*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[sourland]

Being unable to find something you are looking for, or being able to find things that you weren't looking for?

Yes, this and forgetting just what it was that you were looking for. Personally, I feel that the latter is more age related.

 

[Bunnylady]

Quote: If that's age, I must be getting really decrepit by now. I've been walking into rooms and saying, "OK, I'm here - now, what did I come in here for?" for at least 30 years!

 

[sourland]

But, but,

, I though that you were 29. Or was that Queen Em?

 

[oldrooster]

But, but,

, I though that you were 29. Or was that Queen Em?

Sour Sour Sour, You are far too old not to know you never ask a lady, albeit a Bunny Lady, her age.

 

[Bunnylady]

But, but,

, I though that you were 29. Or was that Queen Em?

You are getting forgetful, if you don't remember that our good Queen Em is forever a youthful and beautiful 23.

 

[chicken scout]

queen em?

 

[sourland]

Getting forgetful?

Not everyone has a steel trap memory and recall ability like you,

lady.


Vole, back in the beginning this thread was hi jacked by the lovely Emily, and this Kingdom was created in her mind - yes, a scary place indeed, but it has been fun.

 

[chicken scout]

Getting forgetful?

Not everyone has a steel trap memory and recall ability like you,

lady.


Vole, back in the beginning this thread was hi jacked by the lovely Emily, and this Kingdom was created in her mind - yes, a scary place indeed, but it has been fun.

oh. i knew that

 

[sourland]

Back the beginning of last month when we were on our trip, Father Winter decided to tear down our cable wire and cover it with ice and snow. Cable was still working and we had internet, phone, TV; therefore, I waited until the snow melted to call for repair. Well, today the repair guy appeared. A city boy with an 'island' accent sent out to face the perils of the 'wild' country. I swear he was afraid to walk on the mud that I call a yard. He heard my beagles and fearfully asked, "They won't get loose will they?" I assured him that he was safe. Twenty minutes to decide which ladder to use - asked if I could stabilize it for him. I told him that if he fell (we're talking a BIG man) I would not be catching him. I was dubious, but he got the cable reattached to the house. He asked if he could wash up outside - I assured him that he should come inside and clean up. He became apoplectic when he saw our golden - (wriggling with happiness at someone to play with while in the FIRM grasp of the Princess). I showed him to the bathroom and gave him a towel to dry with. "Is the dog secured?" Once assured of his safety, he bolted from the bathroom and out the front door towel in hand. I said, "Could we have the towel back?" He was like, "Oops, I didn't mean to take it." My reply, "I know you just wanted to get away from the dog." "Yean, I'm a little afraid of dogs." And mud, and ladders, and cables, and rain, and the dangers of the wild in NJ.

He informed me that after 14 years with the company he was looking for a new job because this one was too stressful.

 

[Alaskan]

         Back the beginning of last month when we were on our trip, Father Winter decided to tear down our cable wire and cover it with ice and snow.  Cable was still working and we had internet, phone, TV; therefore, I waited until the snow melted to call for repair.  Well, today the repair guy appeared.  A city boy with an 'island' accent sent out to face the perils of the 'wild' country.  I swear he was afraid to walk on the mud that I call a yard.  He heard my beagles and fearfully asked, "They won't get loose will they?"  I assured him that he was safe.  Twenty minutes to decide which ladder to use - asked if I could stabilize it for him.  I told him that if he fell (we're talking a BIG man) I would not be catching him.  I was dubious, but he got the cable reattached to the house.  He asked if he could wash up outside - I assured him that he should come inside and clean up.  He became apoplectic when he saw our golden - (wriggling with happiness at someone to play with while in the FIRM grasp of the Princess).  I showed him to the bathroom and gave him a towel to dry with.  "Is the dog secured?"  Once assured of his safety, he bolted from the bathroom and out the front door towel in hand.  I said, "Could we have the towel back?"  He was like,  "Oops, I didn't mean to take it."  My reply, "I know you just wanted to get away from the dog."  "Yean, I'm a little afraid of dogs."  And mud, and ladders, and cables, and rain, and the dangers of the wild in NJ.    He informed me that after 14 years with the company he was looking for a new job because this one was too stressful. 

Dude!

Reminds me of the guy in College who was from New York, and had probably only been exposed to rats and pigeons. He came down to Texas to learn large animal vet stuff, and was super allergic to all animals. There is no way that guy lasted more than one semester.



There was another guy who was SO terrified of snakes that he insisted on wearing these snake chaps. They were made from very thick NON-breathable fabric that tied closed at the ankles and then again below the knees.
He would wear these in over 100 degree heat, with NO breeze and NO clouds/shade, working outside all day long. When we would break for lunch and he took those things off, there would be a cup of sweat trapped at the knee ties. I never understood why he didn't die from heat stroke.