My other hobbies are yo yo tricks and tying knots. My family hates to travel with me because I like to do yo yo tricks to relax before the flight. They sit as far away from me as possible. I make key fobs with two spherical knots. I buy those little key chain cell lights in batches of 50. Again, my family won't use them.
Love your stories :thumbsup:
As a hobby, my dad used to do "slight of hand" magic tricks, and some card tricks, to entertain, and pass the time when needed. After all, who doesn't like a good joke now and then?
When in high school, I was particularly good at science and math. I'd finish a two hour Chem lab in 15-20 minutes without being particularly careful about measurements, make an observation, and later when handing in the lab report, I'd "reverse engineer" the math, and introduce a 3-4% error, and as a group, we'd all get A's. So we had plenty of time to flirt with the girls, and to tell jokes. It became important to me to learn new jokes, and remember them so that I could contribute to the fun.
Unfortunately after a year of that, it seems that I have heard a variation of just about all the jokes that have ever been told, or I can guess the punch line. That in a way, ruined it for me. However, I can still sit at a party, and share jokes with others, and enjoy, their amusement.
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I can absolutely relate to the kids NOT WANTING TO BE SEEN WITH ME Here's my story.
We used to live very near to New York City. Each year Macy's (a large clothing department store chain) put on a Thanksgiving Day Parade, with marching bands, huge character balloons, floats, and celebrity entertainers. One year, my wife and I took the kids, then about 8 and 13 years old. As is often the case, it was a cold, damp, miserable day that threatened to rain. I usually like to "Be Prepared" (as is the Boy Scout motto). I wore an insulated mechanic's jump suit, and this really NOT stylish hat. It was blue fleece, covered the back of my neck, and came down over my ears - it was warm, and comfortable. I also carried two spackle buckets with covers. One filled with rain gear, and additional warm clothing, and the other with a thermos each of hot chocolate and camomile tea with honey, cookies, and snacks.
Needless to say, no one would walk with me. I heard my daughter tell my wife... "Let him walk ahead, I don't want anyone to know that he is with us!" I guess I was too hideous looking to be seen with.
Well the beauty of spackle buckets is that they make a nice seat, are easy to carry, and keep the contents dry. If need-be, they can be used as a short step stool. The original plan was to get to the parade early enough to get a front row seat, and (in my mind) be able to sit on the buckets. Hahahaha... get some where early?
OK... so we get there, and the crowds are five people deep to the curb. Immediately, my son took one of the buckets, placed it on the ground, and stepped up. He could see beautifully :thumbsup:
My daughter on the other hand, stood in front of me, on her tippy toes, moving her head back and forth, trying to see a break in the line of heads in front of her, to see what was going on in the parade. Then, she would turn around and look at the OTHER bucket next to my leg. Noooo! She couldn't!!! She continued to struggle for glimpses of the parade, and then... she'd look at the bucket... Hmmm. More struggling glimpses. THEN.... I had ONE of those glorious moments.
Last year, when she took her two boys, she carried two spackle buckets. :thumbsup: