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Im really not scared of flying or being driven....but on the back of a motorycle?? Yeah that would be enough to make me worry.

 

I'm going to fuss about aol and my son. Don't everybody faint or anything.

For at least 2 weeks now I haven't been able to get online using the screenname/account I favor. For reasons unknown they decided there was a problem with the password to this account.

Since the son pays for this, he is the one that knows about billing information, where it goes to, how its done etc bla bla. Those are the questions aol asks when trying to access online using that screen name. I talked to the son about this and at least 1 week ago he said he had tried to get in there and it was asking him the same questions (duh) and he canceled out because, he said "They have that information. Why are they asking for it. What they are asking for doesn't make sense...".

So, during this past week he said he would send aol an email. I'm thinking/wondering he is thinking his email would be SPECIAL and the account would be opened up to him? I did pose that question to him, but I wasn't a smart ass, but (tried) to ask it seriously. I've sent him a number of emails "reminding" him. Nice short little notes. Still, tho' you'd think he would just Fix This and get me off his back.

The very quickest way to get Mr. My Son to do nothing is to get a smart attitude...so I strive to keep that in check while at the same time nicely reminding/begging him to GET THAT FUCKING ACCOUNT OPEN FOR ME.

mercifulcheezus

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I've ridden on the back of many a motorcycle in my day. I can say with certainty that I did NOT know everybody I've ridden behind.


I am scared to death to fly.


How much does a plane weigh? How many tons? It doesn't make sense that it can get in the air much less stay there.


A car is on the ground...it has wheels.

Horses or feet work nicely for transportation too.

 

The dingdang worse thing about the aol account I can't access is that

I KNOW my son could fix this, and he knows its not something I can "just keep working with it" and "figure it out yourself" <---his favorite sayings. :banghead:

There are just Any Number of things I don't give a rat's ass about Ever Figuring Out on my own. FGS! Just tell me how to do it, what to do, etc. Don't make this ole' lady flounder! If I have to flounder very much, it will make me feel like the :devil:

I think I need to send him an email now...or not.

I might not be able to word it in a way that would get me the results I want. :cuss:

 

The wings keep it level and the engines push it forward. Lean the wings back and those very strong engines will push it up...its not rocket science....actually it kind of is.

 

lynn.....if you explain the problem better maybe we could help....I have no clue what the problem is.....a password problem?

glen...we call those ''pusssy'' pads or p-pads
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pillion‎

A pillion is a mostly British English term for a secondary pad, cushion, or seat behind the main seat or saddle on a horse, motorcycle, bicycle or moped.



good morning....not snowing...we didn't get much.....windy as fuck and milder out

 

we got rain and a bit of sleet and for a few seconds i drove through pea sized hale.

i had no idea what a pillion seat was but i just assumed it was what it was...aka guessed right.

 

confirm your aol account with a phone #..

 

something tells me the problem is the son is the one with the number and he wont do it.

 

is there anyone we can send over to the sons to ''convince'' him to help his mama?

 

if her son lives a bit north of her i could swing it this weekend

 

thats a long 16hr swing.

 

thats why its gotta be the weekend

 

If i was going there i'd be going to see her and not the son....in an attempt to get her drunk and lower her inhibitions

and her expectations...those would need to be low too

 

i used to enjoy flying. then i flew with hubby and son. there is something about knowing your family could (and would likely) all be eliminated in a crash outweighs any joy for me. i also hate being in the car, and really hate going fast. its why i dont drive. but theres not a lot of corrective action that can be taken in a plane crash.

i like a slower pace. walking. biking. sitting in the sun. getting places early. people are always in such a rush, and im.... not.

supposed to be in the low 60's today. i wish i didnt feel like shit. i have to talk to my neighbors about removing some branches on their tree. it overhangs us, i know we are allowed to cut back whats on our side, but we might as well deal with the whole tree at the same time. its got a lot of damage and has already lost a fair number of big branches. we really dont need the car to get damaged by it when it goes.

im sorry you have snow orison. we get that here. heaviest in march/ april. then, it immediately becomes summer. then a short fall and then winter. spring is second winter here. first winter is more like spring. its weird weather, but its incredibly tolerable. i think the low humidity is what i am such a big fan of. when we have heavy rains and then hot days it reminds me how hard it is to cope with. when its muggy you cant even sweat to cool off. colorado is a pretty great place.

 

I have some wet babies ...a sure sign of spring is that they popped overnight....so ya

here we gro again

 

its pretty tough to get from washington dc to seattle in a day by walking biking or sitting...

 

Im thankful for TY out west a little from me.. give me time to prepare..

its like a war zone here with construction. very loud, beeping, house shaking pounding that starts at 7am. cracking my plaster walls.. Ive brand new cracks that were not there before. this will be going on for the next 2yrs...

 

true. if i HAD to i would, but in general i see no need to go fast. and i see no need to travel.

 

hold your pee.... just a little long, almost there.