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Posted on 12/01/2006 12:55:15 PM PST by ecurbh
Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is anoble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
Heh. I made the vet's Christmas card list.
Hey, I had another crazy person talk to me the other day in Walmart. I saw her...she looked crazy, all dressed up strange, talking to herself...I leaned down and whispered to Matthew "You watch, a crazy person is going to come over and start talking to me."
She made a bee-line for me, sis...I kid you not. She came right up to me and said something. It didn't make any sense, I just nodded and smiled and strolled off. Looked back and saw her talking to a trash can in the Subway (that's located in the Walmart).
Matthew was like "How did you know she was going to talk to you??"
I asked him "Did she make any sense to you?" because I was wondering if maybe I just couldn't hear her well, she was mumbling. Matthew said he couldn't understand her either.
May I mumble dogface to the banana patch?
You certainly may!
I have a history (which the Hobbit Hole mostly knows about) of attracting crazy people. They always want to talk to me...or shout at me.
THEY DO? THAT DOESN'T SEEM TO HAPPEN TO ME. I WONDER WHY...
Heh heh!!
I've always wondered--are you supposed to send them one back? LSA
Maybe you're called to be a witness to insane people.
Oh dear...
Have I ever shouted at you, 2J?
Sanity check!
No no! LOL
The guy that shouted at me was apparently very upset at his mother and all women in general and decided that while I was trying to pick out a bag of chips in the HEB, he'd tell me all about it at the top of his lungs. He came charging down the aisle, shouting about it.
Needless to say, I left without any chips.
This was years ago, in Austin, when Steve and I were first married.
It was at this same HEB (near S. Congress Ave., Rose) that the lady that was all dressed up like she was going line dancing at Gilly's came up to me when I was trying to buy cough drops...her eyes were rolling and she looked absolutely paniced...told me that the government was controlling our brains using cold preparations.
I told you about that, I'm sure!
Sounds as though she needed some series chemicals, or had already ingested some.
There's a great song by an outfit known as "Was (Not was)" called "Needless to say, the party broke up".
Good song.
It's from the album "Born to laugh a tornados".
Heh.
So... there I was at thirty thousand feet when... all of a sudden... outta nowhere...
I'm getting highly annoyed at Amazon tonight. Well...not really at them, but...
Since I'm not going home and since it'll cost a lot more for me to ship stuff than it would for mail order places to do it (and because, let's face it, I don't wanna go to *town*), I'm doing some Christmas shopping tonight. And yes, you can find almost ANYTHING at Amazon. But except for a few things, nothing SHIPS from Amazon. So you get to pay many shipping fees. That was what I was hoping to avoid, durn it.
Then there's the added problem that if I just get one big present, it seems like a cop-out...but if I get just one or two people individual gifts, I feel like I gotta do the same for everyone, and that's not that easy. Most of them are hard to buy for...Jim, in particular is like the guy from that comic strip yesterday. If he wants something, he's likely bought it. Ungh.
OK, I think I'm done ranting fer now.
Hey, Rosie--just bake a huge batch of chocolate chip cookies, send them in one of those five-pounder holiday tins, and let everyone fight over them!
Heh...that'd be a swell idea, except that I don't have a working oven. ;-)
I'm thinking I get some sort of DVD set for the big present, some books for Dad, and maybe splurge on some sort of snack like cheese balls, and leave it at that.
Welcome to the Hobbit Hole, by the way!
ruh roh
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