What is a good Christmas gift for a 70-year-old woman?
I find that the older the recipient, in general, the less they will want "stuff"; they have all the "stuff" they want. On the other hand, a great deal depends on how active the 70 year old is and what their interests are. For instance, my mom is 70 but still works part time, travels regularly, exercises regularly, and is actually more active now then she was 10 years ago. For someone like her, something that connects with one of her many interests (in my mom's case, choral music, Impressionist Period art, books, and very specific types of jewelry) or something functional that she could use but doesn't have (again, in my mom's case, we recently talked about how much my partner and I love our rice cooker and she seemed particularly intrigued) would be very happily accepted.Other examples of recent gifts to my mom that she was thrilled with - a new water bottle for use when she is walking on the local track in her neighborhood. She had very specific requirements and despaired of ever finding a replacement for her old, worn out bottle, but my partner managed to find it and she was amazed and delighted. For my parent's 50th anniversary, my brother and I put together an audio/video presentation from her old photo albums along with audio and reel to reel footage from their wedding. Even with technical difficulties, my mom had a hard time keeping from crying from joy the entire time (my dad was pretty thrilled too). Really durable luggage tags (made of tyvek) were another huge hit - she was always worried that she could not spot her luggage quickly enough in the luggage carousel but these neon yellow tags can be seen from about 10 miles away and no amount of yanking by luggage carriers will ever rip them off. Focus on their interests or on unmet needs and you will do very well. Don't necessarily assume that something more expensive will be better received; frequently it is quite the opposite, especially with older relatives. On the other hand, we all have relatives who basically judge every gift by the price tag, in which case set yourself a firm budget and then follow the preceding advice, not vice versa so you don't guilt yourself into breaking the bank.
Which is the best city to visit in Spain?
Hello- It really depends on the type of thing that you like to do/see. If you like museums and such, I would also recommend Madrid. It has several great museums (Prado, Reina Sofia), it also has the Royal Palace, and the famous Retiro Park. In the outskirts of Madrid, you can visit other small towns like Toledo, famous for its gold-decorated artistry, Segovia, famous for its aqueduct and beautiful palace... If you are more of an Architecture buff, Barcelona may be for you. There you can see many famous buildings of Gaudi- His Sagrada Familia is very impressive, and the Casa Milá is interesting too, but my favorite is his Guell Park. You can also visit the "olympic city" on the mountain Montjuic. Las Ramblas is a famous street that you can walk down, and there are several museums to see, for those who like those. There's a Picasso museum, a Miró museum, a ship museum, and a wax museum (although I wouldn't necessarily recommend that one). The cathedral is also very pretty, and the market is interesting to see. In the outskirts, you can go see the bodegas of Cavas codorniu. I think, though, that visiting the south was most impressive for me. Maybe there aren't so many things to see, I can't really remember everywhere I went anymore, but I was very impressed by what I did see. If you were to go to Granada, for example, you must see the Alhambra- it's spectacular. It's been awhile since I've been to Granada, and that's, of course, what I remember most. You can also go see flamenco dancing. You could take a side trip to Córdoba, too, and visit the Mezquita- also gorgeous. As for bullfighting... not my thing- I couldn't watch it myself, but you should be able to see it in any of those cities, if you wanted- depending upon the schedule of each city. Food and pricing of everything depends on where you go. At lunchtime, I'd recommend eating a "menu"- which is a fixed meal for a usually low price. They're usually advertised on a chalkboard or sign on the street. Usually you can choose between several first plates , then from several 2nd plates. Usually one drink is included (wine, beer or water), as is either coffee/tea or dessert. It's a great way to try new things at a decent price.
Can someone give me a summary of the book "the glass castle" by Jeannette walls? Give details.?
I have a multiple choice quiz on this book coming up. I only got to read through half of the book but the quiz is on the whole book. Can someone Give me a detailed summary of the entire book. You could give spoilers.
Theories and questions, about Wizard of Oz and Alice in Wonderland. If you want to join in?
In the Wizard of Oz, there's a tornado, Dorothy's house is swept away into another world. Now, if she really is sent to another world, or dimension etc, and she finally makes it back home, to Kansas, how does she end up in her bed, in home, with her parents not saying anything like, "ohhh the house disappeared, but now it's back"? I am thinking that Dorothy just had an extremely vivid dream, and never went anywhere. She was in her bed, in Kansas, before the strange tornado even happened. What do you think about this? Also, I just watched a school play of Alice in Wonderland. Alice doesn't go to any sort of Wonderland. In the play, Alice and her mom are outside next to a tree, and her mom is reading a book. A few seconds later, this white rabbit shows up, Alice runs after it, well if Alice did indeed run after a rabbit, who was 5' 11", I'm pretty sure her mom would have noticed that. In another adaptation, there was a 2 part, TV movie from 1985, with famous actors and actresses, Sammy Davis Jr., Imogene Coca, Carol Channing, etc. In this story, Alice falls down a hole, with no one else around to see it, but I think this version is more believable that she went to a "wonderland" because at the end, she steps through the mirror, and is back in her own home, asleep in a chair and is woken up by her mom. What do you think about what happened to Dorothy and Alice? Did they really go to other worlds?
What are some of the values your relatives taught you as kid and you still maintain them now as an adult?
One grandmother and an aunt were all about cleanliness. I remember being taught how to wash my hands at age 8, because I was not doing it “the right way”.An aunt who kept kosher admonished me loudly for making cereal for me and my sister in her sabbath, soup bowls. I did not know anything about kosher as a young child but it left enough of an imprint and maybe a smattering of guilt that I became an observant Jew and still keep kosher to this day. Putting the right foods into their proper vessels and receptacles, and teaching my daughter to do the same.My father insisted that if “you are gong to do it half-ass, don’t do it at all” so I never do anything that I am not prepared to give my best to.My mother insisted that I be consistent. No matter what I did and no matter where I went, my mother’s voice shook me to my core, “be consistent”…it was not until I was in my 40’s I realized I am one of the most methodical, machine like people I know. I do not veer. I am uniquely me. She was yelling at me in a lame attempt to wake herself up and demand consistency of herself. I hope I have been a good mirror…cause it was definitely not about me.
How can I contact Ellen directly and get a very prompt response?
I have been collecting handbags and manbags filled with sanitary and hygiene items for a local homeless and rough sleepers Charity. They have all included toothbrush and toothpaste, shampoo, hand sanitizer, chocolate, protein bars and an envelope with a stamp on it with writing paper and pen, donated by a lovely lady who wishes to remain anonymous. She cares full time for her Husband and they are both coping with the impact of Dementia. I am a single Mother of three. My eldest has a First Class Honours Degree, my second Son has Autism and makes me proud daily. I also have a fourteen year old Daughter who shuns the spotlight and never sees her abusive and violent biological Father. She plays piano. Has taught herself lead and bass guitar, ukulele and violin <3 Feel really sad as I think someone has hacked your profile pretending to be you. A 47 year old man died last week on a bench in an affluent town.Not Nice.Linda 07751030373 XXXUK: 01704894807 <3 X
What is the way to make life happy?
"The Secret of happiness!"There was a Jewish man named Yankel, who had a bakery, in a town, Crown Heights, Germany. He always said, "You know why I’m alive today?"He said "I was a kid, just a teenager at the time in Germany, when the Nazis were killing Jews with no mercy.We were on the train being taken to Auschwitz by Nazis. Night came and it was deathly cold in that compartment.The Germans left us on the side of the tracks overnight, sometimes for days, without any food. There were no blankets to keep us warm. Snow was falling everywhere. Cold winds were hitting our cheeks, every second. We were hundreds of people in that terribly cold night. “No food. No water. No shelter. No blankets "."The blood in our bodies started freezing. It was becoming ice”.Beside me, there was a beloved elderly Jewish man from my hometown. He was shivering from head to toe, and looked terrible. So I wrapped my arms around him to warm him up.I hugged him tightly to give him some heat. I rubbed his arms, his legs, his face, his neck. I begged him to try to be alive.I encouraged him.All night long, I kept this man warm this way.I was tired, and freezing cold myself. My fingers were numb, but I didn’t stop rubbing heat into that old man’s body.Hours and hours went by. Finally, morning came and the sun began to shine. I looked around to see the other people...To my horror, all I could see were frozen bodies.All I could hear was deathly silence.Nobody else in that cabin were alive.That freezing night killed them all.They died from the cold.Only two people survived: the old man and me.The old man survived because I kept him warm... and I survived because I was warming him.May I tell you the secret to survival in this world where we all have trouble and needs.When you warm other people’s hearts, you will remain warm yourself.When you support, encourage and inspire others, then you will discover support, encouragement and inspiration in your own life as well.That is the secret to a happy life.
What is something you want to "get off your chest"?
I got gang raped.Gang. Raped.I'm going to give some details… so I guess trigger warningI went to a fish market with my uncle and grandma. My grandma is old and can't walk very well so I was waiting with her for my uncle to get some fish. This huge man comes and picks me up from behind. I'm pretty strong, but this man was much stronger. He grabbed me and ran as I screamed for my uncle to help me. He came too late.So. The big man “A”The other men are “B” “C” and “D”A grabbed me and brought me to a cornerB C D take turns throwing me against a fence as they all undress. They all are on me at the same time. One would be one my face making me suck his dick. One would be masturbating on my chest. One would be doing whatever he wanted on my vagina. One would be holding down my legs.They tied down my arms above my head, stripped me naked, did their rotations, and broke my ankle.I kept squirming so they punched me, gagged me, and stabbed right below my ribcage with a knife. I stopped moving and they rotated a few times. When they were done, about and hour later, they tied to me to fence.They would grab me from behind, touch all over me, cum on me, and then forced me to masturbate. They stuck their fingers up my vagina, put their dicks in my mouth. They made me masturbate on the floor, and then would smack me with their dicks wherever they felt like it.It was torturous. I was in so much pain. They ran Away. The police were searching everywhere, and then one found me on the floor behind a trashcan in an alley. They took me to a hospital, and it gave me so much emotional trauma.Right now, a year later, I am crying in my room, too scared to go anywhere, ripping at my thighs and stomach with a blade. Burning with lighters. I never told anyone else. The only people that know is my grandma, uncle, mom, and dad. I'm too scared to tell anyone.
If you had a kid, how would you raise it?
I would give it away to a gay couple who would raise it to be really polite and nice.