Posted on 02/03/2015 6:27:08 AM PST by MasterMason
I just re-joined FR and I would like to post to my local NC state board but I am not able to. How do I get the ability to do that?
Umm..
How did you know that was the other comment?
My wife has a Jack Snow type in her memory.
I think I can remember some of the people who I went to grade school with, but not with the vividness that you two do.
Jack Snow was the meanest kid on the block and the little creep crashed my birthday party (he was 10) and found the hidden cake and ate all the walnuts.
*shudder*
I don’t know whatever happened to him, as he wasn’t in the high school year books. Good thing...I would have drawn horns on his head.
Mrs. ArGee remembers some kid who sat behind her in home room and relentlessly kicked her chair for the entire year - whatever year that was.
I guess I was lucky to be as shunned as I was until I was a Junior in H.S.
In first grade, there was a boy who sat behind me. We had those old desks where the seat for one held the desk top for the desk behind. There was a hole for an inkwell and a groove across the top to hold pencils.
My hair was long and I kept it in braids. He would sit there, being bored and pull my braids. I finally got tired of it and told him, “Sam, if you pull my braids one more time, I’m going to punch you!”
Sadly, Sam did not listen...he pulled my braid, but in doing so, he snaked his left hand into the cubby hole of the desk, grabbed my braid with his right hand and stuck it into the inkwell where he grabbed it with his left hand. Wrong move.
I pivoted on that braid, grabbed him by the lapels on his shirt, yanked him out of his seat, tearing the lapels in the process, and punched him in the nose. He let go of my braid. And his nose was bloodied.
I was sent to the Principal’s office where he reprimanded me, but I told him in 6-year old language that Sam had been warned and I was a woman of my word.
My parents thought it was funny, but ya know? All the way through school, none of the boys wanted to date me.
Yah - pulling braids is one of the tamer of the ideas we get about touching girls.
And we want to do it long before they want to let us. That’s where the rough play comes in.
By the time I was in Jr. High, I could out-athlete all the boys in class and most of them in the school. Small town, small schools.
I excelled at soft ball, and was a center fielder. In basketball, I was a guard because I was so tall, but I had practiced so much that I never missed a basket. Volleyball was good because I was the server. Somehow, I was always chosen first!
And my athletic body is now an arthritic body. The price I paid for being in demand!
That's a good attitude!
You have my sympathy 100%, and nertz to whoever (or whatever ... like the computer) is making you unhappy!
Sadly, I’ve always been an optimist, which probably explains my gullibility in the current situation. I keep reminding myself, out loud, that it is not my fault, and I have no reason to feel guilty or inferior.
It’s just so hard on my soul and my self-esteem. As the days pass, it will hurt less and less. Right now, I just need to rely on my logical self to sort it all out. It will all be OK. It’s just that the process is painful.
It’s not your fault. You deserve better. You are not inferior!
I have that printed on the inside of my forehead, thanks!
Dang. This is such a sucky situation.
You can’t see inspirational messages on the inside of your forehead. You have to put them on sticky notes on your computer and mirrors.
I will have to see if I have enough money for gas. I’m running a little low, and I want to go to the laundramat on Monday. I don’t know if they use quarters or dollar bills, now, so I will have to check it out ahead of time.
I’m prone to panic when I get down to a quarter tank, and it’s getting there. Luckily, I can coast down the hill and right into a gas bay! LOL!
We had a minor earthquake today in Vegas, and a small temblor last night that made me think my bed is possessed!
I need to find something to occupy my time besides the computer. I got most of the websites downloaded that I need, but I’m still fighting the printer.
And now, I feel like I will have to contact HP to get the thing to respond properly. Maybe they have a download for the driver.
You could watch a movie! I’m down to a quarter tank, but I want to get gas after we get into South Carolina tomorrow, because it’s 20 cents less/gallon.
I read lots of inspirational messages on FB, but what I’m missing is the Ensign magazine. I thought I renewed the subscription in January, but it’s almost June, and I haven’t received a copy (monthly).
The text is available online, but that’s not the same as lying in bed and reading the magazine. I miss that. And I need the spiritual uplift.
I agree, reading online isn’t the same.
I would have to go to bed to watch a movie, and my home theater died when it was dropped, so there is nothing I can do out here. No stereo, no good TV programs, and no movies. That’s hard for me to endure.
I don’t have Netflix any more, so that’s out too.
*sigh*
And that’s why I spend so much time glued to the PC...
Tom the Mockingbird just drove Jake in from the back yard again. He really dislikes Jake!
LOL!
There is a loose cat here (against the rules) and she is so friendly, she will present her belly to be rubbed. If you quit, however, she will attack your arm and draw blood! Needless to say, I don’t touch her. She is a big tuxedo cat, and really affectionate. Until YOU quit being affectionate! LOL!
Took a trek to the post office. Well actually I walked to the end of the drive to the mailbox. On the way back to the house I came across a bird’s nest lying in the yard. Apparently the wind had dislodged it from the tree above. Either that or the local squirrel raided it and knocked it out of the tree.
Based on the three turquoise eggs (broken) on the ground in the immediate vicinity I presumed it to be the former home of the Robins who scolded the cats and any humans who passed in that general vicinity. Since Robins typically lay four eggs, the squirrel raid theory could explain both the dislodged nest and the apparent missing egg.
The parent Robins did not yell at me for passing under their tree this time...
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