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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by elFreak
It is because young people today have it a lot easier than they did. Imagine living through wars, depressions and so on. A simple loaf of bread was a luxury, today if a little punk doesn't get an ipod for christmas they act like it is an unequivocal display of not being loved.
ing sense of entitlement people piss me off.
*looking straight at barbina* |
Yep. And even after all that...seniors STILL won't ask for anything. At work their excuse for not using the call bell, or telling the nurses when they have an ache/pain/whatever, is that "I don't want to be a nuisance."
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| Meat187 |
| quote: | Originally posted by elFreak
It is because young people today have it a lot easier than they did. Imagine living through wars, depressions and so on. A simple loaf of bread was a luxury, today if a little punk doesn't get an ipod for christmas they act like it is an unequivocal display of not being loved.
ing sense of entitlement people piss me off.
*looking straight at barbina* |
Yeah, man! You know what, if I met one of those little s I'd take a huge piss on his beloved leather jacket just to show him. |
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| Zoso |
Just got back from lunch with said grandmother. OMG she had fresh strawberries from her garden. :eyespop: She grew up in a 3 room cabin in the mountains of North Carolina. She was one of sixteen children, and now she is the only one of those 16 left. :(
Then and now:
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| Zoso |
| quote: | Originally posted by elFreak
*microscope* |
Quiet, you! |
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| lücid |
| i miss my grandparents, a lot. my mom's parents both died when i was 13 and i was really too young to understand what it meant to lose them at that point. they lived on a farm in Wisconsin their entire life while i was being raised in NY, so i only saw them about once per year... but my grandma and i wrote letters to each other and talked on the phone all the time. she was very artistic and did a lot of watercolor paintings, so i used to send her a lot of drawings and art projects that i did when i was a kid and she was always so proud of me. sometimes i wish she was still around to see that i did become an artist when i grew up, because she said she always knew that's what i'd be. |
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| Slylee |
| quote: | Originally posted by lücid
i miss my grandparents, a lot. my mom's parents both died when i was 13 and i was really too young to understand what it meant to lose them at that point. they lived on a farm in Wisconsin their entire life while i was being raised in NY, so i only saw them about once per year... but my grandma and i wrote letters to each other and talked on the phone all the time. she was very artistic and did a lot of watercolor paintings, so i used to send her a lot of drawings and art projects that i did when i was a kid and she was always so proud of me. sometimes i wish she was still around to see that i did become an artist when i grew up, because she said she always knew that's what i'd be. |
my alchy nana is an artist too and does water colors and color pencil drawings:p |
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| Frenchie |
| I won't lie. I just teared. |
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| elFreak |
| quote: | Originally posted by Zoso
Quiet, you! |
was not directed at you.
*eyes you menacingly and does the mutombo finger wag* |
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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
my alchy nana |
:stongue: :stongue: |
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| Zoso |
| quote: | Originally posted by elFreak
was not directed at you.
*eyes you menacingly and does the mutombo finger wag* |
I see. And here I thought I had finally drawn the attention of...LeFreak! *gets back in line* |
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| squirrelly |
My grandpa on my dad's side died in WWII in a concentration camp... My grandma on my dad's side survived... but drank herself to death because of the concentration camp.
My grandma on my mom's side is a overly-lovey-dovey-let me feed you until you drop- clepto. My GRANDPA on my mom's side... I love him! He's small, he works hard, he fishes, he smokes and I still crawl into his lap and cuddle with him. :clown:
I wish I could have met my hubby's grandparents :( He was raised by them, and they meant a lot to him. Every story you hear about them you can just hear that they were madly in love with one another... we have a picture of them on the fridge. His grandma died just last year, 9 days before the day we were going to go up and visit her so I could meet her. :( We talk about the two of them all the time though... I love hearing stories about his grandparents. They traveled all over the place by boat :) |
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