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happy birthdee sweet potato pie peacher~~~!!!!!! thirty six again i take it!!!! i hate your boss too---what a bi#@$------she needs a boot in the arse. spain sounds like fun even with old grampasauri and Bigbutt the Bigboy-----------i want to go to venice and learn how to make glass beads-=============i am jealous of sugas planting ===i love it when the plants form a big ball of colour ===do it that way !!!! listen to wabs cause i am terrible at baskets----i do love the slow release fertilizer pellets though---so much less bother !!! too tired to talk more------------xoxoxo
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I have not yet touched my chocolate bunny (that I gave myself, seeing as how I am the Easter bunny).
Great. Herbie's brother is the Ugly American. I can't believe DS has to bunk with Herbie; that doesn't seem fair. Will he still be able to run away with a sexy dark-eyed Spanish senorita? Will he ever get to try Spanish food? Or will he come home in extra long bermuda shorts with Sansabelt waistline paired with a salmon pink golf shirt, with souvenirs he bought at the airport gift shop? Will he begin wearing clogs and allowing his hair to dread naturally while smelling faintly of patchouli, or will he call the stewardesses on the flight home "Little Missy"? Which is it? Stay tuned.... :hb: Happy Birthday dear Cowpernia Peachmistress :hb: I would have posted a greeting earlier, but I have been a little preoccupied. DH had his hernia surgery this morning. He was home about 4 hours after he got there, lots of meds coursing through his veins. He's feeling it a bit now, but has been pretty comfortable most of the day. Was planning to stay and be good little wifey, but around 2 pm it started to snow like mad, just when DD was supposed to do the 1 hour drive to Othertown and back by herself. It looked really bad, but they didn't cancel her music lessons, so we decided that I should go with her. DH was all settled into the couch with beverages, phone and remote control (what more could a man want?), so I got to do the drive over in the snow/slush/rain. It actually was really bad driving, although it was just pouring rain by the time we got there. Now it's pouring rain here, has been for hours. There's still so much snow and ice, that it's a real mess of slush and mud and snowbanks and everything. I'm afraid skiing is over for the season... I have absolutely no talent at plants or gardening. I had a hanging jade plant which recently had trailed so much and gotten so lopsided that it finally fell out of its macrame hanger and into the styrofoam cooler I'd set below it because it was listing and the water was tending to pour out instead of absorb. This whole shebang is on the other side of some furniture and I can't get to it without moving everything, and frankly I don't feel like it. I wonder how long I can leave it there before anyone notices? Oh well, good luck with the plants, ladies. I would love to hear about these things; maybe I can tell my meager plants stories of what life could be like in other households and they can hold out hope for a brighter future. Well, Bagz since Kalan is not Mexican and I haven't seen him with his shirt off, I can hardly pass judgment, hmm? DD is attempting to play the flute today. Sounds more like blowing over the top of a pop bottle. At her guitar lesson, she learned how to string and tune a violin. :shrug: Her teacher runs a music shop. I think he is trying to make DD his apprentice. Have to go roll the old man into bed... Kiwi |
Best Holiday Family Dinner Story EVER
TPBM has a brother who has been known to go commando, but has never done so herself, nor have her aunties. Kiwi |
False. My brother was an only child and so am I.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PEACHES.... :hat: :dancer: :balloons: I hope you made lots of wonderful wishes and that they all come true... or better! Sug, you are on to me. The photos were, um, uploaded via Google Images. I use them as bases for sketches etc. when I can't think that to draw or paint. Kiwi... I hope DH is happily groggy and a good patient. Now that we're of a "certain age" things just take longer to heal. And guys haven't always had as much disruption of their innards as women have, which can make them a bit whiney (not that I'd ever name names.) When DH had his gall stone episodes and resultant surgery you'd think he was going to give birth to a rhinocerous. Growing jade plants (styrofoam or not) in a place with snow is very impressive to me. Don't understand the greeness of your thumb. My DS came home from Japanese camp with dyed black hair... The chance of him looking Asian (Scandinavian/Italian bloodlines) was highly unlikely. And he came home with tattoos. At least they don't show when he's dressed. And at least he didn't have to be in the Army/Navy/Marines to get them. You'll note that I decided to take a risk and sign up for a challenge. I told that thread they could kick *** and take names. You can too... as long as you provide ice packs for the bruising. :drill: DH is off to sunny California for business tomorrow at 6 @#$% o'clock in the morning. Yipes. Gotta go so I can drive him. Catch you tomorrow evening, ladies. |
I also have no bubba.
Painty is the Japanese Camp the one in Minnesota? Tell. I really REALLLY EXTREMELY REALLY need a new job before I go commando. You ever have that feeling when someone is talking to you where a whole bunch of chemicals are released into your stomach and you just hate the person speaking.Well, I got to get a new job. TPBM has dust on her monitor. |
Originally Posted by Cowpernia: I also have no keYberd today ???Family Dinner Story you reaD?? Kiwi |
YEs, i reAd. LOlolOL!!! DooCe kiLls mE.
Monitor is the only thing that DOESN'T have dust on it. Two brothers. Plenty of commando moments, just not lately. Peachy, have you ever heard of something called the "stomach brain". It's all the rage in Germany. Apparently your stomach has its own little brain that is somehow, some way (Grade 8 biology teacher to my mother: "Your daughter is not a scientist.") attached to your real brain. I completely understand about the feeling ill while listening to someone. Happens to me with about 75% of the people I meet here. Ugh. We need to manifest a new job for you. Where would you like to work? TPBM really should be in bed. |
TP Who is ME thinks Kiwi is .. unusual.
Somebody please watch Oprah and tell me if Lisa Marie and Michael J consummated their marriage. TPBM thinks I'm a pervert. |
If you are, so am I because I wanted to know, and yes, the answer is that it was a consumated marriage. Priscilla thinks that it was because Michael had a crazy fascination w/ anything Elvis and he wanted to father Elvis's grandchild. He had that crazy King of Rock/King of Pop thing going on there. That was really a fascinating interview and I think Lisa Marie came off as a really likable person. Poor Priscilla has gotten carried away w/ plastic surgery and she doesn't even look like she used to. Her face looks masklike.
Peaches, Happy, happy birthday!!! I hope you get a new job for your birthday. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Wish really hard when you blow out those candles. :hb: :wizard: I have a nasty headache today. Actually I've had one for days, it just gets really bad, then calms down, then gets bad again. I went into the Dr. yesterday - I'll be going in for a "procedure" in a few weeks - hopefully it will end the endless period. It involves general anesthesia, a day trip to the hospital, and darn, I won't be able to have any more kids, but it's not a hysterectomy so I'm a happy camper. We have a friend who is known to go commando. He is an obnoxious and colorful personality who has a wee bit of a drinking and carousing problem. He called us once from the drunk tank, wanting someone to bail him out. Apparently when they put you in the drunk tank they take all your clothes and since he had no unmentionables he was sitting in there in the all together. DH left him - said it was a good lesson. Heee. I dont' know if the lesson was not to drink and drive or to wear your good underwear if you do. Kiwi, my sympathies to you. Nothing like a husband on the couch to make you go a little nutz. Isn't it wonderful that Bagzie still checks in w/ us even though she went out and got herself a life? I was worried about that. Gotta go look for the Advil bottle. TPBM prefers Tylenol to Advil. |
nooooooooooo---for some reason i like advil,but neither pill will work when i have the big headache---that takes Norgesic Forte ----aspirin+caffeine+muscle relaxer.hope it disappears soon wabs----i HATE those four-six day headaches!! thank you for caring whether i am here or not!!!---i was SO mad today at the shop---i had just put out THREE brand new pewter bangles with dragonflies on them and i had a gorgeous handmade sterling silver dragonfly on a silver chain-----------i was IN the shop and this young guy came in with a gigantic knapsack----i thought he was going to knock everything over as he swung around=---anyway---I thought "what the **** is he doing in a girly giftshop by himself" but i was nice and said hello-----about 15 minutes later i noticed all three of the new bracelets and the silver necklace had been STOLEN---that's about 130 dollars worth of jewellery.I WAS SOOOOOOOOOO MAD!!!! it's amazing how mad i was----it's just amazing that someone would do that practically in front of you-----naturally you don't want to follow everyone around your shop staring at them everytime they come in and you don't want everything all locked and under glass but AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH----effin mad i was {and still am!!!}----since i have my "girl" come in to work in the early afternoon,i still get to pick up ds from school which is the way i wanted it----i can still check in here very often,which is the way i like it too!!!! i may get a computer for the shop ,IF I MAKE ANY MONEY!!!!----not likely if i can't even protect my stock!!!---Kiwonkers---i hope the dh is appreciating all the perks of hanging home with your darling self!!!my sympathies of course!!!!Love you guys!!!
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False -- I like Advil for cramps and muscle aches, Tylenol for headaches.
And for Sugar's TPBM -- I don't know! I didn't sleep well last night. DH has been sleeping half the night in bed and then waking me up so I can help him go sleep on the couch in the living room. He has a hard time shifting around at all, so he gets really sore and stiff after a few hours in bed. So let's see, I got to bed late (really late, I didn't get my $1), I had to get up at 5 am to help him, I had to get up at 7:30 to make DD's lunch (she had a late beginning day today) and DH's breakfast, I had to get up and answer the phone at 10:30 and talk to the nurse. And then I went back to bed once again and slept for 2 or 3 hours more. I'm too confused to know if I should be in bed. Originally Posted by Wabby: Good luck with your "procedure", Wabby, I hope you won't have a long recovery? Just judging by my past couple of days, I suggest you get a female relative to stay with you after it -- no way would a husband do what I've been doing here! Love the commando story. I doubt he learned his lesson, though, huh? Originally Posted by : Peaches, I really couldn't use my keyboard yesterday, my weirdness was not intentional. Apparently the plug fell out of the back of the computer :rolleyes: I've always wonder just how it is that my stomach knows what I'm feeling. It's not the most convenient relationship. You suppose it could work the other way -- the brain telling the stomach it's not hungry? Gotta go check on my patient. You can tell how scattered I am today, by my compulsion to use 80 different colors. TPBM has never had an operation. Kiwi |
Hi Bagzie! Bummer about the shoplifting, what a major a**hole. Maybe you should have people leave their bags at the counter.
Okay, I really have to go be super-nurse. Kiwi |
False. I had a thing taken off my back. Big scar.
I really needed to know about Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie. I saw her on Oprah Monday and thought she was way cool. She was so honest, and she swore like Bagz so I naturally loved her. But to think that Elvis's girl, someone who has everything could screw up her life so much and talk about it so openly just made me love her. I mean how bad could my life be compared to that? And why be embarrassed about any of it? Poor DS is stuck in Barcelona with eight ... people .. who only eat at Burger King and Pizza Hut. He wants to EXPERIENCE Spain but they just keep comparing it to "the South" and "the South" wins everytime. He is not happy. So sorry I didn't mention this first time I posted. Poor Bagzoid. What do other vendors do??? Do you have security guys? What are you going to do in the Future??? TPBM will still get chili from Wendys. |
Happy Birthday Cowper!!!
Bagzie, sorry about shoplifters. You need a hunk with a gun at the door. It must be so weird to be Lisa Marie. It is more weird to be so rich and to need to talk about such personal things on TV. Poor DS. I hate traveling with people who go away so they can recreate home. Wabby, no more kids? Hope you do OK. Sugar, stomach brain? explain. Poor Kiwi, a sick man? They require so much patience. I am supposed to be helping ds with science fair(will this never end?) L |
I need a hunk at the door. No gun. Canadians are unarmed. I learned this from Michael Moore
I think it's fine that Lisa Marie talked about intimate matters on tv. This is because my two pet peeves are: 1) People who lean their elbows on their shopping carts and stalk around the Winn Dixie like T-Rex, only moving from the hip joints down. Ugly. 2) People who pretend their lives do not contain major embarrasing bits of history but are appalled by other peoples lives. For me, Lisa Marie was saying she had screwed up bigtime and had suffered in these ways for it and so what. Life goes on. I liked it. It took her two years didn't she say to get over M. Jackson and time was full of depression, panic attacks, the whole thing. Just like everybody else. I liked it. Bagzie, what ARE YOU doing about the thievey kids? You are not keeping us informed enough on this. TPBM is wearing beige pants. |
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