Whew! Miss me? It took me that long to catch up.
I know most of you have seen the exact same pictures of me, but here they are again. I need to get some new ones scanned and dumped into Photobucket. Baby Cherry is nearly 2.
Mama and her two boys, May 2005 Yes I know Christopher looks like he has no body. HE IS NOT A DISEMBODIED HEAD. 
Ellen at 13 What dorky glasses! (Remember I said I was cleaning out old boxes? I still have the glasses
:eek: Come on, Spats. It was confusing on the thread. You didn’t need to bring it in here! All right, everyone, clear out while we clean this place up - Spats is dripping physics everywhere. 
I’m just kidding. I get pretty much what they’re doing but they are getting into a lot of nitty gritty detail that is fairly hard to follow. And they are debating and nitpicking each line point by point, as is the custom here, which makes it even more complicated.
BTW, the “duh” was referring to myself.
Taxi, I recommend you make a new thread. Lots of violinists on the Dope that probably never poke their heads in here. You may even get some lurkers out.
Bumba, you’re a boy? Actually, I knew that. But your family photos remind me of my family photos. 
And here I thought that was why you were being so tender with him.
I’ve seen your pics before. I just want to say you look like such a nice mama!
So, whattaya think, guys – “Gold Veined Mirrors,” title cut on the new CD Glued To The Wall by Doublewide, an alt-rock group outta’ Tulsa.
I’m guessing SnakesCat is in Texas – specifically west Texas, right? OK, maybe southern NM or Arizona, but probably Texas.
Are we on Page 6 yet?
You haven’t got that many years on me - 7.5, plus or minus a few days… So you could perhaps qualify as an elder sister. Like I’d care what an elder sister said. So NYAH! 
Guess I told her, huh??
You want a fixer-upper?? Here’s the little fixer-upper we looked at over the weekend. Being years away would be an advantage in this case, as it will take years, and $$$$$ to get it fixed up.
You’re welcome!
I’ve decided it’s too freakin’ hot and my mood is too freakin’ ill to get in the pool. Have I mentioned lately that I hate today? Well, I do. So, today… take that! So There! Stoopid day! I’m probably gonna hate tomorrow too. And Thursday. Oh and Friday cause all these people from work are comin’ to my house and I really don’t want to deal with any of 'em. Reckon I could just lock myself inside the house and let them play in the pool? I don’t have a bathroom outside but they could just go behind the storage buildings. After all, I got a privacy fence so the neighbors won’t see. Stoopid party!
Pfffft - like I paid attention to you!
Besides, you can’t insult this place any more than we did when we got it. The owners built the place in 1975, decorated it, and that was that. It was trapped in a hideous time warp. But we spent the first 4 months working our buns off redoing the kitchen, family room, dining room, living room, and hall. Then this spring, I did the smallest bedroom. Once the weather cools, we’re going to attack the middle bedroom. Then the master bath. Then the master bedroom. Then the guest bath. Then that’s all. Except I want replacement windows - I HATE HATE HATE storm windows. And we need a new HVAC system, but that will be done by someone else. And we’ll need to re-roof the place, and I’m hoping that’ll be done by someone else. FCD seems to think it’ll be no big deal, but fercryinoutloud, he’s had 2 spinal surgeries. I don’t think I want him on the roof. Plus a professional crew can do it in a day or two - it’ll take my sweetie a coupla weeks. Boo!
Now, imagine me saying that last paragraph all in one breath, because that’s how it felt as I typed it!
And if the fudge is as good as you say, you’ll be forgiven for the doublewide comment in due time. I’m not one to hold a grudge. Much. Usually…
Do you live with me?? Your tiles sound like mine - and, sadly, they’re still on the wall. I’ve got 45 of them - 5 rows of 9 across - can you top that??
scl, a 12-guage oughta work. Okay, okay…I’m speculatiing here but I do believe the dillo dines on insects so get rid of the bugs and the bigger digger should leave. Okay, easier said than done…back to the 12-guage.
swampy, those were indeed Ritz crackers. There was also a plenitude of cheese involved. Nobody ever said the Anachi family wasn’t classy. 
Also, dear heart, you lock em out an they gonna pee pee inna pool.
(C’mon Page Six!!!)
Ooooh, baby, I loves me a man in a bib… 
Puggalina, you look very familiar to me. I’ma gonna give myself a headache trying to figure out who you remind me of. It really sucks to get old and forgetful…
I get to go home now! Neener neener neeeeener.
We need like 18 more posts to make it to page 6. CAN WE DO IT???
Pacabel’s Canon! of course!
You guys. We need to cheer swampy up!!
We love you swampbear!
Oh yes we do!
We love you swampy!
To you we’re true!
::: crickets :::
Oh and speaking of singing … I don’t have any pictures but I was in a TON of musicals in high school! Oliver! Leave It To Jane, Mame, The Sound of Music and George M! I wish I had pictures!
… And thank you, Meeks my girl!
Well, when you start off with a high class OP…
oops I should have previewed
Isn’t “Page Six” the gossip column for the New York Post? - You know that means we have to gossip when we get there (12 more posts to go)
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Oh, it’s good. It’s wakin’-up-Christmas-morning-when-you’re-six good. It’s Saturday-morning-sleepin’-in-lovemakin’ good. It’s dangle-your-feet-in-the-mountain-stream-after-a-14-mile-hike good! It’s that good.
But girl, those mirrors! Tell FCDad I pass on to him a manly hug of confidence and condolence. I’d come out there and help him with the roofing, except that it’d just take twice as long and prove a wife right, which is a grievous violation of the Guy Code.
He needs more condolences than you might think. Those tiles are not framed - just stuck to the wall. And our bed has no headboard (he’s gonna build us one, someday…) so more times than I can count, he’s raised an arm up over his head, only to draw back a bloodied finger or two. All along his side of the bed, there’s duct tape over the bottom edge of the tiles. But when he comes a’visitin’ on my side…
My dilemma now is what to do with the tiles when I take them down. I’m sure there’s someone into retro decor who’d love them. (I still have the blue ones in a box.) I can’t bring myself to throw them away. Maybe I’ll make ceramics things and display them on the tiles… :eek:
