Ever just want to tear your hair out, or someone else's? If you cannot restore a sense of balance, you will run away from home? Just want to say some things without the constraints of staying on topic? Well, this thread is for you! If you just need a short break to let it all hang out, be a brat, then come on, you can do it. No holding back! Go for it, you can do it.
Gershun,
Gershun,
So sorry that happened to you!
I use to be jealous of my Dad when he went to school in the late 1920's and 1930's. He rode horse back for all 12 years to and from school :) Dad also use to brag to people that he dated all the girls in his senior class..... of course Dad wouldn't say there were only two girls in that class.
I went to a new place to get my hair highlighted. I thought something was up when she did the foil highlights but then said she was going to put toner in. I knew that didn't sound right but I thought, she knows what she's doing. So we go back to her station and she takes the foils out and my hair is orange. Just so you know my hair is blonde. She says "is this okay?" Well, no...............it's not okay, I said. So then she takes me back to the sink, says "don't worry hon, we'll fix it" Uh, first off, I'm not your hon, just fix it. I didn't say this, I was just thinking it. So, at this point, my scalp is burning. She puts some other toner in to get rid of the first one. Takes me back to her station and at this point I finally said, you know when you do foil highlights I don't think you need to do toner. So, she precedes to redo the highlights. I left there with platinum blonde hair. Not highlighted. Just one big fake looking blonde mess. Meanwhile, all the other hairstylists are consoling her cause she is so upset and no one is consoling me. I being the true Canadian that I am ended up giving her a tip cause she was upset? Never mind me. When I went home there was about an inch of dry, damaged scalp. Every time I pulled my comb through my hair it looked like it was raining dry skin. I finally went to another place and the girl doing my hair said my scalp was so inflamed that I'm lucky I didn't lose my hair and that she knew of another person who had the same happen to her who sued the salon and received $10,000 in damages. And I tipped the one who did it to me cause I felt bad for her......................:P
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Do you like your haircut this time?
I know if you don't let some stuff out along the way, the bad that could happen intensifies.
Be back after checking out when the next full moon occurs.
Ms.Madge mentioned chiro rebound, not sure what that is. But after feeling so much better, I awake to feeling like my ankle is broken again! They did not touch my ankle.
But I was walking without limping for 3 days now, pain is better!
Two old ladies were out for a drive in a big old car and could hardly see over the dash board
They came to a red and the driver drove straight through as she did with the second one.The passenger noticed it and thought she might be loosing it so decided to pay close attention at the next set of lights. Sure enough they were red and her friend again did not stop. "Mildred" the passenger said "did you realize you just drove through three red lights?" "Oh" Mildred replied. "Am I driving?"
Good reason to take away those keys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What are we celebrating?
Ger and Lu,
I was pretty good when younger, so I am being bad now.
One time I had to stay after class for chasing boys and also for standing on the toilet seat in the girl's washroom. LOL.
I even got into trouble at a job when I was in my twenties. It was a hoity toity place and the boss pulled me into the boardroom one time and said one of the clients had complained cause all he could hear was me laughing all the time.
Never had my desk moved, they were doubles and bolted to the floor. We used pens and had inkwells built into the desk. If you had long hair and were unfortunate enough to have a boy in the desk behind you he would try and dip your braids in the ink well. We all pulled our braids to the front as soon as we sat down, The classrooms were heated with big potbellied coal stoves. No guards around them but I never remember anyone getting burned.
When I started my general nursing training the hospital was in a cruciform shape and so were the 25 bed wards. There was big structure in the center and on three sides there were separate coal fires and on the third side lived the drug cupboard.
Drugs were supplied in large bottles and the nurses just removed them to a bed table and pushed it round the ward dispensing whatever was listed on the chart at the end of the patient's bed. The only records kept were of the narcotics which were all in glass vials and given by injection. The top of the vial had to be broken off to draw the drug into the syringe. The syringes and needles were used multiple times and sterilized by boiling. The needles got pretty blunt by the end of the week when new ones were issued. Those were the days.
When I was about three the district nurse/midwife came to check on us. She was basically the only medical help we had in the days before the NHS. I picked up a hoe and hit her on the forehead. She was very nice about it but soon retired!
My next one was a boy who put his hand over my mouth probably about kindergarten age.
I bit him so hard I broke the skin and drew blood. That finger tasted nasty.
The next victim as the school dentist. I refused to open my mouth for a filling and I bit his finger. I did not get my filling! In those days you sat in a regular high backed wood chair with your head pushed back over the back. There was no local anesthetic and his drill was foot powered. I think I was about 7. Did not get punished. I guess the teachers sympathized with refusing such torture
Thank you and welcome here!
Nothing like a big Vegas breakfast and keno -
mom and I would play the 4-spot ticket - month, day, year of birth and current age - we won $360 several times on a $2 bet
of course she had to hold her age at 80 since that was the highest number on the board - lol
Good idea!
If playing the lottery is gambling, and you truly want to gamble, just lay your money
straightforward on the tables in Vegas, stay in a four star hotel like the MGM Grand, retire to your comped suite with a jacuzzi, have breakfast by room service or go down to the restaurant and have a great breakfast while playing Keno from your table. I guarantee you 'friends and family' who will make the trip with you because you are paying. The business trip and gambling losses are tax deductible. imo. lol. You can also buy a lotto ticket there....