Ha! Nice take on that. I love it. I've got another one.Key-Glyph wrote:Funny that you're commenting, Exed, because a pun on your name is what instantly popped into my head there. "ACK'S EXES."
DeusExes.
THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN A GREAT FORUM NAME.
Ha! Nice take on that. I love it. I've got another one.Key-Glyph wrote:Funny that you're commenting, Exed, because a pun on your name is what instantly popped into my head there. "ACK'S EXES."
Xeogred wrote:The obvious answer is that it's time for the Dreamcast 2.
That must have been a big burrito hahaLuke wrote: The restaurant is one of those haughty Mexican/Southwest fusion places where a burrito is about $20, but my wife likes the place so there you go. I asked Chaz if he preferred the enchiladas or chimichanga. So Chaz places his hands right below his waist, and then gesticulates how long and thick both were; my wife had to look away as she couldn't stop laughing. I mean, he actually said, while miming with his hands near his crotch, "well the enchilada is about six inches long, and this thick (gives the okay gesture). But our chimichanga is more like eight inches long, this thick (two hands forming an O) and also comes with cream on the side". I replied with "Yum. Well sign me up for that chimi".
Well done. Well done indeed.noiseredux wrote: That must have been a big burrito haha
This.Luke wrote:Well done. Well done indeed.noiseredux wrote: That must have been a big burrito haha
It might not have hit him yet. It took my dad a full week to show anything after my Grandfather's passing. Denying that the event has happened is a way that humans deal with loss, and maybe he just has put himself in the mindset that the child is still with his mother. (I'm assuming that he shared custody with the mother based on how the story I read was written.)Luke wrote: Everyone deals with death differently, but his lack of any emotion whatsoever was odd. It was like he lost his phone charger, not one of his kids.
Yeah, when my grandparents died, it took a while for it to really sink in that I'm not going to talk to them or see them anymore. There were moments that it actually would slip my mind that they were gone, like I'd consider calling my grandmother to tell her about some recent situation or life event and then I'd remember that I can't do that...KitKatCara wrote:It might not have hit him yet. It took my dad a full week to show anything after my Grandfather's passing. Denying that the event has happened is a way that humans deal with loss, and maybe he just has put himself in the mindset that the child is still with his mother. (I'm assuming that he shared custody with the mother based on how the story I read was written.)Luke wrote: Everyone deals with death differently, but his lack of any emotion whatsoever was odd. It was like he lost his phone charger, not one of his kids.
I don't get to take Counseling and Dynamics of grief until after January. I am very curious about the different ways people deal with loss. It's one of the classes that I am looking forward to.
Aw Man...AppleQueso wrote:There were moments that it actually would slip my mind that they were gone...
My grandmother just couldn't handle it when my grandfather died. She just kinda gave up on life. It's something you hate to see.Luke wrote:Aw Man...AppleQueso wrote:There were moments that it actually would slip my mind that they were gone...
When my Grandfather Harry died, my entire family stayed with my Grandmother as we prepared for the funeral. My Grandfather's best buddy was a guy named Ghanka who he had served with him in WWII. Ghanka eventually moved to Florida, but they kept in touch.
When my Grandmother received a call from Ghanka saying that he was going to fly up for the funeral my Grandmother shouted with jubilation "Oh Harry! Harry! Ghanka is going to visit!"...and then she placed her hands over her face weeping and said, "oh harry".
It was one of the saddest things I have ever seen and gave me the biggest watermelon yet to engulf my throat.