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chaoticnightmare US (WI) elite Senior Poster Total posts: 129 Status: Offline Date of Birth: 86-04-03 Total Earnings: $693.69	reply date: 2011-11-18 23:53:31 I have two actually! If I can only have one, please use the first one! What Manners? by Amanda Jean Ryan Every night for supper when I was younger, everyone in the family sat down to eat together at our old rectangle table. Dad always sat on the end that wasn't against the wall, two people were sitting on one side with their backs to the large window that looked out at a huge tree and a creek, and the last child was able to sit by mom. Whoever sat next to her was the person who had to do dishes that night, so she believed that it would make the chore less horrible by allowing us to sit by her on that night. Mom had always been saying how bad our manners were, and not just us kid's, but dad's as well. One time I overheard dad telling her, "Connie, I'm old enough that I don't need manner lessons." It was obvious that mom didn't think so because one night in the middle of our different meals that we had made for ourselves, she had had enough of our manners, or rather the lack of them. She decided it was time to pass on her wisdom of how to behave and not to behave at a table. You could see her brown eyes light up at the thought of teaching the rest of the family something; she just loved doing things like that or helping us out. That was just the kind of person she was; she was always willing to help anyone out and she loved doing that No matter what task she faced, she was determined to get it done and never doubt that it could be done. "Now, whenever you are eating a meal, don't reach across the table for anything, ask someone else for it with a please and thank you," She started the lecture with. Through out most of this, mom was looking and me. I knew she was thinking about how many times I've spilled different things by doing just that. Luckily, mom is the type of person who doesn't worry or care when things like that happens. I think her motto is the old saying "Don't sweat the small stuff and everything is small stuff." By the time she went onto the next lesson, mom must have seen the glazed looks that were coming onto our faces because she moved onto what she says she considers the most important thing manners wise. "You should never burp or fart when you're at a table, if you can help it. If you can't, say...." What we were supposed to say, we never found out because at that moment a loud, continuous noise erupted out of mom's mouth. Everyone, including mom, started laughing so hard. "Exc.. Excuse.." Mom tried to control her laughter to say 'excuse me' but never could get it out. One look at her round, now red, childish type of face was enough to set everyone off again. That made mom even laugh harder. Finally, mom was able to say, " Excuse me. That's what you should always say after burping at a dinner table." That lesson never really sunk into our heads though. Anytime mom ever tried to teach us manners, we just remind her what she had done that one night. Although she never really gave up after that point, she never really made a big deal out of using manners at our dinner table. I guess that she knew that she couldn't expect us to use manners after that displayed of what not to do at dinner.
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chaoticnightmare US (WI) elite Senior Poster Total posts: 129 Status: Offline Date of Birth: 86-04-03 Total Earnings: $693.69	reply date: 2011-11-18 23:57:52 My second story is an embarrassing one and I am just going to get it out of me! I had just finished showering and was reaching for PJ's. I had a light on to see and it didn't have a cover over the light bulb as it was from a thrift store and was broken. Anyway, I am not sure how it happened, but my PJ's slipped out of my hands and fell behind the lamp. So, I went to reach for them and well, lets just say, I got second degree burns on my chest due to something swinging! I told my mom but didn't see the doctor for days due to embarrassment! This was way worse than the time I woke myself up by poring water on myself (I had tried to drink water but fell asleep before I could get it!). Feel free to delete this one if not right !!
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Mydragonsfly US (ND) platinum Senior Poster Total posts: 127 Status: Offline	reply date: 2011-11-19 00:06:19 Lol, time to bring up something that happened a few years ago.. Ok I was in boy scouts back then. We went to one of those "Camp Wilderness" places. Great camping/nature area. Well lot of interesting things happened. Though since most of it is really foggy in my mind I can only recall a few events in my mind. Ok, so Im following my pack (yes thats what they're called) down a hiking trail. Looking around at the trees and nature all around, the wet wood chips breaking under my feet with each step. I look down at my map, and at that moment I think nothing of it.. Then one of the boys behind me gets my attention and points to my shoulder. Some white gunk was sliding down my shoulder. I couldnt think of what it was at first, but then assumed it was bird poop. Anyways I wiped that off with a leaf, or two or three, and the sweatshirt got put in the washing machine. Fast forward 32 hours. Its now nighttime and Im sleeping with some of the boys in a big, and I mean big tent. I wake up in the middle of the night not feeling good, realizing instantly what it was, I get outta the tent, walk over to the fireplace, open my mouth, and out came dinner! Guess that meal didnt totally agree with my body.. Well the boys and pack leader heard me. The boys tried getting a look in at the fireplace but it was too dark to see anything so they went back to their tent. Pack leader says I did it by the book when it came to puking, right in the fire pit... Seeing me in that condition the pack leader told me to pack up my gear and sleep in their tent with them (their was 2). Well what luck, that night it rained, and the tent I had been previously sleeping in wasnt rainproof, while the one I moved into was. The boys and all their gear was soaked, and there I was laughing and thanking myself for puking. Trust me, puking is much better then being asleep and waken up to yourself and all your stuff wet. sigh Also If I do win, could I get a PM informing me? Tkx.
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guthix181 US (IA) gold Senior Poster Total posts: 206 Status: Offline Date of Birth: 96-01-29 Total Earnings: $99.53	reply date: 2011-11-20 16:41:10 When I was two years old, I got a virus known as bacterial menegitis. This is an incredible dangerous virus and has a very low survival rate. The first signs appeared when I stopped eating. My parents just could not get me to eat. Later that night, I began violently vomiting. I can recall sitting inside my parent's bedroom, my head over a giant white bowl while my parents sat there comforting me. The next day, I woke up with a fever, and my speech had slurred, and I had lost all of my balance. Immediately, my mom called my aunt, who was a nurse at the University of Iowa. She describes my symptoms to her, and my aunt had only a few words to say, "get him to the hospital, NOW." Immediately, I was rushed to a local hospital. After being examined by a docotor, I was diagnosed with strep throat. I was prescribed with medicine, and discharged that same day. My mom always told me, on the car ride home, I could not even sit up straight, I would immediately fall over. Another day went by, and I had shown no signs of recovery. My grandparents and my own parents were taking shifts taking care of me. When my grandma saw me, she knew immediately that I was not right. We decided that I should pursue another medical opinion. Soon enough, I was loaded into the car and we were on our way to the University of Iowa. It was there when the doctors began to suspect Meningitis. I was ordered to get a spinal tap. If you know what I spinal tap is, it is not comforting. (Google Spinal Tap and you will see what I mean). While a giant needle was being inserted into my spinal column, my dad and my grandma were forced to restrain me while I had a huge needle inserted into my back. The test results came back positive for Menengitis. I was then transfered to the ICU, where I was put on antiboitics. One night, my dear aunt was reading to me. While she was reading to me, she noticed I was unusually quiet. She then tried to speak with me, and performed a few of her own tests. She tells the doctors that she doesn't think that I can hear, and after some tests, her diagnosis was confirmed. I had gone deaf. It was determined that my cochlea had tuned to bone, a possible effect of Meningitis. After much deliberation, my family had decided to undergo a serious proceedure that would give me hearing again. I was going to get a Cochlear Implant. A CI would produce artificial sound and stimulate my hearing nerve with electrodes. After about 8 hours of surgery, they spoke to me, and in return, I had not responded. I still could not hear. The doctors discussed the situation, and they decided to have me try to wear the CI, to see if I was just in shock. I went home, and wore it for a few weeks. My mom made a habit of talking to me in hopes that I would reply to her. One day, before Christmas, we were making Christmas cookies together. She was talking to me as she usually did, and to her surprise, I had responded! She said my name, and I said "what?" She couldn't believe it! It worked! She said my name again, just to be sure, and angrily, I replied, "WHAT!?" This is a true story, and to this day(I am 15), I am still deaf and I wear a Cochlear Implant on one ear. Never give up hope, He is always watching.
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Xuman US (OH) platinum Junior Poster Total posts: 56 Status: Offline Date of Birth: 92-10-05 Total Earnings: $478.03	reply date: 2011-12-03 16:16:10 Yea...my most embarrassing moment was when i was trying to do something to impress the love of my life. You see, I moved to my new house the day before high school started so you can imagine how I felt at the time lol alone since i didn't know anyone. Anywho so i met the girl of my dreams and i really wanted to do something to stand out. I decided to juggle some things and that got her attention. To follow up i was telling jokes and made her laugh. Note, this is during lunch time. i accidentally throw one of the oranges i was juggling and it landed on someones plate of food, which then flew up and hit her on her head... I rushed to the other side of the table, but then i slipped on the orange backwards. To top it all off, the milk carton that was one the plate of food came down and busted open all over me. Redder than an apple from the embarrassment of everyone in the lunch room, i try to play it off by laughing and walking away slowly., yet when i turned around, i ran into a wall... Most embarassing moment of my life. so what ever happened to that girl? im engaged to her now

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reply date: 2011-11-18 23:53:31

I have two actually! If I can only have one, please use the first one!

What Manners? by Amanda Jean Ryan

Every night for supper when I was younger, everyone in the family sat down to eat together at our old rectangle table. Dad always sat on the end that wasn't against the wall, two people were sitting on one side with their backs to the large window that looked out at a huge tree and a creek, and the last child was able to sit by mom. Whoever sat next to her was the person who had to do dishes that night, so she believed that it would make the chore less horrible by allowing us to sit by her on that night.
Mom had always been saying how bad our manners were, and not just us kid's, but dad's as well. One time I overheard dad telling her, "Connie, I'm old enough that I don't need manner lessons."
It was obvious that mom didn't think so because one night in the middle of our different meals that we had made for ourselves, she had had enough of our manners, or rather the lack of them. She decided it was time to pass on her wisdom of how to behave and not to behave at a table.
You could see her brown eyes light up at the thought of teaching the rest of the family something; she just loved doing things like that or helping us out. That was just the kind of person she was; she was always willing to help anyone out and she loved doing that No matter what task she faced, she was determined to get it done and never doubt that it could be done.
"Now, whenever you are eating a meal, don't reach across the table for anything, ask someone else for it with a please and thank you," She started the lecture with. Through out most of this, mom was looking and me. I knew she was thinking about how many times I've spilled different things by doing just that. Luckily, mom is the type of person who doesn't worry or care when things like that happens. I think her motto is the old saying "Don't sweat the small stuff and everything is small stuff."
By the time she went onto the next lesson, mom must have seen the glazed looks that were coming onto our faces because she moved onto what she says she considers the most important thing manners wise.
"You should never burp or fart when you're at a table, if you can help it. If you can't, say...." What we were supposed to say, we never found out because at that moment a loud, continuous noise erupted out of mom's mouth. Everyone, including mom, started laughing so hard.
"Exc.. Excuse.." Mom tried to control her laughter to say 'excuse me' but never could get it out. One look at her round, now red, childish type of face was enough to set everyone off again. That made mom even laugh harder.
Finally, mom was able to say, " Excuse me. That's what you should always say after burping at a dinner table."
That lesson never really sunk into our heads though. Anytime mom ever tried to teach us manners, we just remind her what she had done that one night. Although she never really gave up after that point, she never really made a big deal out of using manners at our dinner table. I guess that she knew that she couldn't expect us to use manners after that displayed of what not to do at dinner.

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reply date: 2011-11-18 23:57:52

My second story is an embarrassing one and I am just going to get it out of me!

I had just finished showering and was reaching for PJ's. I had a light on to see and it didn't have a cover over the light bulb as it was from a thrift store and was broken. Anyway, I am not sure how it happened, but my PJ's slipped out of my hands and fell behind the lamp. So, I went to reach for them and well, lets just say, I got second degree burns on my chest due to something swinging! I told my mom but didn't see the doctor for days due to embarrassment! This was way worse than the time I woke myself up by poring water on myself (I had tried to drink water but fell asleep before I could get it!).

Feel free to delete this one if not right !!

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reply date: 2011-11-19 00:06:19

Lol, time to bring up something that happened a few years ago..

Ok I was in boy scouts back then. We went to one of those "Camp Wilderness" places. Great camping/nature area. Well lot of interesting things happened. Though since most of it is really foggy in my mind I can only recall a few events in my mind.

Ok, so Im following my pack (yes thats what they're called) down a hiking trail. Looking around at the trees and nature all around, the wet wood chips breaking under my feet with each step. I look down at my map, and at that moment I think nothing of it.. Then one of the boys behind me gets my attention and points to my shoulder. Some white gunk was sliding down my shoulder. I couldnt think of what it was at first, but then assumed it was bird poop. Anyways I wiped that off with a leaf, or two or three, and the sweatshirt got put in the washing machine.

Fast forward 32 hours. Its now nighttime and Im sleeping with some of the boys in a big, and I mean big tent. I wake up in the middle of the night not feeling good, realizing instantly what it was, I get outta the tent, walk over to the fireplace, open my mouth, and out came dinner! Guess that meal didnt totally agree with my body..

Well the boys and pack leader heard me. The boys tried getting a look in at the fireplace but it was too dark to see anything so they went back to their tent. Pack leader says I did it by the book when it came to puking, right in the fire pit...

Seeing me in that condition the pack leader told me to pack up my gear and sleep in their tent with them (their was 2). Well what luck, that night it rained, and the tent I had been previously sleeping in wasnt rainproof, while the one I moved into was. The boys and all their gear was soaked, and there I was laughing and thanking myself for puking. Trust me, puking is much better then being asleep and waken up to yourself and all your stuff wet.

*sigh*

Also If I do win, could I get a PM informing me? Tkx.

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reply date: 2011-11-20 16:41:10

When I was two years old, I got a virus known as bacterial menegitis. This is an incredible dangerous virus and has a very low survival rate.

The first signs appeared when I stopped eating. My parents just could not get me to eat.

Later that night, I began violently vomiting. I can recall sitting inside my parent's bedroom, my head over a giant white bowl while my parents sat there comforting me.

The next day, I woke up with a fever, and my speech had slurred, and I had lost all of my balance. Immediately, my mom called my aunt, who was a nurse at the University of Iowa. She describes my symptoms to her, and my aunt had only a few words to say, "get him to the hospital, NOW."

Immediately, I was rushed to a local hospital. After being examined by a docotor, I was diagnosed with strep throat. I was prescribed with medicine, and discharged that same day. My mom always told me, on the car ride home, I could not even sit up straight, I would immediately fall over.

Another day went by, and I had shown no signs of recovery. My grandparents and my own parents were taking shifts taking care of me.

When my grandma saw me, she knew immediately that I was not right. We decided that I should pursue another medical opinion. Soon enough, I was loaded into the car and we were on our way to the University of Iowa.

It was there when the doctors began to suspect Meningitis. I was ordered to get a spinal tap. If you know what I spinal tap is, it is not comforting. (Google Spinal Tap and you will see what I mean). While a giant needle was being inserted into my spinal column, my dad and my grandma were forced to restrain me while I had a huge needle inserted into my back.

The test results came back positive for Menengitis. I was then transfered to the ICU, where I was put on antiboitics.

One night, my dear aunt was reading to me. While she was reading to me, she noticed I was unusually quiet. She then tried to speak with me, and performed a few of her own tests. She tells the doctors that she doesn't think that I can hear, and after some tests, her diagnosis was confirmed. I had gone deaf.

It was determined that my cochlea had tuned to bone, a possible effect of Meningitis. After much deliberation, my family had decided to undergo a serious proceedure that would give me hearing again. I was going to get a Cochlear Implant. A CI would produce artificial sound and stimulate my hearing nerve with electrodes.

After about 8 hours of surgery, they spoke to me, and in return, I had not responded. I still could not hear.

The doctors discussed the situation, and they decided to have me try to wear the CI, to see if I was just in shock.

I went home, and wore it for a few weeks. My mom made a habit of talking to me in hopes that I would reply to her. One day, before Christmas, we were making Christmas cookies together. She was talking to me as she usually did, and to her surprise, I had responded! She said my name, and I said "what?" She couldn't believe it! It worked! She said my name again, just to be sure, and angrily, I replied, "WHAT!?"

This is a true story, and to this day(I am 15), I am still deaf and I wear a Cochlear Implant on one ear. Never give up hope, He is always watching.

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reply date: 2011-12-03 16:16:10

Yea...my most embarrassing moment was when i was trying to do something to impress the love of my life. You see, I moved to my new house the day before high school started so you can imagine how I felt at the time lol alone since i didn't know anyone. Anywho so i met the girl of my dreams and i really wanted to do something to stand out. I decided to juggle some things and that got her attention. To follow up i was telling jokes and made her laugh. Note, this is during lunch time. i accidentally throw one of the oranges i was juggling and it landed on someones plate of food, which then flew up and hit her on her head...

I rushed to the other side of the table, but then i slipped on the orange backwards. To top it all off, the milk carton that was one the plate of food came down and busted open all over me. Redder than an apple from the embarrassment of everyone in the lunch room, i try to play it off by laughing and walking away slowly., yet when i turned around, i ran into a wall...

Most embarassing moment of my life. so what ever happened to that girl? im engaged to her now