Let me know you a little better
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I’m glad that people appreciate my previous FBR and unintentionally self inflicted pain activities.
My life’s been full of them. 🤷🏼♂️3 -
I’m glad that people appreciate my previous FBR and unintentionally self inflicted pain activities.
My life’s been full of them. 🤷🏼♂️
I didn't laugh at the pain you must've felt or the agony you went through or the idiot move(I mean we all do stuff like that right?) but I sure did laugh at the way you told the story. Important thing is the lesson you learned from your enlightening and painful, albeit funny, experience.2 -
I'm beginning to figure out I'm not a very loving person, not as tolerant of others as I wish I was. Or maybe it's just one person. Or maybe it's just the mood I'm in today.5
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I’m glad that people appreciate my previous FBR and unintentionally self inflicted pain activities.
My life’s been full of them. 🤷🏼♂️
I agree with Reenie and wasn’t laughing at the actual physical pain but it played more like looney tunes cartoon style in my head. Also, what’s FBR stand for?1 -
OpheliaCooter wrote: »I’m glad that people appreciate my previous FBR and unintentionally self inflicted pain activities.
My life’s been full of them. 🤷🏼♂️
I agree with Reenie and wasn’t laughing at the actual physical pain but it played more like looney tunes cartoon style in my head. Also, what’s FBR stand fore?
It’s all good. Laugh all you want. It’s funny now.
Stands for a couple things.
The it’s ok to say ‘round here initialism is “Fueled By Ramen”
The it’s not ok to say ‘round here initialism is “Full Blown “my engine is running like the timing severely needs advanced””2 -
I’m glad that people appreciate my previous FBR and unintentionally self inflicted pain activities.
My life’s been full of them. 🤷🏼♂️
Your story reminds me of a hot sauce challenge the men at work had. You could tell those that washed their hands well after and those that didn’t by the uncomfortable walking they did later. 😂
And I think the laughter has more to do with your storytelling abilities than the pain itself.4 -
I’m glad that people appreciate my previous FBR and unintentionally self inflicted pain activities.
My life’s been full of them. 🤷🏼♂️
Your story reminds me of a hot sauce challenge the men at work had. You could tell those that washed their hands well after and those that didn’t by the uncomfortable walking they did later. 😂
And I think the laughter has more to do with your storytelling abilities than the pain itself.
Yes! I believe Cat hit the nail on the head with that last sentence.1 -
I promise, I didn’t mean to imply I was butt hurt or anything.
I am truly glad that people can appreciate what I posted.
If it made you smile or you laughed your *kitten* off, good. 🤙🏼3 -
I guess for today this will be my FBR confession…
I love spas and treating myself to massages.
When you go in they are always like “get undressed down to your comfort level”. I always get neked. Not like I have any other choice since I don’t own underroos.
Up in <redacted> where it’s really liberal ol’ girl would really get in there. Like head to toe, front and back, sometimes brushing the ol’ twig and berries. Never thought anything of it. Nothing sexual. Just a great massage.
Fast forward to <redacted> where it’s very conservative. Me thinks to myself “Self, these suck. Ol’ girl ain’t really getting in there.” So after asking for new gals because they never did inner thigh, butt cheeks, never any lower in my chest than my neckline, etc. That’s when I found out ol’ girl in <redacted> was getting a little too fresh with me and it was considered unprofessional.
🤷🏼♂️ I didn’t know. It was just a massage to me. 🤷🏼♂️7 -
Many of yous would probably agree I have some pretty stupid phrases and words for things. They just flow out of my mouth or into what I'm typing.
But, there are some things that I'm extremely conscious about the way I say or convey. Something this morning reminded me about one of them. Kids vs. children. I almost never call peoples children kids. Always children. Because women don't birth goats.
I’m weird like that 🤷🏼♂️5 -
My FBR post of the day*…
This is FBR on a few peoples parts but I’ll accept the brunt of the FBR’edness
So, getting out of the military I wanted a job in something technical.
Lots of training in physics, electronics, etc.
I told family what I was trained in which included fiber optics. Running, splicing, etc.
“Oh, bless your heart, we have a huge fiber optic facility here.”
Hrm 🤨, ok. So I apply.
Long story short, I go through multiple rounds of interviews.
I am hired.
Pay and benefits are *kitten* for fiber work but hey, I got my foot in the door.
First day I’m handed a pair of scissors. I’m like WTF?!?!?
I’m then escorted to a line. It was a textile fiber plant. I was at the bottom of the textile fiber drop where the fiber gets rolled onto the bobbins. 🤨
It was actually a clutch job. If you helped others get helped you. If your line was running well you sat around playing cards between bobbin switches.
I didn’t stay long but when I turned in my notice ol’ boy said I was one of the only people he knew who gave notice and was the only one who returned their scissors. 🤷🏼♂️
I guess, to get fair, to give some reference, at my next job We we’re still wiring T1s and DS3s and had not yet installed OC3s. When I left there to be an SS7 engineer we were rolling out OC192s.
But to confuse optical fiber and textile fiber? To go through all those interviews? FBR all around.
* I got so many of them but I need things to remind me of them. Daily ain’t gonna happen.5 -
I have no idea what FBR means. It seems you use it a lot, and i can still get the gyst of your posts, but for the life of me i cant figure out what you are saying with FBR. I dont want you to get in trouble explaining it to me if its something bad.....i guess when i have more time ill need to look into that lol.6
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I have no idea what FBR means. It seems you use it a lot, and i can still get the gyst of your posts, but for the life of me i cant figure out what you are saying with FBR. I dont want you to get in trouble explaining it to me if its something bad.....i guess when i have more time ill need to look into that lol.
You'll never get it.. 😆 I didn't.
Full Blown (R = "less advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for one's age" )1 -
slimgirljo15 wrote: »I have no idea what FBR means. It seems you use it a lot, and i can still get the gyst of your posts, but for the life of me i cant figure out what you are saying with FBR. I dont want you to get in trouble explaining it to me if its something bad.....i guess when i have more time ill need to look into that lol.
You'll never get it.. 😆 I didn't.
Full Blown R = "less advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for one's age"
Yes. This. A much better explanation for those not that familiar with the inner workings of an internal combustion engine which is what I used.2 -
slimgirljo15 wrote: »I have no idea what FBR means. It seems you use it a lot, and i can still get the gyst of your posts, but for the life of me i cant figure out what you are saying with FBR. I dont want you to get in trouble explaining it to me if its something bad.....i guess when i have more time ill need to look into that lol.
You'll never get it.. 😆 I didn't.
Full Blown (R = "less advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for one's age" )
Eloquent, yet direct; I like it.2 -
I try to be nice to everyone. 😊
I have been known to be mean, vindictive, vengeful, obnoxiously outspoken and will fight you if you say or do anything I don’t like to my man.
Just sayin’.6 -
I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀6
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honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀
I will have to give this a try - do you go to sleep with them on?1 -
OleTroubadour wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀
I will have to give this a try - do you go to sleep with them on?
No, I just spend time every night before bedtime. For me it’s normally Pink Floyd ☺️1 -
honey_honey_12 wrote: »OleTroubadour wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀
I will have to give this a try - do you go to sleep with them on?
No, I just spend time every night before bedtime. For me it’s normally Pink Floyd ☺️
Kind of like meditation - and yes, Pink Floyd could really help with the vivid dreams ...2 -
honey_honey_12 wrote: »OleTroubadour wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀
I will have to give this a try - do you go to sleep with them on?
No, I just spend time every night before bedtime. For me it’s normally Pink Floyd ☺️
Love love Pink Floyd!!2 -
I think I hurt myself a little bit ago and it reminded me about how FBR I was working at a summer camp when I was probably 10-11 years old.
So, my mom was the head nurse at a summer camp for a couple years. I got to spend all summer at camp but I helped out all over. Worked the stables, was an unofficial lifeguard, maintained property with things like sling blades / grass whip, stuff like that.
At the end of each week there was a bonfire and midnight walk where kids who coupled up would hold hands and stroll under the moonlight. That was my favorite day of the week
I don't know which of these is the most R'ed but here is what I remember...
Back then no one gave a crap about safety. H E double hockey sticks, it seemed like seat belt use was still optional. It probably wasn't but my dad never wore them. He said he was able to get out of the car quicker when he got to the scene. I think he just didn't like them. So it wasn't unusual for kids to ride in the beds of pickup trucks. Including standing behind the cab and just holding on by the friction of your palms on the roof of the cab.
So, FBR incident one... We left the property to go get stuff from the co-op or something. I don't know what. I was standing in the bed of the truck holding on like I said. This was an old, rusted out, pieced together pickup like what you see driving around the pick'a'part place. No tailgate. I got the bright idea I was going to see how long I could let go. What could it hurt, i was a skater with a half pipe, 4' launch ramp, skated empty pools, etc. I was a water skier and spent mad time out on the water so i know I had sea legs. I let go. It was not like skating. It was not like boating. It was not like water or snow skiing. The wind beating against my chest lifted me off my feet, I went feet over head tumbling down the bed of the truck and straight out the back onto the road and into the ditch. They didn't realize what happened and left me there in the ditch. When they came back I bowed up and wouldn't let them see that I was a little sore or any of the bruises. I wanted to, and continued, riding in the bed, standing up, but didn't let go no more.
FBR two... Some other time I'm riding in the bed of the truck, same style, except we were on the property. I remember this like it was yesterday because it was the first time I broke any fingers. We were going from the utility shed back to the stables. I hopped into the back first with 2 other staff then the driver and passenger got in. I was on the left side. For some reason I grabbed the A pillar while the drivers door was open with my left hand. Ol' boy shut it on my hand. My hand was stuck and old boy goes to drive off. He did pull forward a little before anyone knew what had happened. Boom! Pinky digit on my left hand broke. I won't let them take me to the nurses office. That witch would have put me on the lame and lazy list and my summer fun would have been over. Fast forward to later in the day when the real FBR *kitten* goes down. We're heading back from the stable. same setup except this time I'm on the passenger side. I'm holding on to the roof but my left hand hurts so im focused on that and not putting much downward pressure on the cab with that hand. FBR me goes and grabs the A pillar with my right hand. BAMB! Door shuts and now I got a broken pointer digit on my right hand.
It's after FBR number two that I decided broken fingers are not so bad and not worth going to the doctors about. Maybe someday I'll tell you about breaking two metacarpals in my right hand and going to work on Rescue Anne later that night. I rethought my stance on broken bones and doctor visits after that.
But I digress.
FBR three... I was working the stables. Ol' girl told me not to climb over the back of the stable. I climbed over the back of the stable. That's when the horse straight up kicked the *kitten* out of me square in the chest. Like I was almost back against the stable wall when the hoof made contact. I was straight eff up from that. I don't know how long it was that I couldn't breath but that's the only time in my life I've ever thought I was gonna die. My entire chest and abdomen was black and blue for weeks. But, bowed up, I ain't gonna get put on lame and lazy list. Summer fun must go on.
FBR four... I was working the stables again. And it was the same horse. I was supposed to clean the horses hooves. Show her the pick and run it down her body to her drivers side rear leg. I lean down and pick her hoof up. BAMB! She kicks the *kitten* out of me again. This time it was my arm. It didn't hurt as much. I decided I she didn't like me and I shouldn't work with her.6 -
"I don't know what I am. And it's not important."
~Don Miguel Ruiz1 -
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I’m feeling’ this today….
“Wild woman are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet.
If you have met one, hold on to her, she'll allow you into her chaos but she'll also show you her magic.” ~Nikki Rowe4 -
I’m not educated at all when it comes to which brands and styles “belong” to who. I wear what I think looks cute. I don’t put myself in a box.
Vineyard Vines, for the preppy
Ect Ect... I can’t even name more because I don’t even know.
Someone here told me that V necks are for hipsters.
^^^ I don’t wear any of that just sharing examples
I bought a couple pairs of Levi denim shorts, and was told that’s what country girls wear. Cow girls. Never knew that 🤣
Nothing about me is country but the denim looks cute.
I guess I’m not a fashionista.
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I’m not educated at all when it comes to which brands and styles “belong” to who. I wear what I think looks cute. I don’t put myself in a box.
Vineyard Vines, for the preppy
Ect Ect... I can’t even name more because I don’t even know.
Someone here told me that V necks are for hipsters.
^^^ I don’t wear any of that just sharing examples
I bought a couple pairs of Levi denim shorts, and was told that’s what country girls wear. Cow girls. Never knew that 🤣
Nothing about me is country but the denim looks cute.
I guess I’m not a fashionista.
I wear v necks because I can’t stand having my shirt up around my neck.
Who knew I was a hipster at 60! 😊
I live in Oklahoma and have horses so I guess I’m also an old cowgirl and I’ve never bought a pair of denim shorts.
We just get the scissors and cut up an old pair of jeans, lol.
Why not just wear what you like and not care what “category” it fits into?
I’m going to bet that you could wear Levi shorts with a v neck shirt and look fabulous.
You’re young, wear what ever you want! 😀3 -
I think I hurt myself a little bit ago and it reminded me about how FBR I was working at a summer camp when I was probably 10-11 years old.
So, my mom was the head nurse at a summer camp for a couple years. I got to spend all summer at camp but I helped out all over. Worked the stables, was an unofficial lifeguard, maintained property with things like sling blades / grass whip, stuff like that.
At the end of each week there was a bonfire and midnight walk where kids who coupled up would hold hands and stroll under the moonlight. That was my favorite day of the week
I don't know which of these is the most R'ed but here is what I remember...
Back then no one gave a crap about safety. H E double hockey sticks, it seemed like seat belt use was still optional. It probably wasn't but my dad never wore them. He said he was able to get out of the car quicker when he got to the scene. I think he just didn't like them. So it wasn't unusual for kids to ride in the beds of pickup trucks. Including standing behind the cab and just holding on by the friction of your palms on the roof of the cab.
So, FBR incident one... We left the property to go get stuff from the co-op or something. I don't know what. I was standing in the bed of the truck holding on like I said. This was an old, rusted out, pieced together pickup like what you see driving around the pick'a'part place. No tailgate. I got the bright idea I was going to see how long I could let go. What could it hurt, i was a skater with a half pipe, 4' launch ramp, skated empty pools, etc. I was a water skier and spent mad time out on the water so i know I had sea legs. I let go. It was not like skating. It was not like boating. It was not like water or snow skiing. The wind beating against my chest lifted me off my feet, I went feet over head tumbling down the bed of the truck and straight out the back onto the road and into the ditch. They didn't realize what happened and left me there in the ditch. When they came back I bowed up and wouldn't let them see that I was a little sore or any of the bruises. I wanted to, and continued, riding in the bed, standing up, but didn't let go no more.
FBR two... Some other time I'm riding in the bed of the truck, same style, except we were on the property. I remember this like it was yesterday because it was the first time I broke any fingers. We were going from the utility shed back to the stables. I hopped into the back first with 2 other staff then the driver and passenger got in. I was on the left side. For some reason I grabbed the A pillar while the drivers door was open with my left hand. Ol' boy shut it on my hand. My hand was stuck and old boy goes to drive off. He did pull forward a little before anyone knew what had happened. Boom! Pinky digit on my left hand broke. I won't let them take me to the nurses office. That witch would have put me on the lame and lazy list and my summer fun would have been over. Fast forward to later in the day when the real FBR *kitten* goes down. We're heading back from the stable. same setup except this time I'm on the passenger side. I'm holding on to the roof but my left hand hurts so im focused on that and not putting much downward pressure on the cab with that hand. FBR me goes and grabs the A pillar with my right hand. BAMB! Door shuts and now I got a broken pointer digit on my right hand.
It's after FBR number two that I decided broken fingers are not so bad and not worth going to the doctors about. Maybe someday I'll tell you about breaking two metacarpals in my right hand and going to work on Rescue Anne later that night. I rethought my stance on broken bones and doctor visits after that.
But I digress.
FBR three... I was working the stables. Ol' girl told me not to climb over the back of the stable. I climbed over the back of the stable. That's when the horse straight up kicked the *kitten* out of me square in the chest. Like I was almost back against the stable wall when the hoof made contact. I was straight eff up from that. I don't know how long it was that I couldn't breath but that's the only time in my life I've ever thought I was gonna die. My entire chest and abdomen was black and blue for weeks. But, bowed up, I ain't gonna get put on lame and lazy list. Summer fun must go on.
FBR four... I was working the stables again. And it was the same horse. I was supposed to clean the horses hooves. Show her the pick and run it down her body to her drivers side rear leg. I lean down and pick her hoof up. BAMB! She kicks the *kitten* out of me again. This time it was my arm. It didn't hurt as much. I decided I she didn't like me and I shouldn't work with her.
Im amazed you survived your childhood 😄2 -
slimgirljo15 wrote: »I think I hurt myself a little bit ago and it reminded me about how FBR I was working at a summer camp when I was probably 10-11 years old.
So, my mom was the head nurse at a summer camp for a couple years. I got to spend all summer at camp but I helped out all over. Worked the stables, was an unofficial lifeguard, maintained property with things like sling blades / grass whip, stuff like that.
At the end of each week there was a bonfire and midnight walk where kids who coupled up would hold hands and stroll under the moonlight. That was my favorite day of the week
I don't know which of these is the most R'ed but here is what I remember...
Back then no one gave a crap about safety. H E double hockey sticks, it seemed like seat belt use was still optional. It probably wasn't but my dad never wore them. He said he was able to get out of the car quicker when he got to the scene. I think he just didn't like them. So it wasn't unusual for kids to ride in the beds of pickup trucks. Including standing behind the cab and just holding on by the friction of your palms on the roof of the cab.
So, FBR incident one... We left the property to go get stuff from the co-op or something. I don't know what. I was standing in the bed of the truck holding on like I said. This was an old, rusted out, pieced together pickup like what you see driving around the pick'a'part place. No tailgate. I got the bright idea I was going to see how long I could let go. What could it hurt, i was a skater with a half pipe, 4' launch ramp, skated empty pools, etc. I was a water skier and spent mad time out on the water so i know I had sea legs. I let go. It was not like skating. It was not like boating. It was not like water or snow skiing. The wind beating against my chest lifted me off my feet, I went feet over head tumbling down the bed of the truck and straight out the back onto the road and into the ditch. They didn't realize what happened and left me there in the ditch. When they came back I bowed up and wouldn't let them see that I was a little sore or any of the bruises. I wanted to, and continued, riding in the bed, standing up, but didn't let go no more.
FBR two... Some other time I'm riding in the bed of the truck, same style, except we were on the property. I remember this like it was yesterday because it was the first time I broke any fingers. We were going from the utility shed back to the stables. I hopped into the back first with 2 other staff then the driver and passenger got in. I was on the left side. For some reason I grabbed the A pillar while the drivers door was open with my left hand. Ol' boy shut it on my hand. My hand was stuck and old boy goes to drive off. He did pull forward a little before anyone knew what had happened. Boom! Pinky digit on my left hand broke. I won't let them take me to the nurses office. That witch would have put me on the lame and lazy list and my summer fun would have been over. Fast forward to later in the day when the real FBR *kitten* goes down. We're heading back from the stable. same setup except this time I'm on the passenger side. I'm holding on to the roof but my left hand hurts so im focused on that and not putting much downward pressure on the cab with that hand. FBR me goes and grabs the A pillar with my right hand. BAMB! Door shuts and now I got a broken pointer digit on my right hand.
It's after FBR number two that I decided broken fingers are not so bad and not worth going to the doctors about. Maybe someday I'll tell you about breaking two metacarpals in my right hand and going to work on Rescue Anne later that night. I rethought my stance on broken bones and doctor visits after that.
But I digress.
FBR three... I was working the stables. Ol' girl told me not to climb over the back of the stable. I climbed over the back of the stable. That's when the horse straight up kicked the *kitten* out of me square in the chest. Like I was almost back against the stable wall when the hoof made contact. I was straight eff up from that. I don't know how long it was that I couldn't breath but that's the only time in my life I've ever thought I was gonna die. My entire chest and abdomen was black and blue for weeks. But, bowed up, I ain't gonna get put on lame and lazy list. Summer fun must go on.
FBR four... I was working the stables again. And it was the same horse. I was supposed to clean the horses hooves. Show her the pick and run it down her body to her drivers side rear leg. I lean down and pick her hoof up. BAMB! She kicks the *kitten* out of me again. This time it was my arm. It didn't hurt as much. I decided I she didn't like me and I shouldn't work with her.
Im amazed you survived your childhood 😄
You ain’t heard nothing yet. Lemme tell ya about the time I was…4 -
@tmanfive
Watch out for those horses man, they can be quick. 😫
Kicked in the chest, you’re lucky to be alive.
I guess you already know that though huh. 😊1
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