The record goes to Satan for posting a list of all the acceptable words in Scrabble that begin with “a.” Next is Libertarian, who posted a list of all of Elton John’s classic songs. In a strong third is, I believe, Me, in a recent thread that hardly anyone read.
You were looking for thread, not post. My bad. Then you should find the What if LOTR was…. Or the infamous a thread. One of them.
Sheesh.
I know it’s a Rue thread, and evrerybody is used to hijacking these things to h*ll and gone, but can we not do it this time?
He kindly provided us with another thread that we can hijack with impugnity, so let’s post that kind of stuff over there.
Please, leave this for the “tell us about yourself” posts.
I was born at a very early age, and as I grew up, I got older, much to my surprise. I started out as a West Texan - born in El Paso, in a land few recognized as being part of the US. Or as part of Texas, for that matter. It seems that most Texans seem to refer to the parts of Texas several hours EAST of us as West Texas. This traumatized me as a child, and I’ve had trouble telling East from West ever since.
Lived in El Paso a coupla decades, going through school, working odd jobs (like writing computer software for the school district). Played the sax in band, poorly but enthusiastically. My parents were an English teacher and a math teacher, which meant I could never slip in either subject. However, I got away with hating gym and social studies.
Finally moved away to the other end of the state. Went to college in Houston, living there another few decades as I got a pair of bachelors’, a wife, a job making computer chips, and a son. Survived the deaths of both grandparents, a sister-in-law, and my sister, each of which would be a fairly long story in itself.
After more than a decade of hearing my wife state “I WILL NOT SPEND ANOTHER SUMMER IN HOUSTON” , got a new job in New England, and moved here, so I’m now “NE Texan”.
(to be continued, in a few more decades…)
Tinkertoy
I was born in 1958 in Idaho Falls, because the small town where my parents lived didn’t have a hospital, or a doctor, or a stop sign or a second bloke. My father threatened to leave my mother and I at the hospital and never return if my mother and grandmother persisted in trying to name me after my great grandmother, so thankfully I was not named Ello Florillo.
I was by far the youngest of five children, so until I started school my playmates were dogs, chickens and bum lambs. Growing up on a farm in the hills my mother told us we could have any type of pet except skunks or snakes. She revised that when my brothers brought home the bear cub, and it ate the upholstery off the back seat of her car. She also made us stop feeding the cougar, mostly because we were feeding it her chickens.
I attended a two classroom school, one classroom for first-third grades and one for fourth-sixth. For jr. high and high school I had to ride the bus sixty miles round trip everyday. It was about this time I discovered that half my class was MALE. I went from a straight A student to mostly C’s. Then I got really stupid and fell in love. So at sixteen I quit school to get married. I went back later and got my diploma. I started working in a Library and found I had a talent for cataloging. I trained myself by reading everything I could on the subject, yes the complete A.A.C.R., twice. I am now regarded as one of the best in my state. A fact that I’m proud of because I worked very hard for it.
My first marriage was seven months of Hell, bruises and black eyes. I escaped this and met a wonderful man to whom I’ve been married for 27 years. We had one beautiful daughter, unfortunately we lost her when she was 15.
Our lives have been fairly good up to this point, for every pain there’s been a joy. But the last two years have been hard. I was diagnosed with heart failure, and will need a transplant in the next few years. The odds aren’t in my favor. My husband has taken it worse than I have. He says he’s already buried his mother, little sister and daughter, and he shouldn’t now have to bury his wife.
Well damn. That was depressing. But life goes on and you take the bad with the good. There really isn’t any other choice. I plan to seek out the good things and enjoy them whenever I can. One of the good things is this board.
Sigh.
Now I feel all guilty for trying to hijack this thread.
I’m sorry Rue. I’m a bastard, and deserve a good smack.
smack
Now lets hear your story.
I’ve heard of Haddam, CT.
I went to Wesleyan. Small world!
(sorry that this isn’t my life story, but it’s not much of a hijack, either, so I hope I’m not in trouble)
Ok well, I’m ifyou, and I was born in 1986 (yeah, I’m young). Ummm well I lived in Alstead NH till I was two, when my mother divorced my brother’s and my biological father. Then we moved in with my grandmother and grandfather in the next town over. Lived there for a few years, and then my mother married again, and we moved into Vermont. Lived in Wilmington, VT for awhile, and then she divorced him, and we moved into our own house in Wilmington, and then a few years later, we moved to Maryland, as she’d married again. I did fine in school my first, year, then did quite awful until I finally demanded homeschooling this year, and now I’m doing wonderful. I’m far too independent (not that I can’t socialize, and I still do, I just work much better when I’m able to do study on my own time and not being told constantly that I’m not allowed to go ahead, etc.). I have three cats, two dogs, and two fish.
I’m starting college this fall/summer, majoring in either astronomy, or foreign relations. Or maybe even mathematics, I’m not entirely sure yet. Maybe astrophysics, I’ve always been incredibly interested in that… but who knows.
That’s it, I think. Unless you want details, most of which aren’t very pretty.
I’m going to try to make this short…
I was born in St. Charles, IL in 1972 (I still feel like I’m twelve) to a stay at home mother and a father who’s family’d lived in the area since they arrived in this country. Dad’s family owns a grocery store (if you know the area, you probably know which grocery store I’m talking about) which I vowed I’d never work for. I started working for the store as a deli clerk my senior year high school. I really wanted a parking permit and they don’t give them to babysitters. You have to have a “real” job.
I was painfully shy as a child. If I wanted to play with one of our neighbors I either waited for them to come out of the house, or I got my little brother to ring the door bell and ask if so-in-so could play. I’m still pretty shy, but not that shy. After most of the kids in the neighborhood moved away, I was short on friends. Mostly I only had one friend.
For most of my young life I wanted to be a musician. It’s a good thing I didn’t though. I’m not especially talented. The most remarkable thing about my musical ability was that I played a lot of different insturments. Violin, piano, drums and assorted precussion, and flute. I even picked up the saxophone when my brother decided to give it a go, but had to give it up when little brother didn’t want to play any more.
After high school I decided to go to college for no better reason than that’s what one does after high school. I went to Iowa State to study microbiology and ended up taking 3 times more French than science. My final sememster at ISU was actually spent in Lyon, France. If I was only allowed to live one place for the rest of my life, it’d be Lyon.
Due to my confusion about what I wanted to do when I grew up, that and a bad relationship with a boy that I just couldn’t get past. I droped out at the end of my third year and went home to work for the local hospital cleaning surgical insturments third shift.
I hated this job and am running with a bad crowd, so I move to Colorado to be with my brother. I putter around Colorado for a couple of years and then decide to go to culinary school, and get a job making pastries for the Wellshire Inn in Denver. I meet this really cool guy and we become friends, then friends with privilages, then parents. :eek: Well, we decided after we become parents, what the heck, let’s get married. I got preggers again a couple of weeks before the wedding and took the test the day before. I was blissfully sober on my wedding day.
I’m now a stay at home mom.
I’ve left out a couple of things, like my parent’s divorce and moving to TX when the first kid was born and then moving back to CO after the wedding and a couple of other things, but I’m saving it for the autobiography. 
acrossthesea’s Life Story:
I am a girl and was born on July 18, 1979 (remember the date) in New York. I grew up in Flushing, Queens and lived in the same apartment almost my entire existence. From an early age I was shy/talkative, meaning I have never been good at approaching people and will sit awkwardly in a corner till you talk to me, and then when you do, I will talk endlessly. I’ve always enjoyed reading, acting, and writing comedy plays/stories. I’ve had several pets in my life: a rabbit when I was 7-13, another rabbit from 19-20, and one guinea pig that turned into 5 that turned into two (it gave birth and I kept one baby) from 20-22. I have no brothers or sisters.
When I was 16 I started taking guitar lessons and had some weird times with that.
At 19, it seemed proper for me to move to Texas and join a band that was interested in having me. My experience there didnt go well and it was just as good: the band played weird, bad, folk music on untuned instruments that none of them knew how to play. And they broke up right away too.
It was at this point in time that a friend of mine in Baltimore invited me to move there and start a band with her. So I did. This friend was born 7/18/78, exactly one year before me.
I lived in Baltimore for 4 months and things didnt work out, so I moved back to NY. I then proceeded to work at Barnes & Noble for 2 1/2 really weird years during which time I did various other odd things, like join a comedy troupe and the like.
2001 was a strange year where I traveled to Miami and New Hampshire and then had a friend from Alabama plan to live with me. That fell through and then I met this one guy who was in the air force and he was really really awesome. AND he was born 7/18/78, the same exact day as my baltimore friend, and exactly one year older than me.
We fell in love. He came to NY on leave and visited me. It was heaven. He was pcs-ing (military term for permanently moving to a different base) to Japan and wanted me to come. We missed eachother. We talked on the phone for 6 hours a day. I moved to Japan. I married him. I now live with him and his two kids. I got a job last week as a cocktail waitress. Now I can’t sleep at night anymore. Which explains why I am up at 2 am. : (
Interesting fact: In my life I have known at least ten people born on July 18th. I seem to be a magnet for them.
By the Most Welcome Newbie: KAndre:
I think I am your seperated at birth twin. Welcome to the boards!
I 'll write my life story when properly motivated. But, Rue this was a great idea.
Moxmaiden- The Story
I was born on November 6, 1977 to my parents and older sister. Four years later my brother was born. I thought he was my baby until he cried too much, so I told him to shut up, we didn’t want him anyway we wanted a girl.
Grew up, went to school. Tried to emmulate my sister, found out that didn’t work and started to do things my way. Was pretty much a goody-goody. Except when I “carved” my BF name in my leg in 6th grade. Went to high school. Played the clarinet in the band. Wasn’t popular, but knew lots of people. Didn’t want to be what I was: average.
Met Mtgman my junior year. That is the best thing to ever happen to me. We started dating. Fell in love. Became intimate. That summer I got pregnant.
Well, my parents didn’t take too this very well. I was forbidden to see him. Was asked to have an abortion. Was told that we would never last.
(note: Mtgman introduced me to Magic: The Gathering)
Our first expansion was introduced on March 8, 1996. We were married 6 weeks later. Our second expansion was introduced on August 10, 1998. Third on July 23, 2000 and our most recent on May 17, 2002.
I have become interested in breastfeeding, natural/home birth, homeschooling, message baords, card games, sci-fi, and life since meeting Mtgman. (not necessarily in that order)
We did find out in college, which happened between expansion number 1 and expansion number 3, that I have some depression and generalized anxiety disorder. Some of which was caused during my first pregnancy. But life goes on, and my children need me.
Side note: our second daughter is named Serra Nerice, from Magic :The Gathering card game and Star Trek. Oh, and I did take some karate lessons in college and would love to go back to it some day.
Now I am a SAHM/candle consultant, that would love to be a better mother and wife.
That’s me, and you asked so you have no one to blame but your self.
Melissa
Thank you Shirley Ujest - newly discovered sibs are always a joy!
The Story of Fessie
Since I’m often impatient myself w/reading threads & books & things and just generally hate suspense I’ll give you the last part first - I don’t get it. What’s an MOH? Does YMMV stand for “Your Mileage May Vary” or is it “You Make Me Vomit”, which is what I thought The Gaspode was saying to me. dfj750 thought I was just being funny in the Diane/Indygrrl slapfest, but I was serious, those things really did happen. For some reason it seems like I kill a lot of threads. And now nobody’s responded to my Grand Unifying Theory…
sigh
I just don’t get it.
I’m old enough that I don’t exactly like to say how old I am anymore except I will say I haven’t turned 40 just yet, and people who meet me are always shocked that it’s even getting close. I grew up in Indianapolis, back when they had enforced bussing and all that trauma. I had a wonderful time in school. Then we moved to Cincinnati, specifically Finneytown. Went to H.S. and college (U.C.). Everything sucked for a good long while there, except for art classes in my H.S., we just happened to have an excellent teacher. Found a couple of good profs, too. Changed majors too many times: fine art - psychology - philosophy - fine art. I had those existentialists down cold.
Went to Europe when I was 20, saw both sides of the Berlin wall one day, back when you had to go through “Checkpoint Charlie”. Lesson learned - beware when traveling w/a lawyer! At least a law student. At least one you’re not sleeping with - we fought in every country in Europe, I stormed out of more American fast food restaurants than I can count. It might have gone better if we had been sleeping together. He’s the one who told me I was a “walking non sequitur”.
Met hubby when I was 21 and he 17! Oh yes! We have been married for 15 years. It took a while to get the hang of it, we both come from disastrous crazy families and we used to fight a lot. But we finally figured it out and now really enjoy each other & have learned so much. I think he’s the most wonderful man on earth. These expensive weddings & fussy brides crack me up - we were married in my parents’ family room, my dress cost $65 and the food was trays from Krogers. People do need to get some perspective.
I’ve had 37 jobs. That’s counting each of my temp assignments separately. And I’ve never been fired - laid off, but not fired - in fact, I gave notice on my current job in November, after 11 months, and I’m still not completely out the door. They should have given me the boot, I thought this would finally be the one where I’d get canned, but I’m really good w/Excel, at least compared to my peers there. Actually I enjoy that aspect of the job quite a bit, just not the personalities and problems.
My jobs were always just a stopgap until I could make a living as an artist, which I’m finally starting to do. I draw portraits, quick-sketches, at art fairs, craft fairs, community festivals, wherever. I really love drawing people, and I don’t mind if folks watch me do it. I keep them cheap ($10/person) b/c I like working-class people, not so crazy about a lot of the rich ones I’ve met (there’s exceptions, of course).
One thing about my drawings - each person I draw looks different. I don’t use the same style every time, I draw based on the way they speak to me visually. Customers are always asking me to do 2 or 3 people on a page and I’ll do that, but they end up looking like they don’t belong together, as though different artists drew them. Just the way it happens - I hope it’s a good sign. I also show and sell other drawings and paintings (landscapes, still lifes, nudes, abstractions).
Books and music are the other integral parts of my story, I was very much a bookworm growing up. Not necessarily all “literature”, I loved Nancy Drew and popular fiction. And I started playing the violin when I was 8, because for some reason I wanted to do it and managed to talk the music teacher into letting me. I started playing again a couple of years ago and now belong to a community orchestra, which thrills me no end.
This summer I’ll be on an episode of “Who Wants to be a Millionaire”, it was taped back in December. It was fun, Meredith Viera is really nice, but I was terrified. I’m not allowed to say how it turned out, but my sister says the audience thought I was hysterical (note: I wasn’t trying to be funny - this is what I mean). My sister is a for-real psychologist (every family should have one) and a musician (also for real); she’s quite accomplished and a complete goof (she actually liked “Tommy Boy”) and I adore her.
I see that a lot of people have mentioned medical mishaps - well, I fractured my skull when I was five. I was learning how to swing, to lean forward with knees bent and back with legs straight in order to really get going. And I realized right away that having ones hands high on the swing’s chains really limited the ability to lean back and pick up speed. So I went full-bore, put my hands on the seat and leaned back, and - bonk - out for the count.
I just don’t get it.
Some Stuff About Elfie
by Elfkin477 age 26(and 1 month)
Apparently it was late on April 9th, my father’s birthday, when my went into labor. Being obstanant even as an unborn baby, I decided that I’d rather be born the following day, so I didn’t have to share my birthday. My father reports he was put out by this until he cheered upon realizing that his newborn daughter might not share his birthday, but did share the unusual distinction of being an Easter Sunday baby. At present my mother still is not sure of whose birthday is first. To pacify both sets of relatives they chose names that reflected the nationality of both grandmothers, and dubbed me Shannon Renee’ which I’ve found rather serviceable.
We lived in Amesbury MA for so short a time period that I don’t recall it. From the ages of 11 months on I lived in Lawrence MA. If you’ve heard of it, you haven’t heard anything good about it. The schools weren’t too bad though, maybe only because I learned to read and write before starting K. It’s hard to say. Shortly after my sixth birthday, my brother, Vince, joined the family, finishing it off. (We began to get along when he was 12ish, so insert sibling angst into a lot of this section) We left MA and moved to NH right around the time I turned ten.
I liked Raymond, I really did. It took a bit to adjust to small town life, but I got a dog, made good friends, and dealt with all the normal growing up crap and angst while there. A friend decided that I must be at least part elf when I was 12 (and less than 4’6" at the time) so I got lots of elf-related nicknames. I also acquired a love of writing, so it wasn’t a bad childhood, beyond the teasing I took about my hair color(red, natch) and surname. Everyone hates some of their classmates, though, right? Fortunately this was before anyone thought to bring guns to school. I figured that my brother, who had only been 4 when we left MA, would get to have his entire school career in one place, unlike me. I was wrong.
When I was 18 we returned, after much arguing against it and pouting, to MA to care for my grate-grandmother, who was senile, and keep an eye on my beloved grandfather who was dying of cancer. I hated every minute we lived in Taunton MA, which turned out to be two and a half years. We didn’t move back to NH until Thanksgiving of 1997.
Meanwhile, I was going to UNH (university of New Hampshire) to get, I thought, a degree in English-Journalism. At the beginning of my Junior year I switched to English-Teaching. In retrospect, I should have just done a straight English major with a concentration in early education, but I didn’t realize that I didn’t want to teach English to middle or high school kids until my final semester.
So, grad school plans got put on hold, and they’re still on hold. Here it is, four years and a couple of days out of college, and I’m still not sure what I’m going to do with my life. A funny thing for someone who planned out life at age 12 and stuck with the plan letter by letter until completing “graduate college at age 22.” (I think that self would be disappointed that “get married at age 23,” and " have baby at age 25" just didn’t happen and still aren’t on the horizon yet.) A series of nonprofit jobs working with the small fry has kept me poor and living at home, which I do and don’t mind. I think it’d be unbearably lonely to live alone(since I want to keep my best friend, I won’t live with her) and my folks seem to want me around, so…
Well, right now most people react to my job, which I sort of like and unfortunately is only seasonal- I need to go a-job hunting again in July- with only slightly less horror than telemarketers get(“you score those #*$@ing standardized tests? let me rant about them for an hour.”) but I still write. And I’m still short.
Ummm . . . there was this guy named Linty, and he was, like, born, and then there was diapers and school and . . . uhhh, gym . . . oh, and shiny things. Lots and lots of beautiful shiny things. Then there was more school . . . and basic training . . . and beer. A lot of beer. And now, like, I’m married and stuff, and . . .
hold on
i’m farkin’ married!
Let’s back up.
hmmm, diapers, school, shiny things, basic, beer. It must have been in the beer stage of life. I’m guessing beer.
I hope it wasn’t basic.
Splitfoot: A Portrait of the Man
I was born in a small town in Kentucky to underaged parents on the brisk Autumn Equinox of 1978. My parents had a list of names for a girl, most of them beginning with M, IIRC. Since I happened to not be a girl, they named be after my father. But they didn’t want me to be a Jr., so they changed the spelling of my first name and gave everyone the crummy excuse that I was named after a certain cartoon rodent.
My childhood in the back hills was pretty uneventful. I had a mutt named Chewy (back in them thar hills, we like to call mixed breeds ‘soup hounds’) and didn’t learn much about wearing shoes or the alphabet. Instead my parents turned me on to the more pertinent things that I would need to function in society:
Facts - Chewing on a weed makes you look cool, and farmers don’t like dogs who chase cows. And Girls are fun to throw toads at
Skills - Catching Crawdads in the ‘crick’ and not stepping on snakes in the tobacco fields.
Fashion - Overalls with no shirt underneath, and a swell brown sheriffs outfit that made me look like one of those children in elementary school that no one would talk to.
When I was 5, we moved a small town in northern Indiana, which is where 95% of all my family still resides. Since we were around my extremely religious grandmother, I was forced to attend church. This changed my life drastically, and here are the things that I learned:
Facts - All music that doesn’t suck is bad for me, and history is full of begating. Also, scruffy guys with long hair that can do party tricks are reighteous, unless they’re anyone you’ve met personally. Then they’re sinners. And all girls are sinners, especially long haired scruffy ones.
Skills - How to sleep peacefully when there are things going on in your immediate vicinity.
Fashion - Jesus digs chicks in stirrup pants and young men with brown suits and clip on ties.
After a few months, they realized they were losing the battle. One of two things always happened on these trips: 1.) They would give me paper and crowns to entertain me, on which I would draw monsters in fights to the death, or 2.) I would go to sleep.
In elementary school, things changed a lot for me. I did a wonderful job, getting straight A’s up until the 6th grade, where I had this horrible harpy of a teacher for science. But it was fun, mainly because my friends and I weren’t in to troublesomely stressful matters like girls. Instead we dove right in to a lot of the overindulgences of the 80’s (excluding cocaine, and as I mention before, girls) like Miami vice and Rubix Cubes. Here’s what I learned:
Facts - If you don’t do drugs and finish school, you can go to college and get a job as a guy who wears a bitchin cat suit and goes around to elementary schools carrying a jambox and teaching kids that if they stay of drugs and stay ins school, they could grow up to be as cool as you, and the letter K is jealous of the letter C because they make the same sound. Drawing monsters fighting to the death means you are creative. Also, girls have cooties and not bathing and wearing socks over your ears keeps them away.
And Policemen are your friends.
Skills - Coloring and counting to 100, and how to say all 50 states in alphabetical order when put to music that was definately not Motley Crue.
Fashion - Rude Dog shirts and mullets are definately cool, but smoking is definately not
After elementary school came the horror of junior high. For those of you who live in places that don’t have junior highs, it is pretty much the 95th circle of hell. This is where I learned that aspiring to be a rock star made me a bad person, and dressing like one was even worse. It was kind of like church, as they inforced strict prison like dress codes which no one in elementary school seemed to care about. And everyone was in a puberty crisis, from getting their first wet dreams and having acne to seeing that the good old trends that we grew up with didn’t last forever as the early 90’s took hold. We watched Guns’N’ Roses give way to Vanilla Ice, and jeans we had worked so hard to put bitchin holes in the knees of give way to hammer pants. Here are the things that I learned:
Facts - Dressing however you want is bad. Wearing a leather jacket and a Poison shirt and drawing monsters fighting to the death can get you labeled a satanist. This will lead to a trip to the guidance counseler, who has a great fear that you might be obsessed with death and/or suicidal. And if you dress like this, policemen might not be your friends. You must start thinking about college NOW, because if you don’t, you’re a loser who will never get a sweet job as a guy who gives seminars to out of wack teenage kids with raging hormones who goes to junior highes and gives seminars about how important college is. And girls morphed into strange demonic creatures once a month who get out of crappy home ec class because they start to hemmorage, but we still find them strangely intrigueing
Skills - Absolutely none.
Fashion - Shaving stripes in your hair is cool, especially when you smoke.
On to high school. Although the first year is a blur of bad grades and not shaving because I discovered pot, I cleaned up my sophomore year. Not the pot part, though. I had grown smarter, and figured out that if you dress trendy and get good grades, the teachers really don’t care what you do. I got my first girlfriend and I was on top of the world. I stared in plays, had my own band, and me and my group of friends did everything we could to make our highschool as hip and politically aware as the Seattle scene that we so adored. We were extremely cool because we played hacky sack in the halls between periods and talked about religious freedom and things we had no idea about like Bob Marley and the state of the economy in China. As the end of our senior years came about, we had possibly achieved the stature of being the coolest people alive. And here is what I learned from those golden years:
Facts - Going to college is definately cool, because you can do things like protest and get high and talk about how the man is bringing you down. If you go, you can land a job as an activist who goes to colleges and gets college kids to start protest marches. Cartoons are cool again because getting high makes them funny. Everybody gets high except for squares, and policeman are some sort of deranged sadists that are trying to keep your political statements unheard. Drawing pictures of monsters is still cool, but only if it represents political satire. And the first girl you get involved with will end up being your first step on the road to ultimately hating girls.
Skills - Political outrage, rolling a joint and writing deep poetry.
Fashion - Dressing like everyone else is not cool, unless everyone else is shopping at thrift stores. The most god awful mismatched clothing is definately cool, such as green courderoys and a orange T-Shirt that says “Free Mumia Now!” And smoking is tolerated but not cool, untill everyone around you is drunk. Then it becomes cool, because smoking and talking about political outrage is a good combination.
I skipped college and moved to Seattle, where I found my beloved Seattle seen to have been dead for a few years already. So I slowly fell into the Goth scene, where all of us were tortured intellectuals who were smarter than everyone else who didn’t wear black and listen to spiritual music. We also learned that we were more beautiful than everyone else, and that no one had been quite as cool as us since the 1800’s. After that bried stint, I had an epiphany: everything is funny. I realized I didn’t belong there because I liked other different kinds of music, and I made fun of myself for the way I dressed. So began to emerge the creature that Splitfoot is now. So I became a real boy. I began collecting tattoos and piercings when I felt like it, and hanging out with whoever I liked. I found out that I love alcohol, and smoking, and ended up ultimately working in a bar. So what have I finally learned from these 25 years on earth ultimately?
Facts - Everything you do is bad for you, and somewhere, there is somebody who disapproves of it, from jogging to smoking crack. 90% of us are going to be divorced or never married at all, and most of us who have any personality at all are going to be content sitting at a local pub when we’re old and yucking it up with the other regulars. Why? Why not, it doesn’t sound that bad to me. I would rather be doing that than setting in my living room of my out of style house with a crabby wife who really doesn’t like me anymore, but stays with me because that’s all we’ve known for the past 40 years. Also, cartoons rock, especially when your not stoned. The chances that you are going to meet a girl with even 30% common interest factor is slim, but even if you do it doesn’t matter because aside from private parts that fit together we SIMPLY ARE NOT COMPATIBLE. Also, no matter what your opinions are, there is always going to be someone who considers themselves a tortured intellectual that is willing to tear into you for your opinion instead of trying to converse about it. They like to use such phrases as “You’re too young to know shit about that yet,” and throw out names of philosophers that they’re hoping you haven’t ever read the works of because they haven’t themselves. Also, drawing monsters RULES, and most people around you will agree if you flick a bunch of paint on a canvas that looks like an ape got dipped in paint and had a seizure on. Also, everyone loves music and movies, but have the right to stop liking particular music/movie once more than 25 people they know have heard it/seen it. And, of course, policemen are assholes who have nothing better to do than to harass innocent people who are doing illegal things instead of doing “their jobs”, whatever the hell that means. And last but not least, most people I know who went to college and got the job they went for hate it after 5 years of doing it and wish they would have waited and thought about it more.
Skills - How to calm the urge to puch most people in the face when they talk, how to make a mean Manhatten, to laugh of most things people do because most of us do a lot of stupid things all the time, how to find a humorous side in everything and how to give a cabbie direction to my house even though I’m so drunk I can’t speak.
Fashion - Jeans, due rag or Hellboy hat, hoodie or leather jacket, wife beaters or long sleeved T-shirts. Rude dog shirt would rule, but I haven’t seen one in a while. Smoking cigarettes is not cool, but it doesn’t suck. It gives you cancer but no one really cares anymore even though we all know someone whose died from it. And those behind the curtain adds are really annoying.
So that’s my life so far. Hope it’s entertaining. I’m going to smoke now, because I PERSONALLY think it makes me look cool. So Nyah.
This is a way cool thread.
I’m an old fart around here. It’s neat to see how expressive and literate the young pups are on SDMB.
I’m 44. Well, 45 next month. In my mind I’m still 19. I was born in the frozen north woods of Minnesota. My grand-folks were Wobblies and I was raised on the teat of what I call “small-s socialism”. I remember being rocked on my grandma’s knee while she sang, “You ain’t been called nothin’ if you ain’t been called a Red.”
I have an older sibling. My folks should have never married. They don’t like each other and remain married to this day…and still fight like two cats in a sack. Sheesh. You think people would learn. :smack:
After surviving a boring life in the tundra I earned my nursing degree and have been a critical care nurse in the same hospital for almost 21 years. In nursing school I met a sultry Ukrainian girl who is now Missus Eggerhaus. We have two awesome kids. Our son is in university and is a saxophone performance major. Our daughter is still in high school and, to quote her, “wants to lead a Bohemian lifestyle and have a man on the side.” They are both doing their own thing and thinking for themselves, so I figure we did a decent job of raising them. Our house was “kid central” when the kids were younger. We were the cool parents that our kids’ friends could talk with…da missus and I believe that you should care for young folk and listen to them. To this day my son’s friends still stop by to shoot the breeze with us.
Somewhere along the way I was bushwhacked by the living God. I’m an ordained deacon in the Episcopal Church and serve a congregation of about 110 families. When I wear my “Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes” (the round collar) I look like Daffy Duck. I believe there is one God but many paths to him/her.
I am a huge Dylan freak. He was a northern boy, too. I listen to his music every day. I became a fan when I was 12 and hear “Positively 4th Street” on the radio.
I collect giraffes and tattoos.
This thread reminds me that we got to take care of each other. You guys are awesome.