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(September 22, 2017 at 11:19 am)SteelCurtain Wrote:
(September 22, 2017 at 4:04 am)Nymphadora Wrote: OMG I absolutely hate that! Or worse... when you're trying to eat and you've got a family a few tables over and they are just letting their kids scream and cry and they aren't even trying to diffuse that situation. Take your kids outside or to the bathroom for that shit.
Four kids and only once have I ever had a situation where any of them did any of that shit. It was in a grocery store and it was with S. She threw her first and last tantrum. That shit got de-escalated by me rather quickly. Since then nothing of the sort has ever happened with any of them. They know I'd be pissed.
Employing the "Pre-WalMart speech" is rather effective. Even on teenagers.
Ha!
I read Valk's post last night and just assumed it was Joods.
* SteelCurtain turns nose up
This kind of thing doesn't happen in Target. Especially here in TN where all the moms are afraid their kids will get turned into Transgenders.
Mine would never act that way
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(November 14, 2018 at 8:57 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote: Have a good day at work. If we ever meet in a professional setting, let me answer your question now. Yes, I DO want fries with that.
September 22, 2017 at 11:15 pm (This post was last modified: September 22, 2017 at 11:15 pm by Kernel Sohcahtoa.)
CIJS,
I've been watching Band of Brothers, and I must say that it has rekindled a passion that I once had for leadership. It is bringing me back to my days in military school when leadership was all that I was interested in (I was quite academically lazy, but to be honest, I have never been the intellectual type).
I don't eat processed foods much. I have a painful stomach issue. So when I try to eat and it ends up with me being miserably in pain most of the night, please have patience. I'm trying not to die.
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(November 14, 2018 at 8:57 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote: Have a good day at work. If we ever meet in a professional setting, let me answer your question now. Yes, I DO want fries with that.
Farting is a natural remedy, Joods. Let it out. Feel much better.
"There remain four irreducible objections to religious faith: that it wholly misrepresents the origins of man and the cosmos, that because of this original error it manages to combine the maximum servility with the maximum of solipsism, that it is both the result and the cause of dangerous sexual repression, and that it is ultimately grounded on wish-thinking." ~Christopher Hitchens, god is not Great
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Yes, middle-aged Russian phlebotomist lady, I know how to drive my own wheelchair. No, really. I've been driving electric wheelchairs since I was 5 years old, which was 32 years ago. I'm, essentially, an expert in the field. So, no, I don't need you to tell me to watch the door, watch the other chairs, turn on my brake (electric chairs don't work like that, but whatever). That's like me telling an able bodied person to lift their foot, bend their knee, and so on while walking.
Just because I'm in a wheelchair, that doesn't mean I'm stupid or mentally disabled. I went into 1st grade when I was 5, and graduated high school at 17. Graduated from UNH with a B.A. in Communication, while also completing minors in Music and Computer Information and Technology. I've essentially taught myself web development, primarily focusing on back end programming. I'm not the smartest guy in the room, but you bet your ass I'm one of the most tenacious you'll ever meet.
Everything I've accomplished was done while undergoing surgery, missing school, and having to rehab, only to have surgery on something else and start the process over again. The majority of the surgeries I had were osteotomies, which are incredibly painful. I mean constant morphine drip, press the button for more, we're sending you home with a couple weeks of another opioid painful.
It was done living with a mentally abusive child molesting (not me, but another family member... we didn't find out until years later) father. I was that kid who liked going to school. Not just because it gave me a sense of normalcy, feeling like a kid rather than a patient, but because it was a safe place away from him.
So, no, a wheelchair doesn't mean I'm incapable. It simply means mobility is a PITA. Fuck off for thinking otherwise.
How are you even in my "people you may know"? We don't have friends in common. I knew who you were the moment I saw your face. I didn't need to dig too much to confirm it was you. My heart isn't really listening to my brain. In my head I'm thinking... We've grown out of this. It's gone. We're ok. You're safe now anyway. I shouldn't dwell. I've gotten so much better. Don't take a look. Stop it.
My heart is racing. I'm six again. I'm seven again. I'm eight again. There's that door again. I should do something again. It's my fault.
My head... in my head I know I was just about my son's age. He's a baby. How could he ever be at fault of anything? But in my heart I'm so sorry I didn't save you. Hey... I'm so fucking sorry. I'm eternally sorry. I can't stop being sorry.
Hey, there's not a day that goes by that I don't live with guilt. There's not a day that goes by that I don't feel the heaviness of your face, your tears, your voice. And it's true that I paid with my own scars, but hey, look... I wish I had called for help. I wish I had been smarter. I wish I had been wiser. I wish I had been brave.
I'm looking at your face in the book of faces and want to reach out, can't reach out, should reach out, will not reach out...
I don't know where you are standing, but I was just beginning to walk away from that door, and now you're here, and I'm back to standing still. If you see me, too, I hope you can see it in my face. I'm still so sorry. I should have been your hero. I should have changed our now. I didn't know. I was scared. I'm sorry.
I might be wrong here, but if I'm not...
There was no power on earth that could've saved them. Anything would have been too late. Speaking from experience. Don't blame yourself. What damage is done is done. And not by you. Forgive your child-self for not being an adult. I thought my stuffed animals had feelings when I was 8.
September 23, 2017 at 4:48 pm (This post was last modified: September 23, 2017 at 4:54 pm by Joods.)
CIJS
I've known you since we were in 7th grade together. 34 years is a long time for a friendship, but here we are. Out of the last 15 of those years, you have come up to see me exactly ONE time. I have always been the one to come to you. Sometimes with kids in tow. There is a distance of roughly 50 miles between us. 50. Miles. I get you have a husband who is worried about you driving on the highway. You're a new driver - less than a year, compared to my 30 years. However.....
The highway isn't the only path to my house. There are back roads.
Oh wait. The next excuse from you is that you don't want to drive an hour to come see me.
So our friendship isn't worth an hour drive? What? That's not what you said? I know. It's what I said, because that's what you've indicated to me is the problem.
Oh.. your husband is a mass transit driver and he's worried that you'll get in an accident and he's not five minutes away to help you. But he's going away for five days on vacation. Out of state. He won't exactly be five minutes away then.
Ohhh you're planning on staying in the house the entire time. Got it. So you're going to cut yourself off from the rest of the world and be a hermit for five days while he's out there having fun. I see. What's that? You're not going to be a hermit? Isn't shutting yourself away from everyone else being a hermit? Yes.
What do you mean calm down? I'm not the one yelling at me over the phone. I'm just merely pointing out the ridiculousness in what you're excuses are. What I see is a double standard. While it's okay for your husband to go out of state for five days, you can't arrange for a simple one hour drive to come and see me. Because you know, it's always been my gas in my car and the wear and tear on my car. It's always been me dragging my family out despite bedtimes and all - versus just you coming up here. You're an adult. Why do you need to seek the husband's permission to come and visit your best friend of 33 years when he's allowed to go off and do whatever he wants with his friends?
Okay. I got it now. As long as you get to stay in the convenience of your home, you're happy being friends. But the minute you are asked to leave your home to come up here - the excuses start flowing in and the husband doesn't get the control over you that he enjoys. I know you like denying that that's the case, but I see how it is. I'm 46.. You're 47. I don't answer to anyone at my age. Evidently, you have to get permission from your old man before you can wipe your own ass.
Let me tell you - I am not a fucking doormat. I am not interested in a one-way friendship where I'm the only one who puts in any effort to see you. If that's what you want - go find other friends who are willing to put up with you always making them come see you. I'm not having it especially when I have kids on med schedules and you don't. Kids have to bring things to do. Honestly - they get bored at your house. They aren't allowed to play on your husband's Xbox. They aren't allowed to touch the tv or anything else in your house. And your husband smokes in his house. My house is smoke free. If he wants to smoke - great. That's on him. But why should my kids be subjected to that? So no - we are not coming down anymore. When you can realize that our 33 year friendship is worth more than the double standards that you accept with your husband, I'll be up here. Waiting for you to pull into my driveway for a change.
And the next time you want to complain about how shitty he's treating you - remember those double standards. It's what ruined our friendship.
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(November 14, 2018 at 8:57 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote: Have a good day at work. If we ever meet in a professional setting, let me answer your question now. Yes, I DO want fries with that.
(September 22, 2017 at 11:15 pm)Kernel Sohcahtoa Wrote: CIJS,
I've been watching Band of Brothers, and I must say that it has rekindled a passion that I once had for leadership. It is bringing me back to my days in military school when leadership was all that I was interested in (I was quite academically lazy, but to be honest, I have never been the intellectual type).
If you like Band of Brothers, the people who made that made another WW2 series called The Pacific, which i quite liked.
They're also bringing out a series called The Mighty Eigth, about bomber crews over europe, soon enough that might be quite interesting.
"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. For if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes unto you."
(September 21, 2017 at 10:54 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote: CIJS, etc.
They're your bloody kids, why aren't you controlling them? Instead they're running around, screaming, and getting under everyone's' feet while they're trying to shop.
Control 'em, or lose 'em!
I was at the grocery store yesterday, minding my own business, picking peppers like I'm peter piper, and this kid (3yrs?) who was mentally checked out just walked straight into my cart (buggy?). Then he starts to cry and the parents shoots daggers my way like it was my fault for not watching him when they couldn't be bothered. I just smirked and shook my head.
Bold is mine-
I can personally attest that most 3 year olds are frequently mentally checked out, even the supposedly clever ones.
I've no idea how many times my own kid bumped into things or other people when she was that age, simply for lack of watching where she was going. Parenting a kid at that age basically boils down to making sure they don't kill themselves.
Now that she's older, I'm the one rolling my eyes in public places at other people's young kids crashing into things lol.
(September 22, 2017 at 7:27 am)mh.brewer Wrote: I was at the grocery store yesterday, minding my own business, picking peppers like I'm peter piper, and this kid (3yrs?) who was mentally checked out just walked straight into my cart (buggy?). Then he starts to cry and the parents shoots daggers my way like it was my fault for not watching him when they couldn't be bothered. I just smirked and shook my head.
Bold is mine-
I can personally attest that most 3 year olds are frequently mentally checked out, even the supposedly clever ones.
I've no idea how many times my own kid bumped into things or other people when she was that age, simply for lack of watching where she was going. Parenting a kid at that age basically boils down to making sure they don't kill themselves.
Now that she's older, I'm the one rolling my eyes in public places at other people's young kids crashing into things lol.
-Teresa
Yeeeaaahh, my eldest son was diagnosed as ADHD at the age of 8. Before I got married, I used to scorn people who literally had their kids on a leash (with a harness, not a collar). My wife ended up using a harness, just to keep him from getting away from her in a crowded space, like a shopping mall.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.
