All the newspaper for fire-lighting up here in the cottage is fairly vintage, since the cottage used to only be occupied during holidays, so, only a few weeks a year
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Hm... I was finishing high school. Probably already had my acceptance to university. Broken up with my first boyfriend and no longer dealing with the aftermath, thank God. Ugh. About to leave Ottawa for what was supposed to be four years, but turned out to be twelve, with the last eight spent wishing I was back home :(
I ended up taking a sort of double-major, History and Computing Science. The weirdest thing about it was that I was not the only person taking that particular combination.
And thank god I didn't have to see my ex in school every day. It was bad enough that he was friends with most of my friends, and hung out with them every day and asked them to pass on messages to me. Also that they felt sorry for him and kept asking me if I wanted to get back together with him, so they wouldn't have to deal with his moping.
Ugh, ugh ugh.
On the plus side, I did learn how to spot and get rid of compulsive liars and persistent manipulators. Valuable life skill to have when you're going to end up working with federal inmates.
I think learning to spot manipulative behaviour should be a compulsory part of schooling. I mean, it's all well and good learning about abusive cycles and patterns of manipulation after the fact in therapy, but it'd be useful to learn it beforehand.
Hmmmm... that was a month before I met the Husbandly One. I was taking an anthropology course at the University of Houston to fulfill my BFA requirements and teaching a colorguard camp for local high school students. Wow. I haven't thought of that in years!
I find anthropology really interesting, though I know very little about it. I found No Bone Unturned by Douglas W. Owsley and The Bone Woman by Clea Koff fascinating. Those were both about human anthropology, in particular forensic.
I was at home for the summer, working at a fabric store and in a microbiology lab, enjoying some male attentions I hadn't expected after having blossomed off at my first year at Uni. I'd been back from Australia for three years and still pined fiercely for it.
Yes! Well, less exotic than it sounds- my mom had recently earned her PhD in Microbiology and Immunology and during those last years she'd snagged a job for me in the microbiology lab down the corridor from her. I did a lot of autoclaving, acid washing of glass, regular dish washing, cleaning up lab counters and going to the library once a week to look up articles for folks. That was my favorite part. :D
I lived in Brisbane, in Taringa, to be exact. I recently heard from my old school (on their mailing list thanks to donating every few years!) and this would be my 20th reunion were I able to return. Probably not going to happen as I continue to be unemployed
I had a feeling it was up north, but I couldn't remember where. I've only been to Brisbane once, in 1996, I think it was. Mum has friends in Buderim, so I changed buses there. :)
I was in college, reporting on all of those events for our campus radio station. By 1989, the hair was not particularly scary (bangs, yes, the rest of the head fairly tame). Shoulderpads were also downscaled dramatically but still a bit in vogue. They were no longer automatically in every shirt, and we cut them out in many cases.
Radio! Was it vinyl, still, or did you have a tapedeck?
Ugh, I remember cutting shoulderpads out of EVERYTHING. We got a lot of bags of other people's second hand clothing, and shoulderpads were on everything.
Define "tapedeck?" Because, with my age and background, that can mean several things! 1) 8-track 2) cassette 3) reel-to-reel 4) NAB cart. My campus station was about 90% vinyl with a production studio that let us fart around with other media and copy it over to carts as needed, though they mostly were used for our commercials.
Odd as it may sound, I preferred the bigger shoulderpads. Not that I liked looking like a linebacker, but the later evolution was pointless. They sewed in these things that looked a bit like a limp hamburger bun and which gave you about 1/4 inch lift in all the wrong places, usually just ruining the line of your shirt. UGH. Not to mention, you had to pin or sew them in place every time you washed, otherwise they'd get all bunched up inside their casing and make your shoulders look deformed.
Honestly, the worst thing of that era, to me, was stirrup pants.
It was the summer before i started Kindergarten (I had turned five in march and finished pre school in may). my older brother has just finished 5th grade and was going into Junior high and my middle brother was going into second grade.
Quite big gaps between the three of you, then! I was the eldest, and there were gaps of two years, two months and a handful of days between the three of us.
sorry made it has instead of had. dave is 6 years older than me and phill 18 months older than me. phill tried to tell me i was an accident but my mother said i was a welcome surprise after years of fertility issues.
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Wow. That's a long, long time ago.
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Ugh, first serious breakups are dreadful. Especially if you have to go to school everyday with the person.
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And thank god I didn't have to see my ex in school every day. It was bad enough that he was friends with most of my friends, and hung out with them every day and asked them to pass on messages to me. Also that they felt sorry for him and kept asking me if I wanted to get back together with him, so they wouldn't have to deal with his moping.
Ugh, ugh ugh.
On the plus side, I did learn how to spot and get rid of compulsive liars and persistent manipulators. Valuable life skill to have when you're going to end up working with federal inmates.
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I find anthropology really interesting, though I know very little about it. I found No Bone Unturned by Douglas W. Owsley and The Bone Woman by Clea Koff fascinating. Those were both about human anthropology, in particular forensic.
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Where in Australia did you live?
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I lived in Brisbane, in Taringa, to be exact. I recently heard from my old school (on their mailing list thanks to donating every few years!) and this would be my 20th reunion were I able to return. Probably not going to happen as I continue to be unemployed
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I had a feeling it was up north, but I couldn't remember where. I've only been to Brisbane once, in 1996, I think it was. Mum has friends in Buderim, so I changed buses there. :)
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Ugh, I remember cutting shoulderpads out of EVERYTHING. We got a lot of bags of other people's second hand clothing, and shoulderpads were on everything.
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Odd as it may sound, I preferred the bigger shoulderpads. Not that I liked looking like a linebacker, but the later evolution was pointless. They sewed in these things that looked a bit like a limp hamburger bun and which gave you about 1/4 inch lift in all the wrong places, usually just ruining the line of your shirt. UGH. Not to mention, you had to pin or sew them in place every time you washed, otherwise they'd get all bunched up inside their casing and make your shoulders look deformed.
Honestly, the worst thing of that era, to me, was stirrup pants.
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