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Post by miles on Dec 6, 2021 20:15:07 GMT
Maybe because of all the extreme surveillance in the UK, you are living in a totalitarian state already.
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Post by donavan on Dec 6, 2021 20:23:56 GMT
Don't kid yourself it's different where you are. You may be an insular country but this is global.
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Post by miles on Dec 7, 2021 19:11:55 GMT
Don't disagree. What's funny is how everyone voluntarily carries around tracking devices with them everywhere. All the big tech companies have tiny sims of us to test their new "products." And don't forget the Israeli spyware that politicians are using worldwide, to spy on opponents and journalists.
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Post by donavan on Dec 7, 2021 20:19:09 GMT
And cash being phased out so we leave our footprints by using bankcards. I went to a garden centre the other week and before I attempted to buy an overpriced coffee they wanted my name, address and telephone number. When I complained before leaving they said they were only following orders. 😯
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Post by Mare on Dec 14, 2021 20:32:17 GMT
Silly donavan...by the way my mom told that joke about the doctor replying to the patient with arms hurting...ages ago. I wonder if it is an old vaudeville joke. She would tell us old jokes her brother had tried out on her.
Happy donavan Day, by the way!
Last Thursday morning, I went in to get my CoVID-19 Booster and, since I was there, the Shingles vaccine, too. (And BP check, which they did three times. My chart has a big red ! on it.) Only had a little pain at the Booster injection site, but the Shingles site swelled up and turned red in an hour. Boy was that one painful! It stayed red and swollen but started fading until yesterday...I noticed it was purple. It is not really painful, anymore. I went over and stayed with my grandkids Friday morning, and that stretched into late afternoon due to my son's car conking out. Everything went ok at the house with the Littles, until lack of a nap plunged my granddaughter into misery...she really missed my son and daughter-in-law. Nothing I did would calm her. (House Rule is that I am to recognize her emotions and not try to distract her from them. She didn't want hugs.) Poor Mite! She certainly felt her "feels" as my son calls them.
After that, I went out to dinner. My friend said she had never seen me looking like I did that night at dinner. It is so hard to see little people going through intense feelings. Broke my heart.
Saturday and Sunday I rested. I felt kinda limp.
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Post by bimble on Dec 15, 2021 18:03:52 GMT
Silly donavan...by the way my mom told that joke about the doctor replying to the patient with arms hurting...ages ago. I wonder if it is an old vaudeville joke. She would tell us old jokes her brother had tried out on her. Happy donavan Day, by the way! Last Thursday morning, I went in to get my CoVID-19 Booster and, since I was there, the Shingles vaccine, too. (And BP check, which they did three times. My chart has a big red ! on it.) Only had a little pain at the Booster injection site, but the Shingles site swelled up and turned red in an hour. Boy was that one painful! It stayed red and swollen but started fading until yesterday...I noticed it was purple. It is not really painful, anymore. I went over and stayed with my grandkids Friday morning, and that stretched into late afternoon due to my son's car conking out. Everything went ok at the house with the Littles, until lack of a nap plunged my granddaughter into misery...she really missed my son and daughter-in-law. Nothing I did would calm her. (House Rule is that I am to recognize her emotions and not try to distract her from them. She didn't want hugs.) Poor Mite! She certainly felt her "feels" as my son calls them.After that, I went out to dinner. My friend said she had never seen me looking like I did that night at dinner. It is so hard to see little people going through intense feelings. Broke my heart. Saturday and Sunday I rested. I felt kinda limp. Bloody hell, Mare...... "House Rule"?? Bloody Hell, Mare.....
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Post by miles on Dec 15, 2021 18:39:59 GMT
There is a lot of misinformation out there. It's now about control and it scares me how compliant we have become. And if anyone speaks out they are called an anti-vaxxer and cancelled or arrested. I think this totalitarianism is a bigger problem than the virus. There are people making a ton of money by spreading absolute lies and misinformation about covid on FB and social media. Many are vaxxed themselves. These individuals should face consequences, they ARE killing people, and leaving others with impossible medical bills.
There is a big difference between scientists making errors and correcting them, and outright grifters selling you dirt to eat (yes, really) industrial strength bleach or any number of quack medicines.
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Post by Mare on Dec 15, 2021 18:56:48 GMT
Silly donavan...by the way my mom told that joke about the doctor replying to the patient with arms hurting...ages ago. I wonder if it is an old vaudeville joke. She would tell us old jokes her brother had tried out on her. Happy donavan Day, by the way! Last Thursday morning, I went in to get my CoVID-19 Booster and, since I was there, the Shingles vaccine, too. (And BP check, which they did three times. My chart has a big red ! on it.) Only had a little pain at the Booster injection site, but the Shingles site swelled up and turned red in an hour. Boy was that one painful! It stayed red and swollen but started fading until yesterday...I noticed it was purple. It is not really painful, anymore. I went over and stayed with my grandkids Friday morning, and that stretched into late afternoon due to my son's car conking out. Everything went ok at the house with the Littles, until lack of a nap plunged my granddaughter into misery...she really missed my son and daughter-in-law. Nothing I did would calm her. (House Rule is that I am to recognize her emotions and not try to distract her from them. She didn't want hugs.) Poor Mite! She certainly felt her "feels" as my son calls them.After that, I went out to dinner. My friend said she had never seen me looking like I did that night at dinner. It is so hard to see little people going through intense feelings. Broke my heart. Saturday and Sunday I rested. I felt kinda limp. Bloody hell, Mare...... "House Rule"?? Bloody Hell, Mare..... Hi, bimble! Well, it is my informal terminology for respecting my son and his wife and helping raise their children within the bounds of how they want their kids to be raised. Heaven knows, I made mistakes...just like my parents did. My daughter in law works with Special Needs Kids and knows a great deal about child development and education. She knows how she wants to proceed with her own children. She does extensive research, not just about healthy (physical and emotional) home environments. There were steps I wanted to take in raising my own kids and I was bucked at just about every single concept I learned about when I studied Child Development as a Behavioral Science major in school. My ex husband and his family would ignore my thoughts and decisions in respect to non-violent discipline, non reward based behavior and bullying, name calling and the like. They were and are mean bullies and wave it off as "just a joke." I feel determined to support my son and daughter in law in creating a healthier environment for their kids. You can scar those young minds so easily...I have been reminding my son that anything you say that you put a lot of emotion into will have a greater impact than the quiet and calm path you have chosen...so be careful and find your own anxiety reduction techniques. My own repressed anger and resulting anxiousness has created similar situations in my children. I have been working on that stuff for a long time. We are adults, but we can still modify our own behavior. It is so hard on the kids when each parent is telling them something different. It gets more complicated when there are also two sets of grandparents in the mix. I am probably the only grandparent who supports them fully and we all love the little children. We just don't all respect the parents' wishes. Sometimes, I forget myself, but just like falling off any wagon, I get my ass back with the program as soon as my initial reaction is identified as one that didn't work and resume what I am learning is a much better way to do things. One of the big initial words of guidance was-don't touch them without their permission. You cannot imagine how wonderful it felt to have my grandson come to me and hug me around my knees! It was given freely from his own affection for me and because he trusted me fully. It is also wonderful when my grandkids come running to greet me at the door-they are as excited to see me as I am to see them. We share pure joy and I will always only tell them the truth. We will be feeling our feelings whatever they are. My granddaughter would not let me console her, so I had to accept that. I let her express her feelings and waited for her to work through them. I didn't ignore her, though. I will not try to distract her, nor will I belittle her feelings and force her to repress them as was modeled for me. There are plenty of people out there telling themselves that they are alright because they have denied their feelings forever since they were told to toughen up. Being tough and being strong are completely different things. You need a great deal of strength to be able to take your feelings as they come and move on to the next one knowing it may be painful, too. There are coping tools designed to help you until you can feel and take your feelings in stride, knowing that you are human and feelings are just that...something you feel. No one can take them away from you. They are what they are. So anyway, I feel pretty vehemently about working within my daughter in law and son's parameters when I am with their kids in their house. The structure is to protect the kids and who they will grow up to be. Now, bimble...is this what you were talking about or did I misinterpret? It is indeed a hot button item for me. Love you, bimble. <3
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Post by miles on Dec 16, 2021 21:58:43 GMT
Thank you Mare, for not perpetuating the dysfunction you were surrounded with. I really think consistency with young children is essential. And not using them for proxy warfare.
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Post by donavan on Dec 16, 2021 23:52:29 GMT
It's when they get older and start war against you. I have a very relaxed line with my kids and I'm glad they can talk to me like I couldn't talk to my parents. But they are entitled these days and they don't seem to have a line perhaps they shouldn't cross. They don't worry about upsetting parents, it doesn't even seem to be on their radar. I've now officially turned into my dad Blimey, but if I spoke to my dad like my kids speak to me, I'd be booted out with my bags following close behind. For the times they are a changin'
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Post by Mare on Dec 17, 2021 1:54:51 GMT
Thank you Mare, for not perpetuating the dysfunction you were surrounded with. I really think consistency with young children is essential. And not using them for proxy warfare. Welcome, miles. I am all about breaking the cycle. Children are like puppies. They are sweet and cute and playful and love you without design. Sometimes there are accidents, but so what. Consistency is key. I know I was in proxy warfare between my dad and mom at least once. He said he didn't even know if he loved her and the next time I was irked at her I brought what he said up. I still feel awful about that. I don't know how aware I was of what I was doing or if he expected me to keep that shit a secret. I was probably ten or eleven. I apologized to my mom a few years ago, before her stroke. She didn't even remember. She cried back when I did it, though. I cried when I apologized and felt quite terrible. donavan, I couldn't even say crap or butt! I made jokes that were plays on words that my dad must have taken as an insult to his hard work on the night shift and how he provided for the family...that really wasn't what it was about for me. Maybe that is why I am careful with puns. My younger brother and a couple of my sisters used half the seven dirty words in front of my mom and I was shocked! I didn't cuss for the longest time. I always told my kids that it is a sign of your intelligence if your vocabulary has options to use instead. Now, though, I cuss to let off steam or for comedic impact. You just shouldn't cuss in front of little children.
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Post by Finntrovertigo on Dec 17, 2021 2:38:25 GMT
Children are like puppies. That is a really unfair comparison. I like puppies.
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Post by bimble on Dec 17, 2021 7:41:38 GMT
Bloody hell, Mare...... "House Rule"?? Bloody Hell, Mare..... Hi, bimble! Well, it is my informal terminology for respecting my son and his wife and helping raise their children within the bounds of how they want their kids to be raised. Heaven knows, I made mistakes...just like my parents did. My daughter in law works with Special Needs Kids and knows a great deal about child development and education. She knows how she wants to proceed with her own children. She does extensive research, not just about healthy (physical and emotional) home environments. There were steps I wanted to take in raising my own kids and I was bucked at just about every single concept I learned about when I studied Child Development as a Behavioral Science major in school. My ex husband and his family would ignore my thoughts and decisions in respect to non-violent discipline, non reward based behavior and bullying, name calling and the like. They were and are mean bullies and wave it off as "just a joke." I feel determined to support my son and daughter in law in creating a healthier environment for their kids. You can scar those young minds so easily...I have been reminding my son that anything you say that you put a lot of emotion into will have a greater impact than the quiet and calm path you have chosen...so be careful and find your own anxiety reduction techniques. My own repressed anger and resulting anxiousness has created similar situations in my children. I have been working on that stuff for a long time. We are adults, but we can still modify our own behavior. It is so hard on the kids when each parent is telling them something different. It gets more complicated when there are also two sets of grandparents in the mix. I am probably the only grandparent who supports them fully and we all love the little children. We just don't all respect the parents' wishes. Sometimes, I forget myself, but just like falling off any wagon, I get my ass back with the program as soon as my initial reaction is identified as one that didn't work and resume what I am learning is a much better way to do things. One of the big initial words of guidance was-don't touch them without their permission. You cannot imagine how wonderful it felt to have my grandson come to me and hug me around my knees! It was given freely from his own affection for me and because he trusted me fully. It is also wonderful when my grandkids come running to greet me at the door-they are as excited to see me as I am to see them. We share pure joy and I will always only tell them the truth. We will be feeling our feelings whatever they are. My granddaughter would not let me console her, so I had to accept that. I let her express her feelings and waited for her to work through them. I didn't ignore her, though. I will not try to distract her, nor will I belittle her feelings and force her to repress them as was modeled for me. There are plenty of people out there telling themselves that they are alright because they have denied their feelings forever since they were told to toughen up. Being tough and being strong are completely different things. You need a great deal of strength to be able to take your feelings as they come and move on to the next one knowing it may be painful, too. There are coping tools designed to help you until you can feel and take your feelings in stride, knowing that you are human and feelings are just that...something you feel. No one can take them away from you. They are what they are. So anyway, I feel pretty vehemently about working within my daughter in law and son's parameters when I am with their kids in their house. The structure is to protect the kids and who they will grow up to be. Now, bimble...is this what you were talking about or did I misinterpret? It is indeed a hot button item for me. Love you, bimble . <3 Mare, Not knowing the full background to this, I was initially surprised at what seemed like a very....um, calculating (?) approach to childcare. But when explained it does of course make sense. I kinda thought Grandparents were there to sometimes, and benevolently, transgress! Love you too!
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Post by Mare on Dec 17, 2021 19:13:13 GMT
Children are like puppies. That is a really unfair comparison. I like puppies. You would like children who are independent and haven't been patterning their behavior on adults/older children who only know how to do tricks and beg.
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Post by Mare on Dec 17, 2021 19:42:16 GMT
Mare, Not knowing the full background to this, I was initially surprised at what seemed like a very....um, calculating (?) approach to childcare. But when explained it does of course make sense. I kinda thought Grandparents were there to sometimes, and benevolently, transgress! Love you too! <3 I have the hope that grandparents can see things better in hindsight than when they were parenting and making decisions in each minute of every day. Each of us has something to give to a Baby Grand. My own experience has led me to wish to honor what my own Baby Grands' parents wish and enjoy every bit of time I have with them. Who knows what will happen next? To me, being with those children is perhaps the wisest use of my time. I have a whole lot more patience now than I did back when I was being pulled in a lot of different directions. Nobody knows what's best for you but you.
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