What do you lose?

Yeah!!! What's all this Dude stuff????
Mate, Pal, Darlin', Hen (only in Scotland), Duck, Love ..... all as psilo said ... although 'duck' is a bit .. errr . hmmm ...right wrist a bit limp boys .... now altogether now ... MINCE !! c'mon boys, swing that wrist ... hmmmmm nice ... ooohh you number threeeeee ... come over here and swing that wrist ... you naughty boy !!! Spank!! Spank!!

OOOhhh isn't nature wonderful????? All of these boys, who would never have set a foot in the open when it rained,. are now mountaineering tutors, and loch sailing instructors ... but they know how to MINCE !!! hmmmmmmm

OO eee!! sorry NOT ME!!


Winterdefence

Be interesting to see a person in a kilt mince!

I think that might hurt ;D

ROTFL (wickedly!)

Doris, I always enjoy your pithy little comments, and you do have a youthful slant on things. How do you stay so young at heart?

Can anyone tell me why "hep" became "hip", meaning it's no longer hip to say hepcat? In the 40s, everyone said they were hep to something, and I didn't realize it was changing until I was the only one saying hep. I am so not cool.

I discovered a definite generation gap between me and my kids when we started talking about dating.

When I was growing up, when we were "going out" with a guy, it meant for one date, maybe more, maybe not. Depends on how it went. We went to a movie, out for ice cream or maybe supper if his folks had money. No commitments, just a date. If it went okay and we liked each other it may develop into "going steady". That's when I got his lettermans jacket and his class ring, (which I had to wrap yarn around to keep it on my finger.)

Now days, "going out" means going steady and you can't date anyone else if you are going out with someone. I've had a problem getting this newfound language straight in my mind. I'm trying though because I'm afraid that one of my kids will come home and tell me they're engaged and I won't know what it means!!! Scary!!

Wintermoor have ye never been to dreary Stoke on Trent. Everyone is a duck around there!! infact the first time I heard it I dived for cover!!! :D

Joan I think kids today dont know how to "date" everything is so intense. Now dont get me wrong I am not for promiscuity but kids ought to learn to lighten up and live a little. (from a big kid who from now on means to live a lot!! ;) )

I thought of this thread when I read the comics today. I find alot of my inspiration in life comes from the funnies!

There are worse places to get inspiration ...

I think the artist has been reading this thread. lol

Cheri'

ROFL George!!!! thanks for sharing that with us!! :)

by the way I sold my car and bought a new one. Now I only have one set of keys to lose !!:O best get to the car dealers quick!

Oh, Sundry, I do believe you're right! This is too coincidental.

Well, so much for originality, it has often been said there is nothing new under the sun, and every parent knows kids usually go through the same phases their parents did. Shouldn't that make it easier to predict their behavior?

you would think, wouldn't you Aimee? But it doesn't. They are so much younger than we ever were! LOL!

My DD didn't go thru any of the phases that I did, she made new ones .... kept me guessing.

Cheri'

I never had the nerve to indulge in the phases like my kids did. One daughter would actually tell me, from a very young age, "I'm just going through a phase", and Granddarling, when asked what on earth she was doing during some wild capers, told me with a beguiling grin, "Just being a kid!"

I had phases . . . lots of phases.

DD used to tell me that I couldn't expect her to make sense, she was a teenager. I hated the whole teenage thing with her, and sadly, I don't think she enjoyed any of it either. At least I had fun in my phases ...

Cheri'

And did you phase properly by telling her, as all mothers must, to just wait until she has a child? It's my favorite quip to DD when she complains about Granddarling's behavior. Actually, she was a shy and mild child, middle of seven, so it's not totally true, but it works for me and Granddarling.

I tell my son that I am going to get my revenge for his antics in my Grandchildren. hmmmmmm maybe that is why he isn't married or even thinking about it at age 26?

He's scared to get married Pond, in case you smear FUDGE all over them ... lol


Wintermoor ... (actually eating a bar of Scottish fudge at the moment, thank you)

LOL Wintermoor. You must have seen the fudge fight we got in a couple of Christmas' ago. Ohhh my goodness and I do mean goodness!!!!!!

Licking fudge off my fingers since I thawed a piece after seeing this thread. Figure I owe it to myself for my 7 pound weight loss! YUMMMMM

Photo please Pond ... please Pond!!!


Wintermoor

p.s. I can't send you a photo of me eating my Scottish fudge 'cos it's GONE!!!!! heh heh heh !!

Just what is Scottish fudge???? Made in the bladder from a bagpipe or something? Or possibly it has to be made with honey from the moors? Enquiring minds want to know.

sorry, Wintermoor. No digital camera and the fudge is all gone till I make some more. hehehe

Yes, come on Barry, what makes Scottish fudge Scottish??
All I can think of would be liberal additions of whisky (or is that sacrilege?)

Think you have hit the nail on the head there Philomel!! LOL
did you enjoy your scottish trip WIntermoor?

Talking of phases Simon my 5 year old loves to paint. The other day he painted sheet after sheet in just black paint. When asked what they were he said that they were his "black period" !! yikes!! :S

Here's the Scottish fudge folks ... ehm ... no, you can't get drunk on it ... shame really :-(


Wintermoor



http://www.dcimports.com/gartobscotwh.html

Now I am really drooling!!!!!! (can you spare a piece?) Scotch whisky in it! (Can you tell I am being good? Whisky ;D

Psilo, when I read this http://davesgarden.com/t/395093/
I just had to remember you and this thread.

Vi

I lose the most when I clean in a hurry...I stuff things into drawers and cubbies that make no sense at all!

I understand that problem gardenwife, though with an added twist. My husband is the one who stuffs things into places that make no sense at all when he cleans. It can take me months or even years to find some things! I appreciate his input in cleaning, but sometimes I wonder if it is worth the time spent finding things later.

LOL, yes, I think Howie might agree. Howie says "where is the very LAST place such-and-such would be?" If he's lucky, he finds it.

But in my defense, he pitched a fit when I moved his socks to the next drawer down. He couldn't find them! Where did they go?? ;)

My DD has a housekeeper several times a week, and this young woman does exactly the same thing. We have often searched for some garment which was still lying in its package while Granddarling decided if she would keep it or not, and which was tucked away in some obscure place by the housekeeper. By the time it was found, it was usually too late to return it and too small for Granddarling. Some things have yet to surface after years!

Being a creature of some habit, and a tad on the compulsive side, I can't deal with anyone moving my stuff. But by now, with my limitations of energy forcing me to let some things slide, it would take a bobcat to move all the things I have left out so I won't forget where they are. I don't go into the closets and drawers as often as when my children lived with me, and it's easy to put something away and just forget where I put it. Didn't used to happen, I think this might be how senility begins.

what always puzzles me is "why is it that the thing you are looking for is always in the last place you look!" ;)

Or you find it years later, when you don't need it!

I often find things when I stop looking for them.

Also sometimes I awake in the middle of the night to know exactly where I put something!! Trouble is I cant be bothered to get out of bed and by the time morning comes I have forgotten again!!! arrgghhhhhhh :))

I usually don't bother looking for things anymore. They turn up in the oddest places, or else right where they belong, and had been overlooked for the past hour? day? week? Who knows?

This morning my coffee mug is gone. Now that hurts...

I'd really like to know what possessed me to open the refrigerator and almost put the TV remote control in it. If I had put it in there, you know I would never have looked in the fridge. LOL I would have blamed it on Ginger the cat.

I have more coffee mugs than glasses in the cupboard. I leave them everywhere- in the garden, in the car, one per room, on and on. At least I don't lose my kids or my keys. Lol. Besides. they always know what to get me for gifts! The kids get the ones from Starbucks that you put your own pictures and things in so everyone knows wich ones are mine. Last year I tutored in so many classrooms that some short person was always directing me to a lost cup.

Some of these are a hoot!
Fun thread too :D

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I just misplaced a pump for my pond that I borrowed from a friend. I KNOW I put it in a bucket and placed it in my DH's shop but that bucket is one of many in there among the stuff we still haven't gone through since our move here. Tomorrow I am going to try to look in EVERY bucket out there to try to find it. I figure if I do that maybe it might turn up in the dining room or the bedroom closet. LOL

I agree with Molly, this is a fun read.

Why on earth would you think that pump will turn up at your house? It's probably in the home of someone you visited as you were packing. Don't you remember having it with you as you started the car, when you meant to just set it down in the garage before you got in? Then you realized you still had it in the seat with you, but you had already backed down the driveway and didn't want to go back, so you took it with you. Unfortunately, your friend asked you to take her to the flea market, and you took the pump out so she could have plenty of room for her bargains. You forgot to get it when you returned. Later, when you were moving, she told you it was in her garage, and you told her to just hang onto it until you got settled. So she put it into a bucket in her garage, the same bucket she had asked you to return to your old neighbor who had loaned it to her.

hmmmmm I don't think that story would wash with my friend because I only borrowed it just about a month ago and we moved in here 4 years ago this month. But you tried Aimee and that is what counts. giggle

Aimee, I like your story anyway. Thanks