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Hi, MissMargoChanning.
I never slept in the rollers, but I sat under the dryer for a couple of hours afterwards. I'd go ape-shit when my hair got frizzy from rain or humidity.
I no longer use dryers, except when I go to my hairdresser twice a year for a hair-trimming and conditioning, and sprucing up my naturally reddish hair color. I only have her use the dryer on me if I go to get my hair trimmed, etc., during the colder weather, when she uses an adapter and turns it onto a somewhat lower temperature.
I still like rock-n-roll, especially the rock-n-roll of the mid to late 1960's, including the Beatles, but I also like folk, pop and classical as well. I prefer to sing the latter three types of songs, however.
I've always been an exotic birds person. I had budgierars as a kid, and a young adult, but, after going for a number of years without any pets, I obtained a Noble Macaw (who I named McGee), and had lots of fun with. He lived roughly 20 years before he died of unknown causes, and I still think about him on occasion.
7.5 years ago, I purchased a 2.5 month old female baby Congo African Grey Parrot after mourning McGee's passing, and doing research on other exotic birds. I settled for the African Grey Parrot. That Saturday, in April 2010, I drove down to a good pet store south of Boston, MA and picked out my Congo African Grey Parrot...or to be more exact, the bird picked me, by attempting to climb up the front of my T-Shirt. I knew in my heart that the parrot and I had made a connection. When I had the African Grey Parrot DNA-tested to find out the gender (my parrot turned out to be a female.), my family and I discussed several names, and my sister emailed me several names that she though fitting. The name Aziza, which means "Gorgeous" in Swahili, seemed the most fitting to me for my new companion, and my sister agreed. Aziza is the name of my 7.5 year old pet Congo African Grey, and I love the heck out of her. Aziza talks, laughs and whistles, and she's great to have around the house. She also beeps, clucks, clicks, and chirps, as well. She can imitate the timer, my touch-tone telephone, a passing car, the microwave, and the sound of a bus or a truck backing off...beautifully. Every year, I have a birthday party dinner for Aziza, to which I invite afew friends, as well.
My first paid job was during the summer of 1969, when I'd just graduated from high school, out in Tucson, AZ, at a Baskin Robbins. It was cool, and I learned something about being independent. I had other jobs after that which didn't work out, but then, afew years after graduating from high school, I got a summer job at a jewelry factory down in Attleboro, MA, which was way south of Boston. I learned something from that, and had assembly-line jobs every summer for the rest of my college career. Those jobs didn't pay very well, but they were worth it, since I learned what it means to earn my own way.
Being a victim is not any better than being a perpetrator. In fact, just as often as not, victims can and do become perpetrators, as well.
I think that semi-automatic and automatic assault weapons should be banned. They kill too many people too quickly.
Yup. Good points.
True enough, strntz.
Wow!!! What a sad film all around. It sounds like Jason's mother didn't help him by isolating him from the Crystal Lake community, not letting him go to school, and, to make matters worse, throwing Jason to the wolves by taking him to Camp Crystal Lake totally unprepared, and with no defenses. No wonder he was bullied by other campers and thrown into the lake. Nobody, including his mother, gave a shit about him (meaning Jason), either, which ultimately ended in his demise.
As a woman who attended high school during the mid to late 1960's, I, too, loved wearing mini-skirts/dresses, penny loafers, and I had my very naturally curly hair straightened on a number of occasions, and then set it on this big, jumbo plastic rollers after shampooing it once a week (which was all I was allowed.), much to my dad's distress.
I also liked (and still like) rock-n-roll music, and I still keep my naturally curly hair long, but I've long given up setting it on the big rollers and sitting under the hair dryer for 2 hours afterwards. I do use a good shampoo, plus some good rinse-out and leave-in conditioners for my hair, and comb it out with a very thick-toothed comb.
I make it a point to not text, much less talk on my cell phone when I'm driving, so the free apps that block texting while driving is irrelevant to me. Thanks anyway, though.
jamesboland.
You're right about my having used the f-word unjustifiably. Sorry about that. '
One never knows whether or not one is on a call in his/her car. I don't generally stop to figure out whether or not another motorist is texting/talking on his/her cellphone.
If, however, another driver who is obviously distracted in some way or other (it doesn't matter how.), and they're clearly about to drift into my lane and cut me off, I will give them a honk to let them know that I'm there. That's a tactic that generally works, and is necessary, at times.
Yup. That's something that also happens, mark.
Another common occurrence is when somebody comes home from work, sees his/her spouse in bed with the milkman, or whatever, and shoots him/her.
Sometimes, bullies do need to be resisted and pushed back against, whether it's somebody in the schoolyard or hallway, or a bullying boss or whoever, or even a co-worker or neighbor who bullies. I know, because I've had to stand up to bullying bosses, neighbors and co-workers.
You could very well be right on this, cinies. Banning the little snub-nosed handguns that are easily concealed inside a pocketbook, for example, is not realistically possible, due to the omnipotency of the NRA (National Rifle Association) and the Gun Lobby, but an all-out ban on automatic assault weapons would be a big step in the right direction.
If you're going to cultivate this sort of "fuck the police and everybody else" attitude, don't be surprised if you're physically assaulted, your house catches fire, or one of your loved ones gets assaulted, or seriously ill, and nobody comes to help either you or your family.
What if somebody in your home has a physical emergency, and the paramedics and/or the EMT's (Emergency Medical Technicians) have to come in and stabilize the person before taking him or her to the hospital in an ambulance? Don't you care about that?
I knew one guy who was able to get a gun permit here in Boston, because he owned a (now-defunct) camera repair business. He had four guns; 2 of which he kept in a drawer at his business, and 2 guns that he carried around with him. The latter was rather sleazy of him, since there's always been a law against open carrying here in the Bay State. The guy was not only a sleazy character to begin with and had a reputation for being the worse camera repairman in the city, but he was not particularly likable, to begin with. One guy who came into his store actually tried to hit him!! He also had a reputation for pissing off the winos on Boston's Boylston Street, by telling them to take off. Nobody liked him...one bit. He's long out of business, and out of the city, and down on the South Shore. I don't know what he's up to now, but the last I heard was that he got a ruptured kidney due to some guy's having inadvertently run into him, pretty hard, I think.
I'm not saying that I'm perfect, jamesboland. For starters, I just give a small toot, and not a village of horns when I drive. Secondly, I stand by my opinion that texting/talking on one's cell phone when either driving, or waiting in line at the check-out counter and multi-tasking when there are other customers in line behind them who are waiting to pay for their merchandise and have to be somewhere or home at a certain time, or in the movie theatre when other people who've paid good money to see a certain film, all indicate a wanton disregard for other people.
It's very hypocritical of you to accuse others of being inconsiderate of other people when you yourself openly advocate and support behaviors that are totally inconsiderate of others and then expect the rest of the world, including myself, to do likewise. Sorry, jamesboland...Thanks but no thanks. I'm not buying that and I never will.
I am the proud owner of a 7.5 year old female pet Congo African Grey Parrot named Aziza, whom I purchased at a really reputable pet store south of Boston. She talks, mimics the touchtone phone, the microwave, the sound of the timer, or the sound of a truck or bus backing up...beautifully. She's wonderful to have around, and I couldn't imagine living without her now.
The reason that most sensible nations don't have constant weekly mass shootings is because they have stronger, more affective and stricter gun laws, like the United States should have.
When Norway had a mass shooting 2-3 years ago, the Norwegian people didn't go out and arm themselves to the teeth the way many people here in the United States do. They called on their government to implement stricter, more affective gun safety laws than they had, which their government did, and they're better off for it.