Work Party at Rachel's

Will your Tensing Norgay be wearing pink?

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I think not. . .he is disinclined to acquiesce to such a request. Neither will he dress as a ninja and go cardboard dumpster diving. But he does carry much and walk far, which is definitely preferred over pink dress in a sherpa.

Tills ~ Tenzing Norgay was a very famous Nepalese sherpa who climbed Mt. Everest with Sir Edmund Hillary, the two being the first to ever reach the summit of Everest in 1953. My SIL and I refer to our DHs as our "sherpas" because when we start training for our summer triathlon season, they are the ones who carry all our stuff for us while we pretend to be "elite" athletes!

I got a little lost there, And I do recall reading about the climb, but I don't remember the word 'Sherpas'. Hmm Wonder how far I would get calling my DH one? But no problem in getting him to wear pink, made him wear a pink shirt when we got married LOL
Will have to scan a pic. of that, He really didnt like it, but did it for me.

Tills, you must post a pic of DH in the pink shirt! That man really loves you!! Lucky girl :0)

Are you sure?
Got it find it..

Of course, to see your manly man in a pink shirt!

Well here it is, but that was 20 years ago almost, in July it will be

Mary what a great pic! I love your boots! You look beautiful my friend, and so happy! DH looks very handsome, I bet the cowboy hat sent you swooning :0)

The day I met him, he had on a straw hat, love him the minute I saw him
I did have a white Stetson on, but I some how I lost it.
It was a Country and western wedding we are both in to it, and taught dance classes for 8 years.

I little unknow Tilly tidbit! A country dance instructor! Do the two of you still get a chance to do a little two stepping now and again?

No its been along time since we did, he gets mad sometimes when I can remember the steps and he can't.

I dated a guy for awhile who was into country dancing - I adored it, but so help me unless I'd been drinking, I couldn't do a thing. And seeing as I no longer imbibe, my two left feet control my every dance move (lol - obviously I no longer dance at all!).

Tills, what a wonderful picture - and I love that you have that musical background . . . I knew you were a woman of many interests and many talents!!!

I just have always like the sound of the name Tensing Norgay - and your use of the word sherpa brought it to mind. So sorry, Mary, for confusing things. Just me going off on a tangent again.

Sheri, after meeting, that man, I'm not so sure you couldn't draw him past any line with the right motivation. He looks like he's always up for adventure - ninja in pink or no. LOL

Mary, you both look quite fetching in that picture. You have a good man.

What an absolutely marvellous thread this is! Just a buzzz with excitement and energy!

I love the wedding picture Tils, and the image of the elite atheletes!! Complete with sherpas - and all the packing and baking and making of food and place. I am smiling. And just a little bit envious - no a LOT envious! PNW is clearly the hands up winner of a place to be.

I can't be there physically, but I sure will be in spirit. Rach, much love sent to all of you - I appoint Scrappy Do my emissary of hugs. Stamp, approved, crown off.

Laurie - we so wish you could be here, too!!

Ohhh - thank you Katie. Now, I had better go dry hair, eat breakfast (so embarasssing if my stomach starts growling during a session), and try to think/look like an analyst - while daydreaming of dirt! Nope, nope, I am a professional, I am a professional, I am dreaming of dirt, NOOOO, one more time, I am a professional - oh, pooooh, dirt!

You're like any superhero - mild mannered professional on the outside, but underneath, able to move huge boulders with a single push, able to straddle gardening obstacles that no mere human could move around, with strength and stamina rivalled only by the Gods . . . oops, er, "Hello, how are you doing today?"

Don't want your secret to get out . . .

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I've always thought of making T-shirt with the superman logo, which instead says SUPER EGO -

Okay...now I'm seeing pictures in my head. Laurie in her very prim and proper tweed suit with a modest white blouse with large bow tied at the neck, sensible shoes. . .holding her clipboard. . .glasses perched on her nose. . .listening to the tragic life circumstances of client, "Mmm hmm...I see. And how did that make you feel?" when, what happens? The HOTLINE RINGS! "Ooooh, I'm so sorry, but our time is up. See you next week." Then into the broom closet she dives and in a mere matter of seconds, out springs SUPERGARDENER ~ defender of the plant universe! Bumblebee tights with a black cape (lined with yellow, of course), a black mask, antennae headband, and a very large ''SG" emblazoned on her chest. And she leaps out the window and buzzes (can't zoom when you're a bumblebee) back to the garden just in time to find the nasty weed monster trying to take over the bed. *Phew* Just in the nick of time, SuperGardener strikes again. The plant world is safe. *Ahhhh* Life is good.

stop stop - I'm laughing, and I have to go back to work in 4 mins!

I completely love the image! Then continue the fantasy as Laurie morphs back into her serious analyst alter-ego, but forgets to take off the antennae. The sight causes yet another complex for her patient. Two more years of serious analysis are needed! Way to buy more plants, laurie!

Tills, I cannot believe your dh had an accident with a dish while dishwashing that required stiches on his wrist. My dh did the same thing last year in a serious way! He dropped a startbucks mug, tried to catch it on the bounce, and it slit his wrist about 3 inches lengthwise and to the bone!! OH THE BLOOD! I was in the garden, of course, when my son came running out, white as a sheet and said , "Mom! Dad's Hurt! Lots of blood! Come! Now!" Somehow it was the way he said it that had me running. There is my dh kneeling on the floor in the kitchen holding his wrist. Looking like a ghost. That's when my mind goes completely calm and I start barking orders like a drill sargent. Don't know where that comes from. Andrew: get a clean dishtowel. Mike: can you walk? (Wrapping towel around wrist hard. Twist ends tightly.) Hold this! Do not move it. Get in the car. DOGS! INSIDE NOW! (they obey instantly. when does that happen?) In the car, horn blaring, lights flashing. No time to bother with 911, I'll take my chances on getting a ticket. Drive like crazy to the hospital which is really quite close by. No one stops us or gives us a second look because we're in Lakewood, anyway. ER takes him immediately and then we get a round of questions by three different people, three different times, to be sure this isn't a deliberate attempt on his life. All said and done, there is absolutely no major damage at all, just a scar that he has trouble looking at himself. No permanent damage. Absolutely amazing considering the length and depth of the cut. It was freaky. Doctor recommended that my dh stop doing dishes, Of course!


I'm bringing many seedlings to the party at Rachel's. However, I am running out of little pots to put them in so if you are going to want seedlings, bring some pots. I have some that are from seed Heidi gave us, as well as some annuals, sunflowers, etc.

The antennae, oh no! I can't stop giggling!

This is great. We are seriously warped (in a good way) group of people. Supergardener - it's great.

Pix - I have a similar alter-ego, whom I call "ROBO-MOMMY". When Nick had his accident at the dog park and when Vana got hit by a car and various other times, ROBO-MOMMY comes out. She who must be obeyed. Yes please. Thank you ma'am.

Pix - if you have time - a picture of the greenhouse of 2008 before you take all the babies out. I love the image of the little "nursery" (in both sense of the word) just before the kids take to the real world fraught with aphids and spiders and slugs - oh my!!

I will bring pots. Yes, it's a plural - see the "s".

Now, pix, you do know how to write an emotional roller coaster! Laughing laughing, then whoosh - hand in front of mouth fear (okay, I know that Mike is alive and survived - but the telling, I get caught up in a good telling), and then the ahhhhhhhhh of the little green babies.

Sheeshadoodle.

And Rach, thank you for admiring my antennae - I will be wearing them in spirit when I am thinking of all of you this Saturday - hmmmm, cornbread - don't you just love doing that hoo-hoo intake of breath to get the last crumbs out of the palm of your hand.

Mine is more of a hoo-hoo-shhhhhhmp! I love cornbread!

Yes, I have to confess, that matches my sound much closer! Hmm, crumbs - so satisfying after the last luscious bite.

Sheeshadoodle?

Its a technical term.

Very technical...... :0)

Can you say it without wiggling the antennae?

LOL ....bumblebee tights....! Outta, that was a great vista you painted and I shan't ever think of Laurie in the same light again!

Pixy, way to handle the bloody owie and Katie, the dog disasters! It is amazing what strengths and clarity we can call on when the need demands. I need strength and clarity as I go forth to dig up Tilly's dayliles which will be coming to Rachel's via Katye.

Hope you guys have fun and get a lot done.

Wow. I hadn't read all the threads for a couple days and I find both hilarity and drama! Whoda thunk?

My alter-ego is Straight Arrow. Not because I am. Just because I rode a palimino horse. My sister had a black and she was Lash Larue.

Sheeshadoodle? Great technical term!

"She who must be obeyed!" I've always wanted one of those shirts. I love it. And I do like being obeyed....stamped and approved and all that. Yes, robomom is a useful archetype.

Okay, Rachel, this is a long thread. DH wants to know what time the party starts. It's not that he is trying to wiggle out of coming, but there is this sailboat race, see, and he's putting our boat up for sale, see, so he's wondering what time this shindig gets off and running, see, because that way maybe he can do both! LOL!! I told him to come if he wants, or sail first, then come on down, or whatever, but I do know that if the race starts at 11:00, I can kiss his sweet keester goodbye as far as mulch is concerned. Only thing is, he really wants to meet scrappy. So we'll see.

ohhhhh - scrappy or sail/sale scrappy or sail - what a decision!! maybe scrappy would go sailing with him - has he asked? And what a priority - meet dog or meet people. This is a shy man talking.

I'm totally on to the meet dog or meet people thing. Was late to work this morning, in part because there were dogs loose on the road and I had to return them home (Nieghbor: Oh. He usually just hangs out in the yard. Me: Well, today he didn't and was in a very real danger of getting hit by a car. I suggest that you stay out with him or consider putting up a fence.). That's after stern finger-pointing and admonishment to the yoomans driving without regard to the fact that there was a dog with no clue about traffic standing in the middle of the road. Grrrr.

Not a good way to introduce yourself to neighbors, but what are they thinking!@@#$$%

Kathy
Okay, better now

You're such a good girl, Kathy!!!!!