The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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reading and lurkin as always.
Today is the mini-reikas m 7th birthday so we have to do "the birthday thing" without overwhelming her. All she really wants is the cake and the hats and noisemakers of course
Then I'm off for a ride along the "Bird to Gird trail" A Bad idea but who cares, its beautiful outside. I'll take pictures
http://www.wrongplanet.net/postt73751.html

Cliptrop!

eeerrmmm.....

ClUptrip!! !! !



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Laprapct?

Liprot.
Kaptrollop.


Snurglepart.

somebody give that man a handkerchief and some allergy medication.

Happy Birthday mini-reika! Luck be with you both on your "steer clear of bears" bike ride! I looked up "reika", but found no meaning for it. Maybe it means "dares bears while on a bike".
Here's a link for the meaning of names: http://baby-names.familyeducation.com
Chuck name origin & meaning:

"English: from Anglo-Norman French chouque ‘tree stump’, possibly applied as a topographic name for someone who lived near a tree stump, or alternatively as a nickname for a person of stumpy build."
Stumpy build?

( ...now wait a minute! How may times have I heard, "Talking to you is like talking to a stump!"? yep,yep, yep. Nominative determinant.)

They were being kind on that page. When my first name is used with my surname when you track it back to its real roots, both Scot's in origin, the translation comes out to something the line of, son of a b***h. Ok so maybe it wasn't that exact, but it was pretty darn close. I try to live up to my name as much as I can.

isn't it interesting how the phrase (sonofabitch) doesn't impune the man, it impunes the woman that begat the man? I have often wondered about that, but most people, I suppose don't even think about the actual words in the phrase.

Merle

My given name means, "The Lord has given".

After she learned this, my elder sister was fond of saying, "The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away..."

Only if you take the more modern version of b***h. (but yeah women have been degraded for a long time and god help you if I go into my Athens woman vs the Spartan woman gig) In the dog world it isn't taken in that vein. I take it as son of a female dog and if you toss in my first name it translates to handsome son of a female dog.

I find the first part of that translation to be the most offensive, to anyone and I mean in the now. It's a separator, a class and too many buy it. Soul on Ice sister, if you didn't get his message about the black woman as being just as good as the white version, just because it was so in your face on all of the billboards, as white is beautiful, you didn't read it. That's why I find TV advertising the most interesting thing on TV, most times, but it even carries over into the show of the moment club. I like to watch the sell, what they're selling and why people gobble it up, how they do it. I love watching Rush Limbaugh, but we don't get it anymore. Watch the National news and count the number of medicines they sell.

I swear like a trooper and never think about how others take the literal meaning, it's in my inflection. Infliction doesn't carry well on the net, that's why we have icons to begin with. I didn't use one because I used it to mean I was the dirty dog. And I am.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc5ZS2kpmZQ

Pretty good cover song of a Stone's B side on a 45rpm. I like this version a lot, more bluesy. But the Stones got it right too. Just never got any air play. "The under assistant west coast promo man"

sorry, no details for "bunni" were found - *Cry*

Ok so it's not my real name, but most people call me that even outside of the net.


My first name: English: Song, Old German: Freeholder; English feminine form of Carolus; Originally a short form of Caroline; feminine form of Charles

My last name (maiden name):

English, Irish (Ulster), Scottish, and Dutch: name applied either to a Scandinavian or to someone from Normandy in northern France. The Scandinavian adventurers of the Dark Ages called themselves norðmenn ‘men from the North’. Before 1066, Scandinavian settlers in England were already fairly readily absorbed, and Northman and Normann came to be used as bynames and later as personal names, even among the Saxon inhabitants. The term gained a new use from 1066 onwards, when England was settled by invaders from Normandy, who were likewise of Scandinavian origin but by now largely integrated with the native population and speaking a Romance language, retaining only their original Germanic name.
French: regional name for someone from Normandy.
Dutch: ethnic name for a Norwegian.
Jewish (Ashkenazic): variant of Nordman.
Jewish: Americanized form of some like-sounding Ashkenazic name.
Swedish: from norr ‘north’ + man ‘man’.
Albert Andriessen Bradt, a settler in Rensselaerswijck on the upper Hudson River in NY, was originally from Norway and was known as de Norrman (‘the Norwegian’). The waterway south of Albany which powered his mills became known as the Normanskill (‘the Norman’s Waterway’), by which name it is still known today.

And finally my married last name: German, English, and Jewish (Ashkenazic): from Middle High German hamer, Yiddish hamer, a metonymic occupational name for a maker or user of hammers, for example in a forge, or nickname for a forceful person.
English and German: topographic name for someone who lived in an area of flat, low-lying alluvial land beside a stream, Old English hamm, Old High German ham (see Hamm) + the English and German agent suffix -er.
Norwegian: variant of Hamar.

Too much information!! ! *overload* *melt* If anyone wants to put that in a succinct form for me...go for it, otherwise, nothing more to see her, move along

The word b***h (n.), in the Australian vernacular, is defined as "any woman thinner than oneself."

amazing! that is just the same as in The States!

Merle

reika

Yeah the startle response is a bad bad thing if you're in the wild. I'm on the once upon a time snake edge, the Eastern rattle snake. But no more, the boundary's have shifted. But we're still not prime central. There are times of the year when they give no warning. But given the chance they will move away from you almost every time. Bears are whole different story. Yeah we have them as well, but for the most part they just pass through, not a real high density and a bears range is pretty big here. Don't actually recall for this area but off the top of my head maybe 25 miles, just don't recall right now. But our bears here aren't the kind you have.

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Every once in a while we had to survey, as in look over land or walk through it, what is considered prime snake country. Make a lot of noise, but not always possible. So the point man/woman wore snake pants, if the company had any to use. Only knew one that had gotten bitten, but was with a partner that had stepped on a baby and they still can hurt you, his face was white as a sheet and he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. The baby was never harmed. It wasn't the snakes that scared me, it was those damn ticks.

This part might be a bit graphic, so some might want to stop reading right here. Some won't agree with me that do go on to read, that's fine too.



I expect to hear more shots in the night pretty soon. It will be someone putting food for their family on the table. They won't shoot the doe's still feeding their young or have young still near them. And the gun shot will go unreported, I'm not the only one that hears them either. Most times it's just a subtle pop in the night, the ammo is cheaper. Not some loud bang, no need for it and loud kind cost more for the ammo. But there is a need if you have fallen through the cracks in this thing we like to call a society. There are no soup kitchens here and transportation has always been difficult. Food pantry's are running out and city folk don't have the same options we do. And then there is a thing called pride and we have a different take on it. I have eaten woodchuck and when it was served it was served proudly and I reflected their pride right back at them. People that eat it here are often looked down upon. But I have found that most that do that, were never raised here to begin with.

Woodchuck only tastes like chicken if you parboil it too long. Rattlesnake has a very delicate flavor. We eat what we kill. The ones that do it for sport, I have not much good to say about them. But there are those that hunt around here and don't use the meat, they give it away to those in the need. When I did deer hunt, I often shot more then one in a season, it's against the law, but the deer was tagged by another who needed it. The deer meat was always divided among the group members, everybody that put in the work but never shot one went home with food. I am a tracker, I see things in the woods you would not, they don't always go down with the first shot, but I find them and I don't stop till I do. The deer here are beautiful here because they are culled, they aren't the stunted sickly creatures I see when in the city areas, where they are protected. That is just plain f*****g sick. They suffer.

But no way in hell am I going to eat a tick. Unfortuantly I've had way to much practice at killing them. We did body checks on each other all the time. Well, it's not like we showered with each other, well not all of the time anyway.


My playground when I was a kid.

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Ticks!
I'll have my share of them this weekend. I'm traveling to see my dad for his 81st birthday. He said he wants a weekend's worth of work outta me. Which means woodcutting, splitting, and hauling, limb trimming, grass cutting, fence mending - you name it. I guarantee that I will be too sore to move come Monday. Our own version of what I call work-your-ass-off-Olympics. Dad wins every time. I always end up in "What's the matter with you boy -are you soft?!" place. The thought that I will one day be an 80 year old 'boy' makes me yearn for dementia. Ah well. Time to face the medicine. Feeling 'soft' already.

Lemon, try to behave yourself while I am away. I have no hope that the rest of you will.