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Only time I was frisked was before taking my nursing board exam. I had to also take off my tiny wireframe glasses and prove I hadn't somehow hidden crib notes on them... to an adaptive test with no way to know what questions will be asked. Even if I had been inclined to cheat, and had figured out a way to do it, I can't imagine what info would have been useful.
I did have a guard at the border coming back from Canada demand to know if I had any alcohol, firearms, or beanie babies, though.
I got the giggles, but apparently he was serious. Guess my bearded hippie BFF and I looked like the beanie baby smuggling types...
I read, many years ago, in a Scientific American I believe, that we are born with a built-in furnace, sort of, and when kids throw off heavy coats in the winter and we insist that they put them back on, we kill that whatever it is, and it never comes back. From what I remember of that article. I found it interesting. It would explain that behavior.
You have the winning suggestion. I noticed last night the bird kept perching on the ceiling light. So I suggested we turn off the lights in the bedroom and turn on the light outside to attact it to the window. It didn't work last night. However, at 7 am, when the sun had risen making it sunny outside and dark in the bedroom (the sun rises on the side of the house opposite to that of the window), there was enough light to attact the bird's attention to the window and it made its escape. Before escaping, it was kind enought to leave a white present on the mirror for us
. We haven't checked on top of the 6 foot high armorie it spent most of the night on top of for additional gifts yet.
I wish I had your talent with birds! We would all have slept better here if I did. All night long I heard, "chirp, chirp, chirp" coming from the bedroom across from mine.
Oh interesting! Yeah, that would make sense. "You must wear X thing" was never a hill I felt like I needed to die on (beyond the obvious safety and hygeine issues) so that might be why they're still a dragon.
@SliverGirl - a belated 'Happy Happy Happy' cheer for your son.
@DanaTA - That may explain why I see so many babies being hauled around in below freezing temperatures in Denver with only a diaper and cotton tee shirt on while their parents are in cold weather gear. Their parents must be raising them on that theory. And explain the adults who walk around in the same temps in flip flops, baggy shorts and tees themselves. Me, if my core gets chilled, I only get warm once I can get into a super hot shower.
This morning, my window as open as our weather was 73F and both cats were on my bed. All of a sudden, we heard a kitten/young cat crying. I figured it wasn't the YouTube channel they had been ignoring, so looked out the window. On the third story across from me, inside the apartment, was a young B&W cat, desperately trying to climb out the screen door and get to something on the balcony. Charlie and Simon were very concerned. Charlie even climbed onto my window sill to check out the situation. I wonder if these two partners are ready to adopt?
Non-complaint: 10 years ago today we adopted The Bear, then a hyper 17 month old Lab/Belgian mix. Now, he's 12 & a half, very much indulged, & likes to laze around (preferably in our way of course). Unless there's food or he's alerting us that rabbits/air molecules/birds/passing vehicles are trespassing in his territory again.
He & Gilly have adapted their play fights to Bear's old bones, lying side by side on the couch sounding like a pair of quarrelling wargs and pretending to bite mouthfuls of neck fur. You can tell it's play because if Bear slips off the couch, Gilly won't take advantage & just waits for Bear to get back up there.
I also have what I fondly call my "blackmail photos" of them sleeping together, sometimes with one pillowing his head on the other.
Thank you for a warm, fuzzy hug picture. Bless you.
Right after Charlie sneezed in my ear.
Ifrit?
I house (in outside aviary) 200 birds. I raised a sparrow from a naked chick and have handfed them, dogs, cats and hummingbirds. You need to find a branch and wedge it between your window sill (bottom not moving) and window sash. Cover the glass with newspaper etc. else the bird will panic and fly into it. Put some cat food, or kibble, or lettuce (small pieces) or a few bread crumbs on ledge, The only time a bird will let you pick it up is when it is dying. These dying birds can be saved with remedies hand fed by a straw else they simply expire.
Edit Just read how bird escaped. @carrie58 excellent suggestion. Forgot to say cover mirrors. The white present is because it crashed into it.
Apparently if I want a picture of naked chicks in a nest, I need to add bird to search query.
Had to look that one up... not a good personality match, at least according to Wikipedia.
Ah, well - no wish-granting then, sad.
LOL
I haven't been here in a few days... but when I opened up the forums it's zoomed way out (like mouseprint) and backspace deletes two characters at once. It's on an iPad, so probably no chance this is going to be fixed any time soon.
Maybe... you can... put in a ticket... and surely this problem will be addressed in a timely manner.
Rule 34 strikes again.
Complaint: I went to the doctor because I was coughing a lot and had difficulty breathing so they gave me a bloody nose.
Non-Compaint: All the tests were negative
Did they give you a bloody nose for free?
Yes and no. They get paid but Medicare and my BCBS supplement cover the cost. So it was free for me.
Well, heck, I could probably have given you a bloody nose for free without all the paperwork.
As an abused 6 year old child child bloody noses were a daily given until I was fourteen and made a ward of the court. As a child, I thought, one day this will be behind me, but here I am at close to 70 fighting natures tree/grass pollens and other allergens like dust mites thinking, what was I thinking? Bloody noses never end. This is life. This is life would be a great thread but not for me.
I was also an abused child and had an almost daily beating till 16 when I got my car that I saved up for, from 3 years of working after school. I got my first job pumping gas at a gas station at 13, getting paid under the table, but my dad also worked there as a second job. Blood dripping from my face was a regular occurrence. However, once my nose was broken, the bleeding all the time stopped somehow. I have never understood how or why. We stopped at a lot of gas stations or stores so I could go into their bathroom to clean up before going home, so my dad didn't notice any of it and if he did, the excuse was I got into a fight after school. I have Hayfever pretty bad and no longer get bloody noses. I still get the sneezing, watery eyes and can't breath.
Abused kid here too, verbally and physically. As I aged into my teen body, it started to turn sexual. I put a stop to it. I found out decades later my dad had been abused by his mother, who I looked like. He took out his hatred of her on me. We had a complicated relationship. (But some of these things are why I react strongly to some DAZ products/promos and current events. Big triggers for me.)
Bloody noses I got a lot, naturally. Bullies in school giving beat downs for lunch money... Allergies came on after I turned 21. I joke my warranty ran out. Right now the seasonal misery is at its peak. Facial tissues are being bought at a high rate and my antihistemine is not keeping up. But next weekend we have a chance for rain and snow! I hope it comes.
You're lucky. You could easily have needed a camera, a large bale of hay and to cough-up a fee of £50 per chick, per hour!
Should I feel guilty about having a happy, encouraging, well educated childhood, an enjoyable, productive career, found and lost love, be it non-standard and childless, achieved spiritual/philosophical awakening, a meager but survivable retirement, punctuated only by standard, manageable old-age maladies, with only a spate of spontaneous bloody noses as my bane, and a goal of quietly dying unnoticed in my own bed, denying the medical cabal the opportunity to wring me penniless?
My life wouldn't make an engaging book, if it weren't for the few cautious side-steps into the prurient or sub-culture adventures that I tweaked out of it.
No, don't feel bad—all these abuse stories. Just brings back bad memories; it's one of the reasons I have nightmares and swing my fist and hit my wife. Family of 9 boys, I being the second-youngest.
Same with the nightmares and hitting the wife during them. I feel horrible every time it happens. The last time I told her thats it, I'm sleeping on the couch. She said no your not, they aren't your fault and I'm gonna be here to help. My Dr put me on a med that is helping a lot and now I don't have them every night, but maybe 1-2 a week. The last 3 yrs I was only sleeping 1.5-3 hrs a night cause of them, but now I'm sleeping 4-5, so now its do to pain.
Just started the Welsh class today and did several lessons.