The Harry Potter movies are my feel good movies.

I am a big wuss in the dentist's office. I don't go nearly as often as I should, usually not until I'm having some sort of problem. And I can't even get my teeth cleaned without gas - as it is, my stomach cramps up in knots, I clench my hands and feet, and I usually get nauseated.

Am not as evil as I look, usually. Yet, tend to be the type of person most will often cross the street seeking to avoid. If with of friends,
forget it... thery'er gone. Don't know why, we are friendly and helpful. ill even help them with car trouble, but often thry're to scared to ask.

Sadly, too bad for then.

I don't like being baited, if I feel I'm being baited, I will turn my back on you and completely walk away, I don't play games.

I am very over-protective of my butch spouse since she became disabled. I tend to baby her a lot, according to my friends and family. I wait on her hand and foot when I'm home, especially since she started going blind.

I am addicted to buying books and magazines, a lot more than I can manage to read, so they pile up on my shelves and tables. This causes problems when I move - I don't have a car.

Getting to know you
 

I was raised to believe that respect is expected for those who earn it and social etiquette is a form respect.

These days I think that I am in the minority for these old ideals.

I could not agree more! Isn't the younger generation teaching their kids manners? No 'please' or 'thank you'. it drives me up a wall as well!

Thanks buddy, unfortunately I think that the issue is not limited to young folks.

Hearing someone on their PHONE being verbal abusive! More than not, it's a call dealing with customer service and even tho that can be hellish just remember you catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar!

I am too caught up in the idea with "saving" people I care about, even when they don't need/want me to help. Trying to learn to disassociate myself with situations that aren't really any of my business. Harder than it looks.

My first cousin Richie and I share the same birthdate, except my cousin Richie is (or rather, was --- he passed away some years ago now) 10 years older than me. I was born in 1959, Richie was born in 1949.

Richie's parents were my aunt and uncle, my dad"s sister (Margaret) and her husband Karl. They owned a whole mountain over in Idaho. Uncle Karl and his son's, my cousin's. Richie and Nate, and their close pal Jesse, were loggers....they logged the timber on their mountain property. Years ago, Richie, Nate and Jesse formed their own rockabilly band and played in mountain tavern's as a hobby. My cousin Richie was the 3-man band's lead singer and guitarist. Cousin Nate played bass, Jesse on the drums.

Anyway, for as long as I remember, cousin Richie would call our family telephone number, on our birthday, and he'd do his Elvis impersonation. He always had his hair styled and cut just like Elvis Presley, and he'd pretend that he was my admirer and future boyfriend and sing songs by Elvis to me.

Ooooh, those were the days!!! :stillheart: :balloon:

One thing....
 

I always carry a medium sized purse even when dining at a fine dining establishment and I always make sure to carry an extra pair of shoes... flat shoes.

I have natural nails, which I buff and gloss on a weekly basis. My thumb nails are so long, that I can use them to expertly open an card envelope perfectly. :)

I have half-siblings as well. One I met and the others I will never meet. My real father had a bunch of kids with different women all over the place.(He was in the Marines)

Same here, my brother died of AIDs and i found out after. No idea where my sister is..

My father apparently got around which is why he moved us away ...