Posted on 12/27/2013 11:24:17 AM PST by honestabe010
Me too, but I can’t really remember them.
I remember mine, but I don’t want to...
I remember a few snippets. Going to one of the bathrooms at my mom’s only to discover it had only a tub and sink, but no shower or toilet. (Oddly I don’t have a tub in my house, so this was sort of an anti-my house)
Figuring out how to paint a pine bow so the needles were on top. (Paint the distal end to proximal end instead of proximal to distal.)
LOL!
40 and a whackin’ cold wind. Pat, James, Vlad, and I walked vigorously for more than two hours delivering bags for Scouting for Feed.
The coach had put together the perfect team for the Chicago Bears. The only thing that was missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and European Leagues, but he couldn't find a ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl win.
Then one night while watching CNN he saw a war-zone scene in the West Bank . In one corner of the background, he spotted a young Israeli soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw a hand-grenade straight into a 15th story window 100 yards away.
KABOOM!
He threw another hand-grenade 75 yards away, right into a chimney.
KA-BLOOEY!
Then he threw another at a passing car going 90 mph.
BULLS-EYE!
"I've got to get this guy!" Coach said to himself. "He has the perfect arm!"
So, he brings him to the States and teaches him the great game of football. And the Bears go on to win the Super Bowl.
The young man is hailed as the great hero of football, and when the coach asks him what he wants, all the young man wants is to call his mother.
"Mom," he says into the phone, "I just won the Super Bowl !"
"I don't want to talk to you", the old woman says."You are not my son!"
"I don't think you understand, Mother," the young man pleads. "I've won the greatest sporting event in the world. I'm here among thousands of my adoring fans."
"No! Let me tell you!"his mother retorts. "At this very moment, there are gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and I have to keep your sister in the house so she doesn't get raped!" The old lady pauses, and then tearfully says,..........
"I will never forgive you for making us move to Chicago !!!!"
Yeah. Once upon a time I worked for a defense contractor who was having tremendous yield/rework problems.
It turned out that they were testing an electrolytic capacitor bank reverse biased...
I went over to Busdaddy’s and washed three loads of clothes but will hang them here. I may even hang some outside tomorrow.
I had to leave sooner than I wanted because the pain in my mouth was a little too much for me to be civil. I don’t like snarling at him...he snarls back!
I went for weeks waiting for a crown, a while back. Sore teeth make anyone grumpy!
The event at the garden last night went very well. I left my coat in the car and just wore the turquoise pashmina, which looked very nice with the dress and my Navajo jewelry. DP took some pictures, but on my camera, so I don’t know how good they are. It can’t handle low light very well. He was being nice to be and didn’t take his camera!
We visited with several pleasant people, including the rep for a winery that markets their wines at the garden. Price tags in the $25-$35/bottle range, but they had unlimited free samples, and they were quite nice.
Did I mention it was freezing? I had a glass of wine in my hand when we walked from the main building to the orchid conservatory, and it had a rim of ice when we got back inside!
I’m glad you enjoyed your evening, and I hope the pashmina was warm enough! I’m sure it was a stuning outfit. I have a mental image of it, though the black and white kind of blurs together, since I haven’t seen it... Hence, a request for pics!
A rim of ice on the wine glass? WHOA!!! At least you got free samples, which are ALWAYS good!
Quite a lot of free wine. Of course, the event cost $25 each. There was chocolate, too, and some cheese and crackers and dip.
DP was talking with some ladies, two about my age, each with her mother, and they were all classic Southern belles. Not looking too dressed up, but in a way that costs as much as everything I own, especially the old ladies. One was very pleased when I told her that I’d noticed her mother earlier, and I knew she was a Belle because she looked absolutely perfect. Like my mother’s friend Mary. Mom says, “Mary’s a belle: the universe gets out of her way!”
I have shirt-tail relatives like that (Belles) but I’ll never see the day when I get to meet them. I’m far too tainted by my common Pioneer ancestors for the Southern Contingent to legitimize me! LOL!
It's the Suthren influence. Conspiracy Guy has a dog that's a belle.
My cousin Tony’s first wife Anne is a Belle. She’s from Pinehurst, NC. I liked her, but the marriage ended badly. Tony’s remarried, but don’t think Anne is.
He’s 61 now, so she must be in her late 50s. Their daughter is getting married later this year, and Tony said he’ll pay Mom’s plane ticket and lodging cost if she’ll keep Aunt Ruth (her sister, his mother) from making a scene. Maybe they’ll invite Anoreth and me if we agree to help!
The late Ash was a belle, too. “The sunbeam has moved. Move my bed.”
Do you even have a cattle prod?
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