Are you taking a fat burner, like Stacker 2 or anything with Ephedrine? It might simply be something in your dietary supplement, and changing that, or cutting it completely could fix the problem. I'm not a doctor, nor do I play one on tv, but it's just a thought, and worth looking into.

When your tank's track is lost in the middle of Gaza strip and you have to wait for the rescue team to save your butt, in the middle of a storm.

Blast Blast Blast!

I have a rant:

Whomever came up with the deadline should be shot. Or hanged. Or both.

Blast!

Oh geez, Larry, that's awful! I second the recommendation to have the setting checked so no more fall out! My husband got a warranty on mine from our jeweler and we have to have it checked twice a year to keep the warranty valid, but if I were to lose the stone (heaven forbid!) it would be replaced with the same value/size and style of diamond. Not quite the same thing to us ladies, btw, but better than the empty setting!

Maybe you should start a paypal account of your own Larry ;) Donations to save the family happiness, I'd contribute to that!

As for rant, I failed an exam in History of early christianity the other day for writin Satisfactio vicari when it should have been Satisfactio vicaria. That's gonna cost me two months of studying to take the test again. The teacher of that particular class also has a grudge against me for daring to question his involvement in an extreme nationalist (read nationalsocialistic) group [img]graemlins/1disgust.gif[/img]

So; blast blast blast!

[ 03-08-2006, 02:04 PM: Message edited by: Sir ReGiN ]

<font color=8fbc8f>Tiddly Winks!


You've taken 6 RPG 7's up the grill doors, both fuel cells are ruptered, the transmission is stuck in low, the engine is running in over protective mode, both final drives are sheared, both sprockets are gone, all three machine guns have melted into a molten pile of metal, you used your last thermite grenade on your wingmans tank, who is currently in your loaders hatch, you have 22 rounds of Depleted Uranium, and 18 rounds of Composition A3 Type II High Explosive on board, your 2 tank has the plow, 'and' your LT is a fruit cake!</font>

that sucks, my story is similar. My EX-wife lost her whole ring, EX being the operative word of that sentence!

Let me share tonight's phone call... I'm in Detroit, two hours away from home. My wife calls and tells me the basement's leaking. Great.

I ask where, and recognize the spot. It's below a bathroom, and a couple of years ago, something there leaked and set off the smoke alarm.

"It's the bathroom," I say.

She checks. "No, everything's dry."

The definition of "everything" has not yet been determined :(

The basement has a drop ceiling. "You'll have to lift some ceiling tiles out of the way," I say.

Eventually, she does. A flood of water comes down. She tells me where it's coming from. It's the bathroom, I say.

She checks again. This time, she notices a wet spot on the wall under the sink.

Where I asked her to look last time. Specifically. Apparently, that's not part of everywhere.

I have her do a couple of tests. She can't see anything. Or feel anything. The kids holler that there's water pouring from the ceiling. Problem isolated.

I tell her to turn of the shutoff valves under the sink until I can get home.

Forgot. This house was built without shutoff valves. Cheap bastaids.

Okay... no one uses the sink until a plumber gets here to fix it and install shutoff valves. Might as well... the cost will be minimal at this point.

So call a plumber. Any plumber. Except John the Wonder Plumber (you may remember him from a month or so back -- the second and third comings of Noah).

At this point, she gets mad at me because I'm in what I call tech support mode. No emotion, factual, and explicit descriptions of what's happening and needs to be done.

She's done with me. Explicitly.

I call back a few minutes later. Might as well have the plumber install shutoffs on all of the sinks. I mention this.

She's none too thrilled with talking to me. I give up. We'll see what's done when I get home tomorrow.

BLAST BLAST BLAST!!!

they stopped giving raises for my job at my work, about a month before i qualify for one.
BLAST IT ALL!

Quarterly bonuses that effect you annual raise when the quarterly bonus doesnt happen for a year and all you see is a 2% increase in pay i.e. 10 cents more an hour!!! Oh how about dipstick drivers that talk on there cell phones and pay no attention to what is happening around, or the car that they are about to cut off because they cant be bothered to get a hands free set for there frikin phone!!! oh and here's another one. Underage children who have no respect for anyone or anything and who's parent could care less. I had an altercation with a parent who's kid was taking things from my property, I told him as a head's up that someone may call the police on him and he said so f@@@in what, he lives there part of the time, and if you dont get outta my face Im gonna hit yours and then call the police on you. Love white trash, love eeet!!!! I'll have more rants later. Sorry for your luck Larry and all.