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#151
May 17, 2015, 04:32 PM
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That's interesting about first memories Art. Mine is of being alone in my crib in the dark playing by myself and hearing the grownups downstairs talking and laughing. It sounded like they were having a grownup party that I wasn't allowed to be part of...
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#152
May 17, 2015, 04:57 PM
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#153
May 17, 2015, 05:01 PM
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Mmmm, I remember those. They're like crispy Indian crackers - like shrimp crackers almost. My dad used to crumble them into his curry.
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#154
May 17, 2015, 05:19 PM
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The ride got called on account of severe mud and flooding. My horse was absolutely perfect. My D was riding in her first 'real' competition in a long time. She was riding a leased horse in the horse's first competition ever. So instead of taking my current competition horse, I grabbed my older, very reliable horse who has just been giving rides to little children for the last two years. She is not in great physical condition, but is a good natural athlete, and was really good-natured about being pulled out of retirement to babysit a young horse in her first competition. I had a perfect score before they called the ride off. I have never had a perfect score in front of this judge before. hahaha. Story of my life. My D and I had a wonderful, beautiful day, and my horse was perfect so I am really happy.
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| Anonymous43207, unaluna
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| BonnieJean, CantExplain
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#155
May 17, 2015, 05:29 PM
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Happy horse, happy rider.
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#156
May 17, 2015, 05:47 PM
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#157
May 17, 2015, 06:08 PM
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Can I join the couch? I need a place to rest my tired self. I don't like cool whip, though, only real whipped cream. Does that disqualify me? I do want a blow torch for my kitchen. I'm not a snuggler, unless it's with my kids or my dogs.
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| CantExplain, Ellahmae
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#158
May 17, 2015, 06:46 PM
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#159
May 17, 2015, 06:58 PM
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The seven year old is trying to roast a marshmallow using a desk lamp o.O
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#160
May 17, 2015, 07:00 PM
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I think not liking cool whip puts you in the majority. I've never tried the stuff myself, but I've heard scary things...
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#162
May 17, 2015, 08:02 PM
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I am doing my housework depression-style, do one room then have long rest. Thing is, im not depressed just very tired. Yes CE i am hydrated. My feet are really sore too which is unusual.
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| CantExplain, JustShakey
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#163
May 17, 2015, 08:03 PM
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A gene for blowtorching..heaven forbid.
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#164
May 17, 2015, 08:07 PM
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I'd trade my gene for blow torching for a gene for housekeeping! BPA hope you feel better soon!
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#165
May 17, 2015, 08:10 PM
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Indeed...
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#166
May 17, 2015, 08:19 PM
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Thanks sm
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#167
May 17, 2015, 08:34 PM
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I'm becoming tongue tied, which isn't hard for me to do, but I'm feeling rather like I've swallowed my entire shoe at this point. Back to the couch!
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#168
May 17, 2015, 09:40 PM
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Nevermind......I'm so over it.....! (Meh. Husbands.)
Last edited by Anonymous43207; May 17, 2015 at 09:40 PM. Reason: changed my mind |
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#169
May 17, 2015, 09:54 PM
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#170
May 17, 2015, 09:55 PM
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(((art)))
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#171
May 17, 2015, 10:16 PM
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Thanks Ellah. I'm sorry you're feeling that way too. I just have to keep reminding myself to let him deal with his "stuff" and stop taking it on myself so much.
(((Ellahmae))) |
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#172
May 17, 2015, 11:14 PM
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Wow, it is already Monday here.
CVS went well tonight. Had issues whiel driving home making my trip take forever. I get a mile away from my turn to go to where I live and the street is blocked by about 10 emergency vehicles (police cars and fire trucks). So, I go turn before my turn and go a mile North, turn again and go 4 miles East, turn again and go 1 mile South, turn again and go what I hoped would be 3 miles West to get to my street from the other direction than I usually do. But I only made it 2 miles West and the street was blocked again, so I had to turn down some side street I never heard of and guess at what streets to turn onto to try to get home. I did finally find a street I was familiar with and knew how to get home. Stupid emergency vehicles, though it must be pretty serious if that long of a stretch of road was closed. I hope everyone involved makes a full recovery. Ate supper when I got home. I did 2/$20 deal at Chili's when I went this afternoon (what I wanted for lunch would have been about $17, so I figued I might as well do the 2/$20 and get supper too for later. It works, then I had something to eat after work. Middle school job tomorrow (errr... today), then CVS again. I like to stay busy. Well, I should probably go try to get some sleep, so I can be alert tomorrow (err...later today). Night couch. |
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#173
May 17, 2015, 11:47 PM
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The lamp didn't cut it, so she did end up using the stove Still though - she came up with the lamp idea all by herself. The birth of innovation
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#174
May 18, 2015, 12:07 AM
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OK, I just made that one up.
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#175
May 18, 2015, 12:41 AM
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