son of the isolated blurts thread!

[fire_breeze]

I ate pizza last night actually, and it was really bad. I had to fill the gap with two ice creams instead and I hate ice cream.

You mean I'm not the only one?! *wipes tears* There is another normal person out there!

Am I the only traditionalist who waits for Epiphany before putting away the Christmas decorations? Twelve Days of Christmas and all that?

Nope. I put up the decorations on Dec. 23 and they come down on Epiphany.

 

[fire_breeze]

Wrong thread. Sigh.

I need a new brain.

 

[Miles Long]

Wrong thread. Sigh.

I need a new brain.

You hate ice cream???

 

[unregistered]

 

[Doog_kuron]

*sigh* That awkward moment when you're reminded of all you've lost.

I'm not sure this is entirely healthy, dare say one of those shrinks would have a field day, but I've lost a lot too. Perhaps too much, certainly enough to get measured for a nice comfy straight jacket and matching padded cell. I don't keep any personal mementos in sight. Now objects or pictures, nothing that'll stir the ol' grey matter. But I do have a box. It's err ahem, bright pink with floral patterns (they didn't have much choice at the store, I'm manly, honestly).

Anyway this box does house all those items of personal sentiment. Pictures and other assorted items live in there. That way my past doesn't drag me down. But should I ever have the urge to delve into that accursed memory lane, there it is.

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

I don't know what he needs, and I don't know how to help him, and I hate feeling helpless like that.

And worst of all, I'm afraid that he doesn't need *me* anymore.

 

[DesEsseintes]

I don't know what he needs, and I don't know how to help him, and I hate feeling helpless like that.

And worst of all, I'm afraid that he doesn't need *me* anymore.

Ah, turns out all he needed was to highlight your text so it was easier to read. All solved!

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

 

[silverwhisper]

deep dish is not pizza. it's a casserole.

that is all.

ed

 

[pete]

I've heard some of the voices on that thread--mine, while not bad--is not quite up to snuff.

darlin' your soft singing voice defers to no other, with your permission i'd be honored to give it a high place in my thread.

I've been lurking on that thread, but I'm too chickenshit to post there.

then we're even, since i've been too chickenshit to ask you to contribute.
let's conquer our fears together, shall we? your voice post would bring a built-in fan club from the HT, a guarantee most posters didn't have

 

[Eilan]

then we're even, since i've been too chickenshit to ask you to contribute.
let's conquer our fears together, shall we? your voice post would bring a built-in fan club from the HT, a guarantee most posters didn't have

I'm still thinkin' about it. :0

 

[multitalentman]

I'm still thinkin' about it. :0

Pete is right! Go for it!

 

[multitalentman]

Nipples the size of dinner plates!!

umm... you have my attention!

 

[pete]

I'm still thinkin' about it. :0

no worries, it'll be there for a while.

and you can always take it down after a day or two if you wish, before the aliens track you down

http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/facebook/000/158/327/i-dont-care-what-you-say-ancient-fucking-aliens.jpg

 

[pete]

Nipples the size of dinner plates!!

*gasp!!*
who told u???

god i'm so embarrassed.

 

[Saucyminx]

Nipples the size of dinner plates!!

Yeah bro, really--where are these nips? And do we have photo evidence?

 

[Saucyminx]

Ooooh. Wait. Did someone say ... Chuck Norris? *perking up*

I did! A few weeks ago, I was wingman for my niece, shooting partners with a pair of boys, one of which she was interested in, so while I insisted we sit them down, we didn't sit them down with alacrity as is our usual habit. We made them feel good about themselves. As we were shooting, the 6'6ish" extremely well built replica of Chuck Norris from about 25 years ago kept parading past. (He either had a bladder the size of a flea's or was doing coke in the bathroom--I didn't ask).

When he put his quarters on the table, I redirected him to the sign up board. And he said "Are you almost done playing with those boys? I've seen you shoot before Princess, and we both know you are just fucking with them. When you are ready for a real game, I'll be waiting over there."

Princess? Oh hell no. He wanted to play for shots. Despite being half Irish, and being able to hold my liquor quite well, that wasn't going to work. So he suggested playing for a kiss--and I told him I wanted $1 to which he made some snide remark about my kisses only being worth a dollar and I just smiled at him. I then proceeded to kick his ass 10 games straight, ran the table 3 times. Each time I would take the dollar and lay it on the stack at the end of the table. I couldn't believe he hung in 10 games. He was so pissed. I did shake his hand after game 10, leaned over and whispered in his ear--you could have piled that stack to a thousand sugar, and it still wouldn't have been worth one of my kisses. He paid his tab and left.

Pity. He was a magnificent beast--but I think the life lesson was good for him. Haven't seen him since. I wonder if he's off practicing.

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

The worst. I hope you're wrong.

Thank you, so do I. Time will tell.

*sigh*

 

[bailadora]

I did! A few weeks ago, I was wingman for my niece, shooting partners with a pair of boys, one of which she was interested in, so while I insisted we sit them down, we didn't sit them down with alacrity as is our usual habit. We made them feel good about themselves. As we were shooting, the 6'6ish" extremely well built replica of Chuck Norris from about 25 years ago kept parading past. (He either had a bladder the size of a flea's or was doing coke in the bathroom--I didn't ask).

When he put his quarters on the table, I redirected him to the sign up board. And he said "Are you almost done playing with those boys? I've seen you shoot before Princess, and we both know you are just fucking with them. When you are ready for a real game, I'll be waiting over there."

Princess? Oh hell no. He wanted to play for shots. Despite being half Irish, and being able to hold my liquor quite well, that wasn't going to work. So he suggested playing for a kiss--and I told him I wanted $1 to which he made some snide remark about my kisses only being worth a dollar and I just smiled at him. I then proceeded to kick his ass 10 games straight, ran the table 3 times. Each time I would take the dollar and lay it on the stack at the end of the table. I couldn't believe he hung in 10 games. He was so pissed. I did shake his hand after game 10, leaned over and whispered in his ear--you could have piled that stack to a thousand sugar, and it still wouldn't have been worth one of my kisses. He paid his tab and left.

Pity. He was a magnificent beast--but I think the life lesson was good for him. Haven't seen him since. I wonder if he's off practicing.

^^^^ This is one of many reasons why I love you! *swoons*

Blurt #1 - The hubs said the kids voted to deal with the Christmas stuff this coming weekend, so it looks like I get to enjoy it a little longer this year.

Blurt #2 - Three hours of shopping yesterday, and I didn't buy a single thing for myself. I did get to do a Stacy (a la What Not to Wear) though, and that was fun. She walked out with two pairs of slacks, a skirt, a dress, two fitted blouses, and two camis, all for about $140. Not too shabby!

 

[sweetsophie512]

I did! A few weeks ago, I was wingman for my niece, shooting partners with a pair of boys, one of which she was interested in, so while I insisted we sit them down, we didn't sit them down with alacrity as is our usual habit. We made them feel good about themselves. As we were shooting, the 6'6ish" extremely well built replica of Chuck Norris from about 25 years ago kept parading past. (He either had a bladder the size of a flea's or was doing coke in the bathroom--I didn't ask).

When he put his quarters on the table, I redirected him to the sign up board. And he said "Are you almost done playing with those boys? I've seen you shoot before Princess, and we both know you are just fucking with them. When you are ready for a real game, I'll be waiting over there."

Princess? Oh hell no. He wanted to play for shots. Despite being half Irish, and being able to hold my liquor quite well, that wasn't going to work. So he suggested playing for a kiss--and I told him I wanted $1 to which he made some snide remark about my kisses only being worth a dollar and I just smiled at him. I then proceeded to kick his ass 10 games straight, ran the table 3 times. Each time I would take the dollar and lay it on the stack at the end of the table. I couldn't believe he hung in 10 games. He was so pissed. I did shake his hand after game 10, leaned over and whispered in his ear--you could have piled that stack to a thousand sugar, and it still wouldn't have been worth one of my kisses. He paid his tab and left.

Pity. He was a magnificent beast--but I think the life lesson was good for him. Haven't seen him since. I wonder if he's off practicing.

Saucy.

*bowing down*

You are my hero. In this case, heroine!

Fantastic!

He's off crying in his beer and then practicing. *grin*

 

[sweetsophie512]

I don't know what he needs, and I don't know how to help him, and I hate feeling helpless like that.

And worst of all, I'm afraid that he doesn't need *me* anymore.

I don't know who you mean. But, they always do. The need just changes.

They always will.

 

[midwestyankee]

deep dish is not pizza. it's a casserole.

that is all.

ed

Ed, Ed, Ed. Are you still in love with that soggy Saltine with ketchup that they sell in New Yawk? When will you learn to appreciate great cuisine?

 

[pete]

I do declare today to be Phill Collins Friday. Except it's Tuesday. Whatever. Get your PHIL on.

su- su- sudio tuesday?

 

[Saucyminx]

Got a call from Babyminx's Health Ed teacher today. Seems they are covering the chapter on sexuality, and they are particularly stressing abstinence. (I knew this because Babyminx has been bitching about how hypocritical this teacher is, and quoting statistics at me for 2 weeks.) Today, they had to fill in a chart with headings such as, How to Practice Abstinence, The Emotional advantages of Abstinence. .. etc.

Apparently "To not do the dew" and "To control your wangus" are not appropriate answers for the How to Practice part of the chart.

But the topper came when he said to the class "Don't forget to fill in your boxes."

That is when Babyminx went into stand up comic mode and piped up, "But Mr. Health Ed teacher, isn't the whole point of abstinence to NOT fill in your box?"

Well shit. I had to fake a coughing fit. After he finished his appalled recitation, I pointed out that at least she had been paying attention, and got the gist of the lesson. I think I have detention tomorrow now too. . . .

 

[Saucyminx]

I have only myself to blame. I do realize that but timing! We keep discussing timing and knowing your audience. She needs to work on that.

Tonight, she declared glitter to be the herpes of the crafting world.