sinsboldly
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14 Apr 2007, 7:54 pm
ZanneMarie wrote:
You get the picture.
My mother is a different story. My mother is 5'8" and my oldest brother who is well over 6' once got mad at her for making a comment about his girl friend at the time. He slapped her and my mother decked him. She knocked him from the kitchen into the family room. He was 20 at the time. The rest of us were sitting there wondering where he left his brain when he did that. No one messed with my mother.
Me? I was pretty spoiled. I could fight, but I generally wouldn't unless I had a drink in me. Then if a man messed with someone I cared about there would be trouble.
My mother is a different story. My mother is 5'8" and my oldest brother who is well over 6' once got mad at her for making a comment about his girl friend at the time. He slapped her and my mother decked him. She knocked him from the kitchen into the family room. He was 20 at the time. The rest of us were sitting there wondering where he left his brain when he did that. No one messed with my mother.
Me? I was pretty spoiled. I could fight, but I generally wouldn't unless I had a drink in me. Then if a man messed with someone I cared about there would be trouble.
oh, well, back when I was drinking, I would find my way to the freeway, usually I-5 the interstate that runs from San Diego to Vancouver, I have lived along that corridor when I was drinking and become Red Sonja. I would prove my invincible powers by standing in the lanes of traffic in the night, taking my heroic stand, with a makeshift cape flapping, arms stretched out to the headlights that were onrushing me, screaming like the banshee I was.
And I had magic powers all right! those who could SEE me wildly swerved and gears meshed on semi trailer trucks (lorries) and tires squealed and people even stopped to scream their heads off at me as I casually walked off the shoulder of the road and back into the night.
I would continue to walk down the frontage road, when there was one , until I either wandered back on the freeway again or dropped where I would and slept it off.
I was shocked, shocked when I found out I was an alcoholic. they might as well showed me that breathing was my problem I was so out of touch with my physical actions. All I can say is I am forever grateful to them for getting through to me, so I can be here on the forum complaining that I am bored, or something.
Merle
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14 Apr 2007, 7:56 pm
14 Apr 2007, 8:07 pm
hartzofspace
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14 Apr 2007, 8:20 pm
14 Apr 2007, 8:28 pm
hartzofspace
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14 Apr 2007, 8:32 pm
14 Apr 2007, 8:33 pm
I'm sorry HartzofSpace! The noise is the hardest part of living close to neighbors I think. I know you've got to be tired! Hopefully they all have hangovers today, and you can return the favor! 
14 Apr 2007, 8:39 pm
sinsboldly wrote:
ZanneMarie wrote:
You get the picture.
My mother is a different story. My mother is 5'8" and my oldest brother who is well over 6' once got mad at her for making a comment about his girl friend at the time. He slapped her and my mother decked him. She knocked him from the kitchen into the family room. He was 20 at the time. The rest of us were sitting there wondering where he left his brain when he did that. No one messed with my mother.
Me? I was pretty spoiled. I could fight, but I generally wouldn't unless I had a drink in me. Then if a man messed with someone I cared about there would be trouble.
My mother is a different story. My mother is 5'8" and my oldest brother who is well over 6' once got mad at her for making a comment about his girl friend at the time. He slapped her and my mother decked him. She knocked him from the kitchen into the family room. He was 20 at the time. The rest of us were sitting there wondering where he left his brain when he did that. No one messed with my mother.
Me? I was pretty spoiled. I could fight, but I generally wouldn't unless I had a drink in me. Then if a man messed with someone I cared about there would be trouble.
oh, well, back when I was drinking, I would find my way to the freeway, usually I-5 the interstate that runs from San Diego to Vancouver, I have lived along that corridor when I was drinking and become Red Sonja. I would prove my invincible powers by standing in the lanes of traffic in the night, taking my heroic stand, with a makeshift cape flapping, arms stretched out to the headlights that were onrushing me, screaming like the banshee I was.
And I had magic powers all right! those who could SEE me wildly swerved and gears meshed on semi trailer trucks (lorries) and tires squealed and people even stopped to scream their heads off at me as I casually walked off the shoulder of the road and back into the night.
I would continue to walk down the frontage road, when there was one , until I either wandered back on the freeway again or dropped where I would and slept it off.
I was shocked, shocked when I found out I was an alcoholic. they might as well showed me that breathing was my problem I was so out of touch with my physical actions. All I can say is I am forever grateful to them for getting through to me, so I can be here on the forum complaining that I am bored, or something.
Merle
Well, thankfully after a few such instances and the knowledge that I could only stand to drink vodka (because I could never taste it) in anything, I decided drinking and I just had to part ways. We were having too many relationship issues.
14 Apr 2007, 8:42 pm
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14 Apr 2007, 8:47 pm
hartzofspace wrote:
Speaking of moving, I may be faced with just such a scenario. . . .
But then I spoke to another neighbor, who tells me that a house on the other side of the complex might become available. So I e-mailed the landlord again, asking if I could trade houses. If he says yes, it'll be super stress time indeed.
Still shaky from crying for hours, and not being able to sleep until 4 am because of it. So glad to know my fellow Dino's are here!
But then I spoke to another neighbor, who tells me that a house on the other side of the complex might become available. So I e-mailed the landlord again, asking if I could trade houses. If he says yes, it'll be super stress time indeed.
Still shaky from crying for hours, and not being able to sleep until 4 am because of it. So glad to know my fellow Dino's are here!
Harz,
I do understand completely, girl! I am always the most pissed that they create the situation and then get all bent out of shape if you let them know how their actions affect others! I guess they don't even know what it's like to have to stand up for your self because you will feel worse if you DON'T, and crying for hours is the price you pay for not being shat on.
Moving close is just as much work as moving far, even MORE work because when you move far you put it all in one van and haul it, but when it's close you think you can somehow SAVE TIME or TROUBLE by taking it over trip after trip. But it's just different, not better, not worse.
Glad we had this chat, Harz'o Space. I can remember that if I want to fill up my car for trip after trip. I'll just get a van and do it all at once.
Merle
14 Apr 2007, 8:56 pm
ZanneMarie wrote:
sinsboldly wrote:
ZanneMarie wrote:
...when I was drinking (I'd) become Red Sonja. I would prove my invincible powers by standing in the lanes of traffic in the night, taking my heroic stand, with a makeshift cape flapping, arms stretched out to the headlights that were onrushing me, screaming like the banshee I was.
Well, thankfully after a few such instances and the knowledge that I could only stand to drink vodka (because I could never taste it) in anything, I decided drinking and I just had to part ways. We were having too many relationship issues.
Well, thankfully after a few such instances and the knowledge that I could only stand to drink vodka (because I could never taste it) in anything, I decided drinking and I just had to part ways. We were having too many relationship issues.
If I saw you two doing this I'd have been scared to death!
14 Apr 2007, 9:02 pm
14 Apr 2007, 9:11 pm
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14 Apr 2007, 9:18 pm
14 Apr 2007, 9:30 pm
14 Apr 2007, 9:34 pm
I always treasure the words of my fellow Dino-Aspies. A "Merle in real time" is a rare treat! But my lack of sleep has caught up to me, so I must bid Adieu to all. Merle - they are too for the likes of you! Don't ever think otherwise! No telling how your book will do! (and sorry about my tone 
I luvs ya!)
HartzofSpace: earplugs! and CosmicCat's bucket o'water!
ZanneMarie: you ain't right!
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