I ask the guy lots of questions...so I think it's even...and I'm pretty forward if they are being a dick.
Do you prefer to talk or listen or both?
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
I don't know what comment's people have said of me so I don't know.
What do you think of yourself?
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
I am pretty shy when meeting new people. I think I'd be okay if I met you and Thrilla, BD, Claireack, Jukee etc....in big groups I don't do so great. :oops:
Did you grow up with lots of kids in your neighborhood?
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
Yeah I lived on a small road that had about 8-10 families with kids and it was a road with no traffic so we all just used to run between houses and gardens ... and then our parents would just stand outside yelling our names to get us home at night.
You?
So are we strangers now? Like rock and roll and the radio?
I had a girl that was a grade ahead of me but she got held back, so eventually we ended up in the same class. Other than that there weren't that many kids around, and it was more of farm country.
Do you have any siblings?
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
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A brother 8 years older, we're quite cordial but not particularly close. Very different people. He'd have my back if I needed him though and I like to think I'd be the same for him.
At the moment exactly none, which I love. (At my last job I had 150 direct reports, and since many of them seemed to have multiple personality disorder, it was like having a cast of thousands all needing a piece of me.)
Give it a try, you might like it. I didn't think I would but I am totally hooked now. I listen on my walk to the train in the morning (30 minutes) then during the train rides (45 minutes) and also on car trips. I travel by car a lot on the weekends with the dogs, and much as I love music, sometimes when it's a long drive, like 2-4 hours, an audiobook is a great way to keep me awake and interested.
Constantly. To the point that my 5th grade teacher told my mother that I read "too much." My mother smiled and nodded and my parents continued to buy me whatever books I wanted, without ever censoring anything I read. I should note that this same teacher, a nun from the Sisters of St. Joseph, also told us that 1. the people at the White Hen Pantry were Communists because they put the fresher milk at the back of the display case, forcing people to buy the older milk first 2. she was once in a hurricane in which the wind picked her up and deposited her on the other side of a six foot fence, so gently that she was completely unhurt and, my personal favorite, 3. we should pray for the souls of the poor Catholic children who couldn't afford to go to St. John's and thus had to go to school with the hellbound Protestants and even, it was whispered, the Jewish kids.
Did you ever have truly sick teachers when you were a kid?
*I should note that at the time, the annual tuition at St. Johns was $90, payable in three installments over the school year, $30 each. And that the notion of hellbound Protestants bothered me since my Dad's whole family was Protestant and they seemed like very nice people quite unsuited for and undeserving of the inferno that awaited them. Took me years to realize that maybe Sr. Julian was wrong about some things...
I had some very odd teachers, yes. There was a nun at my high school that used to tell the girls about how she "married" Christ and that she used to imagine him making love to her and how lucky she was because he was such a sensitive lover. : I also had a nun who was very old and carried a ruler around to measure the length of our skirts and wack our thighs if they were too short. :?
No, I left all of it behind me many years ago and consider myself unenrolled in any formal religion at this time. My mom goes to Mass every day (since my Dad died 10 years ago). She hastens to assure me that for her it's a great reason to get up and get out and walk every morning. I know it's a comfort to her, so I'm glad it works for her. I'm also glad she never, ever says anything to me about my choice to withdraw from that.
(Your nun must have been from the same roundup of misfits that brought Sr. Julian into our young, impressionable lives.)
Did you have nuns who wore the long black habits with all the heavy veiling, and the white things on the chest? We had a couple of those left when I was a kid, but they were retired and spent their time gliding up and down the halls striking terror into our hearts. We were taught to stand and say "Good Morning, Sister Edwarda/Sister Adunada" when we saw them. But mostly there were lay teachers by the 1970s. And a few nuns who wore "normal" clothes but always had militantly sensible shoes on.
No. The only nuns I knew were the teachers at school. The old nuns wore the black habits with the white headgear and chest pieces. The middle aged ones wore polyester skirts and tops with very sensible shoes.
I remember a few students who got pregnant and stayed in school looking fat up until they delivered. Yet somehow it was "kept from us" until the last minute. :eh: And I think about how naive we were then. :?
Just one, senior year in high school. I think she delivered within weeks of graduation. Nothing about it was a secret, though, she stayed in school and graduated with the rest of us.
I was in Catholic school up until 8th grade when I went to public school. I remember being shocked, utterly shocked, in 6th grade that some of the boys and a couple of the girls were smoking cigarettes in the corner of the schoolyard at recess.
Did you ever feel like, when the nuns would give a talk about how there are good kids and there are bad kids, they always meant you when they were talking about the bad kids?
No! Actually, I always tried hard to be a good kid. I was virginal until 18 years old. I didn't feel guilty about smokin' pot or staying out late or keeping my activities secret from my parents. That seemed normal at that time. :?
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How long since you were last single?
Where did you meet?
Jukee - Blind Date through my Assistant...
When you meet someone for the first time, are you usually the talker or the listener?
Do you prefer to talk or listen or both?
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You?
And you are NOT shy? I am shy ...
Does your perception of yourself match other peoples comments?
What do you think of yourself?
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Did you grow up with lots of kids in your neighborhood?
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Do you have any siblings?
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Close to your parents?
Whats your favorite holiday tradition?
What is the thing that you despise the most it can be anything at all
How many people work for you?
Doing much reading at the moment?
Do you like reading fiction or non-fiction more?
Do you listen to books or prefer to read?
Do you think I should try listening to some for a change?
Did you read a lot as a kid?
Did you read a lot?
Did you ever have truly sick teachers when you were a kid?
*I should note that at the time, the annual tuition at St. Johns was $90, payable in three installments over the school year, $30 each. And that the notion of hellbound Protestants bothered me since my Dad's whole family was Protestant and they seemed like very nice people quite unsuited for and undeserving of the inferno that awaited them. Took me years to realize that maybe Sr. Julian was wrong about some things...
Do you still go to mass?
(Your nun must have been from the same roundup of misfits that brought Sr. Julian into our young, impressionable lives.)
Did you have nuns who wore the long black habits with all the heavy veiling, and the white things on the chest? We had a couple of those left when I was a kid, but they were retired and spent their time gliding up and down the halls striking terror into our hearts. We were taught to stand and say "Good Morning, Sister Edwarda/Sister Adunada" when we saw them. But mostly there were lay teachers by the 1970s. And a few nuns who wore "normal" clothes but always had militantly sensible shoes on.
Do you know anyone who became a nun/priest/etc.?
I remember a few students who got pregnant and stayed in school looking fat up until they delivered. Yet somehow it was "kept from us" until the last minute. :eh: And I think about how naive we were then. :?
Were there any girls like that at your school?
I was in Catholic school up until 8th grade when I went to public school. I remember being shocked, utterly shocked, in 6th grade that some of the boys and a couple of the girls were smoking cigarettes in the corner of the schoolyard at recess.
Did you ever feel like, when the nuns would give a talk about how there are good kids and there are bad kids, they always meant you when they were talking about the bad kids?
Did you suffer from a lot of guilt? :geek:
Now, not at all. :twisted:
Are you a worrier?
Are you moody some days?