hurrah!!!!!!!!!!!!!i have consulted the "dictionary of slang" and GIT was actually there!!!!here we go---- "git "-- Noun.-- An idiot or contemptible person. does this fit-------???????????????----------only the peachbat can answer this correctly!!!!

Main Entry: git
Pronunciation: 'git
Function: noun
Etymology: variant of get, term of abuse,
Date: 1943
British : a foolish or worthless person


Where I come from, people only say "git" In England they say, "get"........ HOWEVER...I KNOW all you old hags know the lyric:
I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get

Peaches favorite Beatle wrote that. Was Ringo anybody's favorite Beatle? I'm going to see him on Saturday. Painty, who was your favorite Beatle....mine was George. Lots of people here liked Paul.

egad. a singing cow.

she's suckin up to painty now cause she took her estrogen

you're being a little mean to me and hurting my feelings

i apologize,lushious---------------i forgot to take MY estrogen----i think i will go and eat a pound of tofu and then i will see how nice i can be

Thanks Bagzz for finding "git"... Google's dictionary was no help.

As a teen, I swooned to Paul, like everyone else... later I thought John had more brains... even tho' he did all that strange stuff with Yoko. Ringo just didn't seem "cute" enough... But my first husband WAS a drummer. Does that count?

Glad you are back to your delightful self, Lush.

Here are more foul words:
rooster, hen, guinea hen, pea cock, turkey.

Had a good food day. Skipped exercise yesterday because I did something strange to my arm Friday when I was pulling weeds. Gotta go exercise now, even though it's late. Maybe a hot soak in the tub and straight to bed. Had a nice time in Borders sketching the magazine readers when then weren't looking.

I hope the pants-o-meters and scales are benevolent to all in the a.m.

I'm back from the lake. All roasted and toasted. I'm sure I'll be sorry some day when my skin shrivels up like an old prune, but that sun sure feels great to us northerners.

Low-heiney!!!! I love it! Sorry L, but you gotta admit, it's pretty cute.

Kiwi is the sane one, and I do miss her, but I love the rest of you nutz, too.

Sugar, glad to hear the little camper made it home safe and sound.

I'll have to reply to my own post, I guess. 3 hours later and no new posts. I swooned over Paul. I thought John was ok until he started hanging out with that Yoko chick.

Cowlicious, when is your mooooove in day?

hi wabby------------how is your garden looking???? do you need pictures of mine????did you ever get a digi-cam so you can send me pics ??? the pics you sent last year were stunning,but that is so much bother for you!!! i was never a beatle fan,but i liked Davey Jones from the monkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees

I don't know if I liked the Monkees or if I loved to watch it to see the Yardley makeup commercials. I remember buying my first Yardley lipstick in the 5th grade, and taking it to school (strictly forbidden), and all my girlfriends and I would take turns putting it on and wiping it off before we went out of the girls room. It was peachy colored and very frosted. How cool.

My garden is frying in the hot summer sun, Bagzie, but I'll send you some pics of the still pretty parts. And, yes, I need pictures of yours. What did you grow in your greenhouse?

i am typing with the end of a pencil because my hands and shoulder have finally quit due to shoveling during yard work this weekend.

welcome back, wabby. [son will now take over] i agree , low heiny is pretty funny all the more reason i had to make painty feel bad for saying it .

kiwi isn't that sane she is just comparitively sane. big difference.
i got wonderful mail today it was so exciting

lately i've been getting lotsof phone calls from canada. it seems that since the do not calllaw has been in effect all the telemfrket ers have moved to canada where they can harass me legally

must go pick up dd , bye l and son

That just figures! Telemarketers started out in Nebraska, the land of no-accent, and moved to Canada, the land of the really cool accent. I'll still hang up on 'em.

2) Closing day is set and I'm supposed to run out and by insurance. It's expensive. I don't like it. I'm stressed. The builder, who is very nice and low key, sounded not so nice and high key when I ASKED (not requested) if he would be putting blinds in the windows.

It's gonna be a stressful week. DS goes to a new school in another town by a new means of transportation; house closes and hopefully I'll find a way to move; and maaayyyybbbbeeee I'll have a new job. The woman-we-don't-like got the other job but this one is better.

Some of y'all remember that years ago DS got his black belt and when he went for testing, no one was there. The teacher has just up and quit and not told us. He wouldn't come to the phone. His wife said they were moving to NC because schools were better. They didn't move. This was his wife who got the job.

Life has such strange quirks.
Cowie, that really sucks that wife of duplicitous oaf gets job and that so many changes are happening.
I've been doing so well, and tonight, anyway, I could easily eat anything -- dead or alive if I can catch it. I'll probably post a journal entry first.... Maybe I can talk myself out of it... There isn't even anything "interesting" calling me from the fridge or kitchen.

The singer from the 60's that made my heart go pitter pat was David Clayton Thomas from Blood Sweat and Tears. Oooooo wee!

I always feel bad if I hurt somebody's feelings (well except for git-ex... and even he's off my list now)... but one of my character flaws is being unable to pass up a pun.

Would it make YOU feel better to call me smart ***?

a little, maybe