I'm having a hard time understanding here. if you're on your side isn't one leg/hip on top of the other?
gotcha, yeah I started putting a pillow between my legs and it helped with alignment. I originally started because my knee bones would rub together during the night and I'd wake up with pain in both knees.
just found one of my eyebrow hairs that was an inch long and sticking out all curly and gross. pretty sure that wasn't there yesterday. this feels like an old person thing. i'm going to have to go to CVS and keep buying popov and fireball until someone cards me.
What makes me immediately feel old, is remembering how I felt about my parents' generation finally having access to and using Facebook, and then fast forward to me first downloading and trying to use Tik Tok. Absolutely brutal.
I unironically told some kids in HS recently that when I was their age you used to be able to get a McDouble for a dollar
I started a new job a few weeks ago and we have a lot of young analysts in the office. I was once in their shoes so I tried to be cool and shoot the shit when they were talking football this afternoon. I told them I was a Commanders fan and said I was like 5 years old when I stupidly picked them as my team. One of them said, “ohhh was that when Sean Taylor was playing?” I was a freshman in college his rookie season.
The other day ago I was just thinking that all the people entering college this year were still 2-3 years away from being born when I started college.
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Saw a commercial for the MTV VMA awards and 1. Oh, those still exist? But...how 2. I knew maybe two names mentioned out 8-9
When I was running this morning, thinking I was going at a real good pace, and then a middle school aged kid blew past me.
Played basketball last night against my 8 yr old son. Not only was he blowing by me like a mini Stephon Marbury, I’ve got a finger jam that may require attention and my wrist feels fucked.
Few weeks ago I was at the Basketball Hall of Fame shooting hoops on their ground floor court. After throwing up several bricks (I hadn’t shot a basketball in years and wasn’t particularly good when I did) I got on a roll and drained three 3-pointers in a row from NBA range. I get cocky and start trying to dribble and shoot. I get a shooting pain in my lower back, then have to take six-plus hours worth of flights to get back to LA. I was gingerly walking around like an elderly person for about a week.
I spent three days in Eastern time zone three weeks ago, and I have now woken up between 4:30 and 5:00 every day since.
I am coaching my 7yo’s fall baseball team. We live in a fairly diverse community so there is a good mix of people. Yesterday’s weather was overcast with some on/off drizzle. A young black woman came up to me with her son… Her: You must be coach scissors. This is Amir and it’s his first time playing baseball. Me: Hey Amir. We are gonna have a good time. Grab your glove and we will get you going. Her: I see you all even play in a little drip. I don’t want too much of that though. Me: ***looking around very confused because none of the kids are wearing the Acuna chains or gear or whatever*** Me: Yeah, Amir can wear whatever makes him comfortable. Her: I was talking about how it’s raining a little. I don’t want it to get any heavier. Old suburban white dad misinterpretation on fleek.
I’ve been going to California for 3 nights a week since early August and when I’m in California I fall asleep around 8-9pm pacific but when I’m home I go to bed around 2-3am eastern. It’s maddening