Casi, our friend also distinguished between "real flu" and what people call having the flu when they are just feeling really lousy and think it's more than a cold. Real flu is the one with fever, aches and pains, etc.
My father was just a sergeant as well, though a flight sergeant. I still have his stripes and chip bag style hat. I presume on the word to scramble you had to hand over your G and T to the aircraft mechanic? Anyway, carry on.
bixa, I'm not at all surprised, as los Payasos seem to be a popular feature at children's parties among immigrants from various Latin American communities here, at least there are lots of ads for same in Spanish-language shopping papers (that also seem to feature a distressing amount of racist, homophobic, anti-semitic and of course sexist "jokes", of the lame sort we've heard 40 years ago). This isn't even a criticism based on "political-correctness", just on tackiness.
Did you get the flu shot because you had those symptoms, or did the shot give them to you?
When my son was in play school, I'd take my turn volunteering there. I remember that the kids would fall out laughing over certain books that I as an adult didn't get as being funny. Maybe it's the same with clowns and kids?
It is fun watching the kids laugh at the clown's antics, although in my prissy-assed trained-to-be-pc way, I am mildly disapproving of some of them -- pretending to give a child something, then tricking them out of it. Perhaps that would be good training for later life.
What was really, really good was the magician. Well, one of them, anyway. The other one needs to find some other gig, or at least to be able to afford better tricks.
The good one set stuff on fire then pulled live ducks out of the fire!
I don't recall ever having had that adverse a reaction before.
I am loathe to advise on medical matters, but, I personally would be very leery of getting a flu shot, or any shot for that matter, while pregnant. I am leery and neurotic when it comes to dr.'s and medicine anyway. My G.I. system still hasn't fully recovered from this thing.
yeah, i asked her and also the midwife, and they both said so... it seems though that until a few years ago the general advice here was not to get one, and now that changed and like also the official health offices recommend it... i wouldn't take aspirin either, though. or nose spray or anything.
This is hardly petty, as I'm sure many of you hard-cores will agree ~~
Every night I set up the coffeemaker before I go to bed.
This morning, as I do every morning, I flicked it on the moment I got up, at the same time putting water on to boil in order to heat the thermos.
Imagine my dismay -- nay, horror -- when I went to transfer the coffee to the thermos & discovered that I hadn't poured the water into the coffeemaker. It was still in the carafe & I was forced to wait for my morning coffee.
I'm hardcore, but committed to my little stovetop espresso pot - I can put that on the burner and feed the cat without being fully awake. But it is horrible if one forgets to put the water in the little pot. At worst it could wreck it, but at the best it means the little pot is too hot to touch and I have to wait quite a few minutes to make coffee.
I was totally ready for them to deliver my new 55" (140 cm) plasma 3D television tomorrow morning, but when I returned home this afternoon, there was a message on the machine: "The delivery man came to your door today and was not able to complete his delivery due to your absence."
I looked at my receipt, and the delivery was indeed scheduled for today.
This may seem trivial to some but for our family it is going to be a nightmare. Tomorrow when the world is still turning, hundreds of people will be arriving next door to our house for a 21st birthday party. The nightmare begins at 10am when the bellowing and bleating of a cow and goat will fill the air as someone sticks a knife into their throats. After the blood and guts has been exposed to all the guests who will be barbecuing the meat immediately, the hoo-ha will go on until midnight....but I'm thinking longer.
I have positive news on the party front. I returned home at 11am only to find a few cars parked in the road and what I could hear were men's voices in a sort of singing chant. Towards 3pm the vehicles were on both sides of the road a few meters from the start of our property. Traffic had to come through one car at a time and be very careful of little children running in and out the cars. The music started but much to our surprise the whole party fizzled out by 8pm! The day temp. was around 32C altho predicted to be 35C and the evening was hot and balmy - perfect for a pool party.....(but no pool). A group of men took chairs into the road and sat drinking from the boot of their cars. The chairs are still there but I'm sure they will recover them later.
My fear of blood being washed down the gutters never came to fruition and unless there are some animal parts tossed into the farmland across the road we shouldn't get flies or a stench.
Tod, would it be a petty personal trauma for you if I complained that you didn't get pictures?
My particular trauma actually turned out okay, but was, well, traumatic when it happened.
I had my nice new, poorly-understood-by-me tablet with me on vacation. After taking a few zillion pictures I decided to save them to the tablet & delete them off the memory card. After doing this, obviously incorrectly, I couldn't find any of the pics on the tablet, but a fat hunk of them were missing off the card. Panic! Fruitless searching & whining!
This happened on the heels of my having received news of a truly tragic and sad event in my family. The lost pictures incident allowed my little rodent brain to run around and around its wheel obsessing about the photos so that I could control my grief over the important thing.
In a twist of all's well that ends well, when I offloaded the memory card onto my home computer, all the missing pictures reappeared!
Oh Bixa, I was dying to aim my camera out of the car window as we passed by but even Kerouac gets weird looks when snapping in certain markets Here it could spark off trouble - and the neighbors have only just moved in. Many Africans are here illegally and are suspicious about their photo being taken - I've even had them run over to me and get really mad because I didn't ask 'permission' first! There was nothing to see that would have been interesting - just people sitting around in any little bit of shade they could find.
Many Africans are here illegally and are suspicious about their photo being taken - I've even had them run over to me and get really mad because I didn't ask 'permission' first!
That is exactly my problem. Illegal residents (probably justifiably) suspect photographers of being from the police or something even worse.
I have an additional problem of having been suspected for years of being an undercover cop. Even back in the days of the café, some of the young locals would ask about me (even though I was not taking any pictures) because I have a way of observing people that elicits suspicion. And it's true that I do look around me at all times as perhaps a policeman might do, checking out the surroundings.
I must admit that this works to my advantage quite often, because I can stride into a group of dubious people without fear -- they are more worried about me than I am worried about them.
I figured the same thing, Kerouac, but on an international level.
The day I look photos on the UF campus I had an easy time of it because everyone else was taking photos of the graduates, too. I fit right in. There have been other incidents when I've gotten ugly looks, especially from international students on campus.
Sometimes I feel like I'm violating privacy. I think that's why my photos tend to be more of landscapes, buildings, and animals, rather than of people. I hate to ask someone if I can take their picture, because then the moment is ruined. It's really nice to have a bit if a zoom so I can take "people" photos from more of a distance.
i am always a bit torn... i have pictures of people that i also put in my flickr album and everything, and i always wonder if i should ask the people in question or not. where i can, i often do (i.e. people i know) - and in some cases i don't put up pictures of people where i don't want to ask... at the same time, especially on travel photography, i just put them there, and also from festivals (though in festivals i figure kind of people performing there are on a kind of stage, so being photographed is part of the deal)... in some cases i ask someone i see as representative - like with the photos from "my" village in india, i just asked one of the teachers if i can put pictures of the kids in my album and he said i can, so i saw that as a general permission...