I have been having computer problems, when I checked back into the cafe I couldn’t even read it as the margins were sooooooo wide, so decided to start a new one, now folks be mindful of the margins….long conversations, just go to new comment and start a new section…k…lol..you guys!!!!!!!!
Ok I’m heading back to work on problems now!!!!
hmmmmmm…..let me see….I think we have to take this to the Supreme Court of the cafe for solution to see if we need to take the dreaded 86 action…lol…
Oh Second, what will we do with you….thanks for the chuckle when I read your comment…hugs to you!!!!
There were the (ahem) “cocksucker” stick candy — molded hard candy (brilliantly colored with swirls and stripes and things) in the shape of cock-and-balls, on a stick so you could lick it… somewhat larger than life-size. This was in Denmark, where violence is considered bad for kids but nudity is no big deal, and apparently they were very popular… with elementary school kids. (A friend of mine in Denmark sent me the newspaper article — wish I knew where I put it). But they proved to be a bit too much even for the Danish sense of propriety and were discontinued.
You CAN still get suckers in the shape of giant baby pacifiers (complete with plastic ring to hold on to), though.
If you can find it, you should get a copy of “How to Be a Jewish Mother” by Dan Greenburg and give it to him.
He can learn things like the maximum distance a child is allowed to move away from home (multiply the speed in miles per hour from your house to the new location by amount of time it takes a frozen lambchop to defrost in your purse).
of being a jewish mother — it’s not you that’s bad, it’s him because he didn’t go where you were going. A son who loved his mother would have immediately packed up and followed her south, willing, for his mother’s sake, to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous mayonnaise on hot dogs.
for all my joking about guilt, I can’t say that I really think that it’s that great an idea (though my mother is a talent and can wield guilt with laser-precision). I’m curious as to what your mother thinks guilt would have been a substitute for — for my mom it’s a substitute for authority.
I think she’s already made her peace with the independence thing. 🙂 She did make fun of me for raising children who think…told me I’d regret when they were teenagers, LOL!
Let them chew over these results for a bit, when there is still some appetite the GOP can review the PF deck of cards as listed in CT Man’s linked site of Progressive Thinkers.
Thanks for giving us a comfi feeling for the day -US- and night for us Euro bound BooTribbers.
I love Black and Decker!!! They had some good blenders. Then something happened….I blew out TWO in one year. Those things used to be able to make GRAVEL-ritas.
I have a lot of Black and Decker tools, but never one of their blenders.
I know what you mean about older blenders and how they’d puree just about anything. The new ones just ain’t what they used to be – but then who/what is.? 😉
Luna was my birhtday gift, last year. She’s already rolled in very wet possum poop this morning One side of her ruff is green), so I’m not thinking she’s planning on anything special, as far as I’m concerned.
Myriad, on the other hand, gave me a lovely card. It’s by and Australian artist, Lynn Naismith, featuring baby Tawny Frogmouths.
You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too — yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you!
I was happy last night to know that Hubby and I had contributed to Kaine’s victory in Virginia. Then, this morning, cold reality splashed in my face. Hubby got the job in Plymouth, NC and we made an offer on a house in Williamston, 15 miles west/inland and it was accepted. We’re moving Dec. 10th to gawd-awful NE NC into a house on 3/4 acre. Good-bye organic farm dreams. Good-bye Blue Ridge Mountains.
The house is pretty amazing with three fireplaces, even one in the kitchen! I do get to have a 1/4 acre garden and chickens. So it’s not so bad that I’ll be surrounded by backward, Baptist racists. I’ll just hole up in my big-ass brick rambler and rely on my virtual friends here to keep me sane.
After months of limbo locked up in a small apt., I am looking forward to all the work I’m going to have to do. I’ll be cutting sod and building beds in sandy loam to be ready for Spring/January planting, removing atrocious wallpaper and painting, having all my stuff accessible in wondrous built-in birch cabinets. Hey, the house even has a dedicated sewing room, for goodness sake! I shouldn’t be so sad about trading mountain views for mammoth mosquitoes. Really, I shouldn’t.
I wish I could be a good virtual buddy and say something really comforting but I’ve been ensconced in the same house since 1979 and you couldn’t get me out of it with a giant prybar so mostly I just really sympathize with how you are feeling and hope you get pleasantly surprised.
But you will be relatively close to the beach! And good kayaking if you had the desire!
And you will be able to have chickens…did I tell you I got aracaunas and silver-laced wyandottes? My favorite ones personality-wise are the buff brahmas, though.
And we’ll still all be here. I’m sorry you won’t get to the farm and the log house, though; I would be bummed too.
I just finished reading it — What an amazing discussion. I guess I should be glad I didn’t have time to stop in today. If I’d have found that diary, I wouldn’t have gotten anything done at all!
I was going to post my favorite quote (or even two), but it’s impossible to choose. I can’t even decide who posted the best comment.
Well, I am gone for awhile and come back to find…..what….margins blown again….had to put it in dynamic threaded just to read without going crazy…lol…what am I gonna do, do you all want another diary today or is this one still ok to use.
I have been having computer problems, when I checked back into the cafe I couldn’t even read it as the margins were sooooooo wide, so decided to start a new one, now folks be mindful of the margins….long conversations, just go to new comment and start a new section…k…lol..you guys!!!!!!!!
Ok I’m heading back to work on problems now!!!!
Good afternoon to you all…
Good news from UK. i’m glad Tony Blair has been defeated on a civil liberties issue… Democracy is not dead after all!
Too bad France is led 2 to nil by Costa Rica…
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BREAKING NEWS —
Listen to {BBC World Live}
Controversial anti-terror legislation defeated 322 – 291 in House of Commons where Labor has a clear majority.
BBC News – Tony Blair Defeated Over Terror Laws
See my previous post in FBC diary!
“Treason doth never prosper: what’s the reason?
For if it prosper, none dare call it treason.”
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France defeated Costa-Rica 3-2…!
And it seems that the socialist party members finally voted right…
Are we talking about soccer of what?
Yes, soccer, football (the real one), futebol…
I’m so ashamed of myself, Diane…tis I who blew the margins out. I am hanging my head in remorse.
Does this mean I’ve been 86’ed from the Cafe?
It was in the middle of a very engaging discussion…
Don’t feel bad!
hmmmmmm…..let me see….I think we have to take this to the Supreme Court of the cafe for solution to see if we need to take the dreaded 86 action…lol…
Oh Second, what will we do with you….thanks for the chuckle when I read your comment…hugs to you!!!!
If he is convicted, I will ask Boo to give him a pardon.
can I eavesdrop in the confessional when you try to explain your sin?
The last time I went to confession I actually lied in the confessional…which has to be some kind of sin in itself. It was in 1981.
My hat is off to you.
Maybe it’s funnier in a Protestant context where we only ask forgiveness directly. Lying to God lol!
tis I who blew the margins out
Wow, she buzzes, she blows, what else can she do? You know it’s always the shy ones that have the most impressive repertoire of ‘hidden’ talent.
Oh, Indy, you’re so sweetly naive. Being married means never having to say blow. Or I’m sorry.
I was hoping I could get away with using that word while you were preoccupied with your eagerly awaited diary.
Man!!!! I hate talking to myself in a CHAT room!!
I brought funnies and cookies and then the echoe came and I realized I was alone. ACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Those were pretty funny cookies…
There were the (ahem) “cocksucker” stick candy — molded hard candy (brilliantly colored with swirls and stripes and things) in the shape of cock-and-balls, on a stick so you could lick it… somewhat larger than life-size. This was in Denmark, where violence is considered bad for kids but nudity is no big deal, and apparently they were very popular… with elementary school kids. (A friend of mine in Denmark sent me the newspaper article — wish I knew where I put it). But they proved to be a bit too much even for the Danish sense of propriety and were discontinued.
You CAN still get suckers in the shape of giant baby pacifiers (complete with plastic ring to hold on to), though.
so what am I, chopped liver?
Oooh, ooh, can I tell my favorite light bulb joke? Never mind, I’m telling it anyway…
“How many Jewish mothers does it take to change a light bulb?”
“That’s okay, I’ll just sit here in the dark…”
How is it that met my mother and never told me?
Heh…I’ve had friends who referred to me as the “token gentile” before…
they’ll ask you to be the Shabbos Shiksa.
My oldest son asks me how I’ve perfected being a Jewish mother.
That boy…he never calls. What am I…chopped liver?
If you can find it, you should get a copy of “How to Be a Jewish Mother” by Dan Greenburg and give it to him.
He can learn things like the maximum distance a child is allowed to move away from home (multiply the speed in miles per hour from your house to the new location by amount of time it takes a frozen lambchop to defrost in your purse).
What does it mean if the mother is the one that moves away from the son? I mean besides that she’s a horrible mother.
of being a jewish mother — it’s not you that’s bad, it’s him because he didn’t go where you were going. A son who loved his mother would have immediately packed up and followed her south, willing, for his mother’s sake, to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous mayonnaise on hot dogs.
I’m obviously not up to the task. I never thought of that angle, but I will try it out on him and see how it goes over.
I could sign you up for a training session with my mother in The Gentle Art of Guilt-tripping Your Children.
is that she didn’t use more guilt when raising her children…she tells me all the time…
for all my joking about guilt, I can’t say that I really think that it’s that great an idea (though my mother is a talent and can wield guilt with laser-precision). I’m curious as to what your mother thinks guilt would have been a substitute for — for my mom it’s a substitute for authority.
She’s joking when she says it, but I think she thinks we would have been more docile and obedient.
I am a lost cause in that department, of course.
that you have it from an expert that guilt does not lead to docile and obedient kids — just ones who are really good at dealing with manipulation.
I think she’s already made her peace with the independence thing. 🙂 She did make fun of me for raising children who think…told me I’d regret when they were teenagers, LOL!
my mother always told me that one day I’d have children of my own and then I’d be sorry — but I did the obvious end-around that one.
My mom figured I’d get the docile children she thought she should have had (she was wrong).
I can’t resist replying to this — can we reach the point where we just have one line of characters down the edge of the section?
Nope!
It blew the margin. Whoops….
I thought you and I had our own “room” 🙂
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GOP Senators?
The Bald Eagle Is Soaring Again!
Let them chew over these results for a bit, when there is still some appetite the GOP can review the PF deck of cards as listed in CT Man’s linked site of Progressive Thinkers.
Thanks for giving us a comfi feeling for the day -US- and night for us Euro bound BooTribbers.
Cross-posted from diary ::If you are a Republican Senator...
“Treason doth never prosper: what’s the reason?
For if it prosper, none dare call it treason.”
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Go ahead, sing the song.
Singing, Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you……and many more…..Best wishes on this day, may your next year be full of joy and wonder!!!!!
Thank you, kind proprietor.
Did I mention that chocolate cake, with a raspberry filling between the layers, is my favorite?
It’s a beautiful sunny day here in OZ. I’ve already been for a walk in the bush with my partner and the dog.
What more could a girl ask for? (Well, power tools, if you’re me).
Here’s what Imogen/myriad’s mum got me.
Well, actually, she gave me the money, and I picked it out.
Just what I needed for refinishing our floors.
I love Black and Decker!!! They had some good blenders. Then something happened….I blew out TWO in one year. Those things used to be able to make GRAVEL-ritas.
I have a lot of Black and Decker tools, but never one of their blenders.
I know what you mean about older blenders and how they’d puree just about anything. The new ones just ain’t what they used to be – but then who/what is.? 😉
I can’t sing in tune. So I think I’ll stick to just saying “Happy Birthday!”
Who got you the best gift — myriad or luna?
Luna was my birhtday gift, last year. She’s already rolled in very wet possum poop this morning One side of her ruff is green), so I’m not thinking she’s planning on anything special, as far as I’m concerned.
Myriad, on the other hand, gave me a lovely card. It’s by and Australian artist, Lynn Naismith, featuring baby Tawny Frogmouths.
Inside, it says I can have whatever I want.
and I’m looking forward to a picture of luna in all her green splendor in the dog blog.
Maybe Luna was trying to be thematic, as I just got hired to produce Green Tasmania, the magazine of the Tasmanian Greens Party.
You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too — yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you!
That is the BEST. CAKE. EVER!
Happy B-Day!!!
Would Waltzing Matilda be apropos? :{)
How many my friend?
Peace
43
Which seems to be the age where age is “just a number.”
Yay! In honor of your series:
Rufff Rufffff Ruff Ruff Rufff Rufffffff
Rufff Rufffff Ruff Ruff Rufff Rufffffff
Ruffff Ruff RUUUFFFFF Ruff Dear Keres!
Rufff Rufffff Ruff Ruff Rufff Rufffffff
And many more!
Much better than the Jingle Bells version.
Thank you.
Another birthday song in honor of your series:
Hippo Birdy Two Ewes,
Hippo Birdy Two Ewes,
Hippo Bird-y Two Ew-ewes,
Hippo Birdy Two Ewes!
Happy, happy birthday Keres! (My cat was reluctant to express any well-wishes ;^)
Hoping you’re having a fabulous day, with many more on the horizon.
Cats like me, really! They’ll pick me out of a crowd – as the lap of choice.
I think I have “sucker” tattoo-ed on my forehead, in a spectrum only visable to animals.
from the whole gang:
Thanks.
Except, I suddenly feel like a sheep. 😉
I was happy last night to know that Hubby and I had contributed to Kaine’s victory in Virginia. Then, this morning, cold reality splashed in my face. Hubby got the job in Plymouth, NC and we made an offer on a house in Williamston, 15 miles west/inland and it was accepted. We’re moving Dec. 10th to gawd-awful NE NC into a house on 3/4 acre. Good-bye organic farm dreams. Good-bye Blue Ridge Mountains.
The house is pretty amazing with three fireplaces, even one in the kitchen! I do get to have a 1/4 acre garden and chickens. So it’s not so bad that I’ll be surrounded by backward, Baptist racists. I’ll just hole up in my big-ass brick rambler and rely on my virtual friends here to keep me sane.
After months of limbo locked up in a small apt., I am looking forward to all the work I’m going to have to do. I’ll be cutting sod and building beds in sandy loam to be ready for Spring/January planting, removing atrocious wallpaper and painting, having all my stuff accessible in wondrous built-in birch cabinets. Hey, the house even has a dedicated sewing room, for goodness sake! I shouldn’t be so sad about trading mountain views for mammoth mosquitoes. Really, I shouldn’t.
I wish I could be a good virtual buddy and say something really comforting but I’ve been ensconced in the same house since 1979 and you couldn’t get me out of it with a giant prybar so mostly I just really sympathize with how you are feeling and hope you get pleasantly surprised.
But you will be relatively close to the beach! And good kayaking if you had the desire!
And you will be able to have chickens…did I tell you I got aracaunas and silver-laced wyandottes? My favorite ones personality-wise are the buff brahmas, though.
And we’ll still all be here. I’m sorry you won’t get to the farm and the log house, though; I would be bummed too.
I remember my uncle fed the barn cats this way. Hah!
Hi everyone!
I worked late tonight & just finished catching up on all the activity today.
I wish I could have been here.
go visit kansas’ What’s So Bleeping Intelligent About It diary.
It’s a really fun attempt to overcome the disaster of that is the Kansas Board of Education
I just finished reading it — What an amazing discussion. I guess I should be glad I didn’t have time to stop in today. If I’d have found that diary, I wouldn’t have gotten anything done at all!
I was going to post my favorite quote (or even two), but it’s impossible to choose. I can’t even decide who posted the best comment.
for blown margins — Second Nature (now also known as the shy bitch goddess of the left aka SIN) did the first one. So you’re in exalted company today.
It’s kind of addictive, I had to stop myself from adding more and more comments just to push it farther!
giving in to evil temptation.
Time for me to go to bed. Try not to get into too much trouble 😉
Get some rest, tomorrow’s Thursday & we’re counting on you to be at your best.
Well, I am gone for awhile and come back to find…..what….margins blown again….had to put it in dynamic threaded just to read without going crazy…lol…what am I gonna do, do you all want another diary today or is this one still ok to use.
(bowing)
That would be me. And I can’t deny it was fun.