tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post5915574350406013193..comments2024-03-26T11:27:35.814-07:00Comments on Tom Stephenson: What will I be when I grow up?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-56634088833668057392011-02-17T11:25:26.501-08:002011-02-17T11:25:26.501-08:00Oh, don't worry about that, Iris - I am not ex...Oh, don't worry about that, Iris - I am not expecting anyone to pussyfoot around any issues like that, and I hope they expect the same from me. My daughter is a mystery to me and I don't expect her to identify with me anymore than I do with her. That's the way it goes.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-60329710244468121772011-02-17T09:14:15.158-08:002011-02-17T09:14:15.158-08:00I occasionally suffer from "foot in the mouth...I occasionally suffer from "foot in the mouth" disease! Good luck to your daughter!Irishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12550611275677498097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-18175389068125770902011-02-16T16:07:36.786-08:002011-02-16T16:07:36.786-08:00I wish she thought the same, John.I wish she thought the same, John.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-24036412554774952202011-02-16T14:44:36.045-08:002011-02-16T14:44:36.045-08:00whoops
xwhoops<br />xJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-3362045449255240882011-02-16T13:53:56.532-08:002011-02-16T13:53:56.532-08:00My daughter would identify with you, Iris. So far...My daughter would identify with you, Iris. So far she has had 3 by 3 different fathers, and 1 of them is older than me (the father, not the child).Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-87311007685043738332011-02-16T13:13:59.094-08:002011-02-16T13:13:59.094-08:00lol
well said irislol<br />well said irisJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-2082254900918745052011-02-16T12:48:44.606-08:002011-02-16T12:48:44.606-08:00This is a little bit off topic but relates to my e...This is a little bit off topic but relates to my earlier comment: One guy, who was chatting me up, asked me where I saw myself in five years?! Me, being unaware that it was "career day" on the dating circle just mumbled something of little intelligence. If I had had a faster brain, I would have said: I hope to have 5 children by 5 different "baby Daddy".Irishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12550611275677498097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-79677568817185447962011-02-16T10:57:20.007-08:002011-02-16T10:57:20.007-08:00I don't use hairdressers, but I thought the ma...I don't use hairdressers, but I thought the male ones talked about holidays, Sarah?<br /><br />'Small sausage salesman', Iris - now there's a thought.<br /><br />Her Indoors really did used to work in a licorice allsorts factory, Sue - Bassets, I believe. Maybe she could have told people she stuck the little balls onto small sausages?<br /><br />If you farmed Peyote when you were young, you'd be rich by now Grouch (maybe you did?)<br /><br />You are a farmer, John - get used to it.<br /><br />If you are booked into surgery, then you would believe anyone with a face-mask who told you they were going to saw into your skull, Weaver.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-87992205888721704872011-02-16T08:20:58.635-08:002011-02-16T08:20:58.635-08:00I have often wondered whether anyone actually beli...I have often wondered whether anyone actually believes a real brain surgeon when he tells the truth about his job.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-33934885584518425072011-02-16T05:45:41.737-08:002011-02-16T05:45:41.737-08:00My dress is so scruffy nowadays, I am often mistak...My dress is so scruffy nowadays, I am often mistaken for a farmer....an assumption that I am very happy with....John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-39107789550285554372011-02-16T05:25:34.625-08:002011-02-16T05:25:34.625-08:00I often thought about being a cactus farmer.I often thought about being a cactus farmer.Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06497874766764411664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-44043715787021523782011-02-16T04:40:48.452-08:002011-02-16T04:40:48.452-08:00I just tell people I'm a painter. If I told th...I just tell people I'm a painter. If I told them that I'm actually a Wasp Farmer, they probably wouldn't believe me.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-2610023339515226852011-02-16T04:21:26.098-08:002011-02-16T04:21:26.098-08:00Love the punch line on your story! (I used to tel...Love the punch line on your story! (I used to tell people that I worked in a liquorice allsort factory sticking the little coloured balls on the round ones. It was a real conversation killer.)Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10787732343048847565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-31417350857526131542011-02-16T03:57:08.985-08:002011-02-16T03:57:08.985-08:00When I was still out in the dating game, I got so ...When I was still out in the dating game, I got so tired of guys asking me two seconds into the conversation what I did for a living. It just seemed to be such a "placement question", as if to see whether or not I was cool or interesting enough for them to spend any time on me. Eventually, I would simply answer: "I sell small sausages."Irishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12550611275677498097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-25034017083701480782011-02-16T03:44:49.127-08:002011-02-16T03:44:49.127-08:00Heh heh. Hairdressers are fun to play with, re inv...Heh heh. Hairdressers are fun to play with, re inventing vocations.sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-81364538185726698892011-02-16T03:19:35.895-08:002011-02-16T03:19:35.895-08:00It's no less or more boring than any other job...It's no less or more boring than any other job, Mise, but you have to have a certain fixed mentality to do it. It is a slow, methodical, dusty and painful procedure which boils down to a drawn-out battle between you and the unforgiving material. If you don't win, you've had it. Now I had better stop avoiding it and go to work - I'm fighting a white marble, 'Crouching Venus' at the moment.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-2838930333023676562011-02-16T03:02:43.721-08:002011-02-16T03:02:43.721-08:00My husband once hired someone beacuse he stated on...My husband once hired someone beacuse he stated on his CV that his brother was a fighter pilot. I guess most CVs are so samey that a little differentiataion such as this helps. Is stonework boring?Misehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01784548726623938608noreply@blogger.com