I think she meant "50 .... not "30"
Let's Talk Turkey - Thanksgiving Edition
So that's what I have to look foward to with my 2 yr old daughter...oh, joy!
My b-day is Jan 31st and I am always reminding hubby to buy me something extra while out Christmas shopping and save it for my b-day because by the time Jan 31st rolls around the stores are setting up their swimwear shops.
I have no children. I don't think the world is ready for a dahlianut jr.
Polly !!!!!!!!!!!!
lets clearify.I started having children when I was 19.
they were all born in 5 and 1/2 years. The oldest is 54.
He left when the oldest was ten, things went up-hill after that.
i knew you weren't born in 1836!
Oh my gosh, JoAnn, 24 years old and 4 children, all girls. And the husband left when your oldest was 10. Bless you lady!
Yes, kudos, Jo Anne. My grandmother was left with 13 still at home when my grandfather died! My mom, the youngest, was only four.
Yup..me too JoAnn only I left him, had enough abuse. Was 24 with 4 kids and on my own also!
My hats off to your mother Victor.
Pixie sure find out what your made of when its you who leaves.
Hats off to all who raise children alone.
Does explain why you seemed to have a strong personality when I met you hear at DG. It's very hard to tell somethings here in cyber space but your determination and self confidence was evident from the begining. I mean this as a total compliment I hope you know!!
Thanks Pixi
Amen............no one deserves destructive abuse and no one is ordained to take it. When it is time to take a hike move on. I think my thinking applys to all.
We have supported one lady for many years at the American Rescue Worker's Mission. Not the same individual. We just feel this organization does a good job, in our community and needs what we give to them, to work with. To a lesser degree we also help the Salvation Army.
I trained the AmericanRescue Worker's how to restore the dolls they get in. I may be going in to work with them again on the same mission. They do a bang up job restoring their babies. I could easily handle two days a week of service if they again will use me as a trainer and organizer. Their present trainer and organizer is getting up in years. They have lots of helpers that work reasonably well when properly supervised. If the time and emotions are correct we may work to get a couple of folks ready for a supervisory position.
good works Willi
I also had the pleasure of training a female Major in the Salvation Army. She did what I do by going to and training different organizational units, of the Army. The first was in the Greater Washington, DC service area. Her husband was also a Major. She needed his loving help because she was blind. They are now happily retired in the Va. Beach, Va. area. What she did improved the doll restoration income over a regional service of the Army.
That's great, Dwaine! It was my grandmother who was the saint, Jo Anne. My mom's not bad either.^_^
A little change of subject!
http://www.livescience.com/health/081203-hourglass-figure.html
Well isn't that interesting Victor. Personally I think its all about the doo. Body shape and fertility are one thing but what if the person is just plain mean? A good doo, like a Pebbles Flintstone, is a good indication of an aptitude for joy and nurturing which will increase the chance of raising healthy, happy kidlings IMHO. Well there that was my little political moment for the day. Thanks Victor for making me think about that.
Had to share this:
Sad passing....
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly.
He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived
by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads a lift.
The Thought To Ponder Today .In Loving Memory of the Doughboy, never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway...
I've seen that. Cute!
Very nice.
Thankful for short term memory problems I only vaguely remember the above but roared at reading it again.
Good share Pixie
(Again) - Did you say something, Jo Anne??^_^
That is the truth Sherrie, Thanks for sharing!!
GAAAACK
That was too funny Celeste.
Makes ya think, thanks Sherrie.
Why is it that people who don't drive the rest of the year always seem to come out around Christmas to go shopping? Why can't they just stay home and order on line?
Sherrie:
I use my PayPal debit card for shopping online. It's a good thing to have, just in case.
Sherrie, but I'm sure he drives the rest of the year, yes?
I always thought the Pilsberry Doughboy grew up to be the Michelin Man. I guess not. That is too funny.
lol
The Michelin Man is what happens when the hormones start wearing off.
A report came out the other day saying that in a survey, 64% of HS students said that had cheated on a test at least once in the past year. 38% said they had done so at least two or more times. 82% said they copied someone's homework and 36% used the internet to plagiarize.
What a future!
So glad I retired! But there were so many nice kids, too. I'd like to protect my Gkids from school, but know that they need to learn about life. My DS had times during HS when I could've strangled him, but he turned out fine in the end. I remember one night, he was way past curfew (which he insisted he was the only teen in town to have), & I couldn't sleep--jumped into the car at 1:30 am---I didn't know where I was going, but I had to do something---& he was coming up the hill in my jeep---puts down his window, & yells "What's the matter, Mom? Where are you going at this time of night?" He was like so grounded!
Loved that Pilsbury one! I've gotten that in my email before.
My road is half dirt and half paved. I'm glad I don't live on the dirt side. Dusty when dry, muddy when wet, and full of holes until the town finally decides to grade it.
Karen
Why does a wood fire make so much dust?