Random Facts Sunny-N-Warm Edition XLIII

That post was from my train angel. She was very good to me on my ride home tonight, and I love her.

I think that actually she knows more than she says. The important thing to me right now is that she shows love to me. I needed that.

 

i have not clicked on the "Men and their ways" thread.

 

I went there for laughs

 

RF - A few years ago I came /this/ close to moving to Costa Rica, there was just one issue we couldn't work out and so didn't move.
I regret that.

 

Rf I always wanted to move to Hawaii

 

Just bought a black 'SATEEN' dress shirt. It took me like 15 minutes to remove all the cardboard, plastic staples, etc. It is very comfortable and fits perfectly.

I'm wondering if I'm supposed to leave the little plastic collar stiffener strips in or not though.

The collars have built in holes for them so I guess I can always put them back in if I need too.

Elvis never had flat collars. :coolgleamA:

 

All throughout college I had a serious complex when guys hit on me.
I was always afraid they were just devotees, and only interested in me because of my hands and would make me feel like some fetish object. *shrug*
It was horrible always worrying about an 'ulterior motive'

 

Richard...Hmmm...

 

you wouldnt like it there, its nice for tourist. my son lives there. its very expensive to live there, jobs are all service jobs like hotels, and food , retail.. I wouldnt want to live there.. , its just a beautiful place exploited by cruise and vacation industry..

 

That's the idea. I have one or two shirts with the strips sewn in, so they'll never come out. I don't know why all shirt-makes can't do that. Otherwise I forget about them and leave them in when I'm washing them, and they fall out during the wash and then I have floppy collars.

And there is nothing worse than floppy collars. And I think Elvis knew this.

My hands are "normal," but I'm still always worried about an ulterior motive...thanks to Deanna and her hag sisters. I guess the spirits make us all pay our spiritual dues, one way or another.

Yeah, Aeri. That's what Deanna's license plate said: HMMM. It don't mean nuthin, do it?

 

Yeah, that's all.

I've heard from residents that Hawaii starts to feel claustrophobic after you've lived there a while, tho. "Island Fever," they call it. Sure would be nice to try it for a while, tho....

 

I heaed it was expensive never knew the other things through

 

Hmmm...means this is interesting enough to require more thought...

 

Hmh. Thought without clues leads nowhere. I've had years of experience with that. You can conjecture all you want, and come up with a million possibilities. The only path that leads out of the confusion is one with actual evidence. And Deanna and her ilk love to keep evidence to a titillating minimum.

 

Yup

 

cam that is out of new star trek is not too bad

 

I like her ^.

For some reason it came to me today...that I wish you (Richard) would begin blocking Ms D out sometimes. I realize that you want to experience as much as possible things psychic, metaphysical, etc...but it seems there are/have been times D (and her hag sisters) have gone a bit too far. Perhaps that may even be part of what you are supposed to do...block her/them out when she/they are getting ridiculously deep in.

She, or they, may claim that it has to do with "getting your ego under control", but absolute truth hasn't been her forte, ammirite? I wonder if you aren't accepting that rather broad statement too easily. It seems your wifey-poo is giving that ego-control-thing quite a boost too.

I wonder...would they have you be an insipid worm, just awaiting instructions from everybody in the world as to what to do next?

I'd hate to see your perceptions, wit and ability to call a spade a spade change...and if your "oh so huge ego" were to be altered, wouldn't that also change everything else about you?

 

my cousin wants to see the new star trek movie today. so I said I would go

 

sounds fun jennybean

you gonna toke it up first?

 

I have a crack-like addiction to reese mini's.
I hide them so I don't have to share with my husband or kid - I make up excuses like "we're running out of milk" to go make a reese run.

I've got the chocolate peanut butter monkey on my back!