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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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No, actually for a change, I’m not. This is a hoedad There was also a large tree planting cooperative down the road in Eugene called the Hoedads Anyway, since a mattock looks a lot like a hoedad, and they can be and often are used to plant trees in the same way, even though they, the mattocks, not the trees, are a lot heavier, people in this neck of the woods tend to refer to mattocks as hoedads, even though they’re not. (hoedads, that is). Although some of the people who refer to mattocks as hoedads are, or were, hoedads.

Whew. Now I wish I’d talked about cows and chickens and ducks instead. Except that I don’t have any. I have got a cast bronze (stylized) eagle head that’s really cool. I had a bunch of ducks once, when I lived on a river. Somebody gave them to me and I had them for a year and fed them and watched them raise their baby ducks and everything, but I never had the heart to trim their wings, and they flew off and never came back. The ingrates!

See, there’s an old bachelor farmer back there that owns all that land, his name is Fred Inqvist, and Fred refuses to sell the land to the developers, who want to build houses on his fields and make a lot of money. They keep calling him and trying to get him to sell.
"You’ll be rich" they tell him. “a millionaire. You can retire!” 'cause that’s what they (the developers) think is important in life; lot of money, and a fancy car, and a trophy wife, with a girl friend on the side who’s great in the sack. And they can’t understand why Fred doesn’t want that too. But he doesn’t. He just wants to farm his land, and work on his model train layout in the basement. (N gauge).
But his no good nephew Arnie does. And Arnie stands to inherit. So when Fred finally dies, Arnie will sell Fred’s land to the developers, and get a big house, and a big car, and a trophy wife, and a girlfriend. And then the trophy wife will find out about the girlfriend, and the trophy wife will get the big house, and the big car, and everything, and Arnie will get the shaft.

That’s what that sentence means.

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Well, if you’ve been following the MMPs since I started posting here, you’ll know lather gloves don’t really qualify as kinky for me, personally (that usually involves some sort of latex product), but, hey, you know, whatever works! You go have a good time with your bad self.

Does Papa Tiger know what you’re doing in the shower? Or does he just think you use that organic shampoo? :wink:

Lather gloves, kinky? Hmmm…never really thought about it, but now that you mention it, I am seeing some possibilites…tender skin, rough gloves… Mental note: must check size of water heater.

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earthpuppy: but we do have an arborvidae (sp?) next to the mailbox that Hubby decorates like a Christmas tree every year, complete with a light-up star on the top.

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Don’t people usually have those in bathrooms? Ya know, they look like a cross between a sink and a toilet? Tho, I guess one in the yard by the mailbox would make for interesting yard art. Specially if you put a BVM statue in it and surround it with pink flamngoes.

Lather gloves… Wintermute and Mama Tiger please explain further.

-swampbear (always on the look out for a new sex toy)

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Ah, so that’s how it works!
[sub]preview is my friend, repeat, preview is my friend[/sub]

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hahaha, no!!! it’s a tall tree-like shrub!

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I’m thoroughly confused about the lather gloves subject myself. Moving firewood and exfoliating in the shower seem to have differing glove requirements. I’m probably being wooshed but what the hell :slight_smile:

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tanookie, leather, lather, small typo…

swampbear, I saw strings of flamingo lights for sale in some catalog - if I can find 'em, I’ll let you know!

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In my shower, lather gloves are called those scrubbie glove thingies. They have a rough texture, akin to sandpaper really. And what you do is get all wet in the shower, put on said glove thingies, pour a generous amount of liquid soap onto the glove thingies and then, well then you scrub.

And quite possibly yelp a bit too.

See, they are rough on purpose. But they do get rid of the extraneous skin cells. Leaves me feeling really smooth :smiley:

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For all your flamingo needs…

I have a duck casserole, but I’ve never used it (wedding gift, of course.) I don’t think you can actually cook in it… it’s one of those where you put the food in it to bring to the table. Like people won’t guess you have to use real dishes to cook :stuck_out_tongue:

My mother broke her butter chicken, and my brother is taking it very badly. I have no idea why he cares, since it wasn’t an heirloom, but I am on the lookout for replacement - one for mom, one for him. Maybe even one for me, although I am not usually interested in kitchen animals. My decor is “random things I like”, and this extends to the rest of the place.

Apartment living doesn’t give me much excuse for tools, which is a shame. I have all the basics - hammer, screwdriver, wrench - but I don’t get any of the cool equipment. Not only would there be no space, but I am really not supposed to be doing any major construction - building owners are so fussy that way :rolleyes:

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I was wooshed by the flipping space shuttle :slight_smile:

Oh well… I should have trusted google’s “are you sure you didn’t mean leather” admonishment!!

And here I was thinking there might be some kind of exotic gloved experience I was missing out on :slight_smile:

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I have a pair of lather gloves–they’re great for when your skin is peeling from a sunburn. However, I dont’ have anyone to get kinky with while wearing said gloves. Yes, yes, yes, I could get kinky all on my own, but eventually a partner would be appreciated.

I have no ceramic chickens or cows in my kitchen. Nary a duck as well. Not that I have any bias against ceramic or otherwise inanimate animals, I just have an inanimate animal free kitchen. I do have several Winnie-thePooh figurines that live on the shelf above the refrigerator, but I believe them to be in an entirely different classification than ceramic chickens and cow creamers.

Nor have I ever showered with any inanimate animals, with or without lather gloves (although, if I had, it would fit into the “kinky all on my own” category. However, I will reveal that I have showered with that loveable relative of a mattock–the shovel–but I was at camp and no kinkyness ensued (I was nine and it seemed like a good way to get both the shovel and me clean). Why did the shovel have to be clean? Your guess is as good as mine.

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hhhhmmmm, i haven’t a pool, garage, car, pickax, chicken vessel, or hot tub.

i do need to do some work in the closet. during home improvement week one of the hanger poles collapsed, i said, "oh bloody, " and tossed the whole mess in the back of the closet. i guess i’ll fix it in the next week or two. i have to put a shelf or two up in the library… i don’t know… it may wait 'till home improv. week next year.

i had a good weekend, it was a 4 day weekend, i had off on thurs and fri. i took the train to nyc and saw theo. roosevelt’s somewhat fake birthplace, went to a book reading and signing by janet evanovich. she is as funny as her books. then fri morning i stopped by the general slocum memorial in tompkins sq. it seems to be broken again. then had a bit of breakfast and went on a whirlwind 2 hour shopping hike.

i found this great lamp at pearl river west. it is a largeish “takeout” box that has chinese cut into two of the sides of the box with white vellum for the light to shine through, and chopsticks. it is the most jake lamp. i bought it for a friend for her birthday. she loves it. i’m gonna have to get one for me next time.

perhaps you would like one for the new house, rue? it may get the creativity flowing again. have you checked the feng shui of your house? perhaps there is a blockage in that area.

back home i went to the pirates movie on sat. read books on sunday.

the end.

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Re. chickens)I had a Depression Glass (pink) chicken on a nest thing that reminds me of my Grandma’s chicken on a nest thing, that wasn’t depression glass. (It was a kind of white glass that jam jars and stuff sometimes were made of. And although she’s still alive, I havent seen the chicken in almost 20 years, so Im assuiming I wont be seeing it again. It must have been (cringe) LAID-OFF) I bought it (the pink depressed glass chicken) in Mississippi and it was broken by the time I returned to northern Ontario.

Well the chicken part was broken, not the nest part. And my dad somehow thought that it being broken meant “throw it out” not “Glue it back together and have a pink Depression Glass chicken on a nest.”

But the nest part sits beside the computer and holds pennies, (usually sticky for unknown reasons) and sometimes other odd things. Inventory today… 68 pennies, one tarnished completely green, 3 completely black, and 6 of them are American pennies. It holds one two slugs for an out of town video place hub and I went to on honeymoon. It holds one nickle, 1972, two earings that I only wear with a certain pair of flowered pants that dont fit since Im 5 months pregnant, 4 dead batteries, and a pepsi point bottle liner thing from last summer. And a stick from a burned stick of sandlewood inscence.

And the pennies are sticky. I washed my hands between inventorying (if that’s a word?)and typing this.

Re: Closets)
Hub and I have applied to a co op and yes I want in there for a variety of reasons but the main reason is the kids room has one whole wall that is a closet. for some reason I forgot how big the adult closet was, but that may because the applicant was following me and I didnt peek in the adult closet. The kid closet had the regular top above the hanging rod shelf, then half of the closet was sshelves, and also cubby hole type shelves. There were even DRAWERS in the closet. Drool.l There was also a linnen closet, a coat closet, a broom closet and a pantry closet as well as a storage space where the water heater is, that had plenty o’ Room for JunK.

Why do I love closets? I have a husband who cleans up by putting clutter in a box and sticking it in a storage space, closet, or something. Sometimes the storage has been a 20 minute drive from our apartment. Which has lead to interesting results, since once he put ONE of my uniform shoes in a box. But I married him anyway. For better, or worse, including storage spaces. But I look forward to having all my storage in one locale, and being able to find my shoes without having to ACTUALLY PUT ON SHOES.

I don’t own a swimming pool but my apartment building does, and while no one has left a spiky pink dinosaur in or near the pool there are some “pool noodles” which were at the beach and then left sandy residue in the pool. Frankly I’d rather have the pink spikey dinosaur.
This was a really long post for someone who doesnt post that often. But for once, I had a lot to say. (A whole lot of Nutin’)

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Hey, juji_mojo
I gotta ask, how big is your glass chicken nest? Dimensions of length and width I mean. I say this because by odd happenstance my kitty only broke the nest part of my chicken, not the hen part. Even odder, the one my mother bought to replace my broken one is a pink glass chicken/nest. However if yours is the same as my new pink chicken then my old, clear glass hen part may not fit because it’s a bit larger than the pink one. But wouldn’t it be weird if it did fit? I could send it to you for chicken completeness.

I’m not too big on chicken pitchers or cow creamers though. It always very vaguely bothered me to see a ceramic creature vomiting into my glass. I did find out something almost mildly interesting about the classic cow creamer though. Turns out the kitschy ceramic versions are copies of the original which was done in real silver somewhere in England a couple of centuries or so ago. Hard to imagine a sterling silver cow creamer standing amidst an elegant tea set, isn’t it?

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There, that’s the letter I left out before. Now all is complete. Only I wouldn’t have done anything about it since wimmins were talking about being:
A) Nekkid
&
2. sudsy

Actually, you all know “2.” should have been “nekkid” as well, but I wanted to give the illusion of having other interests.

Since the whole nekkid angle pretty much ran its course, I thought I’d just throw the missing letter out there. Since it was just sitting on my desk, hogging up space.

If I had a book reading would anyone want to come? Watch me read that is. I don’t think it would be all that exciting since I’m not famous and I don’t even move my lips when I read.

And my feng is very shui chair. Thanks for asking. The front door is red and… uh… that’s all I know about it. I had a book, but I gave it my sister. I don’t know what she did with it, but since we don’t have a basement anymore, I don’t know how much shui we could handle here.
-Rue. (not nekkid, but it’s negotiable)

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Negotiable?? Damn, makes me sorry I didn’t buy that Negotiating for Dummies book when I had a chance.

I was watching one of those remodeling shows on HGTV and the guy was redoing his condo because his chi was supposedly going down the toilet, literally, because of where the bathroom was located. He spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy the adjacent condo and knock down the wall between the two to keep his chi out of the toilet. He was perfectly serious. I was amazed the host of the show was able to maintain a straight face.

I guess there’s no negotiating with chi.

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The nekkid thing has run its course? Bah! Oh ye Rue of little faith. We can milk the nekkid angle for another day and a half! I, personally, have nothing to contribute, not wanting to impose any Ellen Exfoliating TMI on the unsuspecting masses. But I will offer this: I’ve been buying little washcloths on the order of the lather glove for many years now, and baby, this chiquita is smooooooooooooth. The end.

In clothed news, I’m taking off work early today, taking the next two days off, and not coming back to work until Monday! Woo! And my son’s sixth birthday is Saturday, where a bicycle and rollerblades (and mucho pads and helmets) will be issued.

-Ellen. (pretending I can speak Spanish for some reason)

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So if you were to, say, wear a silk top Ellen, it would just be fwoosh! right off you and on the floor? (You should say: “Yes, that’s true. I’m having a horrible time with my silk top today. And maybe the satin bra should have been thought out more fully.” That would make me happy.)

I was just nekkid a little bit ago. Not in the good way though. Today I decided to wash the car. (So I don’t get the garage all dirty with road grime.) It was a monumental task, but I pulled it off. With a hitch though, a bit hitch. The cheap-assed hose-squirter thingy we have turns itself on whenever you put it down. I did not know this. Untill I put it down. And it shot water right up my pants (shorts actually so I can show off my man-gams). So naturally, I stomped on it. (It seemed like a good idea at the time. It wasn’t.) This turned it a little and it stopped shooting water up my pants leg, but now it shot up my nose. There ensued much dripping.

So I had to change my clothes. All of them. So I was nekkid for a bit, just a little while ago.
-Rue. (thinking of Ellen and silk)

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Quoting the nice lady Ellen who is admiriably concerned for the safety of her son as he simultaneously bicycles and rollerblades (talented kid), and ignoring the drooling Rue:

I’m taking the next two days off, taking the next week off, and not coming back until a week from Monday.

Yay!

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I’m taking off on the 4th and the 5th of Aug, and leaving for Baltimore on the 1st - it’s Conjugal Visit Time!!! :smiley: