Originally posted by Great Big Stees"The phenomenon to say one has "an eclectic taste in music" --meaning they
Please no TV just books (my tastes are very eclectic although I do lean towards non-fiction)...ta.
like "all" music--when in actuality they like no music.
John: I like to think I have an eclectic taste in music.
Jane: But you can't name any albums that have come out in the last year?
John: Yeah, what's your point?
Jane: You like no music--you have eclectic ambivalence.
(Urban Dictionary)
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyWHAT RUBBISH
"The phenomenon to say one has "an eclectic taste in music" --meaning they
like "all" music--when in actuality they like no music.
Even with the internet at your finger tips you still screw up!
Eclectic - Selecting or employing individual elements from a variety of sources, systems, or styles
You looked at http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=eclectic%20taste
Which has the grand total of 19 thumbs up .... and 28 thumbs down!
Originally posted by wolfgang59Must have looked at it 'In the moonlight'.
WHAT RUBBISH
Even with the internet at your finger tips you still screw up!
Eclectic - Selecting or employing individual elements from a variety of sources, systems, or styles
You looked at http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=eclectic%20taste
Which has the grand total of 19 thumbs up .... and 28 thumbs down!
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Originally posted by ale1552Your Father had 4 daughters including you. I hope there's no offense, but did it ever occur to you that dear ol' Dad tried 4 times to have a son and then finally just gave up? 🙂
I had two sons and two daughters. All good kids, but the girls are as different as night from day. Had three sisters, no brothers. Each of us were so different that you would not imagine we could have had the same parents. Even our coloring. Sister #1: petite, blonde, green-eyes, quiet.
Sister # 2: slender, medium brown curly hair, hazel eyes. never s ...[text shortened]... ter #4: (Me) Tallest, slender, mahogony wavy hair, blue eyes, quiet until I got away from home.
I have a sister and a half Sister and half Brother. My sister is the spittin' image of my Mom. I'm not just saying that. I mean, if they were put side by side at the same age, you would think they were identical twins. Had another half Brother but he died the same year my Mom did, back when I was just 3. I remember neither of them.
Interestingly, the 3 of us who share the same Father (my living half Brother included) we have a whole bunch in common; our most pronounced common link is our quick wit and sense of humor. My Father's genes dominated in the mix. What did I get from my Mother? Alcoholic tendencies (not full-blown) and strong emotions. Mom came from a long line of alcoholics who wear their emotions on their sleeve. 🙂
Originally posted by sumydidYes, I was obviously a great disappointment until I proved that I was an exceptional child. 😀
Your Father had 4 daughters including you. I hope there's no offense, but did it ever occur to you that dear ol' Dad tried 4 times to have a son and then finally just gave up? 🙂
I have a sister and a half Sister and half Brother. My sister is the spittin' image of my Mom. I'm not just saying that. I mean, if they were put side by side at the same ag ...[text shortened]... ions. Mom came from a long line of alcoholics who wear their emotions on their sleeve. 🙂
Originally posted by ale1552When I was a child, I used to spend the summer holidays with my grandmother in the countryside, with farms all around. The farmers' children never learnt how to swim because summer was the busiest time of the year and nobody had time to take the kids to the lake. If they ever learnt how to swim, they did so as adults.
I might be strong in many ways, but....(whispers...I never have learned how to swim)😳
Originally posted by lolofThat was part of the reason that many ND kids did not learn to swim. The sloughs were too shallow, and they did not have time. When I moved to the Puget Sound area, I did learn to tread water in the salt water bays, but was always afraid to stick my head under water.
When I was a child, I used to spend the summer holidays with my grandmother in the countryside, with farms all around. The farmers' children never learnt how to swim because summer was the busiest time of the year and nobody had time to take the kids to the lake. If they ever learnt how to swim, they did so as adults.
