Posted on 01/03/2013 6:36:29 PM PST by BenLurkin
Is there room for the mechanically-inclined contributor (one who merely screws everything up) ?
I knowwwww, giggle
I’m crocheting an extension onto the garage.
The problem is that their sanitation practices don’t meet accepted safety specs. Additionally, if an animal on the line goes down (dies), it is still processed as human food, as opposed to industrial practice of using the downed animal in animal feed. You’re correct, ‘Face: it’s a socio-political construct, and with that, I’ll shut up.
Remember that stuff Voltaire said about planting your own garden and valuing your career? Makes sense. I’m very happy for you!
Would that it were I!
How stupid is it that a butchering implement not be seen by an animal? What? They will sue the butcher? Meat is RED because of its BLOOD content! *sheesh*
Do I haf ta come UP there??
LOL, did you get any sleep?
I had not heard that from Voltaire, so I looked it up. It turns out that’s what I’ve been doing all along. I am largely self-taught. I hated school so much!
Well, I have to give it up to them in a way: No predators. That means my kittehs are safe from them, if I am not.
Actually, my “neighbors” are the same. I don’t see any more of them before I moved because 1) We all live here, 2) I’m not physically/mentally/emotionally capable of meeting “everyone,” and 3) some here are “shut-ins” and I will never meet them, since the “privacy” rules apply. I can’t just go to the office and ask for the apartment numbers of those who can’t get out.
My own “problems” preclude me from being a more sociable person. Since contracting CFIDS, I have no social life. Actually, I have no life. *sigh*
But I am happy with a place that has more room and has east-facing windows. Life is GOOD!
Yes, the catz only work me up once and I arose around 0700. However, getting sleep must be some sort of shock to my system because I haven’t felt well all day (nauseated and headachy). Went to sleep again when we came home (returned early after errands instead of completing the whole list) and I’m still green around the gills. Weirdest of all, no appetite.
Hi Shimmer1, nice to see you!
Did something go wrong?
I was an education junkie. I had over 200 semester hours under my belt before 1993. Got hooked on distance learning in the ‘90’s and online courses after that that gave me more marketable skills. (Did mid-life career switch so that was necessary—lots of course completion and skills enhancement but no college credit—since functionality and performance were the meaningful elements in the equation, and since my job offered tons of educational opportunities at no cost whatsoever to the employee other than hours off the job devoted to same since they piled so much work on us that there was no way I could do coursework on the job—I racked up a pile of job-specific competencies as well as record-breaking fatigue.) Nothing, however, has cured the run-on sentences. Being self-taught is so efficient. If you did it online or by reading, you eliminate commuting time right off the bat. Distractions are minimized, etc. Self-taught is the way to go for some of us!
I just started feeling ill after we completed about half of the errands and Mr. Sg just turned the car around and drove home. I’m sure I’ll be fine in the morning. Thanks for your concern!
Good luck to Pat tomorrow, and good night and sweet dreams to y’all!
Then they are “good” in the sense they leave you the farg alone. I’d love that. I’m a hermit too. Here I am in my space, there you are in yours, we’re happy as a clam.
Now go sell your damned aluminum siding somewhere else.
Self-taught is great. But when one has to pay bills and buy groceries, there is no resume’ to back up the claims.
Since I was in a minority (”Displaced Homemaker Under the age of 45”) my self-teaching got me absolutely nowhere. There is a problem with “over-education” but there is also a problem with “under-education.”
When I learned computer and office skills, I was so far behind the “Curve” that I was almost unemployable. By the time I had honed my skills enough to be “valuable,” I contracted CFIDS and everything, from that point on, was moot.
It was good enough for Abraham Lincoln. Good enough for just me.
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