2. I want to go to Hawaii (after they clean it up and rebuild the roads.)
I want to go to stroll the streets of Paris, I want to see the colors of the water and buildings of Greece, (including the Parthenon) I want to scuba dive the Great Barrier Reef of Australia, I want to see the mountains and green-ness of New Zealand, I'd like to climg to Machu Pichu. And if I live long enough, I want to do much, much more travelling.
3. I've worked hard raising a child on my own the past 20 years, working two and three jobs at a time sometimes, I made a fortune and lost a fortune and spent too much time working instead of travelling. From now on, I deserve the best. Everybody does.
TS, that is the most inane set of arguments I've ever heard of. had to read it three times. gourmet creamed corn from the can, heated or cold was probably giong to fine itself on the mashed potatoes as a garnish!! family holiday arguments are always worth remembering. Here's a good one on new years eve, when I was a kid, Italian on my mothers side where we spent that evening, at my grandfathers. the argument was whether we could go ahead and eat because my uncle and his brood were not yet there. he was 3 hours late, the food was getting overdone, we were hungry and had to go to a midnight event in 45 minutes if we were going to see the giant Walley Fish come down the pole at midnight. they still do this in Port clinton Oh, and it gets televised in the area. my father was a fisherman. rotten at it though. so we couldn't eat because they were late again, the food got horrible. we went to the event, got back, he and his were there, ate all the good stuff, and we had the crap. the argument was why we didn't keep it warm for them so when they got there it would be perfect. my father and his brother never spoke again, and that fued lasted 30+ years. so the cremed corn is about right for Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving to our Canadian neighbours and friends!
And a little anecdote from my last Canadian Thanksgiving with the in-laws. In deference to your sanity, I shall be brief. The argument was whether or not to heat up the creamed corn (from a can, btw). My ex said no, everyone else wanted it warmed. This heated argument went on for 15 or 20 minutes while everything else got cold. I piped up suggesting warming half and keeping the other room temp. This was met with stares as if I had microwaved my own head and grown a third eye.
loneranger06 write: Hey Katie, what kinda bean do you think Trippy is a 'Broad' bean , strong possibility,a French bean, no we couldn't inflict that on her, a runner bean, yep that's a strong one to, a Soya bean, puts the wind up you, could be, a green bean, well she is at times, a jumpin' bean, yes that's it, she's always good for a ...... LOL
Hey Katie, what kinda bean do you think Trippy is a 'Broad' bean , strong possibility,a French bean, no we couldn't inflict that on her, a runner bean, yep that's a strong one to, a Soya bean, puts the wind up you, could be, a green bean, well she is at times, a jumpin' bean, yes that's it, she's always good for a ...... LOL
Does anyone know how to sign, "You're welcome," in sign language for the deaf? I know how to sign, "Thank you," but I don't know how to say you're welcome when someone signs thank you to me.
Last month I was on the streetcar and this woman got on and showed the driver a piece of paper and I heard the driver say, "No I don't know where that is." The woman dug for about a minute and a half in her purse and I was thinking, "What's the hold-up?" Then she handed a piece of paper and a pen to the driver but the driver refused to take it and just said, "I don't know where it is!"
The woman finally turned and walked dejectedly off the streetcar. We preceeded on and I was getting off at the next stop. As we were slowing down to my stop, I asked, "Was that someone who didn't speak English?"
The driver said, "Naw, she was deaf and wanted to know where Woodfield was. I don't know where the heck it is!" The streecar stopped and I said, "Look. It's right here!"
Well, I was going home across the street but I thought about the lost deaf woman so I walked quickly back four blocks and there she was still standing at the previous transit stop, looking bewildered. I caught up to her and asked her slowly if she was looking for Woodfield. She nodded. I jokingly grabbed her hand and nodded for her to come with me.
We got to Woodfield and she signed thank you. I said, "You're welcome," but I would rather have signed it for her.
loneranger06 write: Oh Dear TwippleSSS you've become a faceless bean counter, think the Floridian sun has touched you, cerebral matter gone into melt down, your world is going into reverse, all that coffee you've consume , your shrinking back to being a bean, your going to be a born again bean, not a human bein' either.
Oh Dear TwippleSSS you've become a faceless bean counter, think the Floridian sun has touched you, cerebral matter gone into melt down, your world is going into reverse, all that coffee you've consume , your shrinking back to being a bean, your going to be a born again bean, not a human bein' either.