That was flirting? Seriously? Dang, how many other flirt opportunities have I missed over the years? Anyway, that wasn’t an EEEWWWWWW of terror. Your post hole digger analogy was just a bit ooogy, no offense. Didn’t come off as flirty at all.
Ex, real men don’t need a powered augur to dig holes. Real men like “Those articulated double spade things” - really. My sweetie used ours to help me plant Aztec grass. Oh, baby, landscape for me!!
C’mon. Cut me some slack.
I’ve got arms like pipe cleaners and I tire out quickly. I also tend to prefer tools with engines on 'em, because then I get to tinker.
The scrawny and weak need love too. Should I send you some chocolates? I really want to be your friend, and I’m not above bribery.
Just don’t tell swampbear.
Ex, Ex, Ex, you don’t have to buy my love and friendship. Seriously. And you can tinker all you like - I’ve been known to take stuff apart too, just to see what it’s like inside.
Anyway, we have a bond that transcends bribery. We have survived an engineering curriculum, bested it, and come out to tell it. That’s a bond even stronger than chocolate.
OK, maybe not stronger than chocolate, but it’s still a big deal! 
Go get a masters.
I swear, they try to turn you into one of those math geeks.
I hit a kind of mathematical “Peter Principle” limit with Variational Calculus. You know how in differential/integral calculus the core of the subject is: you have a known function (sorta) and you fiddle with the independent variable?
In variational calculus you have a known independent variable (sorta) and vary the function (again, kinda-sorta, because there’s also things called “functionals,” which are functions of functions, sorta).
Don’t ask me to explain this any better, because I can’t. I lost brain cells trying to figure out what to do with the “delta.” I just gave up.
A PhD is entirely out of the question.
To forestall the math whizzes: I don’t get it. I’m comfortable with that. Please don’t give me a detailed description of why my summary is wrong, or try to explain it to me. I don’t care. I tried once, and once is enough.
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[ul][li]But if you ever get the uncontrollable urge to visit Florida and do yard work, I’ll give you my number.[/li]
[li]We’ll be building our retirement home in Maryland.[/ul][/li][/Quote]
I always wondered where Floridians went to retire.
[ul] [sup]Based on this infro I imagine Arizonians retire to Nebraska.[/sup][/ul]
Cisco, They have to know you’re coming with a chain saw. It doesn’t work if you just show up with one.
Well, we spent 48 years in New York before moving to North Carolina. Based on this, we plan to move to North Dakota when we’re 96 – global warming will have made it livable by then! 
Then on to Ohio at age 144…
I wouldn’t base your hypothesis on me - I spent my first 19 years in Maryland. Despite living in the Jax are for 17 of the last 20 years, I do not consider myself a Floridian. Anyway, we’re sailors, and we’ll be living 4 miles from our marina which is a mile or so from the Chesapeake Bay - that’s why we’re retiring in Maryland!
This was my first laugh of the morning! Thanks, I needed that!
Ex - a Masters? I think not. I toyed with that idea 20 years ago. Then I beat myself in the head with a 2X4, and the notion passed. If I go back to school, it’ll be to get a teaching certificate. Otherwise, I’m as schooled as I’m ever gonna get.
Man, I just don’t get you engineering types. I’m bad at math, always have been. I beleive that I am the only person on the planet that formulas fail to function for. I know them, can recite them, but if you and I sit down with the same problem my answer will be wrong and yours will be right. Always.
I’m not looking forward to all of the math I have to take for my network engineering degree.
well, I didn’t say it was good flirting. It was more like say something with innuendo, so that you can bring up some sort of phallic talk later with her…yeah yeah, that’ll work…
Ex as long as I remain your one and only doper Angel Pants I don’t care who you share chocolates with.
And for all y’all flirting with FCM, let me say this…
NEENER! NEENER! NEENER! I’m having dinner with her a week from Saturday. Though, with all the abuse I tend to heap on her, I should be afraid, I am somehow, looking forward to this. [sub]Should I be afraid?[/sub] :eek:
What do you have to be afraid of? I never said anything about bringing the chain saw along, did I?? 
<cue ominous music>
I got a dinner invitation too, Mr. Smartypants.
Of course, it was more or less a nebulous and hypothetical invitation, but an invitation nonetheless.
Solidarity among engineers. That’s what it’s all about.
If you all are going to talk about math and stuff, I am denouncing this friendship. Me and **Rue ** and welby will just have to go off in the corner and discuss semicolons.
Pay no attention to me. I’m just stalking FairyChatMom.
Wanna sit with me at lunch tomorrow, sweetie?
Sure I’ll sit with you at lunch tomorrow, Slip. Under the big tree at that place, right? You bring the plaid blanket, I’ll bring the basket of goodies…
Well, it used to be a big tree.
Yeesh, all you people worried that FCM is having the wool pulled over her eyes by a young stud.
Didja ever think that maybe she wants her daughter to receive an education in the boudoir arts from the boy? Or is it just my in-laws who think that way?
Boudoir arts?!?!? From “the boy”??? Does not compute! He’s a nice kid and everything, but, um, no, I don’t think so…
lieu, again, you cracked me up. But it’s not that tree. Slip knows the tree. He’s a cop - he knows lots of things!
Wish I knew where you keep your credit cards.