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What are/were your parents like?
Peet:
From a mixed bunch, with some certainlly amongst the best I've had this year and some who frankly wouldn't be preferable to a camel, the QC forum parents are overall pretty decent. I would give your mothers C+, would drop in again if I was in the area.
Patrick:
--- Quote from: calenlass on 01 Apr 2008, 11:05 ---Yeah, dawg. It has gotten to the point where if I am not the one doing the pursuing I have no idea how to handle the situation and it gets really awkward and uncomfortable.
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See, for me it's awkward and uncomfortable no matter who is doing the pursuing. Unless it's a high-speed shootout/chase scene, in which case, I'd rather be doing the pursuing.
karl gambolputty...:
--- Quote from: JimmytheSquid on 31 Mar 2008, 01:42 ---My mother is an immigrant from Sri Lanka. My grandfather (her father) owned a big tea plantation in Columbo
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Dang, we might be related! (All Sri Lankans are in some way related, especially closer to the upper end of the socio-economic spectrum). Also, iirc there aren't any tea plantations in Colombo, they're really only in Kandy and Nuwara Eliya. It's too hot to grow tea everywhere else.
My folks are pretty cool. The got divorced when I was 5, but my Dad and I are still close. My mom is an international development consultant, so she bounces around all over the place for months at a time. She spent most of 2004 in Afghanistan working with the UN, which was not much fun for the rest of the family, although she apparently had a great time. She likes to show off the pictures she has of her in a bunker flanked by soldiers while the UN compound was being attacked.
My dad is an engineer, and a giant gadget-nerd. He used to have an awesome beard, but then he shaved it off, and my mom left him. Not to say that that's why she left him, but that was the sequence of events. I guess I don't really know a whole lot more about him. He's not a talker.
My step-dad and I hated eachother for a very long time, and then pretty abruptly became really good friends, around ten years after he and my mom got married. He's a 6-year-old in a grown man's body. He loves shiny things, colorful things, and big things, his only discernable goal in life is to own a Hummer, and he dresses like a south-american druglord. Basically, he is awesome.
I don't like my dad's second wife much at all.
Blue Kitty:
To tell you the truth I did not actually know my parents until I was 7 years old. For the first 7 years of my life I lived in Kansas, in what could be called the middle of no where, with my Aunt Muriel and my Uncle Eustace. Around July of my 7th year my real parents came and took me to live in Michigan, where I have lived ever since.
Aunt Muriel, who I thought since the beginning of my stay was my actual mother, was a kind older woman. She liked tea and usually tended her garden, played the sitar, or watched TV with Uncle Eustace, their small dog, and myself. She was kind to everyone no matter what they did or have done, and she was fairly slow to anger. She helped people regardless of the reward and always tried her best at everything she did. Uncle Eustace, on the other hand, was a grouch. All he seemed to care about was himself, well himself and his truck. I don't know why Aunt Muriel put up with him, but she did.
If anything my stay there taught me to be more like my aunt and less like my uncle, mostly since it seemed that bad things always seemed to happen to my uncle. I would say they have more of an impact on me then my parents did.
öde:
--- Quote from: blaha 41 on 31 Mar 2008, 23:52 ---- If a girl has to ask a guy out first, then the guy really isn't all that into the girl.
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I wish parents would stop teaching their kids this. If I'm going to have relations with a girl she is going to be wearing the strap-ontrousers.
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