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Sounds like a keeper LOL Kyla
"Granby" She is so right. I have heard him practically call someone a idiot with such a pleasant sounding voice that they have no clue they have just been told to ****off. "Stormmee"i have always managed to keep it to myself, but the DH.... now understand, he is err, reserved at his best... very polite and proper... but once in a while he shocks and pleases me with an audable chunck of verbage that is just too thrilling... we were at a casino that has a family assistance room, so when i can i use that because i know where everything is, and its generally cleaner than the big ones... i am doing what needs doing, just after i clicked the door locked, i hear this violent rattling of the knob... a shrill woman's voice: honey, honey, do you need help? i can come in and help??? are you ok in there all alone??? please respond dearie or i will go get scurity to help you... I think: dear god, please let security see her and take her away, must be one too many adult beverages... I flush... OH MY GOD!!!! are you ok!!!, now DH evidentally had been girl watching or something and i hear the very polite cultured voice of the DH with the barely noticable chicago accent say: can i help you ma'am, the room is occupied... shrill woman: yes she handicapped and i am sure needs help she went in ther ALONE!!! Soft DH with culured voice*which I can now tell is trying to not burst out laughing* says: yes she has some diabilities, one of which is an extremely short temper, which has been made worse by impending menopause, and of course she is blind, but in the twenty plus years i have known her wiping her a** has not been one of them... dead slience until i came out of the room... DH is leaning up agains the wall with his face almost smooched into it trying to not laugh husterically... he said she got a look on her face that was somewhere between horror at his bluntness, and even more horror at the concept of actually entering the bathroom and being confronted with what she might have been asked to do by a less able person... and this is why he only has to make me laugh once a month, the funny usually makes me gigglgle for at least that long, Lee "tanadashoes" wrote in message m... Stormmee wrote: no its a dammed either way, the ones who want to help and grab you get offendd if you say no thanks, and the ones who know a blind person ask before ever putting a hand on you... and besides my acid toungue is so hard put to stay silent i often have all i can do to say things like: no thanks, i have been taking a sh*t on my own for 45 years now, and whle i anticipate needing wiped in a few years NOW is not that time and YOU are not who i intend to pay to do it... Lee That is TOO funny. Thanks, Pam S. |
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"tanadashoes" wrote
Being an overly sensitive sort, I should have expected the dear little darlings in my 6th grade class to tease me unmercifully when I finally got a pair of glasses for my extreme nearsightedness. Instead I was so amazed that I could see individual leaves on the trees outside the classroom that I didn't even notice that my classmates were at it. The teasing stopped in less than a day rather than lasting for weeks or months. I have never been able to explain the wonder and amazement of watching the play of sun and shadows over the individual leaves on the trees. Ah Pam, that's me. I got a set of glasses at last when I was in 6th grade. What wowed me out was partly seeing leaves in tall trees but what really got me, was I literally didnt *know* you were supposed to be able to see individual grass blades at your feet when standing up. Then a dim memory of that when I was maybe 3? Somehow I'd just figured as I got taller they were too far away. I was then by 6th grade and still am a statuesque 5ft1 tall. Us tall folks have to expect distant things about one's feet to be a bit dim ;-) I'm not blind with glasses and still able to drive. 'Legally blind without the glasses' but that's a pretty fluid comment since the levels for that aren't 'blind' at all. I wear special ones today (bifocals too) that don't look like coke-bottles so arn't so heavy they blister me behind the ears. They look pretty normal. Vision not 20/20 correctable anymore but works well enough. |
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Because of my poor, understatement, vision, I think that is why I like
Thomas Kinkade paintings. He does the "light" on trees, leaves or grass. This is beautiful in the paintings and must be in real life. The way he paints lets me see things I wouldn't normally see.. My goal in life is to have one of his 2 ft by at least 3 ft paintings. However this purchase this would be about three months rent so, alas, it shall remain a goal! "cshenk" wrote in message ... "tanadashoes" wrote Being an overly sensitive sort, I should have expected the dear little darlings in my 6th grade class to tease me unmercifully when I finally got a pair of glasses for my extreme nearsightedness. Instead I was so amazed that I could see individual leaves on the trees outside the classroom that I didn't even notice that my classmates were at it. The teasing stopped in less than a day rather than lasting for weeks or months. I have never been able to explain the wonder and amazement of watching the play of sun and shadows over the individual leaves on the trees. Ah Pam, that's me. I got a set of glasses at last when I was in 6th grade. What wowed me out was partly seeing leaves in tall trees but what really got me, was I literally didnt *know* you were supposed to be able to see individual grass blades at your feet when standing up. Then a dim memory of that when I was maybe 3? Somehow I'd just figured as I got taller they were too far away. I was then by 6th grade and still am a statuesque 5ft1 tall. Us tall folks have to expect distant things about one's feet to be a bit dim ;-) I'm not blind with glasses and still able to drive. 'Legally blind without the glasses' but that's a pretty fluid comment since the levels for that aren't 'blind' at all. I wear special ones today (bifocals too) that don't look like coke-bottles so arn't so heavy they blister me behind the ears. They look pretty normal. Vision not 20/20 correctable anymore but works well enough. |
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On Fri, 23 Apr 2010 19:58:39 -0400, "cshenk" wrote:
"tanadashoes" wrote Being an overly sensitive sort, I should have expected the dear little darlings in my 6th grade class to tease me unmercifully when I finally got a pair of glasses for my extreme nearsightedness. Instead I was so amazed that I could see individual leaves on the trees outside the classroom that I didn't even notice that my classmates were at it. The teasing stopped in less than a day rather than lasting for weeks or months. I have never been able to explain the wonder and amazement of watching the play of sun and shadows over the individual leaves on the trees. Ah Pam, that's me. I got a set of glasses at last when I was in 6th grade. What wowed me out was partly seeing leaves in tall trees but what really got me, was I literally didnt *know* you were supposed to be able to see individual grass blades at your feet when standing up. Then a dim memory of that when I was maybe 3? Somehow I'd just figured as I got taller they were too far away. I was then by 6th grade and still am a statuesque 5ft1 tall. Us tall folks have to expect distant things about one's feet to be a bit dim ;-) I'm not blind with glasses and still able to drive. 'Legally blind without the glasses' but that's a pretty fluid comment since the levels for that aren't 'blind' at all. I wear special ones today (bifocals too) that don't look like coke-bottles so arn't so heavy they blister me behind the ears. They look pretty normal. Vision not 20/20 correctable anymore but works well enough. Of course, the legal definition of blind is with your glasses on or your contacts in. I've had glasses since I was a baby. My current eye doctor said the doctor who treated me back then did a good job. Many people with a combination of large difference in refractive error between eyes, strabismus and myelinated retinal nerve fibers develop amblyopia, but my vision in both eyes corrects to normal with glasses, except that I don't have depth perception. The only thing now is that I am starting to get cataracts. ObRPCA: Cats' vision is less acute than humans'. Long ago I used to have electric resistance heaters. One day my old cat, Tiger, spotted the knob on the thermostat of one of the heaters, carefully walked up to it, touched it gingerly with a paw, and sniffed it. When he decided it wasn't edible he practically shrugged his shoulders and walked away. He'd been in the same house as the heater for years before he "saw" the knob. Bud Bud Bud |
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Yowie wrote:
I hate the thing, and only bring it along when I'm going to be out for a long period of time. I personally would prefer a bat belt, or camo-pants with an infnite number of pockets. I really despise having to carry a bag, and am most miffed that back-packs are now out of fashion again since min broke. I jsut wasn't blessed with the sort of shoulder than can keep a bag on easily. I don't have that sort of shoulder, either. Recently, I bought a shoulder bag (because Mum always commplained when I brought a backpack to the theatre or some other 'posher' environment). I went to the theatre with it. I had a terrible time trying to get it to hang on my shoulder. I had to lift it up all the time, I tried pulling on the bag to keep the strap pressed to my shoulder, I tried to hold the strap all the time at the shoulder, but my arm started hurting at being bent that way for a long time. I don't know how anyone manages to carry a shoulder bag. Normally, I use a big, camo-coloured backpack with a lot of pockets. -- Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki. |
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24.4.2010 5:55, Marina kirjoitti:
Yowie wrote: I hate the thing, and only bring it along when I'm going to be out for a long period of time. I personally would prefer a bat belt, or camo-pants with an infnite number of pockets. I really despise having to carry a bag, and am most miffed that back-packs are now out of fashion again since min broke. I jsut wasn't blessed with the sort of shoulder than can keep a bag on easily. I don't have that sort of shoulder, either. Recently, I bought a shoulder bag (because Mum always commplained when I brought a backpack to the theatre or some other 'posher' environment). I went to the theatre with it. I had a terrible time trying to get it to hang on my shoulder. I had to lift it up all the time, I tried pulling on the bag to keep the strap pressed to my shoulder, I tried to hold the strap all the time at the shoulder, but my arm started hurting at being bent that way for a long time. I don't know how anyone manages to carry a shoulder bag. Normally, I use a big, camo-coloured backpack with a lot of pockets. I wear my bag strap across, in other words the bag hangs on the other side of the shoulder where the strap "originates" from... Even though my mum keeps telling me that's how mentally handicapped people wear their bags. Not sure of her source of info, and I don't care, as I really don't want to keep hitching the bag up every five seconds... -- Christine in Finland christal63 (at) gmail (dot) com |
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tell her yes you know the bag causes a mental disorder called hitching
syndrome if its worn differently than you wear it, Lee "Christine BA" wrote in message ... 24.4.2010 5:55, Marina kirjoitti: Yowie wrote: I hate the thing, and only bring it along when I'm going to be out for a long period of time. I personally would prefer a bat belt, or camo-pants with an infnite number of pockets. I really despise having to carry a bag, and am most miffed that back-packs are now out of fashion again since min broke. I jsut wasn't blessed with the sort of shoulder than can keep a bag on easily. I don't have that sort of shoulder, either. Recently, I bought a shoulder bag (because Mum always commplained when I brought a backpack to the theatre or some other 'posher' environment). I went to the theatre with it. I had a terrible time trying to get it to hang on my shoulder. I had to lift it up all the time, I tried pulling on the bag to keep the strap pressed to my shoulder, I tried to hold the strap all the time at the shoulder, but my arm started hurting at being bent that way for a long time. I don't know how anyone manages to carry a shoulder bag. Normally, I use a big, camo-coloured backpack with a lot of pockets. I wear my bag strap across, in other words the bag hangs on the other side of the shoulder where the strap "originates" from... Even though my mum keeps telling me that's how mentally handicapped people wear their bags. Not sure of her source of info, and I don't care, as I really don't want to keep hitching the bag up every five seconds... -- Christine in Finland christal63 (at) gmail (dot) com |
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24.4.2010 9:18, Stormmee kirjoitti:
tell her yes you know the bag causes a mental disorder called hitching syndrome if its worn differently than you wear it, Lee LOL Naaw, mum's OK. She just apparently doesn't fancy bags being worn that way... -- Christine in Finland christal63 (at) gmail (dot) com |
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Marina wrote:
I don't have that sort of shoulder, either. Recently, I bought a shoulder bag (because Mum always commplained when I brought a backpack to the theatre or some other 'posher' environment). I went to the theatre with it. I had a terrible time trying to get it to hang on my shoulder. I had to lift it up all the time, I tried pulling on the bag to keep the strap pressed to my shoulder, I tried to hold the strap all the time at the shoulder, but my arm started hurting at being bent that way for a long time. I don't know how anyone manages to carry a shoulder bag. I know exactly what you mean. I'm unable to keep anything on my shoulder, either. But my bag strap goes diagonally across my upper body, so it doesn't fall off (and is also harder for a purse-snatcher to grab and run with. It's also helpful when I do have to carry a bag with shorter handles (like a cloth grocery bag), that aren't long enough to go over my neck. I put that bag on my shoulder first, and then put my regular bag, that goes over the neck, on next. This keeps the cloth bag handles from slipping off my shoulder. (I hope you can picture that!) Joyce -- Anyone who has accustomed himself to regard the life of any living creature as worthless is in danger of arriving also at the idea of worthless human lives. -- Albert Schweitzer |
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Christine BA wrote:
I wear my bag strap across, in other words the bag hangs on the other side of the shoulder where the strap "originates" from... Even though my mum keeps telling me that's how mentally handicapped people wear their bags. Not sure of her source of info, and I don't care, as I really don't want to keep hitching the bag up every five seconds... Hey, you heard hopitus... that's very fashionable! I do the same thing and while I might be immature, I'm not mentally disabled. Joyce -- Anyone who has accustomed himself to regard the life of any living creature as worthless is in danger of arriving also at the idea of worthless human lives. -- Albert Schweitzer |
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