What makes you unique?

Ohmylight. i'm not currently in Italy but wish to return this summer for a visit. one of the great magics of Italy is surviving the roads lol if you do survive of course.
The Book i recommended is a fiction by the way. I know you prefer nonfiction, so i figured to recommend you one of my all time favorite books,i only have one other more dear to me. As someone well traveled i think you may like what it offers.
its not an easy low brow read by any means, nor is it pretentious in my opinion its a masterpiece. Its my main travel companion when ever i go anyplace. Well its just a book you can constantly read and re read and each time you will find something or it something in you thats different. Approach it with an open heart and patience. It will never cease to amaze and entangle you
for what its worth my humble opinion
Hoichi-the earless
 
Steinhauer said:
Well, I am currently at level 2. At level 3, you are supposed to watch midget wrestling in your underwear and holler (holler means to yell loudly in redneckese) at your wife to get another beer from the fridge.

I just can't bring myself to do that yet. My wife would go all Bruce Lee on me.
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I think you have to lose some teeth to get to level 3 as well. Do you have chaw, or at least a chaw ring on your jeans? One of my teachers chewed in class and spit in a big gulp cup. That's gotta be level 4 or 5.
 
I am a runner ohmylight. I sustained an injury to each foot that took me out of it. Very slow to heal. I love love loved it. I started out as a chubby 7th grader with asthma. At that time here in Alaska asthma was simply seen as an attempted excuse not to work and what the hell is it anyway?
I was the uncoordinated kid no one wanted on their team. Even then I loved to run even though it was a god awful experience wheezing and gasping for air way behind everyone else.
I went out for the cross country running team. I came in last in every race. It was humiliating but I could not stop myself.
Twenty years later I was still running. I ran through six months of chemotherapy in the Alaska winter. I remember I was out by the water jumping from ice berg to ice berg where they had shoved up on the beach and frozen in a high tide... I jumped and dropped through a hole and smashed my face and whoa that ice made a lot of nasty cuts. That was a bad day on the trail... smiles.. I always ran alone where there was no people. I was the mystery runner leaving tracks in the snow early in the morning. I run up mountains and ran the mountain ridges for miles.. barefoot and shirtless wearing carhart pants. It was hard to give it up. It is still in me.. it has been a long run ... really it started as a baby in leg braces even then I ran and fell on my face.. now I walk, but inside I am 6,000 feet up and jumping from crag to crag at 5am in the bright Alaska morning running a ridge...
 
Me at the mud bog over the summer :laugh2:
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soulchill said:
I think you have to lose some teeth to get to level 3 as well. Do you have chaw, or at least a chaw ring on your jeans? One of my teachers chewed in class and spit in a big gulp cup. That's gotta be level 4 or 5.
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I think level 5 is having a Ford (or Chevy) truck with a lift kit and over size mud tires.

I get all giddy and swoon when I think about it ... I CAN'T WAIT!!! :hyper:
 
goodonya said:
I am a runner ohmylight. I sustained an injury to each foot that took me out of it. Very slow to heal. I love love loved it. I started out as a chubby 7th grader with asthma. At that time here in Alaska asthma was simply seen as an attempted excuse not to work and what the hell is it anyway?
I was the uncoordinated kid no one wanted on their team. Even then I loved to run even though it was a god awful experience wheezing and gasping for air way behind everyone else.
I went out for the cross country running team. I came in last in every race. It was humiliating but I could not stop myself.
Twenty years later I was still running. I ran through six months of chemotherapy in the Alaska winter. I remember I was out by the water jumping from ice berg to ice berg where they had shoved up on the beach and frozen in a high tide... I jumped and dropped through a hole and smashed my face and whoa that ice made a lot of nasty cuts. That was a bad day on the trail... smiles.. I always ran alone where there was no people. I was the mystery runner leaving tracks in the snow early in the morning. I run up mountains and ran the mountain ridges for miles.. barefoot and shirtless wearing carhart pants. It was hard to give it up. It is still in me.. it has been a long run ... really it started as a baby in leg braces even then I ran and fell on my face.. now I walk, but inside I am 6,000 feet up and jumping from crag to crag at 5am in the bright Alaska morning running a ridge...
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That's a long uphill run.... pun intended. Incredible that it saw you through so much.
I started running because up until my hearing loss I was a dancer..... I used to do ballet, pointe, modern, jazz, tap, and belly dancing. I still dance, but only in the shower now hahahaha
I stopped because my balance got the worst of me..... and I started running. I finished a bunch of half marathons, I finished 1 full marathon (so time consuming to train for!) and I even beat Hugh Jackman in the NYC Half :D
I also rock climb. Did you replace running with another sport when you had to stop?

My dad has asthma too... very real. He's in Shanghai now and they just had a 500+ read on their pollution meter..... for reference my home in Upstate NY suburbia is at a 17-25 and 400 is a dangerous read and the meter stops at 500!! He had to double up on his asthma meds and get a bunch of air filters for his apartment.
 
soulchill said:
I think you have to lose some teeth to get to level 3 as well. Do you have chaw, or at least a chaw ring on your jeans? One of my teachers chewed in class and spit in a big gulp cup. That's gotta be level 4 or 5.
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I bought a cool old 83 Chevy pickup it has the rifle rack up behind the bench seat and a spittoon coffee can screwed to the hump by the gear shift. A SkAOL tin screwed to the dashboard and I keep the Hank Williams Jr. CD in the barely functional volume stuck on high cd player. It is a well loved truck. I love it too.
 
goodonya said:
I bought a cool old 83 Chevy pickup it has the rifle rack up behind the bench seat and a spittoon coffee can screwed to the hump by the gear shift. A SkAOL tin screwed to the dashboard and I keep the Hank Williams Jr. CD in the barely functional volume stuck on high cd player. It is a well loved truck. I love it too.
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SKOAL! You're at a 6.
 
Hmm, now thinking of my own southern skills. I know how to whittle and made my own gee haw wimmy diddle when I was 7. I'd say 3rd grade, but that's an arbitrary period in redneckese. Learned to shoot when I was 8, but didn't own one until I was 12. But it had to be returned because it was used in a gas station robbery.
 
:hmm: Hmmmmmm....

Well, I am a first generation Romanian born in the U.S. I hold dual citizenship between both countries. I try and visit Romania yearly for a couple of weeks with my family. I am a P.A. and ride a motorcycle. :D Not sure if any of that is "unique" per se, as I know a few Deaf bikers... however, we're not as common as hearing bikers. :D
 
Dreamer03 said:
Its lovely how everyone wants to be a redneck now. Lol.
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It didn't take with me, especially after seeing Deliverance. But it was fun making our own stills in chemistry class. Our teacher put phenolphthalein in them though (or at least convinced us he did) so we wouldn't drink it. Way too pure anyway.
 
Mewtilation said:
:hmm: Hmmmmmm....

Well, I am a first generation Romanian born in the U.S. I hold dual citizenship between both countries. I try and visit Romania yearly for a couple of weeks with my family. I am a P.A. and ride a motorcycle. :D Not sure if any of that is "unique" per se, as I know a few Deaf bikers... however, we're not as common as hearing bikers. :D
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What style bike? Cruiser? Sports bike?
 
Dreamer03 said:
Its lovely how everyone wants to be a redneck now. Lol.
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Nope I am a redneck LOL when my mom remarried I was still young and the house my stepdad had used to be an old train depot back in the late 1800's early 1900's but the '40 flood washed the tracks out ... used to work at a sawmill too ... can't stand chewing tobacco or dip though now days but did used to dip kodiak ...
 
Now that I tink of it...I haven't heard anyone other than me having this allergy...im allergic to apples.
 
What makes me unique is .....

Deafness, allergic, cross-eyed, lame, with the hump, foaming at the mouth, stuttering, etc. ....

But most of all ..... sssssstttttt ....... Do not tell around eh!

I have an ancestor of who was a Pope :D
 
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