Kevin's Watch

Sneaky!

I am looking as closely as I can at my sheet and I can't count even one thread!

My doberman and rottweiler don't seem bothered by whatever they are ...

you could read the paper if covered by some of our sheets.

Wyldewode wrote:My understanding is that you can't discern much difference after 600 thread count. Is that what you found, Cail?

Yep. The big thing is fiber and feel. If they don't feel good in the store, they're not going to feel any better at home.

- I have also read all of Mission Earth. I hated it.

- I can roll my tongue.

- I have held a top-secret/Cosmic Security clearance for my work in Cryptographics systems.

- I once won the Sailor of the Year for the Entire Surface Atlantic Fleet in the Navy, but got out before I could put on the rank of E7 at the age of 24.

- I was also the only sailor to earn the Submariner's Dolphins, The Enlisted Surface Warefare Pin, and the Enlisted Aviation Wings.

- I have been married 22 years this June.

- I didn't go to college until I was 28.

- I have utterly no sense of direction. none. I think the ability was overwritten when I took calculus.

i won a bowling trophy when i was a kid. i have won no trophies since.

i won an award for writing a book in grade school. i have won no book awards since.

i made a documentary in 6th grade, won an award. have not filmed anything since.

I grew up in a log cabin we built ourselves in the middle of the woods. No running water or electricity.

My most badass physical feat: at 5 or 6, my son lost control of his bicycle going down a long hill. He still had training wheels on, so it started doing this horrible "wobble" movement, rocking side to side from training wheel to training wheel. His legs were splayed out to the sides, feet off the pedals, so he wasn't going to stop. And he was headed for a rather large tree.

I was about 100 feet away on my mountain bike at a dead stop. When I saw his predicament, I took off as fast as I could go, changing gears and jumping a ditch. I had no idea what I was going to do to save him, but when I got beside him, going full speed downhill, I leaped off my bike (I still don't know how), landed on my feet running, scooped him up by the armpits, and yanked him off his bike right before it smashed into the tree.

When I placed him safely back on the ground, he raised both arms and yelled, "Yeah!" I still don't know how in the hell I did this, since I've never leaped off a mountain bike going full speed downhill--much less landed safely and yanked a kid off his bike in one motion. But in that moment, right before I did it, I knew exactly what to do, and I knew that I could do it. I didn't even think.

God, if only someone had been filming!

BTW Cail, you're right that Egyptian cotton is more important than sheer thread count.

LIttle known fact:

I just found out I am pregnant.

And I am not the father.

LOL!!!!

I've been telling caam that it's easy for me to say, since it's not ME going through it, but I think it's awesome!!

Calais wrote:LIttle known fact:

I just found out I am pregnant.

Thanks for stealing my bike-rescuing thunder. How the hell am I supposed to top that? (Don't answer that, Ki ). You women with your "miracle of life" make me sick.

Seriously, congrats.

Sorry about that, Malik.

You are wonderful no matter what.

At the deli, when I order my all my meat and cheese "SLICED THIN, LIKE PAPER" (that's an exact quote btw) and I'm handed a pound of obviously thickly sliced cheese or meat, I never have them redo it, I just take it quietly and toss it up over the canned goods in the next isle so it stinks and rots and the supermarket loses money.

When I was a child, my nickname was cornsilk, because that was the color and consistency of my blond, blond hair. Age and pollution have darkened it considerably.

I have a tiny shard of glass embedded in the side of my left thumb near the knuckle. I won this prize in 1996 by accidently breaking a pasteur pipet. I was dispensing an unknown hazard research compound at the time, which was dissolved in DMSO (universal organic solvent, which has the extra bonus property of passing right through the skin). So far, no cancers or comic book abilities have surfaced....

And I speak Jive.

DW wrote:

And I speak Jive.

I was once reprimanded for ordering my coffee, "Like Isaac Hayes; big, black, hot, and strong".

I can:
Wiggle my ears. Both at once or seperately.
Wiggle my entire scalp back and forth. Or make it look like I can pull it backwards by tugging on it.

Rotate my hands/ or pointed fingers in opposite directions when both are facing each other and reverse their direction while in motion.

Talk like donal duck. (voice changed due to teeth issues)

Have gotten a hole-in-one during my golf league play.

Speak 3 versions of hillbilly. (not really but it's a conservation subject)

Survived 2 heart attacks. Have 5 heart stents. (One being 1.25 inches long)

Will be able to retire at age 53. (This year, May 2008) with a monthly salary and full health care.

When asked what am I going to doing after I retire. I jokely say:
I am starting a escort dating service. I'll call myself
Limpy the cardiac gigglo, powered by Viagria. Braille service impending.

Calais wrote:LIttle known fact:

I just found out I am pregnant.

Congratulations!