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Poor Miss Reba ... bless her heart! I hope she gets to feeling better. It's a shame you don't have the whirlpool/hot tub set up yet, though you're still a little early in the "extra $$ paychecks" way of life. The rest of us are counting on you big wage earners to continue to spend and keep this economy afloat and away from the rocky shores of recession.

Is it a pleasant surprise to see Auburn in the top 20? Did you get to see the Bear Bryant shrine at UofAl. and gaze upon the hallowed hounds-tooth hat? Is asbestos as bad as everyone seems to make it out to be? So many questions ...

Actually, our tub already HAS the whirlpool thing on it (and no, I'm not talking about me after eating a can of beans), but she either hasn't thought about using it or doesn't want to have to sit and recline on her sore back and posterior. Or go prone and have her butt sticking up in the air. Or something. Who knows!? Women are very mysterious...

Auburn? Top 20?! I have no idea if it's a pleasant surprise! (They're actually somewhere around 22 or 23, which I find puzzling, given that they've lost three.) I'll tell you, I was much angrier when they were so high in the preseason polls. Nowhere to go but down.

The Bear Bryant shrine was very nice and right next door to the Bryant Conference Center, but sadly, I failed to make the appropriate turn onto the sidewalk that led to the edifice, and in so doing managed to walk right past it for five days without actually entering. The houndstooth-patterned dome over the rotunda was lovely, however.

Actually, I would have like to have visited for a little while, but we never did really have a whole lot of time to do that during lunch breaks, and I had to get home as soon as possible after class let out.

As for asbestos, yeah, it's actually pretty bad junk. The associated diseases take a while to catch up to you, though, which makes it seem like it's less of a problem. I'll tell you this, though, smoke cigarettes AND expose yourself to asbestos and you've pretty much just guaranteed yourself a nice chest full of mesothelioma and a ticket to join the choir invisible.

It sure is a handy sort of rock, though. If it were just discovered, it would be hailed as some sort of miracle material. Until 30 years down the road...

I had actually heard that it was not a problem unless you started hacking it up into chunks and releasing little bitty particles into the air for folks to breathe in.

Uh, I mean the asbestos, not Bear Bryant. Or Women's Posteriors.

Welcome back, however brief it may be.

So that's the deal now with asbestos? It used to be encapsulate it, then it was remove it, then I think it went back to encapsulate it. Which is it?

Anyway you should go see my blog, I've got a picture of a flaming ambulance and it is a good thing.

Yep, Dan, as long as you don't breathe any, it won't bother you. But the fibers break up and float around very easily, and they can be very very tiny, and can cause much mischief. Scary story? One of the folks there was talking about some of the oldtimers in the abatement industry who'd "fix" their respirators by gluing in a cigarette holder so they could smoke without taking the respirator off. Now THAT is a addict, my friends.

Sarah, it all depends on the type of junk you're dealing with. The only permanent solution is just to get rid of it. Anything that's left in place still has to get periodic attention, and anyone working with it still has to be protected, and any disturbance of it still has to be cleaned up with all the drop cloths and bags and decontamination and vacuuming and all that other junk. Depends on the building owner, but if it's going to be a long-term ownership, it makes pretty good sense just to remove it. Again, we're speaking of asbestos, not Bear Bryant or women's posteriors. Or jet-powered ambulances.

Or jet-powered outhouses...

"Let's see--Pup's doing fine, Kitty needs more exercise"

Put pup with kitty, she'll get all the exercise she can stand.

Well, you'd think, but the usual thing is to let Kitty into the yard, Pup chases Kitty over fence, and Kitty flops down in the grass to sleep.

Lazy danged cat.

Glad to see an occasional post from you. I'm still checking here every few days. The good news is, since I don't spend so much time reading Possumblog, I'm more productive at work, have received a superior performance review, and have gotten a promotion and big raise myself! (j/k)

Hmmmm--funny you should mention that...

Who knows!? Women are very mysterious...
I think that's a nice way of saying something else, but you're not going to get me to say it either!

If I was Miss Reba (and I know you're thankful I'm not), the first thing I would have been thinking about was applying heat to the ouchy areas, either with a heating pad or whirlpool tub. If I had a tub, then I'd figure out some way of supporting myself, either squatting or holding onto something, even if it meant asking my knucklehead husband to help hold me up without groping my "naughty bits". I'd be in the tub every day - you can forget about the drought if my buttocks are hurtin'!

My bum ankle was giving me a great deal of pain this weekend (it's getting better now), and Aleve significantly helped me. Good stuff.

Nonsense, Marc. It is a very direct way of saying I have absolutely no way to rationally discern what she or others of her femalinine ilk desire. Although I think a portion of the mystery is somehow related to shoes and chocolate, and pictures of kittens. None of which would seem helpful for a bruised dorsal area. Again, 'go figure.'

As for what she actually DID do, she went to work and sat on the affected portions for hours, then came home and took Advil and stood under the shower then went to bed and has repeated that for the last week.

Who knows!? Women are very mysterious... This also applies to spinster maiden katz too yah know. I think the "lazy" circuit got shorted tonight somehow, fun to watch though.

I ripped off a lot of asbestos & masonite siding before I learned just how dangerous it was. Then again I rode around ontop of fuzed bombs too. I guess I ain't too smart about things in general.

Well, you're still with us, Tony, so you must have been doing SOMEthing right!