I don't know, is there an art to arguing? Of course, that is what debating is all about, any courtroom including the Supreme Court, Senate and House floors and on and on...!
When I was still in high school, in fact just a sophomore, I helped our side to win a debate.
Dare I say what the topic was?
Horribly, let's say horrifically it was about cigarette smoking, my side was for!
Let's just say the year was 1965.
And the sergeant general just came out with the facts about smoking on January 11, 1964, https://www.cdc.gov/tobacco/data_statistics/sgr/history/index.htm, and people were denying the information. Not unlike people denying the effects of COVID-19, and people refusing to wear masks or get vaccines!
Deathly outcomes.
Over fifty-six years later I still wonder.
Any-who, I was then embarrassingly on the pro side and we won, dumb kids, myself included!
I guess we had well-made points though at the time.
Horrific now, since I wonder how many started or continued to smoke after that major debate in our Paramus High School, in good ole NJ way back in 1965! Discussing hot topics was something not new to where I grew up! And I am very proud of that fact, even though we had it all wrong that time!
So many other bad things occur with my sometimes rash temperament.
Although, that reflex of the comeback was well researched at the time!
My point is, that when I moved to Emerson NJ a year later I took two years of business law that I received As for, not to mention also an additional year in college at L.I.M. of business law, also an A, along with everything else, sixteen majors, from business to journalism, to interior design, art history, etc., etc., etc., as well as another half-year later on after we were married. Although I would have continued, I had all day "morning sickness", and I threw up just in the parking lot before class one evening! I did finish the year even though I missed many classes and for that effort, my law professor gave me a c+ which was great I thought due to me not even being there! He liked my moxie, I argued smartly with him. If I hadn't moved after, who knows, I might have gone into law where arguments are respected and are considered powerful when backed up with logical truthful information!
I was just called pugnacious by an old old "so-called" friend always, she said, and YEP!
We had many lawyers in our family, including an uncle and a couple of cousins. I would have been the first woman.
She, by the way, married a lawyer. So she too must enjoy arguing!
Moving on...
Hubby is repairing the gaskets today! Done for the drains, next the light for new gaskets! Then the fill!
We already received the paperwork from the county utilities for the owner adjustment request! Thank you, Vanessa, in that department! That was the fastest we received mail in ages!
And so we must go, for now ...
I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.
Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020.
I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?
The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!
Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!
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