[Scribbler]

ClaraTaylor, on Feb 28 2010, 07:59 AM, said:

As an aside, I wish my neighbours would talk to me - even if just to complain! Because their fence has fallen in on my garden (still in working progress) despite our propping it up when we were stripping the garden bare and they've not said a word. Not even to imply that it's our fence and we should be doing it. *Melodrama city*

How can they talk to you when you're always on your computer writing me love letters!!!.....

[ClaraTaylor]

Scribbler, on Feb 28 2010, 11:46 AM, said:

ClaraTaylor, on Feb 28 2010, 07:59 AM, said:

As an aside, I wish my neighbours would talk to me - even if just to complain! Because their fence has fallen in on my garden (still in working progress) despite our propping it up when we were stripping the garden bare and they've not said a word. Not even to imply that it's our fence and we should be doing it. *Melodrama city*

How can they talk to you when you're always on your computer writing me love letters!!!.....

Because when it's sunny I'm sat out in the back garden (with the broken fence) writing away, and when you're letters are covered in oil? That's when I'm sat on the front drive x They have plenty of chances to say hello.

[DannyR]

Scribbler, on Feb 27 2010, 04:55 PM, said:

DannyR, on Feb 27 2010, 04:34 PM, said:

spot, on Feb 25 2010, 04:01 AM, said:

(I give up. There is no way to keep this thing on topic. "The Incredibly Boring Thread...." will have to be renamed.)

If you do that I might get lost.....happens to me more than I would like to admit. I look at this site everyday because well I don't really know why lol. Usually puts a smile on my face though.

Is that before or after you've wiped the blood off it?....

O.K. here's what I have learned....if you leave the blood and just go out... when in the check out lines start talking to yourself ,then start arguing with yourself people will put in you in the front of the checkout and some will even carry your bags to the car for you!

Scribbler, on Feb 28 2010, 11:46 AM, said:

ClaraTaylor, on Feb 28 2010, 07:59 AM, said:

As an aside, I wish my neighbours would talk to me - even if just to complain! Because their fence has fallen in on my garden (still in working progress) despite our propping it up when we were stripping the garden bare and they've not said a word. Not even to imply that it's our fence and we should be doing it. *Melodrama city*

How can they talk to you when you're always on your computer writing me love letters!!!.....

HI nice to meet you.

[spot]

quote name='ClaraTaylor' post='151084' date='Feb 28 2010, 07:59 AM']As an aside, I wish my neighbours would talk to me - even if just to complain! Because their fence has fallen in on my garden (still in working progress) despite our propping it up when we were stripping the garden bare and they've not said a word. Not even to imply that it's our fence and we should be doing it. *Melodrama city*

Because when it's sunny I'm sat out in the back garden (with the broken fence) writing away, and when you're letters are covered in oil? That's when I'm sat on the front drive x They have plenty of chances to say hello.
[/quote]

Push the fence over into their garden. It's their fence, they should have to deal with it. I'll come and help!

[Scribbler]

ClaraTaylor, on Feb 28 2010, 07:59 AM, said:

As an aside, I wish my neighbours would talk to me - even if just to complain! Because their fence has fallen in on my garden (still in working progress) despite our propping it up when we were stripping the garden bare and they've not said a word. Not even to imply that it's our fence and we should be doing it. *Melodrama city*

Because when it's sunny I'm sat out in the back garden (with the broken fence) writing away, and when you're letters are covered in oil? That's when I'm sat on the front drive x They have plenty of chances to say hello.

Maybe they're speaking to you Clara but you don't realise you're deaf....

[edlee]

If a tree falls in a forest and there's noone around but deaf people,, did it make a sound???
ed

[greybeard]

If you sit still with your eyes shut in a darkened room, are there any walls surrounding you?

(No idea what that's all about. Blame Ed. He started it. )

[spot]

greybeard, on Mar 4 2010, 03:04 PM, said:

If you sit still with your eyes shut in a darkened room, are there any walls surrounding you?

(No idea what that's all about. Blame Ed. He started it. )

You're in a ROOM, silly. Of course there are walls surrounding you. It wouldn't be a room otherwise, now would it? A roof is generally a requirement as well, but you didn't ask about it.

edlee, on Mar 4 2010, 02:07 PM, said:

If a tree falls in a forest and there's noone around but deaf people,, did it make a sound???
ed

Dont' know for sure, but the deaf people who are watching it fall toward them are making sounds. Strange ones, but sounds. Probably of terror.

ClaraTaylor, on Feb 27 2010, 11:59 PM, said:

ClaraTaylor, on Feb 27 2010, 03:13 PM, said:

This afternoon we reduced the number of cars on my driveway to two. That's half the amount of cars I had on the driveway this morning.

It looks so naked!

To day I am off to the Boat And Caravan Show. I have no idea why as I haven't got a boat any more and I refuse to own a caravan (especially when I have just brought a huge new tent). I think it was the temptation of looking at 4x4s and shiny things...

Curse you tempting shiny things!

Did you purchase anything or did you just stare longingly at them?

[ClaraTaylor]

spot, on Mar 5 2010, 05:40 AM, said:

Did you purchase anything or did you just stare longingly at them?

Not yet! I've got a better idea of which kayak I want though - just got to go and try a few first. (Oh yes and save up the I want that onemoney but we'll ignore that bit for a while!)
It's been ages since I looked at Kayaks so have no idea which kit is any good at the moment i.e. Dagger over Pyranha.... sorry getting too interesting now.

Today my 4ton of soil turns up ready for a huge digging fest tomorrow, I adore my friends though tomorrow will be a entertaining mix of
1. My darling friend (if I were a lesbian I'd go out with her without hesitation) who pushes me to my limit and then usually a bit more
2. Another friend who does the exact opposite. Cotton wool here we come!
3. A nursie friend who tends to bounce between cotton wool and pushing me to do more depending on what shade of pale I am (in reality this pale makes no difference to pain levels etc but at least she tries)
and a few others that usually just let me get on with it.

Cotton wool has tantrums if I do too much, Darling friend gets annoyed with me if I don't do enough.

But I have the golden key - I'm designated driver to the beer festival we're all going to later that day so they're not allowed to break me too much!

[spot]

ClaraTaylor, on Mar 4 2010, 11:30 PM, said:

spot, on Mar 5 2010, 05:40 AM, said:

Did you purchase anything or did you just stare longingly at them?

Not yet! I've got a better idea of which kayak I want though - just got to go and try a few first. (Oh yes and save up the I want that onemoney but we'll ignore that bit for a while!)
It's been ages since I looked at Kayaks so have no idea which kit is any good at the moment i.e. Dagger over Pyranha.... sorry getting too interesting now.

Today my 4ton of soil turns up ready for a huge digging fest tomorrow, I adore my friends though tomorrow will be a entertaining mix of
1. My darling friend (if I were a lesbian I'd go out with her without hesitation) who pushes me to my limit and then usually a bit more
2. Another friend who does the exact opposite. Cotton wool here we come!
3. A nursie friend who tends to bounce between cotton wool and pushing me to do more depending on what shade of pale I am (in reality this pale makes no difference to pain levels etc but at least she tries)
and a few others that usually just let me get on with it.

Cotton wool has tantrums if I do too much, Darling friend gets annoyed with me if I don't do enough.

But I have the golden key - I'm designated driver to the beer festival we're all going to later that day so they're not allowed to break me too much!

Kayaks, soil and beer. Can't get much better than that. If I lived anywhere near you, and could use my arms effectively, I'd be over for the work and the fest. <sigh>

[qbounce]

spot, on Mar 4 2010, 10:40 PM, said:

greybeard, on Mar 4 2010, 03:04 PM, said:

If you sit still with your eyes shut in a darkened room, are there any walls surrounding you?

(No idea what that's all about. Blame Ed. He started it. )

You're in a ROOM, silly. Of course there are walls surrounding you. It wouldn't be a room otherwise, now would it? A roof is generally a requirement as well, but you didn't ask about it.

edlee, on Mar 4 2010, 02:07 PM, said:

If a tree falls in a forest and there's no one around but deaf people,, did it make a sound???
ed

Dont' know for sure, but the deaf people who are watching it fall toward them are making sounds. Strange ones, but sounds. Probably of terror.

Okay, as far as being in a "ROOM" goes: how the hell did you get there with four walls present? Obviously your sitting, so there must be a floor to sit on. But, if your eyes are closed as you sit there quietly contemplating the universe and all it's intricacies, when did the walls erect themselves?

So, in short . . . I say there were NEVER any walls, only mind blocks that exist as mental, non-tangible walls.

And, whether the tree made a sound or not, the point is mute.

[ClaraTaylor]

Everyone says they "mourn" the old them. But I feel like the old me, there was no magical flash point where my life changed and transformed me into a new person with added glitter and new toilet training. I feel a little robbed to be living my new life in my new body with my old brain.

People know I don't like asking for help. Trouble is the instant I ask friends for help (i.e. Saturdays digging of soil) they instantly take over... take over everything. I ask them to help me move dirt and suddenly all I'm good for is making tea. They sit there planning the rest of my garden, rest of the decorating on the kitchen and it all goes over my head. I know I'm in the room but I'm not really involved. I get told off constantly for not asking for help and every time I tell my friends why I don't ask for help (because I'm perfectly capable of doing most things myself thank you) they laugh and call me ungrateful.
I'm very grateful. I'm just not ready to have my head dissolved into mush or learn to dribble.

But I noticed one thing more than the instant cripple / brain dead status they inflict upon me. It's the way that they fuss around themselves to be the alpha carer. Each one wanting to make it seem that they do the most for me, constantly talking about the one time last year they came over and cooked a meal for me like it's a huge badge of honour, or the time they came over and I hadn't done the washing up that morning so they did it.

Am I meant to be issuing little certificates or gold stars? Is there some huge competition going on at the end that I don't know about? Who is keeping the wooden spoon safe for my friends that just let me get on with it?

This post has been edited by ClaraTaylor: 08 March 2010 - 07:41 AM

[guido]

Ah... the old over-compensating chestnut. It is a bit tedious. I have let the people who feel awkward about the whole thing, drift away, and strangely (or maybe not) other old friends that had drifted away before have come back of their own effort. Can't be doing with uncomfortable people, takes up too much energy. Very happy with who I'm surrounded by now.

Adjust the way you are with them. Let them see the message. Some things are non-negotiable. Enforce this, CT. IF they want to do something that you can do, just tell them straight. "Thank you: I can do this. I ask for help on the things I cannot do. Capiche..?!"

Any answer just gets a firm: "This is how it is" reply

[Scribbler]

ClaraTaylor, on Mar 8 2010, 07:39 AM, said:

Everyone says they "mourn" the old them. But I feel like the old me, there was no magical flash point where my life changed and transformed me into a new person with added glitter and new toilet training. I feel a little robbed to be living my new life in my new body with my old brain.

People know I don't like asking for help. Trouble is the instant I ask friends for help (i.e. Saturdays digging of soil) they instantly take over... take over everything. I ask them to help me move dirt and suddenly all I'm good for is making tea. They sit there planning the rest of my garden, rest of the decorating on the kitchen and it all goes over my head. I know I'm in the room but I'm not really involved. I get told off constantly for not asking for help and every time I tell my friends why I don't ask for help (because I'm perfectly capable of doing most things myself thank you) they laugh and call me ungrateful.
I'm very grateful. I'm just not ready to have my head dissolved into mush or learn to dribble.

But I noticed one thing more than the instant cripple / brain dead status they inflict upon me. It's the way that they fuss around themselves to be the alpha carer. Each one wanting to make it seem that they do the most for me, constantly talking about the one time last year they came over and cooked a meal for me like it's a huge badge of honour, or the time they came over and I hadn't done the washing up that morning so they did it.

Am I meant to be issuing little certificates or gold stars? Is there some huge competition going on at the end that I don't know about? Who is keeping the wooden spoon safe for my friends that just let me get on with it?

The day we met you seemed an assertive and mature person to me Clara; I felt privileged to have met you.. Just put your assertive head on and be the Boss; give a few orders and use your stick if need be, to keep those surfs in line.... Have a great day..... By the way; I think your garden looks nice, with the 2 graves in it.......are the (Control Freak) helpers buried in them......

[Tetracyclone]

Clara,

It is amazing how people can behave. Last night I put the groceries away and did dishes after hubby brought in the sacks and then pluncked himself in front of the computer. I expected gold stars plus kisses, but got nothing.

I've been in the chair 22 months now and he still thinks I need advice on how to manage it.

[Scribbler]

Tetracyclone, on Mar 8 2010, 01:20 PM, said:

Clara,

It is amazing how people can behave. Last night I put the groceries away and did dishes after hubby brought in the sacks and then pluncked himself in front of the computer. I expected gold stars plus kisses, but got nothing.

I've been in the chair 22 months now and he still thinks I need advice on how to manage it.

I can send Brad Pitt round if you like......... He'll put your groceries away, and I bet he'll also give you some kisses....

[ems]

This morning I was cleaning my dusty desk and put my overlocker on my lap.. leant forward and sort of sideways to reach the back of the desk and the $%^^&%&**^%^&*(('ing thing dropped on the floor Now bought another one.. will arive Friday

</hissy_fit>

[DannyR]

ClaraTaylor, on Mar 8 2010, 08:39 AM, said:

Everyone says they "mourn" the old them. But I feel like the old me, there was no magical flash point where my life changed and transformed me into a new person with added glitter and new toilet training. I feel a little robbed to be living my new life in my new body with my old brain.

People know I don't like asking for help. Trouble is the instant I ask friends for help (i.e. Saturdays digging of soil) they instantly take over... take over everything. I ask them to help me move dirt and suddenly all I'm good for is making tea. They sit there planning the rest of my garden, rest of the decorating on the kitchen and it all goes over my head. I know I'm in the room but I'm not really involved. I get told off constantly for not asking for help and every time I tell my friends why I don't ask for help (because I'm perfectly capable of doing most things myself thank you) they laugh and call me ungrateful.
I'm very grateful. I'm just not ready to have my head dissolved into mush or learn to dribble.

But I noticed one thing more than the instant cripple / brain dead status they inflict upon me. It's the way that they fuss around themselves to be the alpha carer. Each one wanting to make it seem that they do the most for me, constantly talking about the one time last year they came over and cooked a meal for me like it's a huge badge of honour, or the time they came over and I hadn't done the washing up that morning so they did it.

Am I meant to be issuing little certificates or gold stars? Is there some huge competition going on at the end that I don't know about? Who is keeping the wooden spoon safe for my friends that just let me get on with it?

I had an aunt and uncle in their 70's and they had a huge garden, fresh vegetables and flowers. They worked together in that garden every day. They had no children but shared vegetables and flowers with the senior centers in town and family. The family got together and decided because of their age that they shouldn't work the garden anymore. They were both healthy for people in their 70's they lived alone and took care of themselves. After the first summer without the garden they both ended up in a nursing home and passed soon there after. I still believe when that garden went so did their sense of worth. They were proud of what they were doing and liked sharing it with other people. I'm not saying this will happen to everybody but get your hands dirty if that's what you want. To me there is nothing better than working up a good sweat.

[greybeard]

DannyR, on Mar 8 2010, 04:20 PM, said:

To me there is nothing better than working up a good sweat.

I'm all for that.  Sod the gardening, though.  

[Tetracyclone]

I can send Brad Pitt round if you like......... He'll put your groceries away, and I bet he'll also give you some kisses....
[/quote]

Naaa. nice thought scribbs, but I prefer older guys. Much older...

can you come by?

[Scribbler]

Tetracyclone, on Mar 8 2010, 06:21 PM, said:

I can send Brad Pitt round if you like......... He'll put your groceries away, and I bet he'll also give you some kisses....

Naaa. nice thought scribbs, but I prefer older guys. Much older...

can you come by?

I'd love to but Clara gets very jealous, plus she's much bigger and stronger than I am; she'll beat me up!..

[ClaraTaylor]

Scribbler, on Mar 8 2010, 06:59 PM, said:

Tetracyclone, on Mar 8 2010, 06:21 PM, said:

I can send Brad Pitt round if you like......... He'll put your groceries away, and I bet he'll also give you some kisses....

Naaa. nice thought scribbs, but I prefer older guys. Much older...

can you come by?

I'd love to but Clara gets very jealous, plus she's much bigger and stronger than I am; she'll beat me up!

Aww sweetheart I know you're too good NOT to share with other people.

Just remember to brush your teeth afterwards. You know it gets weird when there's someone else's pubic hair stuck in your teeth: it's like spinach at a dinner party - just not the done thing.

[qbounce]

WOW, 100 pages of boredom!!! But if it continues like the stuff posted above me, this thread may have to be broken up and titled, "Scrib's Private Matters". I'll be happy to send over a travel toothbrush and toothpaste for the cause.

[edlee]

Hey Ems,,,, what the heck is an overlocker??? Obviously it's breakable,, and lapsized,, but I'm at a loss after that.
ed

[Scribbler]

qbounce, on Mar 10 2010, 10:09 PM, said:

WOW, 100 pages of boredom!!! But if it continues like the stuff posted above me, this thread may have to be broken up and titled, "Scrib's Private Matters". I'll be happy to send over a travel toothbrush and toothpaste for the cause.

Thanks for your kind offer but Its ok Bouncer; my teeth are like Stars....... They come out at night.....

[greybeard]

edlee, on Mar 11 2010, 12:45 AM, said:

Hey Ems,,,, what the heck is an overlocker??? Obviously it's breakable,, and lapsized,, but I'm at a loss after that.
ed

Ah.  Another of the totally useless bits of knowledge that float around in my head!  

It's a type of specialist sewing machine that used mainly for stitching edging.

[Scribbler]

greybeard, on Mar 11 2010, 09:21 AM, said:

edlee, on Mar 11 2010, 12:45 AM, said:

Hey Ems,,,, what the heck is an overlocker??? Obviously it's breakable,, and lapsized,, but I'm at a loss after that.
ed

Ah.  Another of the totally useless bits of knowledge that float around in my head!  

It's a type of specialist sewing machine that used mainly for stitching edging.

Own up GB!...... We all know you make all your own dresses, that's why you know about sewing.....

This post has been edited by Scribbler: 11 March 2010 - 11:08 AM

[greybeard]

Not me. I have a personal body slave to do tasks like that, and to help with tricksy things like the eyelashes and getting the stocking seams straight. How do you manage, Scribs?

[StillFingers]

Got up today, lasted a bit over 2 hrs, got dizzy, had a slight case of AD, luv sweating and a BP of 174/98, then the fun began...I'm back in bed on my side and my carer is doing laundry, I'm feeling better, my BP is back to 115/70...at my head didn't explode, just luv SCI

At least Scribs is having a good time...Olga, cream

[ClaraTaylor]

Don't give me that look I don't know what's going on! He's like a dog on heat with added radiator type tendencies.

All I've read this week is instruction manuals.