#can you imagine the poor lady who had an existential crisis over this tho#‘Dana. dana i don’t know the name#when I asked the name they just said to surprise them#dana what does that mean what do i do#who says that’
today I went out to get some research started with two other people i’m working with and we ended up on this fairly treacherous cliff/slope spot trying to navigate to some tricky coordinates and one of my group members slipped on the slope and started sliding and he reached out and grabbed for a sapling and the ground was so loose it just started going down with him and I was too far away to immediately help him but I wanted to alert my other group member to his peril but I fuckin’ panicked and I just said “THERE he GOES”
if you ever feel you didn’t respond correctly to a situation, ask yourself if you watched someone all but totally fall off a cliff and said “there he goes”
OBVIOUSLY he’s okay or I wouldn’t have posted about it. He got another, sturdier tree.
one time i was camping with my gf in a park that had hella bears and it was dark and we were sitting around the campfire and i had the sudden inkling to turn around and there was a bear not five feet behind me and my first instinct was to say “HEY. YOURE not supposed to be here!” and i feel like that has very similar energy
I had a blind professor, last semester, and I swung through his office to make up an exam. It was a while before I knew he was in there because he was sitting with the lights off. I finally went in, apologized, and took the exam by the light of a nearby window (which was fine). Forty-five minutes into dead silence he panicked and yelled in this booming voiced, “WAIT, YOU CAN SEE!!!” before diving across his desk to turn on the lights. I’m sure he was embarrassed but I thought it was endearing and it highlighted a large aspect of disabled life that I hadn’t previously considered.
Sort of relatedly I once had professor who was deaf, but she had learned to read lips and speak so she could communicate easily with hearing people who didn’t know sign language. One day she had gotten off topic and was talking a little about her personal life, so that one of the students said “Oh, I know, I grew up in Brooklyn too.”
She stared at him for a long time and then said “How do you know I’m from Brooklyn?”
And he said “You have a Brooklyn accent.”
She said “I do?” and the whole class nodded, and then she burst out laughing and said “I had no idea! The school where I learned to speak was in Brooklyn. I learned by moving my mouth and tongue the way my teachers did. So I guess it makes sense that I have their accent, I just never thought about it.”
I had a teacher who couldn’t see color (
Achromatopsia ) and on the first day of class, he told us to tell him if his clothes clashed because he could not tell.
for the record, falling through the window was one of the only stupid things I’ve been involved in that wasn’t directly my fault. my older brother had people over one night when I was in HS and I went downstairs to get water and they were having a tickle fight (???) and one of them grabbed me to use me as a human shield and in my struggle to escape I braced myself with my back to him and kicked off the wall in front of us and we went stumbling back into a closed window that was at calf-height and we both fell through. Not my fault.
that’s not even the most important part of this story though tbh. the next morning at about 8 AM my dad already had a new window in and was sanding the windowsill when I woke up and I was like “hey dad how….did you get a new window so early” and he said “guy at 84 Lumber owed me a favor” and if that’s not THE most dad thing I’ve EVER heard
That’s not what happened, this literally made international headlines. Thisisapurely adorablestory.
Brianne Dow (the woman in the photo) hired a photographer Samantha Boos for a couples’ photoshoot shortly after learning she was expecting. This was in 2016, and she told her husband Brandon that it was an anniversary thing.
The photographer, Samantha Boos, told Brandon Dow, 26, to write three words on a chalkboard that described Brianne, and that Brianne would do the exact same thing, and then they would turn around and reveal.
Brandon wrote the first words he thought of when he thought of his wife. Brianne wrote the baby news, and that lead to the most adorable moment ever.
They got congratulations from everyone in their lives, even their local bank sent them a lovely note:
She gave birth to baby Monte, and the family is happy and together. They even went back to the same photographer for updated photos:
Please respect that the Family asked people to stop spreading the fake version.
Once upon a time I worked in this little burger/coffee/ice cream shop and a lady came in one winter and asked if we had a caramel apple drink and we were like ‘well we have cider’ and she was like ‘no I don’t remember what it’s called but this place made a drink that was chai tea, apple cider, and caramel’ and Breezy offered to try and make something for her but she changed her mind and left so Breezy and I were like ‘alright let’s try this’ because we had chai tea, instant cider mix, a shit ton of caramel, instant hot water from the espresso and too much free time.
And let me tell you it was delightful. It tastes like watching the leaves changing color and dancing in the wind. It tastes like picking out pumpkins and gourds and fresh apples at the farm up north. It tastes like witches and freedom.
I make it every year now and this year I walked in the house on the morning of October first with all the ingredients and shouted ‘FALL DRINK’ and my roommates were like ‘????’ so I made them Fall Drink and now every time they get home from work they’re like ‘Fall Drink pls?????’
Anyway I remember literally nothing else about that woman but I’m very grateful to her.
for anyone wondering about proportions/etc here’s op’s answer from the repiles:
At the Hard Rock cafe where we had our Guitar Center student recital today:
Me: *pulls out pretzels*
My boss: if they come get onto you about bringing outside food, it’s all on you.
Me: they can either come yell at a pregnant woman and get yelled at back or they can come yell at a pregnant woman and make her cry, I can make either one happen at any moment.
My boss: my God, you’re the most powerful person in this place.
Wholesome. I wish my “my kid in mass” stories were wholesome like this.
When we were new shiney converts we took our children to Mass for the first time and my daughter who was 4 at the time grabbed onto the back of the pew, leaned back and screamed as loud as she could “F*CK! I can’t do this! I can’t do this!”
Wide Spread Interests 