**SWEET INTERRUPTION** 10

YEP... got em... I'm keeping my eyes peeled for a guilty looking critter with egg on his breath.

Bj, you didn't see any of Dolly's pin feathers near the shells, right? So, Dolly is safe somewhere. I have geese, gators and fox. I know exactly when a goose is cooked by all the pen feathers.

No, no feathers. So, maybe she's ok... just off brooding somewhere.

BJ-any sign of Dolly yet??

NOPE... she didn't come for bread today.

:(...

__---qwaking little qwousins---___

Now that's creative spelling there!! Oh my!! So that make the rest of us Sistahs...Qwaking Quanties?? I'm so proud of your prowess at extending the English language. Good job Stacey!!

BJ, Dolly might return tomorrow. I can imagine Don's mind now, figuring out how to keep Dolly safe for the next clutch
All's well here. Had some of the spiciest food and so scrumptious, but our stomachs so far have not the urge to do some unwelcome explosions!

you went from qwaking qwousins and qwaking quanties... to "unwelcome explosions"... so elequaintly put.

Oh my-I had those today from McD's!! Greasy food-goes right through me!!LOL I will pray for your bottom!!

BJ, I'm mourning with you! I know Dolly's sad after her miscarriage........ She's hurt and scared, she'll come home later.

I know... but we're still keeping our eyes out... I'm sure this happens in the wild all the time... but Don's determined now to get those duck nest boxes built. Maybe next time we'll have baby ducks in our channel.

We're rootin' for you Don! We want so bad to be Quack Quanties!!

That's the sad fact about nature. Survival's the name of the game. Kel's still keeping all 5 kitties and their mama in the workshop. They're 3 months old now but we'll let them out in a month's time. Don't want those foxes or feral cats to get them! Moreover those kittens still have their baby teeth.

BJ.. I was reading your thread and I am so sad for Dolly, and you. Ducks can lay more eggs in a season so she and her mate (they mate for life) will probably try again and find another place to lay them. Hopefully near your house again. Our ducks came back for 3 years and laid eggs our our pontoon boat!

Bonnie, did you and your daughter go shopping this weekend? What are teenagers wearing now a days? I remember my tight jeans with studs decorating the legs. That was so much fun decorating my jeans back in the day. Now my jeans are the wrong kind of tight.

Thanks Ascholz, that will certainly give BJ some hope.
It's also SC tax free weekend for back to school purchases. Now why can't NC offer the same? That will be a big help for a lot of parents here.
Deborah, my gf's nieces in Houston are clamoring for $200 pair of jeans. With that kind of tag, they better have real gold buttons or zippers!!

Edited to correct myself...it is tax free weekend for NC too!! Sheesh..I'm always crossing stateline just to shop..gas is also cheaper across.


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Oh my goodness! In my mama and daddy's teenage years, jeans had to be dark dark blue, cuffed at the ankle. Once they started to faded, out they went. In my day, the fadier the better, belled legs, long ragged no hems, studs galore, peace signs, stars geometric designs. My oldest son's , stone washed, My youngest son's time (6 years apart), holes, worn-slap out, baggy. So what are teens wearing in 2008?

What do $200 jeans look like?

It was school uniform through all the grades back in Singapore. So none would compete in dressing. The only thing I ever did to be 'hip' was to roll up my skirt waist band many times over! Remember the micro mini??
Well that didn't go too well with the nuns!

THanks acholz... that's good to know... didn't know they mate for life...
Don better get busy on those boxes then... like ASAP... he's off a few days next week... maybe he'll do it then.
I remember those jeans too... BUT, that was after I was in high school... when I went to HS it was polyester pants suits... but we couldn't wear pants to school till my senior year... before then, it was skirts or dresses only, and they had to be no shorter than the top of the knee cap. OH, I'm telling my age.
We actually had a teacher that tried to ban open toed sandals... said girls toes were sexy and distracted the boys... she didn't win.

$200 jeans look just like $50 jeans... just a different name on the tag.

They look very ordinary, but it's the material I guess that's different...and of course the labels!! I can't believe there are some that even go for $300-$500!!!
I bet you they wear the same jeans 5 days a week!

I miss the penny loafer and saddleoxford shoes. Remember the Villager and John Romaine handbags and 8 track tapes?

We're taking a walk down a memory lane that is so far back in the distance, I can't remember where it came from. NO, I don't remember Romaine handbags. I do remember penny loafers and saddleoxfords and 8 track tapes... I had 3 different colors of saddle oxfords... black, brown, and red. I loved them... but I was 12 then.

Any body hear from JoJo yet? Hope her and Zeke and Ster make it home safely.

Nope, hopefully they take a leisurely drive home.

Funny... I worry about her on the road like I do my own kids.

She'll be okay. If she can handle Zman, she can handle the highway!

Yea... and she'll have Ster to help with Z on the way home... guess they'll be ok.

Kida are wearing tight semi faded t shitrs and jeans that look well worn-for girls it is hipster-which I hate when they wear a thong with it!! I don't want to be able to tel you what color your undies are-trashy!!

Good morning!!
Well Bestest Fairy Niece, you do have class ^_^
From what I understand when stores were only selling hipsters, a group of young girls were quite p.o'ed and demanded the return to waistline jeans. I agree, thongs shouldn't be shown in public.
A couple of years back I had sent a pair of jeans to my niece in France. She was abhorred that they were hipsters. (Didn't realized they were such) She wore long shirts over them and won't even wear them tucked in, she said it's too suggestive! Smart classy niece!
Will be gone again today, got fun supplies to look for.
It rained some last night, hope it didn't wash away the seeds sowed close along a gulley.
Y'all have a blessed Sunday!

Have a good day Jaye:) I will be doing the laundry, cleaning and getting those rose bushes out!! What a fun day for me!!UGH

Hope you find a place for those bushes Stacey. If not I'll have to call the plant police on ya!!

I am giving 1 away and the rest are in the trash!!

OK-I have some emails for you all-2 are super funny and 1 is emotional...

The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the
> > dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would
empty
> > his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.
> > As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as
> > they were dropped into the jar . They landed with a merry jingle when
the
> > jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as
the
> > jar was filled.
> > I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper
and
> > silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured
> > through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at
the
> > kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.
> > Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production . Stacked
neatly
> > in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on
the
> > seat of his old truck.
> > Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me
> > hopefully. 'Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill,
son
> > You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to
hold
> > you back.'
> > Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the
> > counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly 'These are
> > for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life
like
> > me.'
> > We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream
cone.
> > I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the
ice
> > cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins
nestled
> > in his palm. 'When we get home, we'll start filling the jar again.' He
> > always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled
> > around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. 'You'll get
> > to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,' he said. 'But
you'll
> > get there; I'll see to that.'
> > No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop
his
> > coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill,
> > and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single
dime
> > was taken from the jar.
> > To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup
over
> > my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than
ever
> > to make a way out for me. 'When you finish college, Son,' he told me,
his
> > eyes glistening, 'You'll never have to eat beans again - unless you want
> > to.'
> > The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town.
> > Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and
> > noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had
> > been removed.
> > A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser
where
> > the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never
> > lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The
> > pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the
> > most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife
> > Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my
> > life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much
> > my dad had loved me.
> > The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the
> > holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each
other
> > on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began
> > to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. 'She probably
needs
> > to be changed,' she said, carrying the baby into my parents' bedroom to
> > diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a
strange
> > mist in her eyes.
> > She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into
> > the room. 'Look,' she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on
the
> > floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never
been
> > removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with
coins.
> > I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out
a
> > fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the
coins
> > into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had
slipped
> > quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the
same
> > emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.
> > This truly touched my heart. I know it has yours as well. Sometimes we
are
> > so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings.
> > Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture
you
> > can change a person's life, for better or for worse.


The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched - they must
> > be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller

When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I
take her someplace expensive....
so, I took her to a gas station..... and then the fight started....


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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office
to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for
my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and
realized I had left my wallet at home.

I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would
have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.

So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me'
and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my
experience at the Social Security office.

She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You
might have gotten disability, too'

And then the fight started.....


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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high
school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink
as she sat alone at a nearby table.

My wife asked,'Do you know her?'
'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to
drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober
since.'

'My God!' says my wife, 'Who would think a
person could go on celebrating that long?'

And then the fight started.....


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I rear-ended a car this morning.

So, there we were alongside the road a nd slowly the
other driver got out of his car.

You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and
little things just seem funny?

Yeah, well I couldn't believe it.... he was a DWARF!!!

He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and
shouted, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!!!'

So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then
which one are you?'

And then the fight started.....

Here is a typical man one:)


Dear Abby,

I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice.

I have suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me.

The usual signs; phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up.

My wife has been going out with "the girls" a lot recently although when I ask their names she always says,
"Just some friends from work, you don't know them. "

I always try to stay awake to look out for her coming home,
but I usually fall asleep.

Anyway, I have never approached the subjectwith my wife.

I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.

Around midnight, I decided to hide in the garage behind my golf clubs, so I could get a good view of the whole street when she arrived home from a night out with "the girls".

When she got out of the car she was buttoning up her blouse, which was open and she took her panties out of her purse
and slipped them on.

It was at that moment, crouching behind my clubs, that I noticed that the graphite shaft on my driver appeared to have a hairline crack right by the club head.

Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back
to the pro shop where I bought it?

Steve

wally has a wife! the honeymooned all afternoon under the shed!

Your typical golfer!!!!^_^ LOL LOL LOL :=D

this is jack and jill

and my baby peacocks

Can't wait wait to see all your critters! I want to wander amongst them! I want to pet them!