nothing to do with the sport.

down in slower delaware, it's a whole 'nother world than new castle county. sussex is home to just 23% of our population, while new castle county makes up nearly 60%. good luck having a day like the one you posted at say, lums pond, or the brandywine, or the christiana. when i was a kid, i fished alot of the places in lower delaware, and i did pretty well. driving down there these days is a breeze, but coming back is a nitemare, once you get to the the spot where i-95, rte 1 and 295 all come together. actually, once you get over the canal bridge, traffic starts to suck. i just don't have the patience for it.

all you guys that come from florida, or texas or what have you... braggin about how good the fishin is, how nice it is to live there... lemme tell you about where i live. you wanna fish all day and only catch trash someone threw in the water? you can do that here. you like catchin so many dinks that a 2 lb bass gets you excited? you can do that here too. wanna lose every single crankbait you own because all the water is way shallow and full of debris? well buddy, have i got the place for you! yeah, we have no state sales tax here. it's the corporate headquarters of america. we never run a deficit here. seriously, we had a budget surplus so big last year, they handed out $300 checks to every working age adult last summer. only new york has more ridiculous 2a laws than we do. we only have 2 freeways, and in my lifetime, i don't remember them ever not being under construction. all the other roads are full of chuck holes. this state has been blue so long, it's as if there's colloidal silver in our water. we're responsible for joe biden and chris c oons. if you find yourself in new jersey, and it's not ridiculous enough for you, come to delaware. we'll definitely fix that for you.

yes!!! you totally get it.

so did i. back in those days i was ALOT more serious than i am now, and i could cast insanely well. these days, all the rods are longer, with longer handles too. form is different, and i'm just not interested in getting back to that place where i can do what i used to could. besides, my eyes ain't what they used to be anymore, and that's key. a garcia 5000 and a 5' pistol grip rod, was for me, what a bokken was to musashi.

what i am best at? 2 things: i can tell a good story. maybe i went out one day and caught a single 10" bass. but what i'll tell you, is how beautiful and perfect the day was, and when i threw that lure in the exact place i knew an epic fish was, i proved to be right. i'll tell you all about how hard it struck my lure, and fought like mike tyson. i'll tell it to you in living color. all without directly saying it's size, or that it took me 3 hours to find it. ? the other thing i'm good at (all kidding aside) is going fishing, without caring if i catch a fish or not. sometimes i just feel like throwing a lure and cranking it back in. i like being outside, in a quiet place, just not thinking about every day cares, or caring about much at all, for that matter. the fishing part just gives me something to do while i don't think about anything.