Originally posted by @great-big-steesolder than dirt . . . sticky too, that be me
Sticking to the age "theme"...why, in some obituaries, do the say, rather than he/she was...85...do they say in his/her 86th year?
Originally posted by @great-big-steesSticking to the age thing. OLD is how you feel on a particular day. For example today I feel like about 30ish the sun is out, birds are singing, I feel great. Tomorrow could change and I may actually feel my age or older. Life is like that! 😉
"Old" is relative. I remember, when I was about 10, that someone who was 16 was old. Now I think that someone who is 100 is old. I think I'll stick with the latter.
Originally posted by @very-rustyI am stuck in my "mid" 20s, or so my mind says...though my body, often, reminds me that I am "actually" five decades on.😲😀
Sticking to the age thing. OLD is how you feel on a particular day. For example today I feel like about 30ish the sun is out, birds are singing, I feel great. Tomorrow could change and I may actually feel my age or older. Life is like that! 😉
Originally posted by @wolfe63When I was 7 I stuck my tongue to a neighbours metal door knob...it was winter.
My analyst tells me I'm stuck in my teens. But I know she's wrong. I'm only 7. 😉
Originally posted by @great-big-steesLOL...Reminds me of my father telling me not to stick my tongue on the metal pole we had out in the yard. I think I was about 5 at the time, never did again! 😉 Well I had to find out why....
When I was 7 I stuck my tongue to a neighbours metal door knob...it was winter.
Originally posted by @very-rustyThat sounds very much like the "peeing on an electric-fence" principle of learning by doing.
LOL...Reminds me of my father telling me not to stick my tongue on the metal pole we had out in the yard. I think I was about 5 at the time, never did again! 😉 Well I had to find out why....
I learned early in life, not to get stuck eating yellow snow: But no one warned me about the hazards of zipping-up, while not wearing underwear.
I think I would've been better off, spitting into the wind.
Originally posted by @wolfe63I thought I'd stick this in...😲😉
That sounds very much like the "peeing on an electric-fence" principle of learning by doing.
I learned early in life, not to get stuck eating yellow snow: But no one warned me about the hazards of zipping-up, while not wearing underwear.
I think I would've been better off, spitting into the wind.
Originally posted by @billyraySticking in the word "pointless" was a slap in the face of the thread's "author".
sticky thread game (no caps), generic, non-committal, sticky nevertheless, pointless, insubstantial, yet somehow compelling . .. that is what sticky is
Originally posted by @great-big-steesPointless, like a boy, struck with a nun's stick for "pointing" during the excessively manners-conscious 1950's.
Sticking in the word "pointless" was a slap in the face of the thread's "author".
Originally posted by @wolfe63Once, in grade 7, our teacher, trying to get the attention of a boy, who was forever in another world, threw a blackboard brush at him. The boy picked it up and returned the favour. The teacher ran down the isle between the desks when another boy stuck out his foot, tripping her. The principal (a leg wounded WW11 Colonel) was summoned and the whole class was given an afternoon detention because we all laughed when on arrival he slammed his cane on one of the desks and it broke. The blackboard brush "tosser" (no not the teacher) and the "tripper", not only got the detention but also "the strap". Ah, those were the days. 😀
Pointless, like a boy, struck with a nun's stick for "pointing" during the excessively manners-conscious 1950's.
Originally posted by @great-big-steesSticking with the teachers. We once had a math teacher who use to throw chalk and erasers at us. Didn't like it much when we started throwing them back at him. Always brings a smile to my face for some reason. Now the nuns in the 60's would pull and twist/pull on your ear, then give you a strapping. I remember once my buddy and I were getting a strapping for doing something anyways she stood up on a chair and started with my buddy who pulled his hand back and she hit her self on the leg. I never laughed so hard in my life!!! Yup the good old days!!!
Once, in grade 7, our teacher, trying to get the attention of a boy, who was forever in another world, threw a blackboard brush at him. The boy picked it up and returned the favour. The teacher ran down the isle between the desks when another boy stuck out his foot, tripping her. The principal (a leg wounded WW11 Colonel) was summoned and the whole ...[text shortened]... and the "tripper", not only got the detention but also "the strap". Ah, those were the days. 😀