@@genmama1955 I'm taking some voice lesson to strengthen, but I had a friend who had problems too and he told me "you voice is never coming back just like mine." He's such a negative person though.
@@greghunt7724 good idea to take voice lessons. You must base your success on your own experience, not that of anyone else. Even Julie Andrews sustained a vocal cord injury, and she had some voice lessons so that she could continue to sing. She never got her full range back, but she could still sing. I just kept singing without the lessons. I'm more interested in being a grandma now. I hope everything turns out well for you.
lovely to see you again glad to know you feel better feel you should move closer so you can see your grand child grow up don't worry about my tags do them when you can long as you keep me updated on yourself thats all that counts thank you for this good answers love you too thank you
I am a 20yr old with a paralyzed vocal cord,, ive never found anyone that sounded similar to me until today<33 can't put into words how much it means to me to not feel so alone
Whenever I see someone with a tattoo I always wonder how they’ll feel 20 years from now. Will they still be in love with Bernadette? Does the spray of stars across a breast or thigh still delight? Does the guy in the wanted poster ever feel that the “Born to Raise Hell’ across his forehead might have been a tad short-sighted? No doubt your mischievous prank provided the thrill of their day. A friend of mine was once held captive by Jehovah Witnesses. He was in the front hall of his home when he heard someone mounting the wooden stairs to this porch. Soon after, the tops of two heads appeared in the high window of his front door. He was used to having Jehovah Witnesses visit because, even though he wasn’t the slightest bit interested in what they were peddling, he treated them with kindness. On this day, however, he wasn’t in the mood so he crouched behind the door, fearing they might glimpse him if he fled deeper into the house. He knew they’d eventually leave but not before depositing a copy of the latest Watchtower through the mail slot, which was now just above his head. It occurred to him that, if they happened to look through the slot, they might see his outstretched legs, so there he sat, like a garden gnome sitting on a mushroom, back pressed against the door and knees drawn up to his chest, until the anticipated magazine glanced off his head on to the floor in front of him and he heard their footsteps recede down the stairs.
@@Dugalwest that's pretty funny about your friend's experience with Jehovah's Witnesses. I wonder what my son and daughter in law will think about their tattoos when they explain them to their grandchildren. I really don't mind at all that they have tattoos. They're tasteful.
(2:08) I wonder if it was a gay after-hours club: a female door-person and the fact that she gave your dad the once-over. (4:55) I suffered a similar humiliation at the hands of _my_ older sister and her girlfriend after I tripped on the sidewalk and flung my bowling-shoe bag into traffic. I scraped my knee and tore a hole in my new bell-bottoms but what hurt the most were the gales of laughter coming from behind me. I don’t think I could have endured a bee-sting on top of everything else. I hope your brother found a good therapist. Older sisters are the worst.
@@DugalwestWe were in a foreign country for the first time ever and we had just had a fifteen hour trip and we were tired and hungry. Remember, I was 14 years old and had no awareness of gay clubs at that time. Now you have me wondering! I agree that older sisters are the worse. My brother got us back, though. He grew to be a 6’7” man and played some pretty mean pranks on us. We love him, though. He’s a pretty cool person.
@@genmama1955 I didn’t mean to tamper with your memories; it just occurred to me as a possibility given the circumstances. I’m glad your brother recovered and had an opportunity to square accounts. ;-)
@@Dugalwest you didn't insult me at all. It just never occurred to me that the place could have doubled as an after hours gay bar, at least not until you mentioned it. I was so innocent. I grew up in a dry town in the American Midwest. Didn't know some of my friends were gay until I got older. As an older lady, it makes total sense to me now.
@@genmama1955 I wouldn’t have picked up on anything at your age … and well beyond it. In my early twenties I worked at an inner-city hospital. One of my fellow co-workers used to wear dark eyeshadow on night shift, a daring move in a Catholic hospital. For the longest time I just thought he was sleep-deprived. It wasn’t until he shared a photo of himself posed in an evening gown and beehive wig that the other shoe hit the floor. I think he got canned after he shared that photo with the wrong person.
i do not understand why tax money goes over seas for other country's we all get taxed which should be for your own country but it is not which i have a hard job understanding ...... enjoyed your answers lovely seeing you again thank you
@@spiritsnightsilence9977 What was in my head when I gave the tax answer was when King George III was making America pay taxes to England on the goods that he was shipping over here. Tea comes to mind. In form of protest, Americans dumped the tea into the Boston (Massachusetts USA) Harbor. I remember learning this in school as a child, and I never forgot it.
I must have been 13 or 14 at the time-old enough to know better, you might say. A half-dozen of us were out on a summer evening long after sunset. One of our group, who I imagine is now in prison, suggested a prank the rest of us hadn’t heard of before. We split into two groups and lined up on opposite sides of the road. The idea was to pretend we were holding a rope between us tug-of-war style, an illusion that worked best after dark. When the first car came cruising along, the kid who’d come up with the idea yelled “Pull” and we leaned back and gritted our teeth in a pantomime of exertion. The car came to a screeching stop and the kids on my side of the street ran into the shadows of the adjacent park, our hearts pounding. I heard the car door open and close followed by a stream of enraged swearing shocking in its menace and variety. We hugged the brow of a hill not daring to raise our heads in case our silhouettes showed against the light that was still in the sky. An eternity passed before we heard the car door open and close again and the driver speed off. It wasn’t till long after that I appreciated that, in spite of his incandescent anger, the driver had slammed on his brakes to save the lives of the kids who were stupid enough to think they could stop a speeding car with a rope stretched between them. (Looks like you’re planning on supplying the neighbourhood kids with back-to-school totes and backpacks, Lee Ann.)
@@Dugalwest that's an interesting peek into your childhood. I have a great niece and a grandchild on the way, so that's who I'm crocheting for right now. I have enough yarn to supply the neighbors kids with purses and wallets and such.
I hate being talked over, too. Or just interrupted too often. My memory is so bad, by the time they're finished talking, I've forgotten what I was going to say. I always enjoy your tag answers.
(2:56) “Sometimes I’m like three words ….” *cue hammering* My self-delusion is so strong that I still see a middle-aged man when I look in the bathroom mirror. The shock comes when I unexpectedly glimpse myself in a shop window!
lovely to see you happy ...... i do miss family holidays ...... your still in touch with your best friend all these years thats awesome good answers thank you
Ah, the beach. I have fond memories of my family’s holidays along the coasts of New Hampshire and Maine in the late fifties and early sixties. Each July we’d pack up our ’55 Chevy, clothes on hangers suspended from a ceiling rod between my sister and me in the back seat, and drive southeast from our home in Toronto to visit our American cousins. Hampton beach, whose fine white sands sloped gradually into the sea, sits on part of the 16 miles of New Hampshire’s Atlantic coastline. We spent our afternoons bobbing in the buoyant waves like corks, building sandcastles, and watching the ebb and flow of hesitant waders and strutting paraders, before retreating under our cousins’ cabana, a canvas dome like an igloo open on one side, for food and slatherings of Coppertone at the hands of my mother, who I never once remember wetting so much as a toe in the water. In the evening, when the breeze turned cool, the kite flyers came out with their hand-cranked drums of fishing line and box kites, some so high you could barely see them.
I grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan just north of Chicago. However, we used to camp by one lake or another in three different states, fishing and swimming. Great times and great memories.
lee ann i found your tag as you can see sorry it taken so long to see it but nothing came up you done this one ...... granlee and congratulations i know you'll have a lot of fun....... i was getting worried about you so glad you came on love you take care
Stevie tries his best to get me to make response videos, but I've been in a horrible snit all spring and making a video was far from my mind. It's not anything that anyone said or did to me, but it's my own eyes and ears making me feel like a stranger in my own world. I really like the name of Granlee for a grandma name. If the baby is a boy, he will have the middle name of Lee. Bless it, but I can't remember any of the other names they picked out.
you did last weeks i go look for it nothing has come up saying you done a video only this one.......health issues is difficult but your a fighter good answers thank you now i well look for your other tag
I found hearing especially challenging during the pandemic with transparent barriers, masks and social distancing. I think the effort to understand people made it additionally draining for those of us with hearing problems. Even with hearing aids, I still have to ask people to repeat themselves sometimes and many high-frequency sounds, like the already faint bleep of a debit machine, are lost to me. Unfortunately the shrill squawks of my neighbour’s parrot seem to remain undiminished. So unfair. When I was being fitted for them, the audiologist claimed she had a client whose wife wanted a remote for _his_ hearing aids because she suspected he was intentionally keeping the volume low to avoid talking to her. Ain’t love grand!
I have my Alexas set to a male voice with different accents. I seem to be able to hear lower registers better. Where I live, all of the medical staff still wear masks, and I'm trying to hear them through plexiglass. Sometimes I feel like I'm turning into Helen Keller. But she didn't let her hearing and visual disabilities stop her ! Thanks for sharing your hearing loss experiences with me.
@@genmama1955 I think this qualifies as ironic: it was my difficulty in understanding people at the medical clinic I go to that prompted me to have my hearing tested in the first place. And this was before Covid. Hearing loss in the higher frequencies seems to be the norm, at least among the people I know. Helen Keller’s story is truly inspirational but I venture to say any one of us would have done pretty well with Anne Bancroft as our teacher.
Fortunately, I know what agencies are out there for people with disabilities because of my volunteer work in the early 80s. The one I rely on is the one I volunteered for in a different town all of those years ago. I really appreciate your prayers, Bernie.
Well, thank you, Steve. When I'm sitting down, you can't tell that I'm having any trouble, can you? Dealing with that is a big part of my problem, and why it's easier to not engage. But what kind of life is that? I don't think it's time to give up. It's time to work harder, work differently.
Things would be so much simpler if we dated ourselves: we’d know exactly what the expectations were, no squabbling over what movie to watch, and we’d fall asleep in front of the television at exactly the same time, so nobody would be offended. That’s a pretty great surreal moment and far surpasses the time I returned from work to find an unfamiliar brass knocker on my apartment door. I’d absentmindedly walked into the identical apartment building beside my own. When I entered the lobby, a pizza delivery guy was coming out so I didn’t have to use my key, which would have alerted me to my mistake. As you probably know, ‘nan’ is popular in the UK, but would you be accused of riding on ‘nana’s’ coattails? ‘Gran’ or ‘granny’ work for me, though I wonder if a young child would trip over those r’s.
I was thinking of Gran, but I would adore to be called Granny with a French pronunciation. Only problem with that is I would be the only one in the family who could pronounce it 😂
@@genmama1955 Well then, your son is just going to have to explain to the baby that you’re the *real* nana, whatever name you choose to be called by. I actually had a French Canadian grandmother and darned if I can remember what we called her. She and my grandfather lived with us briefly when I was young. She spoke not a word of English, suffered from Parkinson’s and was rather a shadowy figure in my childhood. C’est dommage.
I wanted Nana because the family calls me that anyway. But my son's future step mother snagged it, and I don't want to be Nana Lee Ann. I don't want to fight about it with her either.
Your description of your day (2:00) reminded me of a video I came across a couple of years ago. The video is called ‘Why we should arrange deckchairs on the Titanic’ and it was posted on The School of Life channel on RU-vid. I thought the phrase had originated with the video and only found out later it had been in use for decades. ‘Arranging deckchairs on the Titanic’ refers to futile efforts made in the face of disaster, whether out of panic or denial or bewilderment. Intriguingly the video takes the opposite view: that we *should* arrange the deckchairs. It argues that, as human beings, we’re all headed for disaster but, unlike the passengers on the Titanic, most of us have more than two hours before metaphorically plunging into the icy waters of the North Atlantic. In the face of failed romances, career disappointments, financial troubles and concerns over the future can a ‘Plan B’ that offers modest pleasures provide both meaning and solace? Is George on to something here? Kramer: You're wasting your life. George: I am not. What you call wasting, I call living. I'm living my life. Kramer: OK, like what? No, tell me. Do you have a job? George: No. Kramer: You got money? George: No. Kramer: Do you have a woman? George: No. Kramer: Do you have any prospects? George: No. Kramer: You got anything on the horizon? George: Uh, no. Kramer: Do you have any action at all? George: No. Kramer: Do you have any conceivable reason for even getting up in the morning? George: I like to get the Daily News. [The School of Life video has been renamed ‘Why little things matter during the Apocalypse’. I’m not sure why they changed the title. With Covid on everyone’s mind and people sheltering at home, maybe they felt it was more relevant.]
@@genmama1955 I’m glad you enjoyed it. As much as I often like the videos on The School of Life channel, I don’t always agree with them. Sometimes they strike me as a bit naive and sunny for my taste. In the present video, for instance, I wouldn’t endorse the idea that relentlessly ‘keeping cheerful and engaged in spite of everything’ is a recipe for mental health but I do like the idea of looking to the pleasures at hand for solace, diversion and, dare I say, meaning. It seems to me you’re pretty good at this already. - Doug
when living on your own and the older you get its little things that play on your mind ...... thank you i have simba back home now his ashes are by me on the table love you too thank you
I think you're right, Jaz -- until carnival season rolls around again. Say I just bought myself a stool on four wheels with a tractor seat that I plan on sitting on and rolling around the apartment to keep these darn hardwood floors (new) CLEAN. I have such a hard time walking on dirty floors because they're so slippery. I mean to use it out on the patio so I can sweep out there, too. I'm really excited about it. It comes next week, and I will make videos of me using it.
Thank you, Jasmine. There's nothing else they could do to make corrections in my eyes. I just have to cope, but as my teeth shirt says, (I am a)"chronic overcomer." I already told them I wouldn't want surgery, even if it's a possibility.
I didn't know you were having trouble with your eyes. It seems that that condition is affecting a lot of people I know. Are you receiving any kind of treatment?
I have just gotten new lenses with prisms in them and taking AREDS 2 vitamins twice a day. I have bear tracks on my macula, and the eye doctors get distracted with them , but I have been diagnosed with macular degeneration, too, and my eyes started crossing a year ago. There's nothing they can do to reverse the macular degeneration. But it's not desperate yet. Just overwhelming.
@@saintrude I think this is a good,constant reminder to stay humble. I believe that there's a higher concentration of bear tracks and macular degeneration in the Ohio Valley and outskirts. I've had two opthomologists ask me where I grew up!
