Jester;1094031 wrote: Yeah I understand, been there, when the way seems pretty much gone, but, sometimes ya have to look back at where you were coming from, maybe it wasn't such a bad place?
Mind ya I have no idea what the circumstances are. Best of luck in the new year!
Where I was coming from was pretty good. No doubt about that.
Losing sight of the track has been a real test of my spirit. I've learnt some stuff.
But, out of the last two years, I have gained something I had given up on. There's more to this than meets the eye and would take too much to explain here and now. But I have gained a child, a daughter. Even now she makes me cry with joy. She has the most wonderful temperament. Yeah, she gets the whinge up from time to time, but nothing major that can't be resolved. When we're together, we're like best mates.:-4:-4
Here's an example -
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She is a darling, I love her popping out of the box!:-4
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OpenMind;1094034 wrote: Where I was coming from was pretty good. No doubt about that.
Losing sight of the track has been a real test of my spirit. I've learnt some stuff.
But, out of the last two years, I have gained something I had given up on. There's more to this than meets the eye and would take too much to explain here and now. But I have gained a child, a daughter. Even now she makes me cry with joy. She has the most wonderful temperament. Yeah, she gets the whinge up from time to time, but nothing major that can't be resolved. When we're together, we're like best mates.:-4:-4
Here's an example -
oh she is sooooooo cute!
Losing sight of the track has been a real test of my spirit. I've learnt some stuff.
But, out of the last two years, I have gained something I had given up on. There's more to this than meets the eye and would take too much to explain here and now. But I have gained a child, a daughter. Even now she makes me cry with joy. She has the most wonderful temperament. Yeah, she gets the whinge up from time to time, but nothing major that can't be resolved. When we're together, we're like best mates.:-4:-4
Here's an example -
oh she is sooooooo cute!
Life is just to short for drama.
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chonsigirl;1094036 wrote: She is a darling, I love her popping out of the box!:-4
I hope you clicked on the picture.:-4
I hope you clicked on the picture.:-4
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OpenMind;1094045 wrote: I hope you clicked on the picture.:-4
I did!
I did!
Life is just to short for drama.
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Odie;1094048 wrote: I did!
The purple item in the box with her is her Blammy (I've no idea where the name comes from). That was the first thing she set me straight on. Where she goes, Blammy goes also. God forbid anyone who gets between her and Blammy.:wah::-4
The purple item in the box with her is her Blammy (I've no idea where the name comes from). That was the first thing she set me straight on. Where she goes, Blammy goes also. God forbid anyone who gets between her and Blammy.:wah::-4
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Jester;1094088 wrote: Thats what we all need then! Blammys for everyone!:wah:
Funny isn't it. I don't think I ever had anything like it until my grandparents took over my upbringing. Then it was a teddy and just not the same and he didn't last.
My daughter has a real close on relationship with her Blammy. Blammy is more important than her Mum and me.
Who's that character in Charlie Brown fgs. I remember this as a child. One of CB's friends carried a blanket and sucked his thumb.
I have no problem with Arabella having a blanket as a comfort except that I have to keep reminding her to pick it up and she has a go at me if I forget to remind her.
Funny isn't it. I don't think I ever had anything like it until my grandparents took over my upbringing. Then it was a teddy and just not the same and he didn't last.
My daughter has a real close on relationship with her Blammy. Blammy is more important than her Mum and me.
Who's that character in Charlie Brown fgs. I remember this as a child. One of CB's friends carried a blanket and sucked his thumb.
I have no problem with Arabella having a blanket as a comfort except that I have to keep reminding her to pick it up and she has a go at me if I forget to remind her.
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Jester;1094093 wrote: Linus!
I have a neice that has a 'wubby' same thing, I swear at the rate she's going she'll be headed to college and still have that thing...
I can't recall having anything like that. I did have a ruger 22 cal single action revolver and cowboy holster that I was as attached to as breath for a while. So I kinda see how shes feels abotu stuff like that!
Give me blue steel anyday though!:yh_rotfl
Those were the days. When you could play cowboys and indians, cops and robbers, English and German fighter planes, we were always killing each other in those days. In back gardens, playgrounds, rocky beaches, building sites. Guns and caps.
We'd wrestle each other, ultra-spy stuff.
Jeez. You gotta be under ten to get away with that stuff now.
The real problem now is that kids do it for real. How did that come to be?
I have a neice that has a 'wubby' same thing, I swear at the rate she's going she'll be headed to college and still have that thing...
I can't recall having anything like that. I did have a ruger 22 cal single action revolver and cowboy holster that I was as attached to as breath for a while. So I kinda see how shes feels abotu stuff like that!
Give me blue steel anyday though!:yh_rotfl
Those were the days. When you could play cowboys and indians, cops and robbers, English and German fighter planes, we were always killing each other in those days. In back gardens, playgrounds, rocky beaches, building sites. Guns and caps.
We'd wrestle each other, ultra-spy stuff.
Jeez. You gotta be under ten to get away with that stuff now.
The real problem now is that kids do it for real. How did that come to be?
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Jester;1094098 wrote: :yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
Oh yer killin me OM-
For us it was dirt clod fights! We had entire battles, campaigns and wars going on, town kids against the farm kids on our party line.
We played cowboys and indans and sherrif and bankrobber a lot. Hardly played actual 'war' with toy guns.
I think when/where I grew up we were kept busy with work, play time wasn't so developed. We played sports and had our rivalries with the town kids. Today kids have too much free time they need to be kept busy with real work so they dont have time to kill each other for real.
This is all stuff I'm scratching the back of my head on at the moment. There's so much other stuff I need to get on top off, I haven't had time to get on top of this new stuff.
Kids are kids and always, as far as I'm concerned, need a helping hand. And, if I use the word loosely, if kids are disadvantaged, they just need someone to look up to.
Oh yer killin me OM-
For us it was dirt clod fights! We had entire battles, campaigns and wars going on, town kids against the farm kids on our party line.
We played cowboys and indans and sherrif and bankrobber a lot. Hardly played actual 'war' with toy guns.
I think when/where I grew up we were kept busy with work, play time wasn't so developed. We played sports and had our rivalries with the town kids. Today kids have too much free time they need to be kept busy with real work so they dont have time to kill each other for real.
This is all stuff I'm scratching the back of my head on at the moment. There's so much other stuff I need to get on top off, I haven't had time to get on top of this new stuff.
Kids are kids and always, as far as I'm concerned, need a helping hand. And, if I use the word loosely, if kids are disadvantaged, they just need someone to look up to.
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Jester;1094103 wrote: Disadvantaged? I hear that a lot applied to folks that aren't disadvantaged, if ya got food on the table a roof over yer head and the clothes on yer back you got more than most folks have...
It seems to me the kids that have the basics are as bad as the kids who are truly disadvantaged.
I've run across a lot of kids that if ya give them a fair shake and be up front with them then they are willing to take a few hard knocks to learn. So I agree with ya they do need someone to look up to and be honest with them.
That's not what they're getting though, is it?
I know in England, people are too segregated. "He's a different class, a different colour, different religion, a different estate." All this began after WWII. Before then, the classes in this country were posited. So, the question is establishing the cause of the real disease.
Were the classes truly respected? I think not. Charles Dickens is the mouthpiece here. His works exemplified not only the differences between the classes, but also the disrespect afforded to the lower classes.
However far back you look in history in whatever race, you will find class structure. This is normal and the cause for this goes back to our tribal origins.
But no tribe would put up with a patriarch or leader that condemned it to death. And herein lies the difference and the source of the problem that we find today.
It seems to me the kids that have the basics are as bad as the kids who are truly disadvantaged.
I've run across a lot of kids that if ya give them a fair shake and be up front with them then they are willing to take a few hard knocks to learn. So I agree with ya they do need someone to look up to and be honest with them.
That's not what they're getting though, is it?
I know in England, people are too segregated. "He's a different class, a different colour, different religion, a different estate." All this began after WWII. Before then, the classes in this country were posited. So, the question is establishing the cause of the real disease.
Were the classes truly respected? I think not. Charles Dickens is the mouthpiece here. His works exemplified not only the differences between the classes, but also the disrespect afforded to the lower classes.
However far back you look in history in whatever race, you will find class structure. This is normal and the cause for this goes back to our tribal origins.
But no tribe would put up with a patriarch or leader that condemned it to death. And herein lies the difference and the source of the problem that we find today.
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OpenMind;1094049 wrote: The purple item in the box with her is her Blammy (I've no idea where the name comes from). That was the first thing she set me straight on. Where she goes, Blammy goes also. God forbid anyone who gets between her and Blammy.:wah::-4
is it a blanket or a stuffed toy, couldn`t make it out.
is it a blanket or a stuffed toy, couldn`t make it out.
Life is just to short for drama.
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OpenMind;1094096 wrote: Those were the days. When you could play cowboys and indians, cops and robbers, English and German fighter planes, we were always killing each other in those days. In back gardens, playgrounds, rocky beaches, building sites. Guns and caps.
We'd wrestle each other, ultra-spy stuff.
Jeez. You gotta be under ten to get away with that stuff now.
The real problem now is that kids do it for real. How did that come to be?
guns n caps were awesome! I had a cowgirl outfit!:guitarist:guitarist
We'd wrestle each other, ultra-spy stuff.
Jeez. You gotta be under ten to get away with that stuff now.
The real problem now is that kids do it for real. How did that come to be?
guns n caps were awesome! I had a cowgirl outfit!:guitarist:guitarist
Life is just to short for drama.
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Odie;1094122 wrote: is it a blanket or a stuffed toy, couldn`t make it out.
A blanket, Odie.
In all truth it's a ritual that appears to have been instilled in her.
A blanket, Odie.
In all truth it's a ritual that appears to have been instilled in her.
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Odie;1094123 wrote: guns n caps were awesome! I had a cowgirl outfit!:guitarist:guitarist
AWESOME!:yh_tong2:yh_tong2
Phwoar!
AWESOME!:yh_tong2:yh_tong2
Phwoar!
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Jester;1094124 wrote: You know Im convinced that had I lived on the american frontier in the early stages of our new america I'd have gone into it to live the way I want to regardless of how society was classed. Had I been in merry old england at the age of sail I'd have been a captain and by outlaw if necessary.
I don't see gumption any more, where are the daring men who will go out at all cost and seek the unknown?
I was just talking to another person here about how much I respect hard workers regardless of class structure. Some how we have to teach kids never to give up and kee right on workin hard.
When I was still a child and after my grandparents had taken me on and adopted me, my new Mum told me about America. I have never forgotten this because it shaped my perspective of America in my tiny young mind.
She told me how wonderful America was. She told me how everyone had a chance, every idea had a chance (this is what started the chat because I'd had this idea then). She told me how an English inventor had to go to America to get refrigerators up and running, etc.
She told me how, as a young girl, her parents moved to America and would still be there to this day if her Father hadn't died. (We won't go into the whether I would be alive thing here - too complicated). Essentially, for the brief time my Mum was in America, she was enamoured by it.
That means a lot to me because my Mum was a real down to earth gal. Always helping someone out here or there at her own cost. The common term would be that she was the salt of the earth. Kids loved her from the moment they set eyes on her and she fostered a lot.
Shortly after she died, I came across a book that was given to her when her family departed for America. There is an inscription inside by the donor. "To Annie,
Wishing you all happiness in the home to which you are travelling.
"Yours affectionately
"Donald and May parker
"April 1926.
"I know not where God's islands
Lift their fronded palms in air;
I only know we cannot drift
Beyond His love and care".
I never knew about the book until after my Mum died. The book is about a missionary who went to West Africa and died there doing her work. She was called 'The White Queen of Okoyong'.
My Mum was never religious, as such, though she did a hell of a lot of good works on the sly. She was honest and stout and told no one a lie. I grew up on her home made cooking where pies had meat and you had to add gravy rather than the other way round as you do nowadays.
I grew up between two worlds. The world of my grandparents who did what was right and was their duty and did for each other; and a world that was questioning these values.
I don't see gumption any more, where are the daring men who will go out at all cost and seek the unknown?
I was just talking to another person here about how much I respect hard workers regardless of class structure. Some how we have to teach kids never to give up and kee right on workin hard.
When I was still a child and after my grandparents had taken me on and adopted me, my new Mum told me about America. I have never forgotten this because it shaped my perspective of America in my tiny young mind.
She told me how wonderful America was. She told me how everyone had a chance, every idea had a chance (this is what started the chat because I'd had this idea then). She told me how an English inventor had to go to America to get refrigerators up and running, etc.
She told me how, as a young girl, her parents moved to America and would still be there to this day if her Father hadn't died. (We won't go into the whether I would be alive thing here - too complicated). Essentially, for the brief time my Mum was in America, she was enamoured by it.
That means a lot to me because my Mum was a real down to earth gal. Always helping someone out here or there at her own cost. The common term would be that she was the salt of the earth. Kids loved her from the moment they set eyes on her and she fostered a lot.
Shortly after she died, I came across a book that was given to her when her family departed for America. There is an inscription inside by the donor. "To Annie,
Wishing you all happiness in the home to which you are travelling.
"Yours affectionately
"Donald and May parker
"April 1926.
"I know not where God's islands
Lift their fronded palms in air;
I only know we cannot drift
Beyond His love and care".
I never knew about the book until after my Mum died. The book is about a missionary who went to West Africa and died there doing her work. She was called 'The White Queen of Okoyong'.
My Mum was never religious, as such, though she did a hell of a lot of good works on the sly. She was honest and stout and told no one a lie. I grew up on her home made cooking where pies had meat and you had to add gravy rather than the other way round as you do nowadays.
I grew up between two worlds. The world of my grandparents who did what was right and was their duty and did for each other; and a world that was questioning these values.