Well, I enjoyed 'em
Posted By: thanks for posting it on 2009-05-13
In Reply to: Modern Sofa Designs - GabbyChick
Doubt I'd have the guts to buy most of them, even if I could afford it. They are fun and certainly a conversation piece - if I had a business with a lobby, I'd go for at least one just to be memorable.
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Wow - I really enjoyed that. nm
So glad you enjoyed it!
My copy is STILL in the bag sitting next to me on my desk here. I just can't bring myself to take it out of the bag much less open it up. I almost want to re-read the series all over again before reading this one. I honestly have forgotten a lot, because I always gobble them up the same day they come out.
I think what I'll miss most is the excitement that came with each book's release--even out here in northeast bumfu@$.. the fans lined up hours in advance, some even wearing black robes and striped ties and what not. Very fun! The energy was just phenomenal for a BOOK release! That woman is my hero for being the one responsible for creating all that. Just wow.
I have really enjoyed reading all of these.
Thank you for all your help.
How sad! I enjoyed watching her on Jay Leno.
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Love piggies, too! I think I enjoyed them more than
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Glad you all enjoyed the little diversion
I need to go there to be creative after a long day of ESLs.
I enjoyed that. Apparently my brain is
26! That's 14 years younger than the rest of me! LOL
Agree 100%, I enjoyed watching and listening
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I totally enjoyed the 1970s... my favorite decade!
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I totally enjoyed the 1970s... my favorite decade!
Of course, things were pretty primitive back then: No cell phones.
No digital cameras... you hd to use FILM.
No CD or MP3 players.
Tapes were 8-tracks, before cassettes came along.
No sunscreen - just suntan lotion. (We used baby oil or cocoa butter. And now we've got the wrinkles and precancerous skin-blotches to prove it!)
No personal computers.
No email or text messaging.
No YouTube or Craigslist! (How did we ever survive?)
No ATM machines at the bank.
No anti-lock brakes in cars.
Not one, but TWO 'gas-shortages', where you had to wait hours in line for gasoline, and they'd ration it to 20 gal. You bought gas on even or odd-numbered days, whichever matched your license-plate number.
However, I used the gas-lines to good advantage. They gave me the time to read a book, write long letters, pay my bills, do crosswords, or balance my checkbook.
I remember the first video-game, "Pong". I LOVED Pong. I was addicted, and could play it for hours. It was slow. Just my speed.
When you went to the airport to see off or meet people, you could go all the way to the ramp of the plane. Now, it's a wonder they let any of us in the airport at all. You could just wander around in the airport, visit gift shops, eat in the restaurants, watch planes take off and land. I've actually even been on dates to the airport.
Parking spaces back then actually accommodated full-sized cars.
Loved John Denver, Gordon Lightfoot, and the whole folk music and 'back-to-the-earth' thing that was going on in the early 70s. Thought it would last forever. Was kind of sad when disco took over, but I loved the Village People, and of course now I still LOVE disco, and wish that had lasted, too. Not sure yet if I'll be saying that about Rap, 3 decades from now, but who knows, maybe I will.
JAWS was the big movie in 1975. Saw it with my sister, who had already seen it once and screamed and grabbed my arm every time the scary music started. After the guy's head bobbed down in to the opening of that bitten-up rowboat, I think we both had to be scraped off the ceiling. I haven't been back to swimming or body-surfing in the ocean since.
The Renaissance Faire was a really big deal in my area. We used to look forward to it all year long. My sister's friend had her face all painted like a mime (mimes were big in the 70s), and then came to our house for dinner after we all got home from the Faire. Totally freaked out my dad.
You could still go to Disneyland without having to take out a loan at the bank.
My friends were taking 'Hustle' dancing lessons.
People got 'Pet Rocks' as gifts.
In the 60's, for some reason it was suddenly very un-cool to ride a bike, especially for girls. Wouldn't be caught dead riding one to school, no matter how many books we had to carry. No one had backpacks then, either. So girls always piled up their textbooks on top of their loose-leaf binders, and carried them in their arms cross their chests. (Maybe that's why my elbows are now arthritic?) Suddenly, in the 70's, the sport of bike-riding exploded. Bike paths started being built everywhere. I had a beat-up old 10-speed my sister gave me, and I rode that thing all over creation. Back then we didn't need any of the fancy bike-gear. Few, if any, people wore helmets. I never owned a pair of bike-shorts until at least 2 decades later! Instead, since we all rode our bikes with our bell-bottom/flared pants, we had to fold the bottoms of the pants over and tie it with piece of string to keep the pants from getting caught in the bicycle chain.
Every summer my best friend and I would put on our bikinis and take our horses for a ride on the beach in Santa Barbara.
When I finally got ride of my old monaural, AM-only radio in my car, and got a stereo FM radio, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I SO appreciated DJ's who just talked in soft voice, instead of screaming all the time like the AM DJ's did.
I liked the bell-bottom or flared jeans. Also when everyone sewed patches to them. I had one pair with 92 patches and lots of hand-embroidery on the pockets. The popular color combinations were rust and forest green, also turqouise and lime green.
Everybody had long hair, including the guys.
AIDS didn't exist yet.
Saturday Night Live was in its early years, and had what is still considered to be the best cast. Loved Gilda Radner, Chevy Chase, etc. My dad thought SNL was a degenerate show, and forbid my youngest sister and me to watch it. We'd yawn and say good night and pretend to go to bed at 9:30 or 10:00 PM, then set our alarms and get up at 11:30, and sneak out into the living room to watch it after our parents had gone to bed.
Everyone wore 'Wallabys' shoes. They were tan suede with thick crepe soles. They were REALLY comfortable, but had one fatal flaw: They were slippery as heck on wet floors. I was running to class at school on a rainy day, slipped, and actually did a COMPLETE BACK-FLIP, landing on my stomach right in front of a teacher, who at first looked horrified, then seemed rather amused.
I had a mood ring. I was extremely saddened to lose it some years later, when it slipped off my finger in the shower at a motel, and went down the drain. :(
Everybody wore hand-made jewelry. Lots of turquoise. One popular ring was a silver spoon handle curved to form a silver ring. (I still have mine.)
In around 1974 or 75, I had my first 'computer' job doing data entry for a pencil factory. It was on-the-job training. The computer room had to be kept freezing-cold. You had to wear Arctic expedition gear to go in there to work. The hard drives were the size of refrigerators, and there were 6 or 7 of them. Each one held several disks that were about an inch or two thick, and about a foot and a half in diameter. That computer was NOT user-friendly! If you typed the wrong keys in the wrong sequence, it blew the lights out in the entire complex, not just our office.
In about 1976, I started doing MT. My first job was on an IBM Mag-Card typewriter, but most of my jobs were on a regular Correcting Selectric. I worked a regular 8-hour day, had paid vacations and sick days (which were SEPARATE), and was appreciated and paid well. Now THOSE were the good old days! ;)
Cut 'em off.....!!!
We have the same situation here. My husband's stepfather totally cut us off after his biological mother passed away! I still get blamed, of course the wife!!! I was left out of the obituary on purpose! It stinks, and I've gotten past it now, but the stepsister calls with "oh we miss you". This is a bunch of crap! After 3 years, I bet all she misses is the gossip and causing trouble! Cut 'em off! Cut 'em off! Let your children know that sometimes their Daddy is yelling because he feels hurt, and that is his way of "dealing". Sounds like you have a grip anyway on dealing with both your husband and children and that you have a wonderful family right in your own home! The only other option is to "hash it out", but leave the children out of it! Hope this helps.... I don't know if it will or not, but your situation really brought out some "hurt feelings" for me personally... Take care and God Bless. Hope it all works out...
Yes! Geaux get 'em!
Water 'em! (sm)
Hose them down outside, put them in the shower, or leave them out in the rain.
Only other option get rid of 'em. Which would cat
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Tell 'em siser...
So when they get tired of being fluffy, they come here, rouse things up, and then go back and report that this board is childish, but of course that's the pot calling the kettle black now isn't?????? 
I actually would rather be here as there are a lot of different topics and you don't get bashed by the moderator because you feel a certain way! Go moderators!! Keep up the good work here on Stars... Sometimes ya' just want to vent and not have SS up your tailend with e-mails that make absolutely no sense!!!!
The funny part is instead of them calling themselves miserable, they come over, copy paste and then make a thread out of a borrowed post from here... 
maybe husband just likes 'em
however, not my cuppa tea....
Nah. Just let 'em prop on my belly. LOL
Nah...I just tuck 'em into my socks...
Where? I wanna go pick 'em myself.
Ponchatoula?
Give 'em a shower! sm
I spray mine with 409, let it sit for about 10 minutes and then shower it off. Or, I stick them out in a down pour and they get nice and clean.
We hate 'em all. - LOL - Luv Phyllis
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Tell 'em you're going to SELL them to the
niece and restaurant -- are those right? can't get 'em
just hate that. i've added those to my Expander so they correct themselves... i know there's more ...
Stores are trying to make 'em get their
If you can't control 'em at home, no way will it be
Most of us would like to see a movie or go out to dinner in peace, without having other people's little indiscretions trying to eat off of our plates. Keep 'em off airplanes, too, for that matter.
Gotta give 'em credit though, ya' know...
Not many people would take that plunge!
HEY, Y'ALL VOTED FOR 'EM. don't whine now! nm
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It doesn't stop 'em from coming around, but
kill 'em and clean 'em at the same time -- using a spray bottle with a good spray and some type of cleaner (even watered down) in it, stun them with the spray first, then totally blast them with the spray . . . wipe with paper towel.
Now they unfortunately call 'em designer dogs...
but they're really just muts. They are all lhasa-poo's. It all began when we lived in a townhouse in the city of Lowell, MA. I really wanted a dog but they (the condo association) had a weight restriction of 40 pounds. So, we were out for a Sunday drive one day and happened upon this lady walking the cutest little dog. She told us where she got it and we drove right to the kennel that day. They had one puppy left (our Winston) and we snatched him up right on the spot.
He's getting mighty old and to help the hurt of his eventual passing not be as bad, I had the bright idea to get his replacement another lhasa-poo( a couple of years ago (Patton). Well, the young whipper snapper was constantly pestering poor old Winston, so I said, "Hey, we need to get him a playmate." Enter the third little guy, "Sherman." Also a lhasa-poo. So there ya have it.
The oldster is still with us...blind, toothless, and kinda stinky, but it's one big happy family of little portable dogs and I don't think I'll ever get a big dog just because I like the little lap dogs. They are totally gay though---little puffs of yappiness.
Gave 'em a shower - look brand new - thanks!! (nm)
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That's why Hayseed's neighbor shoots 'em
He probably had his house skunked, and never wants to go through it again.
There are sprays that you can use, bit I just swish 'em in soapy water
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my Home Depot has 'em. no message inside.
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Both of our kids wear the Focus Dailies disposables. They like 'em. nm
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They may still bloom in the sun, but the most intense color will come in the shade. Love 'em! nm
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C'mon ladies-God wouldn't have given you maracas if he didn't want you to shake 'em! sm
The blonde dance instructor in Dirty Dancing.
I love it.
Give 'em a swish in the sink. If concerned about color running, try with 1 stem or leaf first. Or
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Cook 'em however you both will like but cook n serve kraut separately. Great with cooked
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