I meant no offense. Relationships are never easy. I think this advice could do just as well for men concerning women.
As for this profession being sexist, well, welcome to a woman's world. You entered a female dominated profession and it takes time to enact change. Women have faced that challenge time and again joining predominatley male professions. We all just need to work a bit harder to be more PC, or we all just need to grow thicker skins.
[FONT=tahoma,sans-serif]When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet:
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Crabby Old Woman:
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What are you thinking ........... When you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman .............. Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, .............. With faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food ............ And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, .. "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ........ The things that you do,
And forever is losing ............. A stocking or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, .............. Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, ..... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? .... Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, ....You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ............... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ........ As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten ..........With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters ............... Who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen .............With wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now .......... A lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, ........... My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows .......... That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, .............. I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide ............ And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, ................ My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other .............. With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons .......... Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me .......... To see I don't mourn
At fifty once more, ................. Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, ........ My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, .......... My husband is dead,
I look at the future, ............. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ...Young of their own,
And I think of the years .......... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman............... And nature is cruel;
Tis jest to make old age ...... Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, .............. Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone ............... Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ....... A young girl still dwells,
And now and again, ............... My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, ................ I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living ........ Life over again.
I think of the years .............. All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact ........ That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, ..... Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; ........... Look closer....see, ME!!
~Author: Anonymous~
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.....we will all, one day, be there, too!
After yet another failed relationship, I went to see my grandmother. She’s my friend and confidant. I was whining to her about how badly things had gone and I was wondering why I kept getting involved with these losers.
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“You have a broken picker, dear.”
I couldn’t believe it! I come to her for a little comfort and she tells me something is wrong with me?!!
“What do you mean a broken picker?”
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“You have a broken man picker. You keep picking out men that are wrong for you!”
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The audacity of these words left me speechless. I just figured something was wrong with the men in the world. How could the fault lie with me?
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“Let me give you a little advice. . . There are some man rules that you need to learn:
Never get involved with a man that is less educated than you are. I don’t care how smart he is, or how much he intends to go back to school, it’s not going to work. There is a basic values gap between you that will multiply. You’re well educated, you’ve worked hard, you’ve invested in yourself, and you’ve learned the responsibility of studying and preparation. You can apply these principles elsewhere in life. Someone that is uneducated cannot.
Never get involved with a man that makes less than you do. A man needs to wear the pants in the family. Any man that says he’s comfortable with a woman making more than him is looking for a free ride one way or another.
Never get involved with a man that has radically different views from yours, be it religion, politics, sex, or children. These differences will only become a gap between you that will grow larger between you given time.
Never get involved with a man from a dysfunctional family. He’s probably broken and no amount of your love or good intentions is going to fix him.
Never get involved with a man that is verbally, emotionally, or spiritually abusive. Our lives are hard enough without our partners belittling us.
Never try to change a man. If you’re getting involved with him you better like him just as he is - flaws and all. You cannot change a man. You may be able to influence a behavior or two, like putting down the toilet seat or not tracking mud into the house, but even that is questionable. You cannot change a man.
Never get involved with a man if you don’t like his family. We are each tied to our families in unique ways. Like it or not, when you get involved with the man, you get involved with the family. You better like them. And remember, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Never get involved with a man that is less ambitious than you are. The man you have in your life should share the same basic goals as you. If you don’t share the same goals, one will end up leaving the other in the dust. This rule can apply to jobs, families, children, religion, etc.
Never get involved with a man that is not an adult. You’ve grown and matured, so make sure that the man you’re involved with has grown and matured. Make sure he can balance his checkbook, pay his bills on time, and has learned the value of saving a penny.
Never get involved with a man that is too old. We age in different ways. Never get involved with a man that is too old chronologically, or a man that is too old in his spirit. It takes a lot of spark to keep a relationship alive. Make sure he’s young enough, but mature enough to grow up with you.
Never get involved with a man that is given to excesses. Moderation is the key to enjoying many things in life including alcohol, food, sex, politics, religion, etc.
You take those rules to heart and you’ll do fine.”
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I just had to share this newfound wisdom with my girlfriends.
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So here’s to all us girls out there with the broken pickers. And to those whose pickers are fine, consider it a tune-up!
I meant no offense. Relationships are never easy. I think this advice could do just as well for men concerning women.
As for this profession being sexist, well, welcome to a woman's world. You entered a female dominated profession and it takes time to enact change. Women have faced that challenge time and again joining predominatley male professions. We all just need to work a bit harder to be more PC, or we all just need to grow thicker skins.
[FONT=tahoma,sans-serif]When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet:
Crabby Old Woman:
What are you thinking ........... When you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman .............. Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, .............. With faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food ............ And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, .. "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ........ The things that you do,
And forever is losing ............. A stocking or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, .............. Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, ..... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? .... Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, ....You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ............... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ........ As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten ..........With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters ............... Who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen .............With wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now .......... A lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, ........... My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows .......... That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, .............. I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide ............ And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, ................ My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other .............. With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons .......... Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me .......... To see I don't mourn
At fifty once more, ................. Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, ........ My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, .......... My husband is dead,
I look at the future, ............. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ...Young of their own,
And I think of the years .......... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman............... And nature is cruel;
Tis jest to make old age ...... Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, .............. Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone ............... Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ....... A young girl still dwells,
And now and again, ............... My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, ................ I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living ........ Life over again.
I think of the years .............. All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact ........ That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, ..... Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; ........... Look closer....see, ME!!
~Author: Anonymous~
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.....we will all, one day, be there, too!
Because this seems to apply to so many nurses:
After yet another failed relationship, I went to see my grandmother. She’s my friend and confidant. I was whining to her about how badly things had gone and I was wondering why I kept getting involved with these losers.
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“You have a broken picker, dear.”
I couldn’t believe it! I come to her for a little comfort and she tells me something is wrong with me?!!
“What do you mean a broken picker?”
<o =""></o>
“You have a broken man picker. You keep picking out men that are wrong for you!”
<o =""></o>
The audacity of these words left me speechless. I just figured something was wrong with the men in the world. How could the fault lie with me?
<o =""></o>
“Let me give you a little advice. . . There are some man rules that you need to learn:
- Never get involved with a man that is less educated than you are. I don’t care how smart he is, or how much he intends to go back to school, it’s not going to work. There is a basic values gap between you that will multiply. You’re well educated, you’ve worked hard, you’ve invested in yourself, and you’ve learned the responsibility of studying and preparation. You can apply these principles elsewhere in life. Someone that is uneducated cannot.
- Never get involved with a man that makes less than you do. A man needs to wear the pants in the family. Any man that says he’s comfortable with a woman making more than him is looking for a free ride one way or another.
- Never get involved with a man that has radically different views from yours, be it religion, politics, sex, or children. These differences will only become a gap between you that will grow larger between you given time.
- Never get involved with a man from a dysfunctional family. He’s probably broken and no amount of your love or good intentions is going to fix him.
- Never get involved with a man that is verbally, emotionally, or spiritually abusive. Our lives are hard enough without our partners belittling us.
- Never try to change a man. If you’re getting involved with him you better like him just as he is - flaws and all. You cannot change a man. You may be able to influence a behavior or two, like putting down the toilet seat or not tracking mud into the house, but even that is questionable. You cannot change a man.
- Never get involved with a man if you don’t like his family. We are each tied to our families in unique ways. Like it or not, when you get involved with the man, you get involved with the family. You better like them. And remember, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
- Never get involved with a man that is less ambitious than you are. The man you have in your life should share the same basic goals as you. If you don’t share the same goals, one will end up leaving the other in the dust. This rule can apply to jobs, families, children, religion, etc.
- Never get involved with a man that is not an adult. You’ve grown and matured, so make sure that the man you’re involved with has grown and matured. Make sure he can balance his checkbook, pay his bills on time, and has learned the value of saving a penny.
- Never get involved with a man that is too old. We age in different ways. Never get involved with a man that is too old chronologically, or a man that is too old in his spirit. It takes a lot of spark to keep a relationship alive. Make sure he’s young enough, but mature enough to grow up with you.
- Never get involved with a man that is given to excesses. Moderation is the key to enjoying many things in life including alcohol, food, sex, politics, religion, etc.
You take those rules to heart and you’ll do fine.”<o =""></o>
I just had to share this newfound wisdom with my girlfriends.
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So here’s to all us girls out there with the broken pickers. And to those whose pickers are fine, consider it a tune-up!