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[Plucky]

Hey Sela,
At the risk of being boring and simplistic, also repetitive, I would say that once you get a compliment, you are wracking your brain to see whether you deserve it or not, and your inner voice is very critical and hard to satisfy.  Lots of times you are able to prove to your satisfaction that you do not deserve the compliment, and you feel obligated to set the person straight right away.

I have a hard time thinking that the person offering you a compliment really wants to hear a detailed analysis of why the compliment was not deserved.  Unless someone says your cookies are delicious and you did not bake the cookies, someone else did, you should go ahead and accept the compliment.  That is the other person's opinion, they are entitled to it, and they might just be right!  If the cookies are delicious, and you bought them, just say thank you!

Plucky

[Plucky]

I guess I sound a little preachy so I'm sorry about that. It's just a bad habit from teaching the class!

[Sela]

Hi all:

Butterfly wrote:

....is something that you feel doesn't totally matter...

I'm not sure, it could be, but that made me think more of what I really believe might be it...usually, it's not a big deal, nothing most people wouldn't do, or even, in my mind, something I would expect myself to do automatically....so why the compliment???   In that way, as you say, it doesn't really matter, so why make a big deal out of it??

Plucky wrote:

your inner voice is very critical and hard to satisfy.

Probably very true.

I have a hard time thinking that the person offering you a compliment really wants to hear a detailed analysis of why the compliment was not deserved.

This made me giggle!     How crazy eh?  Ofcourse, I'm sure you're right.

That is the other person's opinion, they are entitled to it, and they might just be right!

Maybe, I could drill this into my head.  I'm sure it would really help.  Thanks Plucky.

Thanks Butterfly.

  Sela

[Sela]

Now this made me laugh:

If my body were a car

If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it
in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish
and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.
 
My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as sleek as
a little MG; now they look more like an old Buick.
 
My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging. Seat
belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy Cremes opened a shop in my
neighborhood.!
 
Air bag's ?Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my eyes. Not
counting the saddlebags, of course.
I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places and
seen many things, but when's the last time an appraiser factored life
experiences against depreciation?
 
My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and
bump into things even in the best of weather.
 
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here's the worst of it -almost every time I sneeze, cough or
sputter..... either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires.



  Sela

[Moira]

Hi all! totally off topic- how unusual for me!!- but wanted to share something with you. I'm an artist in my spare time and have several tattoos. Not exactly a biker broad- yet! Hee hee! Anyway, I just got a tattoo Monday that I designed awhile ago and have just been waiting as when to get it and when it would have the most meaning for me. I call it my recovery tattoo. Recovery from not only addiction, but more timely, recovery from destructive N relationships- both family and partners. It's a lotus and the Irish word for serenity. Lotus has so many powerful meanings. Simply, I also view it as beauty coming from ugliness- lotus grows in mud. I believe that tattoos have powerful impact on personal energy- ie ones of death, skulls etc vs. ones signifying courage, change, love, resurrection etc. A little new agey, but it works for me! Later! Moira

[miaxo]

Moria

You'll have to post a pic of it.

[Sallying Forth]

Over and over God has worked all things together for good in my life. Driving a car is another one of those demonstrations of that. Back in November I started a nutrition and fitness program based on several different programs. All that has paid off in big dividends. There were things I couldn't do because I had zero stamina and tons of muscular pain. I didn't have the muscle strength either.

For years I hadn't driven a car outside the 5 1/2 square miles of my town due to extreme PTSD symptoms and Fibromyalgia. However I kept my driver's license in hope that some day I would be able to drive again. I mentioned that I got a car.

Because of my nutrition and fitness program I am now able to drive a car without fatigue and muscle pain. Being stronger has enabled me to shop for myself again - carry and lift heavy loads and travel the long distance to shopping. It's a very long distance (135 miles round trip) to any major shopping from where I live.

Plus I no longer have the extreme PTSD symptoms which plagued me before. I still have some of the symptoms. However the major ones which bothered me the most, anxiety and panic attacks and flashbacks, are no longer a problem.

I had to get some prescriptions filled today and was able to do it all by myself. This is the first time in over 17 years that I have done this alone. 

[Brigid]

Sally,
Congratulations.    Good for you to have done the work to get you to this point. I hope it keeps getting better.

Brigid

[miaxo]

Just a funny.

On my AOL buddy list I have a category titled Narcissist............and guess who I have listed......X N.

I have him on there b/c whenever he is online for any length of time it is b/c he is preparing to send me a nasty.  (He doesn't go on often...only to cause me grief).  I know to brace myself for some BS when i see him online.

Anyway, the Narcissist category makes me laugh a little.  God knows, I need the laugh.

I recently reopened my email to him since  he digs his hole deeper and deeper with his nonsense.....from a legal perspective.

[mum]

oooh, Miaxo, good idea. How do you do that? Does it tell you when he is online? (my exN uses aol, too). I'I save all his email in a folder I can't say the name of...which is a spoof of his email name (which by the way is all in capitals...like he is yelling!!!). Mostly he doesn't say much anymore....(too bad, but I think his lawyer told him to shut up)

[mum]

OOPS. must've hit return....I was going to say that knowing when he is online or even caring might not be something I will do, as I find any thinking about him and what he is up to, to be counterproductive to my getting away from the negative energy exchange with him...... but how do you do it anyway  (I am a computer moron)

[miaxo]

Under Community...click onto buddy list.  Once you have your buddy list up....click on the setup button. 
Then you can add his screen name as well as create an endearing category for him. 

[Sela]

 If you didn't see this on the Tonight show, I hope you're sitting down when you read it. This is probably the funniest date story ever, first date or not!!! We have all had bad dates... but this takes the cake. This just tells you how tough it is to be single nowadays. This was on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

Jay went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman  ever had. The winner described her worst first date experience. There was absolutely no question as to why her tale took the prize!

She said it was midwinter... snowing and quite cold... and the guy had her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and truly had never met before. The outing was fun but relatively uneventful until they were headed home late that afternoon.

They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte. They were about hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle of nowhere her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for a while.  Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point where she told him that he had better stop and let her go beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car.

They stopped and she quickly crawled out beside the car, yanked her pants down and started. In the deep snow she didn't have good footing, so she let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady herself. Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a real gentleman and refrained from peeking. All she could think; about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the situation. Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation. As she bent to pull up her pants, the young lady discovered her buttocks were firmly glued against the car's fender.

Thoughts of tongues frozen to pump handles immediately came to mind as she attempted to disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly apparent that she had a brand new problem due to the extreme cold. Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humor of the moment, she answered her date's concerns about what is taking so long with a reply that indeed, she was freezing her butt off and in need of some assistance!  He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing.  She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose themselves, they assessed her dilemma.

Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with real problem. Both agreed it would take something hot to free her chilly cheeks from the grip of the icy metal! Thinking about what had gotten  her into the predicament in the first place, both quickly realized
that there was only one way to get her free.

So, as she looked the other way, her first-time date proceeded to unzip his pants and wiz her butt off the fender.  As the audience screamed in laughter, she took the Tonight Show prize hands down... or perhaps that should be pants down....

And you thought your first date was embarrassing.


Jay Leno's comment..."This gives a whole new meaning to being P*ssed off."

[Moira]

Hi Sela! Loved your Leno story! I saw that episode- too funny! I wonder if they ever had a second date and how could you top that?!! I saw an amusing interview on Jon Stewart with novelist John Irving( wrote " According To Garp" etc). He was telling a story about his mentor- Kurt Vennegut. He had Kurt over for dinner and he began to wheeze and choke and couldn't speak. John- who is only 5'7( Kurt is over 6' tall) immediately knocked K. to the floor and attempted to straddle him from behind to do Heimlich. He proceeded with great difficulty and finally K. was able to blurt out that he wasn't choking and in fact had emphysema! Moira

[Sela]

Hi Moira and all:

Hahahahaha!  Those  moments in life do one good thing for us eh?  They give us something to laugh at ourselves about.

Like this poor lady:

Always wear clean underwear in public

Always wear clean underwear in public, especially when working under you vehicle... From the NORTHWEST FLORIDA Daily News comes this story of a Crestview couple who drove their car to Wal-Mart, only to have their car break down in the parking lot. The man told his wife to carry on with the shopping while he fixed the car in the lot. The wife returned later to see a small group of people near the car. On closer inspection, she saw a pair of male legs protruding from under the chassis. Although the man was in shorts, his lack of underpants turned private parts into glaringly public ones. Unable to stand the embarrassment, she dutifully stepped forward, quickly put her hand UP his shorts, and tucked everything back into place. On regaining her feet, she looked across the hood and found herself staring at her husband who was standing idly by. The mechanic, however, had to have three stitches in his forehead.


  Sela