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 Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 11:03 pm
kingpinsqeezels Yes, I know the horrors of renting and buying in big cities. When you're a full time student I don't think you can afford more than $1000 in rent and not want to go insane. Maybe I'll find a roommate, maybe I'll live in a box. You can find decent places for decent prices, but I have no credit (because I'm 17 and I don't ever plan on owning a credit card) and apparently that's what you need for these places. I try not to think about it because it makes me nervous. confused Maybe you'll just get lucky and find room in the dorms.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 11:24 pm
I want to be an RN (for now). No dorms at city colleges.
Apparently because of the economy brokers and landlords are coming down on rent. All these people in foreclosed homes have to go somewhere. You can get a lot more in NYC for 800 now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 9:22 am
kingpinsqeezels I want to be an RN (for now). No dorms at city colleges. Apparently because of the economy brokers and landlords are coming down on rent. All these people in foreclosed homes have to go somewhere. You can get a lot more in NYC for 800 now. Yeah but UMass has schools of nursing and colleges all over Massachusetts. I'd seriously look into UMass Amherst for a nursing school with dorms in a low density area.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 1:25 am
They offer Bachelor's and Master's degrees at Amherst. When I go back to school, I might get my Master's in Massachusetts because for some reason there's a lot of schools that offer the Midwifery graduate program there. Who knows.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:52 am
kingpinsqeezels They offer Bachelor's and Master's degrees at Amherst. When I go back to school, I might get my Master's in Massachusetts because for some reason there's a lot of schools that offer the Midwifery graduate program there. Who knows. Well Massachusetts is a good place to go to school. Considering Greater Boston is made up entirely of colleges, universities and the places in between them.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:41 am
Im kicking this back into Family Stories:
I was reminded of this while reading the Mormonism thread. A while ago, my mother's family lived in and owned a B&B (Bed and breakfast, a kind of very cheap, very temporary hotel, usually set up in someone's home. I think it's a purely British phenomenon.) Once, they had a room spare and two Mormons, who were visiting the town to preach, wanted to stay there. My grandad welcomed them in, and offered them this spare room at a very modest fee. They agreed. Then:
Mormon 1, upon seeing my mum: "Ummm... is the bathroom of the house used by your daughter?"
Grandad: "Yes... Why?"
Mormon 2: "I'm afraid we can't stay here. Thank you. Goodbye!"
At which point they left the house and went to find other accomodation, purely because they can't use the same bathroom as a woman.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:28 am
I got a few stories. And kudos for the hash turkey story.
Okay this is a story my uncle told my family recently. It was when he was about 13 while he was growing up in either Israel or NYC. I can't remember which.
My aunt Pnina was 13 (she is my uncles twin). She was with my safta. Now my safta is (she is dead but I still say is since being dead don't stop her from influencing our lives and interfering with it in the metaphysical way. Even in death she still has her way, since she comes into our dreams. I know sounds crazy, but when you have a dream about your dead safta knocking you on the head with her rolling pin, and then you wake up in the morning with large lumps on your head and you are surrounded by pillows; you know she came down from Olam Haba and put on the Spanish hurt.) your typical Spanish Jewish woman. So the shinanigans that involve her are always funny. If anybody knows or has any Spanish and Hispanic grandmas you understand where I am coming from.
They were talking together and drinking some wine. Slowly that wine became arak after they finished off two bottles of white wine. Noe for those that do not know arak is this super strong sweet lighter fluid that can bring the dead back to life with one shot made from heart of palm, star annis, cloves and other sweet spices.
Now after a while of taking shots of arak, a person is beyond stupid. Seriously beyond stupid talking with drool coming out of their mouths in making a puddle. You would seriously think they are handicapped in the worst way possible.
My uncle comes in and sees my aunt and safta. He tells them dinner is ready. They say some gibberish ina mix of French, *********, and Arabic that no human can understand unless they are as drunk as them. My uncle then brings out bowls of soup that my grandma made earlier. My aunt and grandma take the soup. 1 minute later both of them fall head first into the soup.
I have so many more stories.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:34 am
Do tell; that's the purpose of the thread.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:39 am
Okay I typed the word Hebrew, and gaia blocked it out. I think Gaia is anti-jew.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:47 am
Okay, my family is part Moroccan. So we tan well.
One day when i was very young, my uncle Moshe decided not to put on sun tan lotion. He then falls asleep.
Now imagine a large moroccan man as red as a sunburnt lobster screaming in pain as he walks from the pool to my place.
The minute we got him home, we threw him into a bathtub full of yogurt.
The yogurt dries and he looks like a giant human marshmellow that is cracking outside and sheddign it's skin in flakes.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:54 am
Very funny!
Here's one from me:
My granny's house has two garage doors and once when she was backing up she looked out her rearview mirror and saw an open door. She backed out and crashed through the one behind her, which was actually closed.
Not quite as funnny, I see... neutral Give me a minute...
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:02 am
How about this one:
My late grandpa from the first story, he wanted a color TV. My grandma had told him they had more impotant things to spend money on, like raising my dad and aunt. He showed up at the house later with one, saying he won it in a lottery. The same story went for several things. Apparently, he wwas very lucky. mrgreen
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 3:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:03 pm
Well, you mentioned colour so...:
My family has a history of colour-blindness. I'm one of the few non-sufferers. However, my great-grandad was. He could only see in monochrome. One day, he decided to pain the hosue a simple yet effective white. This was in the local newspaper the next day:
"And congradulations to the owner of 14, Tidfyl Drive, who has painted his house a dashing shade of pink."
rofl
And my uncle once tried to sow a brown sweater, but it ended up dark blue, brown and purple... That was a nice present.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 3:13 pm
Behatzlacha-S Well, you mentioned colour so...: My family has a history of colour-blindness. I'm one of the few non-sufferers. However, my great-grandad was. He could only see in monochrome. One day, he decided to pain the hosue a simple yet effective white. This was in the local newspaper the next day: "And congradulations to the owner of 14, Tidfyl Drive, who has painted his house a dashing shade of pink." rofl And my uncle once tried to sow a brown sweater, but it ended up dark blue, brown and purple... That was a nice present. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you seen the 'My Hero' where he paints the Dawkins' house yellow with white polka-dots? It's great! And the one wth hypnotherapy and George's funeral? Oh, wait-- they aren't my family! xp
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