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Topics => General Board => Topic started by: John Florida on October 27, 2013, 07:09:25 PM
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The wife finally picked out her first pistol.Praise be I thought it would never happen.
(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/th?id=H.4677521216834312&w=196&h=168&c=7&rs=1&pid=1.7)
It's only a .22 but it's a first step that took for ever for her to take!!
::danceban:: ::bustamove::
It's a Sig Mosquito!!
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Small victories, babe; we take 'em when we can, right?
Tell Nan congratulations from me, will you?
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Congrats!
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Small victories, babe; we take 'em when we can, right?
Tell Nan congratulations from me, will you?
Of course,she'll be glad to hear it.
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Nice. Can't go wrong with a SIG.
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Happy shootin'!
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Congrats to both of ya! Now scrounge some ammo and let her get comfortable with it.
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It could become expensive. My wife expects us to hit the range every week now that she's an enthusiast. With cold weather in the offing she's suggesting that I find an indoor range. machinegun
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It could become expensive. My wife expects us to hit the range every week now that she's an enthusiast. With cold weather in the offing she's suggesting that I find an indoor range. machinegun
I hate indoor ranges and I don't think she will like them either. Have fun, find somebody that has a plinking range set up. We used to kill empties(bottles) and whatever we could find as good targets when we were kids 35 years ago. Can't do sh*t today unless you enjoy water filled plastic containers.
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Can you cash in soda cans for the bottle deposit if they are full of bullet holes?
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Can you cash in soda cans for the bottle deposit if they are full of bullet holes?
As long as the UPC code can be machine read. ;D
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Um, what machine? I've never redeemed my bottles/cans at a machine. Ever. My grocery store has big cardboard boxes you throw the empties in, with an employee watching and counting as you do so. Then you go to a register to get your nickel per.
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Unbelievable! I am just sitting here at the computer and I said out loud............... that would be a nice one to get my wife but I said her name. I never mentioned a gun just that "it would be a nice one". She was sitting nearby in the other room and said are you looking at a gun for me. I go how the heck did you know I was talking about a gun for you. She said I know how you think. Are all you ladies this attuned its almost like God gave you the gift to look into our minds and see what we are thinking. I have no idea how you women think. Heck, I feel like a a$$, I don't even know what her favorite color is.
I am sorry John to sidetrack your post that is a nice gun and I am considering one like this for my psychic wife.
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Unbelievable! I am just sitting here at the computer and I said out loud............... that would be a nice one to get my wife but I said her name. I never mentioned a gun just that "it would be a nice one". She was sitting nearby in the other room and said are you looking at a gun for me. I go how the heck did you know I was talking about a gun for you. She said I know how you think. Are all you ladies this attuned its almost like God gave you the gift to look into our minds and see what we are thinking. I have no idea how you women think. Heck, I feel like a a$$, I don't even know what her favorite color is.
::thinking:: Gunmetal gray?
I am sorry John to sidetrack your post that is a nice gun and I am considering one like this for my psychic wife.
Putting a gun in the hands of a beloved psychic wife is better than doing so for a beloved psycho wife. ::beertoast::
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The wife finally picked out her first pistol.Praise be I thought it would never happen.
(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/th?id=H.4677521216834312&w=196&h=168&c=7&rs=1&pid=1.7)
It's only a .22 but it's a first step that took for ever for her to take!!
::danceban:: ::bustamove::
It's a Sig Mosquito!!
My Daughter and her husband got me to shoot my first gun over the summer, it was a .22 as well. Now I'm hooked. The thought of me with a gun in my hand scares a lot of people... lol!
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I think your story is common for a whole lotta women Lynda. So many women can't picture what it must be like to fire a handgun until they get one in their hands and pull the trigger.
It was the same for my wife, several years ago. She was actually anti-gun until around 2000 or so. I convinced her to come shooting with me. "Just once to see if you like it" I begged.
Now she loves it. In fact, due to the cost of ammo, I have to be our "regulator", or she'd shoot every round in the house!
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I think your story is common for a whole lotta women Lynda. So many women can't picture what it must be like to fire a handgun until they get one in their hands and pull the trigger.
It was the same for my wife, several years ago. She was actually anti-gun until around 2000 or so. I convinced her to come shooting with me. "Just once to see if you like it" I begged.
Now she loves it. In fact, due to the cost of ammo, I have to be our "regulator", or she'd shoot every round in the house!
Now that there is funny, I don't care who ya are.
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I think your story is common for a whole lotta women Lynda. So many women can't picture what it must be like to fire a handgun until they get one in their hands and pull the trigger.
It was the same for my wife, several years ago. She was actually anti-gun until around 2000 or so. I convinced her to come shooting with me. "Just once to see if you like it" I begged.
Now she loves it. In fact, due to the cost of ammo, I have to be our "regulator", or she'd shoot every round in the house!
Now that there is funny, I don't care who ya are.
Indeed, I was LOL
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Unbelievable! I am just sitting here at the computer and I said out loud............... that would be a nice one to get my wife but I said her name. I never mentioned a gun just that "it would be a nice one". She was sitting nearby in the other room and said are you looking at a gun for me. I go how the heck did you know I was talking about a gun for you. She said I know how you think. Are all you ladies this attuned its almost like God gave you the gift to look into our minds and see what we are thinking. I have no idea how you women think. Heck, I feel like a a$$, I don't even know what her favorite color is.
I am sorry John to sidetrack your post that is a nice gun and I am considering one like this for my psychic wife.
Shipmate, don't let it throw you. After a short time ALL wives learn the art of reading their husband's minds. Too bad we aren't capable of learning to read theirs. :D
Mrs Sailor was dead set against having a gun in the house for years. But I brought home a .38 snubbie for home defense and figured she had best learn how to use it and talked her into going to the range with me just once.
I demonstrated to her how to hold it, load it, aim and squeeze the trigger. We went through the drill several times before she felt confident enough to try shooting so I loaded 1 round and let her take it.
She stood up to the line and aimed at the silhouette target 7 yards away, hands shaking a bit.
BANG!!!
She opened her eyes, she'd closed them when the gun went off as many do when startled and got a big grin when she realized she hit the target, low but near centerline (he'll never father kids again ;D ).
I supervised as she loaded 5 rounds and stood back as she fired them off. No real accuracy, it's a snubbie after all but she burned through a box of ammo and then made me promise we'd go shooting again ... and by the way, get yourself a gun honey. This one's mine. ;D
That was several years ago and she still enjoys shooting.
And I bought myself a 1911A1 in .45ACP, very similar to the GI model I carried as a duty sidearm off and on for 20 years. The 2 biggest differences between mine and the issue pistols is I know mine is in excellent condition and is capable of much better accuracy than I am.
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I think your story is common for a whole lotta women Lynda. So many women can't picture what it must be like to fire a handgun until they get one in their hands and pull the trigger.
It was the same for my wife, several years ago. She was actually anti-gun until around 2000 or so. I convinced her to come shooting with me. "Just once to see if you like it" I begged.
Now she loves it. In fact, due to the cost of ammo, I have to be our "regulator", or she'd shoot every round in the house!
::ohno::
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It could become expensive. My wife expects us to hit the range every week now that she's an enthusiast. With cold weather in the offing she's suggesting that I find an indoor range. machinegun
I hate indoor ranges and I don't think she will like them either. Have fun, find somebody that has a plinking range set up. We used to kill empties(bottles) and whatever we could find as good targets when we were kids 35 years ago. Can't do sh*t today unless you enjoy water filled plastic containers.
I go to Saint Lucie west to an indoor range that's only a couple of years old. The place is clean and very well lit and ventilated and is owned in part by Hannitys cousin Ed and Hannity has been down a couple of times but I never saw him.
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I think your story is common for a whole lotta women Lynda. So many women can't picture what it must be like to fire a handgun until they get one in their hands and pull the trigger.
It was the same for my wife, several years ago. She was actually anti-gun until around 2000 or so. I convinced her to come shooting with me. "Just once to see if you like it" I begged.
Now she loves it. In fact, due to the cost of ammo, I have to be our "regulator", or she'd shoot every round in the house!
But now its not "just" the .22... its the shot gun and the rifle. What have they done to me?! My ex said no guns in the house, now I know why! ::rolllaughing::
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I think your story is common for a whole lotta women Lynda. So many women can't picture what it must be like to fire a handgun until they get one in their hands and pull the trigger.
It was the same for my wife, several years ago. She was actually anti-gun until around 2000 or so. I convinced her to come shooting with me. "Just once to see if you like it" I begged.
Now she loves it. In fact, due to the cost of ammo, I have to be our "regulator", or she'd shoot every round in the house!
But now its not "just" the .22... its the shot gun and the rifle. What have they done to me?! My ex said no guns in the house, now I know why! ::rolllaughing::
Get you to a .45 ACP, darlin'. You'll never go back.
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Putting a gun in the hands of a beloved psychic wife is better than doing so for a beloved psycho wife. ::beertoast::
I could tell you stories...
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Putting a gun in the hands of a beloved psychic wife is better than doing so for a beloved psycho wife. ::beertoast::
I could tell you stories...
We have time,do tell.
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Putting a gun in the hands of a beloved psychic wife is better than doing so for a beloved psycho wife. ::beertoast::
I could tell you stories...
We have time,do tell.
Yes, please elaborate.
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I just pulled up a chair. Commence.
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Since 'Soup is still here, thank God, all must have worked out OK!
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Since 'Soup is still here, thank God, all must have worked out OK!
I know thank God he's ok,but just how much stop drop and roll did he have to do to get out with his skin in tact?? ::whatgives::
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Putting a gun in the hands of a beloved psychic wife is better than doing so for a beloved psycho wife. ::beertoast::
I could tell you stories...
We have time,do tell.
OK If you insist.
In honor of the season this one has sort of a Halloween theme. The year is 1988. I'm playing a Halloween gig in a little bar just outside of Seattle. I hate costumes (mostly too hot when I play) so I did a kind of "Groucho Marx does Angus Young" thing...
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g369/J-reb/img002_zps543d5cae.jpg)
Anyway...my then wife #2 was with me as she always was (don't want Soupie falling victim to the temptations of E-vil doncha know). Usually she was just there with grim determination to see to it that I did something, or didn't do something, or something. This particular time however we had a pretty good party going and she got sloshed.
So here it is - 02:45 on a Sunday morning. I'm dog-azzed tired from a full nights work and would prefer to go home and collapse into bed. She on the other hand is hungry. So we go to Burger King. We're both still wearing our costumes (she went as a witch - no surprise there!) so I ask if we can just do the drive-thru.
"Whopper, no pickle, extra Mayo, extra Tomato".
Gawd, I still remember it after all these years (*shiver*). She was a freak about food. Everything had to be exactly precisely correct - including the placement of the toppings and the application of the condiments. It always made eating (in, out, whatever) a challenge and an adventure....from hell.
We advance to the order window and tell them what we want. She goes through the drill of interrogating the wait-staff to make sure that they have it correct. We pull up to the 2nd window and pay for our meal. She inspects the order and (surprise surprise) finds something wrong with it. The damned pickle. "There's pickle in my hamburger!" I offer to take it out ("No - it'll still taste like pickles!). I tell her I'll eat it and buy her another one ("NO - it'll take too long!). She proceeds to shout past me to the wait-person and of course she's the picture of diplomacy...not. The clerk gives her another hamburger in the hope that we will just leave. For an ever~so~brief moment it looked like it was going to work too. We start to go and then the BFH shouts out "Stop"!
I hit the brakes and she jets out of the van and into the restaurant to confront the clerk. I park and go in to see if I can do damage control and find them screaming at one another across the counter. Over a hamburger. At 02:45 on a Sunday. Dressed like a witch.
This is going well.
The assistant manager has stepped in to take control (yea sure!). She patiently explained that they have done their good-faith effort by giving us a replacement sandwich (with the strong implication that this is it pal). By way of response wifey dives over the counter to punch the manager out. I wish they had had cellphone cameras in those days ;') I'm doing my best to restrain her when she helpfully announces to the room that "My husband has a gun and he'll shoot your friggin brains out!" I'm still trying to assess the exact moment when I first recognized that I had lost control of the situation - I keep coming back to the moment I met her.
I'm trying to coax her out of there when the cops arrive. They took it all pretty well all things considered. There was the perfunctory documents check. then the microscopic examination of my gun (S&W Model 19 w/1.5" barrel)(I'm pretty sure that the older cop wanted it for his own). And then the part that I especially enjoyed most - the scolding. Of course my guilt by association is complete and condemning. I can do nothing but apologize.
The next day was fun. As she fought the hangover she alternated between pretending not to remember a thing and being indignant at the shabby treatment she was forced to endure (snigger).
If there is any way that a person can be Obsessive-Compulsive and have Borderline Personality Disorder then she is it.
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Holy sh*t Soup, hope the next one worked out better than that but then just about anyone would. My wife want's it all correct also but will patiently wait it out without the extreme confrontation. She's a pushover LOL
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"I'm still trying to assess the exact moment when I first recognized that I had lost control of the situation - I keep coming back to the moment I met her."
::hysterical::
Sounds like most of my dating highlights!
::laughonfloor::
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I'm still trying to assess the exact moment when I first recognized that I had lost control of the situation - I keep coming back to the moment I met her.
The Philosophy of Relationships 101. Marriage compounds the problem. I know what you went through, though: My ex always had to have things on the side, mayo, dressing, sauce, syrup, butter, whatever, and complained when not done 'her way'; just eat the damn thing already! I hate pickles, but I'll just pull the suckers off, not bitch a fit over them. (Who actually expects a fast food employee to get an order right anyway? They aren't paid to do that./)
Talk about the traumatic things we remember. . . .
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I'm still trying to assess the exact moment when I first recognized that I had lost control of the situation - I keep coming back to the moment I met her.
The Philosophy of Relationships 101. Marriage compounds the problem. I know what you went through, though: My ex always had to have things on the side, mayo, dressing, sauce, syrup, butter, whatever, and complained when not done 'her way'; just eat the damn thing already! I hate pickles, but I'll just pull the suckers off, not bitch a fit over them. (Who actually expects a fast food employee to get an order right anyway? They aren't paid to do that./)
Talk about the traumatic things we remember. . . .
Doesn't really matter what you order or how nice you are to the cashier, the idiots preparing your sandwich don't give a rat's ass becasue they believe the company they're working at owes them a job\/living and we've all discussed this previously. In Japan, they taught company loyalty, in America, they taught you're the center of the universe and you can do anything you want with your life and I suppose the progs thought that meant sit on your fat ass and play video games and smoke pot until you run out of money. You then vote for some communist/democrat Repuklican ins some cases who'll give it to them at producing people's expense.
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"I'm still trying to assess the exact moment when I first recognized that I had lost control of the situation - I keep coming back to the moment I met her."
::hysterical::
Sounds like most of my dating highlights!
::laughonfloor::
Libertas, that too was the exact moment I laughed like a kindergartner on a fart joke! God forgive me. What a great story!
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I'm sorry you went through that, Soup, but you do tell a good story. ;D
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"I'm still trying to assess the exact moment when I first recognized that I had lost control of the situation - I keep coming back to the moment I met her."
::hysterical::
Sounds like most of my dating highlights!
::laughonfloor::
Libertas, that too was the exact moment I laughed like a kindergartner on a fart joke! God forgive me. What a great story!
I do enjoy a good chuckle...even as I identify with some of it.
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I'm sorry you went through that, Soup, but you do tell a good story. ;D
Thanks. There's a cathartic quality to writing them but I'm mindful of not overwhelming my audience so I promise to try and limit them.
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I'm sorry you went through that, Soup, but you do tell a good story. ;D
Thanks. There's a cathartic quality to writing them but I'm mindful of not overwhelming my audience so I promise to try and limit them.
If you can write them with the rueful and ironic humor as with this one, I'd be very happy to read as many as you care to tell.
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It's stories like this that make me feel UNDERAPPRECIATED by various family members! lol
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My mother could be that woman's sister. Except my mom wouldn't get violent. But she is relentless. She's sent steak back THREE times. She approaches every meal as if it will be her last. She recently went to a church dinner where they served the food in a line. She got to the table with her plate and decided that the fried chicken wasn't cooked to her liking and actually went over to the server and complained. He gave her another plate of food. ::facepalm::
She's like this about everything.
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It's stories like this that make me feel UNDERAPPRECIATED by various family members! lol
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My mother could be that woman's sister. Except my mom wouldn't get violent. But she is relentless. She's sent steak back THREE times. She approaches every meal as if it will be her last. She recently went to a church dinner where they served the food in a line. She got to the table with her plate and decided that the fried chicken wasn't cooked to her liking and actually went over to the server and complained. He gave her another plate of food. ::facepalm::
She's like this about everything.
LOL, your mom has never worked in a restaurant before, has she?
Actually my mom is sort of like that too. We used to always get embarrassed as kids at the sort of things she would complain about at restaurants, and tried to warn her that she shouldn't give spiteful staff an excuse to spit on something....or worse! ::speechless::
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That OCD stuff can drive you nuts. I have it but I am one of those who is a nice nuts if you know what I mean. I don't become angry or violent but I am quirky. Food doesn't bother me.
Things have to be symmetric. Its stuff like this that drives me nuts ::pullhair:::
(http://s3-ec.buzzfed.com/static/enhanced/terminal05/2012/6/1/13/enhanced-buzz-29509-1338570077-13.jpg)
(http://funnygasm.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/OCD-is-Exploding.jpg)
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Oh, see now, that would bother the hell out of me too if I had to look at it all the time.
I hate those vinyl floor tiles that they deliberately put this way/that way/this way/that way.
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I can take that. But, I need the pattern to be repeated. What I CANNOT abide is someone chewing ice...behind me especially. If everyone I have "lost it at" over my lifetime testifies, I would probably get committed instead of facing murder charges.......assuming I finally gave in to my instincts, God forbid.
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I'm glad all of you are getting this stuff off your chests.It prevents mass murders.
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I can appreciate symmetry as well as the next guy but also recognize the power of spontaneous chaos contained in a splash of asymmetry.
Tell me this dog isn't still cute just because his ears don't match:
(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g369/J-reb/lop-eared-siberian-husky_zps4faf661f.jpg)
This symmetry and OCD thing does give me a theme for my next installment ;)
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It's stories like this that make me feel UNDERAPPRECIATED by various family members! lol
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My mother could be that woman's sister. Except my mom wouldn't get violent. But she is relentless. She's sent steak back THREE times. She approaches every meal as if it will be her last. She recently went to a church dinner where they served the food in a line. She got to the table with her plate and decided that the fried chicken wasn't cooked to her liking and actually went over to the server and complained. He gave her another plate of food. ::facepalm::
She's like this about everything.
My mom was like that. She'd bitch about her mother's milk. Not a lot of fun to be around. My dad was the exact opposite, even though he suffered with various cancers from 1952 until he died in 1968.
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LOL, your mom has never worked in a restaurant before, has she?
Actually my mom is sort of like that too. We used to always get embarrassed as kids at the sort of things she would complain about at restaurants, and tried to warn her that she shouldn't give spiteful staff an excuse to spit on something....or worse! ::speechless::
My mom will be seated at the restaurant before she will tell the wait staff she'd prefer another table. But as she waits for the server to come back over in response to her motioning at him she will ask me "Don't you want to sit somewhere else?" NO NO NO I DON'T CARE AS MUCH AS YOU.
She never likes the first table they give her. When I go with her I usually say something, in a restrained but hope I'm not being rude tone, as we go in along the lines of "Mom, will you please tell them where you want to sit before they seat you? It's not important to me but it is to you."
After a few visits with my out-of-state brother he learned not to take her to the restaurants where he was a regular and knew him. !!
As a kid I didn't know that her behavior was odd--I didn't know any different. Now as an adult it drives me nuts.
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I speak to my Mother every day these days; there's lots of not-so-good stuff happening with her and my father, so I call ...
And I ask her, did you eat? Can she just say yes or no? No. No, she can't. I get the menu, including how she made it.
If I tell her about something I cook, is her first response, oooh, that sounds good? No. No, it isn't. It's a list of the included ingredients she can't eat.
"Ma, this isn't about you".
"Yeah, I know, but .........".
When we visit and go out to eat, can she simply ask if the dish contains dairy? No. No, she can't. She's got to tell the waitress, with emphasis, that's she lactose intolerant andandand ........... As if the waitress gives a sht.
I frequently ask Gunsmith to please kill me if I ever get like that ^^.
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I frequently ask Gunsmith to please kill me if I ever get like that ^^.
Pan, I'm sorry but I laughed. One evening recently I told my oldest that I sometimes worry that I'd turn into my mother and wouldn't know it. She assured me that I don't act like that now and she doubted I'd wake up one day and discovered it had happened. I've told my kids PLEASE stop me if I do!
It's sad but even my kids have had to learn over the years what to say to grandma and not say. You can not say you have sniffles -- you will probably get pneumonia. Splinter--will lose finger. Stomach hurts--appendicitis. Take a couple of deep breaths because you're tired--heart disease because you're obviously short of breath.
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Don't be sorry. We both laugh every time I say it but he knows I'm dead serious about not wanting to become my mother in that way.
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Some things about Gunsmith's folks; they're both gone now, too young ...
No matter what ya said about keeping house to his mother, her response was, "well, you could have ten bathrooms" to clean. Yeah, not much comfort there, but thanks anyway, Bev.
Gunsmith's dad's given name was Sigurd. Nobody called him Sigurd, they called him Sonny. Sonny was an ironworker his whole life and when the man tightened something down, you needed to blast it off. After he passed away, G. was awarded his gas-powered weed-wacker. *Sigh*. A while before Gunsmith got so pissed off at it stalling, tore it off the sling around his neck and hurled it across the yard (he don't have much of a temper, but when he lets it rip, run awaaaaaayyyy) it needed the spool of plastic line replaced. Yah, good luck with getting it off. We finally happened upon a Black man with enormous ham-hands in a hardware store who led us out to his truck and he wrestled off on his tailgate. To our everlasting (until the hurling) gratitude.
It seems Gunsmith has inherited the tendency to over-tighten every blasted thing on the place now. I worry about the lugnuts on my truck should I have to change my own tire, so I check, "did Sonny tighten these down?"
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"did Sonny tighten these down?"
:)
I think in our family we have a pretty good sense of what's silly peculiarities that are tease-worthy and what's just plain annoying.
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Some things about Gunsmith's folks; they're both gone now, too young ...
No matter what ya said about keeping house to his mother, her response was, "well, you could have ten bathrooms" to clean. Yeah, not much comfort there, but thanks anyway, Bev.
Gunsmith's dad's given name was Sigurd. Nobody called him Sigurd, they called him Sonny. Sonny was an ironworker his whole life and when the man tightened something down, you needed to blast it off. After he passed away, G. was awarded his gas-powered weed-wacker. *Sigh*. A while before Gunsmith got so pissed off at it stalling, tore it off the sling around his neck and hurled it across the yard (he don't have much of a temper, but when he lets it rip, run awaaaaaayyyy) it needed the spool of plastic line replaced. Yah, good luck with getting it off. We finally happened upon a Black man with enormous ham-hands in a hardware store who led us out to his truck and he wrestled off on his tailgate. To our everlasting (until the hurling) gratitude.
It seems Gunsmith has inherited the tendency to over-tighten every blasted thing on the place now. I worry about the lugnuts on my truck should I have to change my own tire, so I check, "did Sonny tighten these down?"
http://www.northerntool.com/shop/tools/NTESearch?storeId=6970&N=0&Ntk=All&Ntt=milwaukee (http://www.northerntool.com/shop/tools/NTESearch?storeId=6970&N=0&Ntk=All&Ntt=milwaukee) impact wrench&Nty=1&D=milwaukee impact wrench&Ntx=mode matchallpartial&Dx=mode matchallpartial&cmnosearch=PPC&cm_ven=bing_PPC&cm_cat=PowerTools&cm_pla=generic&cm_ite=milwaukee impact wrench&mkwid=blkss5Bnm&pcrid=780886553&mt=b
Keep it in the truck and charged. ::unknowncomic::
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That OCD stuff can drive you nuts. I have it but I am one of those who is a nice nuts if you know what I mean. I don't become angry or violent but I am quirky. Food doesn't bother me.
Things have to be symmetric. Its stuff like this that drives me nuts ::pullhair:::
(http://s3-ec.buzzfed.com/static/enhanced/terminal05/2012/6/1/13/enhanced-buzz-29509-1338570077-13.jpg)
(http://funnygasm.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/OCD-is-Exploding.jpg)
My OCD is organization and symmetrics. Just looking at these photos is making me crazy! I'm ok with the food thing too, but this - seriously??? Who thinks of these things? ::whatgives::
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I'm the one that would tilt a picture just to mess with someone. ::laughonfloor:: ::exitstageleft::
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I have a thing with symmetry too. But it's not that asymmetrical things bother me. It's that I have a very defined preference for symmetry. I find myself unconsciously observing symmetry, or moving my line of sight to bring things into symmetry.
I also find myself "lining things up" that are on different planes of distance. For instance, lining up a spot on the windshiled with a mile-marker sign as I'm driving or riding, and trying to keep them aligned. Or aligning the windshiled frame of my boat with a roofline on the shore, and keeping them aligned for as long as possble.
Strange creatures, we humans.
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I also find myself "lining things up" that are on different planes of distance. For instance, lining up a spot on the windshiled with a mile-marker sign as I'm driving or riding, and trying to keep them aligned. Or aligning the windshiled frame of my boat with a roofline on the shore, and keeping them aligned for as long as possble.
Ok, good to know. I'll be riding with someone else. ;D
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I also find myself "lining things up" that are on different planes of distance. For instance, lining up a spot on the windshiled with a mile-marker sign as I'm driving or riding, and trying to keep them aligned. Or aligning the windshiled frame of my boat with a roofline on the shore, and keeping them aligned for as long as possble.
Ok, good to know. I'll be riding with someone else. ;D
Going on 51 years old, never been in a chargeable auto accident - knock on wood.
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People with OCD drive me nuts!
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That OCD stuff can drive you nuts. I have it but I am one of those who is a nice nuts if you know what I mean. I don't become angry or violent but I am quirky. Food doesn't bother me.
Things have to be symmetric. Its stuff like this that drives me nuts ::pullhair:::
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My OCD is organization and symmetrics. Just looking at these photos is making me crazy! I'm ok with the food thing too, but this - seriously??? Who thinks of these things? ::whatgives::
The thing that makes me crazy is the one black tile out of place in the top picture.
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I have this OCD when I'm walking down a sidewalk I cannot stand to cross the joint between two sections of concrete with a different foot than the previous sections. Must have consistency!
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I have this OCD when I'm walking down a sidewalk I cannot stand to cross the joint between two sections of concrete with a different foot than the previous sections. Must have consistency!
When I drive I do all that I can to avoid the manhole covers. If you've ever hit a dislodged lid you know the reason why.
Since my town's streets are a patchwork quilt of haphazard updates and repairs the placement of manholes are all over the place. Many of the older ones have sunken several inches and can wreak havoc on a cars suspension. Consequently I can look like a drunk driver as I wiggle-waggle down the way. I actually got pulled over once on suspicion of DUI. The cop asked the typical questions but was satisfied (with some eyeroll) when I told him I was just avoiding the lids.
Who says OCD can't be controlled?!
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I have this OCD when I'm walking down a sidewalk I cannot stand to cross the joint between two sections of concrete with a different foot than the previous sections. Must have consistency!
When I drive I do all that I can to avoid the manhole covers. If you've ever hit a dislodged lid you know the reason why.
Since my town's streets are a patchwork quilt of haphazard updates and repairs the placement of manholes are all over the place. Many of the older ones have sunken several inches and can wreak havoc on a cars suspension. Consequently I can look like a drunk driver as I wiggle-waggle down the way. I actually got pulled over once on suspicion of DUI. The cop asked the typical questions but was satisfied (with some eyeroll) when I told him I was just avoiding the lids.
Who says OCD can't be controlled?!
I've yet to pulled over for driving as such but do the same thing. Paving projects are far worse with me driving all over the place so I don't hit them with the tires. Tire belts can shift if you run over or hit something, it's never the same again and they be expensive these days.
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I have this OCD when I'm walking down a sidewalk I cannot stand to cross the joint between two sections of concrete with a different foot than the previous sections. Must have consistency!
When I drive I do all that I can to avoid the manhole covers. If you've ever hit a dislodged lid you know the reason why.
Since my town's streets are a patchwork quilt of haphazard updates and repairs the placement of manholes are all over the place. Many of the older ones have sunken several inches and can wreak havoc on a cars suspension. Consequently I can look like a drunk driver as I wiggle-waggle down the way. I actually got pulled over once on suspicion of DUI. The cop asked the typical questions but was satisfied (with some eyeroll) when I told him I was just avoiding the lids.
Who says OCD can't be controlled?!
Who says OCD is always a bad thing?
After I reported to USS Nassau (LHA 4) in '91 I tended to be a bit OCD on things like having my guys "secure for sea." This means everything movable either be nailed down, taped down, screwed down, locked up, locked away or otherwise put away so it can't go flying around and bust something or someone when the ship starts rocking and rolling.
The ship was about the size of an Essex class fleet carrier of WWII, 820 feet long, 40,000 tons, flat bottomed and usually only rolled 5 to 7 degrees even in a Cape Hatteras gale. You might spill some coffee if you overfilled your cup, but ... my previous ship was a destroyer, and they can get a bit lively in weather. The Nassau has a full length flightdeck with island superstructure like a carrier.
I carried on with my obsession, and being one of the senior petty officer's in the division my word carried weight so my guys did what they were told, grumbling and complaining the whole time as sailors are wont to do.
Then one night ...
It was about 2 AM on a mid-February morning, I was on watch in the Intel Center and our battle group had just headed North through the Denmark Strait and was headed east across the Arctic Ocean above Iceland in hurricane force winds, 30 to 40 foot seas and temperatures that were colder than a landlord's heart when we were hit by TWO rogue waves estimated at 60 feet one right after the other.
The first smashed into our bows, smashing out the 6 deadlights (port holes) right below the bow end of the flight deck 40 feet above the normal waterline with the wave continuing aft and hitting the island hard enough for me to feel it shake. Just a couple of minutes later we got hit in the stern by the second which dished in the hull plating a good 6 inches, damaged an aircraft elevator, jammed the stern bay doors and provided a trough that we rolled into. Rolled a good 36 degrees in a ship not designed for it. ::praying:: 40 degrees might have seen the island break off and I'd be writing this from Davy Jones' Locker. ::)
All over the ship men were tossed from their bunks, loose equipment flew out of cabinets or off table tops. All together, out of 1800 sailors and Marines aboard we had several dozen injuries, many from flying gear. In my center my OCD paid off, no injuries and only 1 computer slid off a table to smash on the deck. It had been tied down but not well enough. That and 3 or 4 coffee cups were the only damage we took.
See, OCD isn't all bad. ;D
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LOL!
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love it!
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That bothers me.
Crap, I got OCD?!
::facepalm::
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That bothers me.
Crap, I got OCD?!
::facepalm::
Everyone has their pet peaves and dislikes. Mine is things that could hurt me. ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove::
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Everyone has their pet peaves and dislikes. Mine is things that could hurt me. ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove::
dancing like a banana? ??? ::confused::
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Everyone has their pet peaves and dislikes. Mine is things that could hurt me. ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove::
dancing like a banana? ??? ::confused::
Well, he isn't young these days (notice the "old" in his nic?); maybe "busting a move" is painful. ::exitstageleft::
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Everyone has their pet peaves and dislikes. Mine is things that could hurt me. ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove::
dancing like a banana? ??? ::confused::
Well, he isn't young these days (notice the "old" in his nic?); maybe "busting a move" is painful. ::exitstageleft::
Or just getting up in the middle of the dark to hit the can...
::hysterical::
::exitstageleft::
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Thanks a whole heck of alot IDP :o
There is a reason my wify calls me Monk (http://smileyshack.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/crazy-12_files.gif)
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Everyone has their pet peaves and dislikes. Mine is things that could hurt me. ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove::
dancing like a banana? ??? ::confused::
You've never seen me dance. (http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/party/party-smiley-048.gif) I'm a hazard to feet everywhere.
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Everyone has their pet peaves and dislikes. Mine is things that could hurt me. ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove:: ::bustamove::
dancing like a banana? ??? ::confused::
Well, he isn't young these days (notice the "old" in his nic?); maybe "busting a move" is painful. ::exitstageleft::
Just getting out of bed in the morning can be painful. That *snap crackle pop!* you hear ain't my Rice Crispys. ::cussing::
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Oh, my gosh, I can't believe I forgot this one. I guess because I've lived with it my whole life. I remembered it when I got the milk carton out just now. My mom washes all her groceries that she buys. I don't mean the produce. I mean the milk carton, the jelly jar, the mayonnaise jar, etc. Anything that's a container of some sort for food that gets handle regularly or is put on the table.
Normally, she has to empty food into a bowl to put it on the table because she doesn't like jars etc on the table but if she does put a jar on the table she will tell us "don't worry I washed the container; it's clean."
Let me tell you when you grow up with that it takes a looong time as an adult to get over the feeling you're touching something contaminated if you haven't washed it. But I got over it because who has time to wash their groceries' containers? (Ok, besides my mom.)
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Good morning Mrs. Monk! ;D
Seriously, if something looks a bit grimmy or I suspect it may have been compromised, fine, I'll take a wipe and wipe it down...but anything more than that is a bit...manic.
But I am not judging!
Different strokes...
And if it is harmless and doesn't annoy me...go for it!
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Good morning Mrs. Monk! ;D
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Different strokes...
And if it is harmless and doesn't annoy me...go for it!
Yep, never bothered me since it was her doing it. But that adds a lot of work to buying groceries for a family of 6! We (her kids) all just kind of smile at each other when mom's peculiar habits rear up.
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Good morning Mrs. Monk! ;D
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Different strokes...
And if it is harmless and doesn't annoy me...go for it!
Yep, never bothered me since it was her doing it. But that adds a lot of work to buying groceries for a family of 6! We (her kids) all just kind of smile at each other when mom's peculiar habits rear up.
How often were you kids sick from something that some diseased asshole stocked on the shelf or bagged whole at the checkout?
My wife is adamant about that very thing because as she put's it doctor visits are expensive though usually for nothing can be done thanks to virus.
Four year olds are a real pain in the ass when sick.
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Good morning Mrs. Monk! ;D
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Different strokes...
And if it is harmless and doesn't annoy me...go for it!
Yep, never bothered me since it was her doing it. But that adds a lot of work to buying groceries for a family of 6! We (her kids) all just kind of smile at each other when mom's peculiar habits rear up.
How often were you kids sick from something that some diseased asshole stocked on the shelf or bagged whole at the checkout?My wife is adamant about that very thing because as she put's it doctor visits are expensive though usually for nothing can be done thanks to virus.
Four year olds are a real pain in the ass when sick.
I don't know. I don't think we were less sick from mom's habits though. We grew up washing our hands long before that made it into popular culture. Mom carried wet washcloths in containers to wash our hands when we traveled.
Some habits are hard to break. I admit I'm a avid hand washer. My husband's family is not as vigilant. My dear husband even eats stuff that falls on the floor. He not more or less sick than anyone else.
Mom always insisted we get a drink of water before we left the house because where we were going might not have any water fountains. It took years for me to break that! lol Now, of course, finding something to drink isn't so hard since everywhere has a concession stand. But mom still has to get that sip of water before leaving the house.
My brother and I have said to each other we could write a book with all mom's peculiar traits. No one would believe us or might even think we were ganging up on her and exaggerating. Trust me, we're not.
the upside to mom's habits is that unlike some OCD things it doesn't keep her from living life. It just slows it down for the rest of us. ::facepalm::