dances on rosie’s lawn
I saw the coolest thing today at the cricket store. There’s a huge aquarium in front of the door filled with coral and anemones and cool tropical fish. There was a live starfish in there today and it was crawling around on the glass! I was entranced. It’s got lots of little suckers! So cute!
does a cricket store sell British sporting equipment or little insects perported to bring luck? and what does either have to do with tropical aquariums?
Am full of the grumble.
Our cabinet hardware is obsolete, and the current pulls or whatever you want to call them bring on the fug. FUG I tell ya!
So if I want to upgrade, and I will, by the grace of whomever, will get new hardware, it will cost virtually double.
More grumble.
Why not keep things the same size? There is nothing wrong with these cabinets other than the holes for the handles are drilled in a size some higher power decided that they won’t make anymore.
:mad:
I just took a buncha cold medicine. Ima go sleepy bye.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
oh! I forgot another story of misspending -
my Catholic school friend and I had a Saturday ritual. We’d take the 11 am bus all the way downtown to the train station (we lived about 5 miles north of there), and start walking back up the main street (it wasn’t called Main Street, but that’s what it was - all manner of shops and eateries) mostly window shopping; we’d stop for pizza for lunch, and then continue on. We’d hit the stationery store andstock up on candy and comics, then continue on. We’d stop at the park and play on the swings and things, and continue on. By the time we back to our nieghborhood, we were just in time for a stop at Friendly’s. We did this most every Saturday in the nice weather. The misspent part is that, one time, we went into a clothing boutique (G & G - I think they’re still around in malls - this was a store front) to browse and maybe purchase. We each grabbed 3 or 4 tops and went into the dressing room. She proceeded to take the prettiest one, roll in into a tight ball, and shove it to the bottom of her oversized shoulder bag. :eek: I didn’t stop her - I liked being “bad”. She also encouraged me to slip comic books (then a lordly 15¢ per issue) into my shoulder bag. So I was a shoplifter in my youth. Don’t tell anybody. 
Thinking is overrated. Trust me.
Is it wrong to continue doing something wrong just because it has a clear expiration date? Never mind, don’t answer, I already know. :: slaps self with wet trout ::
Exhausting Monday. I feel like going to bed right now.
It sells the small chirping insects that feed frogs and chameleons along with other assorted caged pets.
Are you sure you’re not calling me??? I keep getting these calls where no one is there. Now I suspect YOU!!!
:o
I blame the random number generator on my phone.
off to bed - I’m old 
Ugh. Still at work at 7:30. Bleh. But headed home now.
I’m starting my homework. My husband and I have agreed to pursue divorce in May. (it’s a long story why May. Let it go).
I hate homework.
Well, hippo birdy Captain Socks–you’re only two years older than my grandson! Okay, I am definitely old…
I’ve been busy today setting up accounts for materials, running errands and playing “kill the braincells” with ABS cement, yay! More of the same tomorrow.
Here, just for no reason at all, a terminally cute puppy picture! I was amazed they sat still long enough to get that pic, I have several others that are all blurry. Dog on the left is my daughter’s dog Callie, dog on the right is Widget–they come from the same rescue and are bestest friends ever.
In 1974 I was fifteen–I’d been smoking pot for a year by then and popping miscellaneous pills for a year before that. I lost my virginity in May of '74, on the same night I dropped my first tab of acid. I was a bit of a wild girl back in the day but in spite of all my experimenting with drugs and sex and whatnot I never got addicted to anything (not even cigarettes or alcohol) and the worst sexually transmitted infirmities I ever contracted are in their early thirties these days and one is the mother of my grandson, heh heh.
It’s funny, back in the day the pot was so crappy if I saw any now I’d probably laugh my ass off–it was sold in “lids” that were measured in “fingers.” Ten bucks would buy a huge baggie that might get ya high if you held the hit in long enough. It was years before I actually saw weed with buds in it! Acid was the shit back then, though–cheap as hell at a buck to two fifty per hit and some seriously mind bending stuff. I remember trying MDA when it first came on the market–this is the precursor to Ecstacy, it’s similar (or so I hear since I haven’t tried E) but more of a hallucinogen than E. We drank a lot back then too–I went to an upper middle class high school in California with a bunch of kids whose parents were doctors, lawyers, businessmen, etc. We mostly got started on booze taken from parents who bought it by the case and never missed the huge amounts we snitched. We used Chivas Regal in our water pipes… Pills were very available, diet pills were incredibly easy to get, as were sleeping pills and Valium–it was the seventies, everybody was popping those things like Pez. We were paranoid of smoking weed because we thought the 'rents would smell it on us so we did pills instead… :rolleyes: Yeah, real smart in retrospect!
So yeah, get off my lawn and stay outta my grass!
Papa Tigs and I were just talking yesterday about the doctor in the health clinic when I was in college who was nicknamed Dr. Speed. For obvious reasons.
Great OP, rosie. I know it will shock all of you to know that I was a goody-goody. Still am, pretty much, although I’ve always had interesting friends. I was on the yearbook staff in high school with a whole lot of people who went to parties where people :eek:drank:eek: and :eek:smoked:eek: (and not just tobacco, either :eek: :eek: :eek: ). Yeah, I was naive.
I’m another one who doesn’t like to lose control, so even alcohol intake is limited.
It’s really cool to read everyone’s stories and think how unlikely it would be in 3D-World for us to know each other. All the different ages and histories and adventures are fascinating.
Happy Birthday, Cap’n!!! Have you decided what to buy, yet?
So rigs…is that your graduation present?? (Don’t hit me!)
Hi Mork! I was wondering where you were hiding.
Little brother and his kids left a couple hours ago. It was fun having them here, but I’m glad to have my house all to myself again.
I still need to back to finish reading the old MMP.
Hugs in the meantime. I’m sleepy, so I think I’ll toddle off to beddie-bye.
GT
ArgentT, your story reads like Confessions of a Young Jock Turned Hippie. But I approve. In high school you were probably one of the boys that called me ugly and stuck-up. 
I just posted in the trainwreck BBQ thread and I swear it’s going to be my last post. Just reading that thread gives me a headache.
I probably should be grading right now.
Lessee, misspent youth. I drank a lot in junior high, but stopped when I got into high school. It’s too hard to get good grades when you go to school buzzed. I started a gay-straight alliance in high school, but it was a bit ahead of its time. It was an interesting experience, that’s for sure. What else? Queer Nation kiss-ins at the mall and, gasp, even worse, holding hands with my girlfriend on the bus! Oh, the horror! 
There’s lots going on at work. I really like having a job where I can be busy all day doing something productive. Although sometimes it doesn’t *feel *productive when I have to redo something I’ve already done two or three times.
I am very nearly done with my Lady Eleanor. She’s going to be lovely once she’s all blocked out and I’ve added the fringe.
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Happy Birthday Captain Socks !!!
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I was 3 in 1974. I smoked pot twice, at a much later date. My youth was mildly misspent. If we could search, check out Kaboom! A Dynamite MMP by yours truly.
Mama Tigs, those are giant shrimp!
{{{{rigs}}}}
Rebo, my next vacation starts on next Tuesday.
Oooh, me likee color.
Woo hoo! One day down, … four more til Firday?
Just got off the phone with my nearly 21 YO son–I’m trying to get him a job at my work place for the summer. I’m also trying to fill out the Federal Student financial aid stuff online. If you’ve never had to do that, thank your lucky stars! It’s awful and they want all kinds of information. It makes my head hurt. 
But I’ll sure be glad to see my son again in May! 
Oy, I am so much older than most of you! Like many others, though, I still think of myself as in my twenties I guess. There are days, however, when Arthur Itis reminds me that I’m in my fifties; I had one last week when it hurt to move and I didn’t have any alleves. I left work at noon, came home, took a couple of alleves and took a nap. I just don’t want to have to take them every day. Last week, even my thumbs were aching! I’m learning to anticipate when the arthritis will act up; it’s usually when the weather changes or it’s rainy/damp. See what aging does to you?! LOL
On a totally different note, I played flute for several years, up through 7th grade, then quit. I wasn’t very good, but I think I could still play today if I tried. Probably wouldn’t be something anyone would want to hear, though!
