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Post by stepper on Apr 12, 2013 16:39:27 GMT -6
Extra sweet because it was a double mocha cappuccino! And you were up twice as long last evening!
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Post by Siren on Apr 15, 2013 7:07:36 GMT -6
One of life's little pleasures...
the feel of fresh dirt in your hands
Deciding that spring couldn't wait any longer, I got busy this weekend, and planted rose moss, petunias, impatiens, and....strawberries! My first strawberry patch. I also planted petunias in a long-unused planter near a senior-living building near my office. Makes me happy, seeing them there. And I hope the residents there like them, too.
I also brought some plants home from my mom's house, where they wintered. I have really missed them. My porch looks much better.
Our planting and porch plants have been delayed by lingering cold weather. Not that I'm complaining. The heat of summer will be here far too soon.
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Post by stepper on Apr 15, 2013 19:48:05 GMT -6
Every year the news stations here have a piece about the post office staying open late on the 15th and showing lines of cars driving by - people dropping off their tax returns to postmen stationed outside to make it fast and easy. But not this year - they all closed on time and there were no outside quick drop off locations either. Spock is right about it being a good thing to get it all done in advance of the last minute rush. I beat the last minute rush by two hours this year.
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Post by stepper on Apr 15, 2013 19:51:22 GMT -6
I don't have a lot of luck with the dirt thing Siren. Seems most years all I grow is dirtier.
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Post by stepper on Apr 17, 2013 19:38:08 GMT -6
An e-mail from a friend at a garage sale, and a 15" flat screen monitor for $20.
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Post by Siren on Apr 23, 2013 22:08:30 GMT -6
Holy cow, Step! That is a great deal, for sure!!
Maybe your bad luck with dirt is due to picking the wrong crop. How about growing ivy...the silk kind? ;D
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Post by stepper on Apr 24, 2013 19:59:36 GMT -6
Alas – no silk worms for the garden.
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Post by Phalon on May 15, 2013 4:29:27 GMT -6
Making time to pamper the neglected: my feet!
I'm on them all day long, and shoot, they were screaming for some attention - as Hubs would say 'my dogs were barking'. Drew a steamy-hot foot bath with lavender-scented bath salts last night, and gave them a nice long soak. Ahhhhh.
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Post by stepper on May 15, 2013 17:47:04 GMT -6
Done that. I've used those before. I done it in the day too. Oh yeah...me too!
Okay - here, we part ways. You exhanged one kind of stink for another? You're a girl huh.
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Post by Phalon on May 16, 2013 6:06:37 GMT -6
It's been documented somewhere, I'm sure.
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Post by stepper on May 16, 2013 17:04:35 GMT -6
Well there you go! That completely explains the lavender salts, and a previous conversation about the testosterone temple. Of course, it does not iron out all the conversations that so baffled me, but it helps.
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Post by Siren on May 29, 2013 18:57:13 GMT -6
A pleasure we've had a decent amount of this spring...
Sitting on the porch and watching it rain
But now, some of the joy of our wet spring has been taken away. Every time it rains, I think of those poor people whose homes were damaged in the storm, and that what little they have left is now getting rained on.
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Post by stepper on Dec 31, 2013 18:41:04 GMT -6
A butterfly landing on you to rest. That happened right before the cold spells arrived - I thought it was too late in the season but one of the local butterflies that looks somewhat like a small Monarch landed on my hand.
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Post by Siren on Jan 7, 2014 20:41:01 GMT -6
In the movie "Love Is A Many Splendored Thing", a Eurasian doctor says that having a butterfly land on you is good luck. Here's hoping that's true, Step.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 11, 2014 6:20:42 GMT -6
I've got to give this a mention because it rarely happens; actually, in my experience, it's never happened:
Arrived at the Secretary of State yesterday at 12:05pm.
Payed my fees, got my registration, my picture taken, and my renewed license.
Was out the door and sitting in my car at 12:10pm.
12:12pm: Called Hubs to gloat; it took him over 2 hours to do the same thing at a different SOS location a couple of weeks ago.
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Post by stepper on Nov 11, 2014 15:09:48 GMT -6
Sometimes, simple things are the best. At the moment, the house is filled with the smell of chocolate chip cookies. BBL!
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 11, 2014 18:26:15 GMT -6
Don't talk with your mouth full. And don't brag about having cookies when no one else does.
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Post by stepper on Nov 11, 2014 20:31:15 GMT -6
I apologize about the brag - but I took care of having cookies when no one else does. There are no more fresh, soft, home made, chocolate chip cookies.
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 11, 2014 21:58:26 GMT -6
Oh, man. I can't get a refund on my tickets now! I so had planned on confiscating those cookies right from under your nose. I could do with some snacks.
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Post by stepper on Nov 12, 2014 17:05:21 GMT -6
Come on down - I'll make you some! Listen - can you hear the clinking pans?
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Post by Phalon on Nov 14, 2014 7:23:34 GMT -6
Oops, sorry Joxie. I didn't mean to so violently shove you out of the way, then trample over you in my rush. I swear. Honestly.
Did I hear mention of chocolate chip cookies? Are they chocolatey? Are they still warm? And gooey?
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 14, 2014 17:41:31 GMT -6
Phalon: Just don't bump my arms, they're both bruised and any touch causes pain.
Stepper: You knowing my plans for a sneak attack thwarts my endeavor. And I'm too bruised up to even attempt to get into Phalon's way.
Okay. Phalon tells on herself all the time, so I guess I should spill. First a bit of lead up.
My cat has gotten into the habit of expecting me to just stand in the kitchen while he eats. If I move to kill two birds with one stone, he runs out of the room. So, I have to just stand there. Sometimes I can move slowly and sneak out of the room, and he'll continue eating. Most times he'll follow me out and pester me to return so I can stand and watch him eat.
Now, when I know he has food in the kitchen, I'll generally ignore him. He can go eat without me or starve. Unfortunately he learned a trick from his brother who died years ago. His brother discovered that I won't ignore the sounds of 'puking.' So he would 'puke' whenever he didn't want me to continue ignoring him. So, now, with his brother's trick firmly in mind, he'll lick on the carpet, furniture, walls, plastic bags, whatever . . . until it gags him and he starts hacking in order to throw up.
Generally, if he's close to the 'guest' bathroom, I'll throw him in there and shut the door. The floor is linoleum, and he can throw up to his heart's content and I'll clean it up when he's done. If he isn't close enough, I'll grab him and hang his head over the nearest trash can or the toilet in my bathroom, which has a carpet floor. And that is what I had intended to do on Monday, when his hacking woke me up.
I jumped out of bed, scooped him up off the floor, and lost my balance as I ran for my bathroom toilet. I hit the bathroom doorjamb with my right upper arm, bounced off of that, stumbled into the bathroom, and hit the floor. I still had the cat in my arms, and wasn't mad enough at this point to just land on him and smear his carcass into the carpet, so I put all of my weight onto my left elbow. I managed to get him over the toilet just in time to 'toss his cookies' and then raced him to the other bathroom and shut him inside, as he wasn't done puking just yet.
I have this huge red blotch to the side of my elbow. It's sort of a carpet burn, but doesn't feel like one. It doesn't sting. It sort of bubbled, with the red (blood) inside the flattened bubble? Or maybe it was carpet burned to a silky crisp? (It's just not like any carpet burn I've ever had before.) The elbow and parts of the arm on either side were swollen and very numb for about 3 days. Parts are still numb, but it's beginning to let me know it's there now. Putting on a coat, or putting my purse on my shoulder brings pain.
There's a huge pale blue spot above the elbow, so I must have done far more damage than I had thought at the time. I could move the arm, bend the elbow, and there wasn't any sharp pain, so I figured I didn't break anything. I had a yearly checkup with the doctor today, so I had her look at it. She didn't seem worried, and didn't ask for x-rays, so I suppose I'll live.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 14, 2014 18:02:09 GMT -6
Well that's a positive Jox. Glad to hear you're okay after all that. Instead of rushing the cat to the guest bathroom when he tries this trick, have you considered chucking him/her out the nearest window [with some force] to see if this makes him/her change it's ways. Outraged cat lovers need not descend upon my head.
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 14, 2014 18:07:29 GMT -6
My uncle gave him to me when he was a year old, and his front paws are declawed. He would not survive the herd of feral cats I feed outside, so, alas, I cannot toss him out the door. Shutting him up in the spare bathroom is my only option.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 14, 2014 18:17:24 GMT -6
He would not survive the herd of feral cats I feed outside, Yeah well that was kinda my point Jox. OKay, cat lovers do really not need to descend on my head now.
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 14, 2014 18:23:40 GMT -6
Well, don't think I'm not tempted too sometimes.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 14, 2014 18:25:45 GMT -6
Yikes, hope I haven't planted homicidal thought's in your head Jox.
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 14, 2014 18:29:48 GMT -6
Nopers. They were there long before you made your post.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 14, 2014 18:37:49 GMT -6
Phew, that's a relief.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 15, 2014 8:29:22 GMT -6
Of, course. Life is no fun at all when you take yourself too seriously.
It's kind of ironic your story ended up in this thread. Pets: one of life's greatest little pleasures....and the source of some of our biggest headaches.
HA! Kind of like kids.
Hope you're unbruised, unsore, and feeling better soon, Joxie.
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