…and this is why Tanookie grew up to be a serial killer…
Incidentally, did anyone else get the same mental image I did, of Rue having kickballs crazyglued to both hands and looking like an off-color Doraemon?
When I was reading some kiddie sci-fi books called Devil On My Back about people with extra memory banks wired into them, I cut holes in the back of my She-Ra dolls’ heads. And made little wire-and-duct-tape computery thingies. And drilled IV tubes in their necks. I think I was ten.
I did piercings on my My Little Ponies, too.
Can y’all imagine if tanookie and Lissla Lissar had been childhood friends and playmates? :eek:
If you heat a straight pin it’ll make nifty holes in your dolls. You could use this method for earrings I suppose. The computery stuff that Lissla is talking about skeeves me though. I picture a Chuckie that’s been assimilated by the Borg, eeww.
I have a cold! That’s what I did with my weekend. Okay, I’m barely sick, so I assembled a table that came in the mail. The directions were writtenwithoutpunctuationorspacing and the illustrations were weensy. For a table that came in the mail, it’s not so bad. Then I lay on the couch and coughed and felt sorry for myself. One of my cats doesn’t like it when I sneeze or cough. She runs over and yells at me. Little weirdo.
I once glued my finger to my lip, while repairing a nail. I didn’t realize it until I’d ripped a little piece of my lower lip off. It still hurts to think of that.
My bathroom is typical-apartment cream with stone, teal and brick red accents. It sounds awful but it looks good. The caulking is sloppy but works. I need shelves though. Somebody build me some shelves, I’m too sick to do it myself right now. coughs delicately Please? For the little sicky?
Ha! As a child, Mr. Taters inserted bottle rockets in the hands of his GI Joe, set it up on his Dad’s camper, lit the fuses. He expected his GI Joe to fly; alas, he just blew up.
He also tried to give his GI Joe a haircut…on the bench grinder!
He did a couple of other awful things to his GI Joe, but that’s all I remember.
I’ve never superglued myself to anything…or myself for that matter. However, I’m thinkin’ some superglue on the lips of my “team leader” wouldn’t be bad idea!
I became REAL GOOD (good English and grammar huh?) at caulking. In my former house we had to replace the toilet THREE times. Little kids, toys and toilets…not a good mix.
Your bathroom sounds lovely, Swampy . I have a HUMONGO white tub, white toilet, white shower stall (with glass doors), and white sinks in our separate vanities. The floor and tile surrounding the tub are a beigey, creamly color. The floor also has little spots of a slatey bluish color in it. I haven’t bought any rugs or “pretty, do not touch” towels yet. I can’t decide what colors I want.
The weather here was absolutely, stunningly gorgeous all last weekend. It was over 80 degrees here on Sunday! I spent all weekend outside playing horse with the neighbors, gossiping with neighbors and putzing around the yard. On Easter we went to MIL’s and ate lotso ham and tater salad. Then we hid 160 plastic easter eggs filled with money and candy and sent the kids to look for them.
Hmmm, I thinking one of the colored Easter (real) eggs would be tasty about now.
I replied to the wrong thread again, didn’t I?
Let’s see, here…
The “tanookie as a serial killer” angle holds some promise, but could play out quickly.
Kallessa is talking about her boobs again, or will be as soon as she finds this. Not that I object, or think anything is wrong with talking about her boobs, but we’ve done that. Plus, I’m still sorta’ miffed about the whole “standing me up on the engagement” thing. So that’s out.
swampbear is gay. And compulsively decorating. We knew this.
Lissla Lissar is Canadian. We knew this too.
FairyChatMom is presumably still mad at me about the EveryBodyDamnElse thing. And still being a Mom. Here, even. I’d like to reach out and seal the gap, repair the damage, whatever, but I’m afraid her hard-nosed engineering nature will take over and force her to make a hard decision and cut me loose. Or maybe I’m overreacting.
Ahh…
Ashes, Ashes has given me some material.
You don’t repair a nail, nimrod, you just get a new one out of the box and hammer that one in.
Dear God, that was lame.
I am afraid of superglue. I actually don’t have any in the house-I only have good ol’ Elmer’s Glue. I mean, really, superglue is responsible for the plotline of so many bad sitcoms.
I just started playing Devil May Cry, and I am learning that I am also afraid of marionettes. Especially moving, clattering marionettes wielding sharp daggers. shudder
Poor Ex. I think you must be overly sensitive today. I don’t think FCM is going to cut you loose. Moms just say what is on their mind and then forgive and forget, even if they are engineers.
I won’t mentionboobies. Well, I guess I just did, but I WHISPERED it.
Canadians aren’t so bad; well except for that silly “Great White North” thing.
I don’t repair my nails. I have UGLY, BUGLY, FUGLY nails. They never grow nice and perty, and I don’t want to mess with fake ones. I root around in the garden too much. Sorry Ex, there had to be just a leetle girly stuff, ya know? 
Hmph, like you didn’t know I was talking about a fingernail, Ex. Nobody could be so stupid as to think I was referring to hardware store type nails. You’re just trying to get me into a snit you ol’ grumpus. Well, you’ve worked me into a snit but I play dirty!
I love welby more than you-- always have, always will!
Sorry bud, you made me tell the truth, right out here in the open. You can lie there if you promise to bleed quietly.
ode to a practical joke
Super glue on the toilet seat
Getting off is no mean feat.
Cry for help goes unheard
Alone above the floating turd.
My husband and his friends used to play “Prisoner of War Camp” with their GI Joes. There were a lot of construction sites around his neighborhood, so they’d find a nice pile of rocks and dirt and let the games begin. And these were the big GI Joes - back in the 60s. I seem to recall him telling me about using cherry bombs, among other things. I’m so glad he got that out of his system before we got married.
Ex, you silly, I could never cut you loose. Yer my bud! Granted, you don’t rank as high as Rue, and probably not as high as swampy, since he’s driving all the way from Jawja to attend my farewell fest, but you’re still OK in my book. So far…
Sometimes you do have to repair a nail Ex. Say you’re teaching your kids the finer points of kit-carpentry and they want to build a birdhouse or even a jewelry box to give to their mom for Christmas. So they start nailing it together with those little wire brad things you get with the kits. Since they’re just little kids they go tap…tap…tap…tap…tap…tap on the nails (that are really brads) until klurnk they knock the nail all sideways. In those kits they don’t give you a lot of (or really any) extra nails. So it’s up to you, the responsible adult overseeing the construction, to straighten the nail back out so they can go back to their tap…tap…tap…tap…tap…tap-ing.
One nail can take the better part of the afternoon. Then they’ll finally get bored with the project so you can send them off to watch TV while you take another 20 minutes to finish the job up. Then they give it to Mom and say “Look what I made you!” and you, beig the Good Dad, don’t point to the one, still sorta crooked nail, and say “Yeah! The hammered that one in almost half way!”
And Swampy’s gay?!? When did that happen? Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things?
I got the toaster to prove it too! 
It’s 41 degrees here this morning. Brrrrrrrr! Ick! 80s by the weekend though. So yippie!
Drat. I can’t remember who the author of the book was. It was the Keeper Of The Isis Light chick- wrote lots of kiddie sf.
I hadn’t thought of applying heat, Ashes. How fascinating.
Speaking of kiddie books and being freaked out, did anyone else read John Bellairs when they were little? The House With The Clock In Its Walls, The Lamp From The Warlock’s Tomb, The Curse Of The Blue Figurine? He scared me so badly that I couldn’t go near the damn bookshelf where I kept his books.
Of course, I’m a wuss. I’m not even allowed to watch the X-Files because I’ll have nightmares.
The House With the Clock in its Walls is on my bookshelf still waiting to terrorize my own kids one day 
I did not know there were others! When I was 9 I did not realize you could seek out books by author.
The worst toy tragedy in Casa Tanookie’s Parents was perpetrated by the evil neighbor children. I had an amazing matchbox car collection. I loved my matchbox cars. I was young and stupid. I let the neighbor kids play with them overnight. They came back in their box smashed to smithereens. They took a freaking hammer to every one of my cars! I’m still scarred and today no one touches my Johnny Lightning Monopoly cars. They sit in their see through collector’s case out of the hands of munchkins. You want to hammer - hammer your own crap!
I’m going to be travelling to Tennessee next week, and this exact situation is making me atwitter. It was in the 30’s the other day, but they were predicting high 70’s by this weekend? How will I know what to pack? I’m just going to have to TAKE IT ALL! Gah! I like to travel light!
scout you do need to take it all. Even though it may reach high 70’s the lows could be upper 30’s to mid 40’s this time of year still. Witness the fact this weekend we’ll have highs in the mid 80’s and lows in the mid to upper 40’s. And I am waaaaaaay south of Tennessee. So it’s sweatshirts and tank tops weather.
My friend Tommy and I used to play “tunnel warfare” with his GI Joes (Mom wouldn’t buy one for me–something about me being a girl). We dug these big holes in his backyard and then created caves and tunnels between the holes and stuck Joe and various other military figures into them. We also created cave-ins using cherry bombs or flooded the place. I remember a lot of mud. For most of that summer I wasn’t allowed in the house through the front door, I had to come in through the back door, take off my clothes in the laundry room and go directly to take a bath.
I’m not talking to Ex, who, for the record, is the one stood me up on the engagement, thank you very much!
Has anybody else ever had to caulk and weatherstrip their car… or was I just the poorest college student ever?
It is truly a bad thing when your mother comes home from work and opens the front door and has water pour out onto her shoes.
It does not make her any happier to note that this is because the only adult in the house decided to start a water fight with the children and when he started to lose decided to grab the garden hose and come in the back door spraying water on full blast.
Just Sayin’