Posted on 12/31/2006 7:08:41 PM PST by Mo1
This is the one for me and friends:
Lol!Yep, those look like candy-kiss catching panties to me!
Brother in Colorado Springs????? Hmmmmmm, my lightbulb just went on..... :P
You changing your screen name?
Don't be ashamed of living in Oregon. Some of us live in Massachusetts and California.
I resemble that pic. Brat!
Sorry gurls...my pot calls, and it's calling me black. Supper doings on the stove. See ya all later, it's been fun, fun, fun. ;)
We'll miss you, Grambo. See you soon. :)
Lol! Yeah, I guess as bad as Oregon is, it could always be worse. I gotta git too, LJ, my laundry is calling. I'll see you soon! :)
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Oh...ummm, yeah yes indeed; I am was a genteel *ahem* southern lady of impeccable character and with no taste for wildness or weirdness until I happened upon a band of invisible companions who are given to odd propensities....cavorting about in the dreams of others, assaulting innocent gnomes, tunneling about in basements, living on fantasy tundra beaches, and who knows what other unmentionable amusements. I, of course, in my simple naivete, was unable to defend myself against the likes of such and fear that my innocence has been forever sullied.
*Cough....choke...sputter* The rest of you, hush!
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There are flights into Bentonville.
Wonder if LJ has a graphic for this situation. I don't think the hip waders are gonna get it. I'm thinking "wetsuit."
I've been seeing lots of fat (though confused) robins around the past several days, and signs of courtship behavior from the bluejays. The sun was shining today and the temperature actually got above freezing.
Hey! You're supposed to be on my side. Alright; what'd he pay you?
Of course, if it were a perpetually balmy climate and I had a magnificent steed at my disposal, I could likely adjust. Oh....and the shopping networks and a pocketful of credit cards.
Cavort?
More like a stroll.
And the gnomes deserved it.
They are members of the salt shaker food group...
Wal*Mart has its own airline? Who knew?
Can they count that high?
Grannie, grannie what am I to do with you. You have revealed that which only should be known to my maidens after a long, tiring, apprehensive journey through the all concealing woods in a remote part of the Black Forest. Their sweet bodies carefully covered and warmed by that red lined black cloak, that comforting extension of their sole protector in this strange land.
Valiantly moving towards a fate they cannot imagine but are willing place their trust and simple faith in their champion and true friend, the honorable and courageous Cardy.
You know, my dear tattling gran, how I orchestrate the arrival by the lake for my lady guests to the Chateau in my personal coach, timing our arrival late in the evening to enhance their sense of dread, and abandonment, a ghostly moon illuminates the wind tormented trees pointing the way, as they bow their heads, toward the island castle in the lake.
The reflection of the water are the grace notes for the pregnant silence that quicken the senses , subtly coaxing these sensitive consorts, those special children of nature whose whole existence reminds them of their closeness with the web of life, designed by evolution to feel and understand elemental power and sense the fearsome yet thrilling pull of the unknown of they nestle close to their only protector , their only anchor in this foreboding environment.
Let their sparkling eyes see the scudding clouds hide, if only for a moment their sister moon and in that shadow darkened landscape the Chateau calls to them in that mysterious language only a woman can comprehend.
We will adjust dear gran we will adjust...
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