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Post by Phalon on Aug 13, 2009 6:07:03 GMT -6
I've got the same problem, Joxie - no conditioner, and I can forget about getting a brush through my hair. A comb? HA! There is not a comb made that'll get through the masses. I don't like that leave in stuff either; I think for me it's more the thought of actually walking around through the day with goop in my hair (ick), than whether it actually works or not - I've never tried it to find out.
Chapstick - I like Burt's Bees Lip Shimmer - it's a lip balm and lipstick in one; it comes with color (my favorite is rhubarb).
And is not made for bulldogs!
The rain is nice, but I prefer the snow. Walking at night when it's snowing (peacefully, not with gusting, biting winds and sideways snow) is actually one of my favorite things. It's so peaceful and quiet; the snow already on the ground muffles every noise expect for the sound of your footsteps.
Toilet paper and paper-towels hung with the end over or under the roll?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Aug 13, 2009 14:24:20 GMT -6
Which ever direction is the opposite that mom hangs it.
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Post by Phalon on Aug 13, 2009 22:42:01 GMT -6
Awwwww, I'm tellin' Mom on you.
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Post by quettalee on Aug 14, 2009 20:30:33 GMT -6
End over.
Led Zeppelin or Rolling Stones?
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Post by Phalon on Aug 15, 2009 4:49:07 GMT -6
Led Zeppelin to listen to; The Rolling Stones to sing along.
Bookmarks or folding down the corner of the page?
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Post by stepper on Aug 15, 2009 19:07:29 GMT -6
Bookmarks. I have several that are entertaining by themselves. And you can't fix that darned folded corner. Bookmarks leave the book more pristine somehow.
Glasses or Lasik?
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Post by Phalon on Aug 15, 2009 20:14:56 GMT -6
I'll have to go with glasses.....if I can remember where I put them. The car would seem the likely place; I only use them to drive, and only while I'm driving at night....and only if I want to see where I'm going.
Vacations to faraway destinations, or staying close to home?
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Post by quettalee on Aug 18, 2009 20:54:00 GMT -6
Far, far away.
Getting studio tickets to The Oprah Show or The Price Is Right?
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Post by stepper on Aug 22, 2009 15:07:50 GMT -6
I'd go for the faraway destinations, and since I don't like Oprah, I'd pick The Price Is Right. Do a puzzle (picture type) or play solitare?
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Post by Phalon on Aug 22, 2009 22:13:16 GMT -6
Solitare.
Recliners or rocking chairs?
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Post by vox on Aug 23, 2009 6:29:08 GMT -6
Defiitely recliners! you cant relax ina rocking chair!
Normal bed or water bed?
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Post by quettalee on Aug 23, 2009 10:43:13 GMT -6
I like "soft sider"[/url] water beds, but I haven't slept in a bed since Oct. Still doing the "couch-bed-in-the-livingroom" thingy. Spell check or Merriam Webster?
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Post by stepper on Aug 23, 2009 17:30:30 GMT -6
Recliners or rocking chairs? Can I have both? If I can't have a rocker recliner then I'll go for the recliner. Normal bed - I just can't get comfortable on a water bed. Spell check - most often, but occasionally it won't have a word I'm sure is appropriate, and then I go to Merriam Webster. Except for the water bed seems I want it both ways today.
Ceiling fan or floor fan?
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Post by quettalee on Aug 23, 2009 20:30:17 GMT -6
Floor fan, definitely. Gotta have that 20" boxer roaring on high speed to be able to rest at all...and usually blowing right on me.
Spend a weekend in New York City or New Orleans?
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Post by stepper on Aug 24, 2009 19:23:38 GMT -6
New York - didn't even have to think about that one.
Larger pet (horse) or smaller (box turtle) - not those specifically- just size examples
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Post by quettalee on Aug 25, 2009 9:48:17 GMT -6
I would love to have a horse if I had the place and money wasn't an issue.
Swinging on a swing or climbing trees?
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Post by stepper on Aug 25, 2009 21:35:57 GMT -6
I have a fantasy of having a matched pair of Clydesdales, and a sleigh, and snow, and woods...they have some of the Budweiser Clydesdales at Sea World and they're magnificent. Climbing trees! We had a couple of great places near home that made going from tree to tree a blast! And if you wanted to swing, just hang a rope from a limb.
Diving board/platform or rope swing into a pond?
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Post by Phalon on Aug 26, 2009 4:20:15 GMT -6
Definitely swinging for me. Climbing trees might've been fun when I was a kid, but my adult-onset fear of heights keeps me from the thrill of the climb these days. I still get on the swings though.
Including ropes that swing over water. Just last week, BP and I were swinging over the pond at the nursery from a rope hung in the giant willow. No swing and release over this pond though; too murky to see what's in there. <shudder at what might be lurking in the depths>
Diving boards are fun, but swinging is better (if the water is clear).
Is the joy in cooking, or more in eating?
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Post by quettalee on Aug 26, 2009 11:17:21 GMT -6
You know my answer. I would much rather cook...as long as there are peeps that enjoy and eat lots & lots of what I prepare!
Playing Scrabble or Chess?
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Post by Phalon on Aug 26, 2009 12:43:08 GMT -6
I'd have to say Scrabble; I never learned how to play Chess. I can't ever remember playing Scrabble either - the adult version, anyway. LX used to have Scrabble Junior when she was little, and we played that - it was more my speed, most probably, than Scrabble for the over-age-six crowd. I wonder whatever happen to that game; I'd dig it out for BP for just an excuse to play.
And it just so happens I'd rather eat what someone else cooks. So what's for dinner?
Actually, I'm thinking nothing. Nobody's eating anything here unless I get my butt to the grocery store soon. (I hate spending my day off doing stuff I don't wanna do - grocery shopping is among that stuff.)
Grocery shopping or playing out in the fresh air after a nice cleansing rain? (Pfft.)
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Post by stepper on Aug 26, 2009 20:55:20 GMT -6
For me, the hang up is adult-onset weight. There aren't a lot of limbs that can handle what I've become. Even mine are starting to have problems. Oh well. That sort of answers the next one too. The fun is in eating. Chess. I used to play often. I was never rated of course, but I've played rated players. LMAO! I wasn't much of a challenge to the serious players. I had too much trouble playing out far enough. They were always 2 or 3 moves ahead of me and you can't win that way. And right now - shopping. Rain is nice - and I love thunderstorms - but when the temps are over 100, rain is humidity and I'll opt for the grocery store with its' fresh baked bread and cinnamon rolls! Speaking of which, that would be a good this or that.. What smells better? Baking bread or cinnamon rolls? (TG. Which would you prefer to cook? I swear sometimes the bakery in grocery stores is only there to make the place smell - and make you hungry!)
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Post by quettalee on Aug 27, 2009 10:22:29 GMT -6
Cinnamon rolls.
I have never baked any breads except zucchini or pumpkin...never just plain bread. Mary loved my cinnamon rolls.
Hanging laundry outside to dry (does anyone do this anymore?) or everything in the dryer?
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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 27, 2009 17:01:56 GMT -6
If I had a clothes line, and I wasn't lazy: Hanging the laundry out. But since I don't have a clothes line, & I'm lazy: Clothes dryer. (Unless the clothes specify otherwise, then I put on a clothes hanger and hang from the shower head.)
dark chocolate or milk chocolate?
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Post by quettalee on Aug 28, 2009 11:38:09 GMT -6
Dark.
Tie-dying t-shirts or paper-mache?
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Post by Phalon on Aug 29, 2009 4:57:32 GMT -6
Ooooo, cinnamon rolls....Ooooo, fresh-baked bread! Tough choice, but since the smell of bread baking takes me back to when I was a kid, and I'd walk in the door after school to the heavenly scent of bread cooling on the counter, I'll go with that. I don't bake bread, but I make cinnamon rolls for the girls occasionally - the kind out of a can. The scent of them burning in the oven, usually lets me know they're about done.
This is strictly an aftermath event for me, since I'm usually the clean-up crew. I'd have to say tie-dying.
With or without nuts?
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Post by stepper on Aug 29, 2009 21:23:24 GMT -6
Clothes Line, Milk chocolate, tie-dye, and with nuts!
shoot pool or play poker?
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Post by quettalee on Aug 30, 2009 11:25:19 GMT -6
Shoot pool.
Going swimming....
dive right in or tippy-toe in slowly?
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Post by stepper on Aug 30, 2009 16:15:12 GMT -6
Dive right in. It can be such a memorable experience. When I was a young boy scout we went camping in the Pocono's. It was a miserably hot day, but part of the day's activities was climbing a mountain next to a waterfall. When we got to the top there were a couple of small pools which were crystal clear right to the bottom. There was a Siren (a Greek one, not ours) singing her invitation to join her at the bottom. It really was irresistable, and I jumped right in. Did I mention this was in the mountains? See, this is the day I learned that mountain pools get their water from melted snow. Even in the summer when it's hot those things are really nothing more than snow in its liquid form. For those not familiar with snow in liquid form, its mean temperature is 1/100th degree above what is required for making pop-cicles. Cold does not beging to describe that stuff. In case you've never heard this before, on a person of the male persuation, exposure to cold causes certain body parts to retreat and look for warmer climes - meaning I had a knot in my throat. It was so cold I almost bounced off, but no, I sank in. Oh yes, I highly recommend just diving in. After all, that's where memories come from, leaping without looking. Steak on the grill, or broiled?
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Post by quettalee on Aug 31, 2009 20:31:01 GMT -6
Oh Stepper!! Your story gave me "heart smiles". Neither. But if it was 10 years ago, broiled...with mushrooms...and fresh garlic...and freshly-ground black pepper.Revisit the past for 24 hours or move ahead into the future 24 years?
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Post by Phalon on Sept 3, 2009 21:45:28 GMT -6
I'm a staller and always have been. Even when I swam competitively, I could never dive right in. Two practices a day, six days a week in addition to meets, and you'd think I could learn to deal with that initial shock of cold water. Nope - once I eased myself gently into the water, my first lap of warm-up was spent hopping across the pool, arms in the air because for some reason they were one of the hardest body parts to get wet, until I couldn't reach the bottom anymore. Only then was it time to plunge.
Hubs has stories of those colder-than-ice waterfall mountain pool disappearing acts, Stepper. We were still dating, visiting his childhood haunts, when he took me to Table Rock, an absolutely gorgeous waterfall in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains - and dang, that water was cold! Then he told me a story similar to yours. Immediately gone from my head were any notions I had about romance in the falls. Hey, it works in the movies!
Revisit the past 24 hours. I'd miss too much jumping ahead twenty-four years!
Jewerly or not?
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