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Post by leafsoup on Dec 17, 2006 22:26:19 GMT -6
What a brat! "I'll get you my pretty" (words taken from the witch)
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Post by Phalon on Dec 17, 2006 22:33:20 GMT -6
The witch melts in the end of the story, no?
There's no place like home; there's no place like home.
Or more appropriately in my case, "If I only had a brain."
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Post by Phalon on Dec 17, 2006 23:34:19 GMT -6
Shoot, popped in here and forgot to answer the question: What is my dream job.
I have it. Where else would I get to play in the mud, work with such an odd and eclectic bunch of people, (including most of our customers), "dress-down", (although my jeans and t-shirts are always ironed) to play in the mud, do something I love, get paid for it, and get three months off out of the year - although, pfft, I don't get paid for that part.
There are times though - when it's pouring rain and one of those odd eclectic customers deems it necessary to look at every variety of shrub we carry; when I'm covered in mud by 9am in the morning; when it's sweltering hot, or freezing cold; and when every muscle in my body is screaming and my legs feel like lead as I walk up the stairs to fall comatose in the bed - that I wonder how much longer I'll be able to do it. Funny thing is - at 42 years, I feel better than I did in my late twenties. And at 42 years, I am by far the youngest employee there - except for the "new girl" who started last year who is two months younger than I. Chippie. And she is the only person who I have tenure over - everyone, from those of us in retail, to the crews out back, have been there at least five years longer than I - one woman even working there longer than I am old; she started at fifteen. Forty-two years working for the same company! Can you imagine? Such an absolutely great place to work.....when it's nice outside.
My dream job though....a vision I've had in my head since probably Jr. High: to own a house up north on the beach, and looking out over the stormy lake write best selling mystery novels. I'm almost there: five blocks from the beach, and though not best selling, every thing I write here is pretty much a mystery.
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 18, 2006 11:20:47 GMT -6
Where can you get paid to drive a fancy car (black Jag) sit on the beach in the summer and play in the snow in the winter? Sign me up.
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Post by Siren on Dec 18, 2006 23:21:23 GMT -6
"My dream job though....a vision I've had in my head since probably Jr. High: to own a house up north on the beach, and looking out over the stormy lake write best selling mystery novels."
Reminds me of that good old movie, "The Ghost & Mrs. Muir" - Mrs. M, a young widow, rents a gorgeous old house near the beach, a house haunted by a previous owner: the ghosty of a salty, and sexy, sea captain. She writes his memoir, as he dictates it to her, and the book becomes a hit. And she and the captain's ghost fall in love. How can it work, you ask? Watch it and see. Has a sweet, sad ending.
I'm with you, yinyang!
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Post by Phalon on Dec 19, 2006 0:18:50 GMT -6
Ok, Yinyang, you're hired. I live just a few blocks from the beach. I have snow in the winter. I have a fancy car....if you look through squinted eyes closed tight, in a driving snow storm, in the dead of the darkest night my 17 year old Chevy S-10 might could slightly possibly maybe look like a black Jag. It's black anyway. Close enough.
Your new job description includes obedience training for my dust bunnies. Teach them to play dead so they won't multiply. Load 'em up in the bed of the S-10, drive them to the beach and let them build dust-bunny burrows in the sand. Winter time they become snowshoe rabbits. Sound fun? Though it can get a bit harey at times.
Siren, I saw "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir" as a kid, and it quite possibly might be where I got that vision in my head.
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Post by Siren on Dec 19, 2006 23:10:00 GMT -6
It's a great vision to have, Gams. Would be nice if it was a great big house with all my loved ones in it, but plenty of room for me to be alone with my books and my music and my cats.
And you're so fortunate to have a job you love. I advise young people as often as I can to find a way to make a living, doing what they love - whether it's crunching numbers, watching sports, taking care of people, cooking, driving, working out, whatever. Find a way to make a living at it, and you'll never work a day. I've been lucky that way, too.
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 20, 2006 9:31:23 GMT -6
Sounds like fun Phalon. Ill be there as soon I can.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 20, 2006 23:21:46 GMT -6
I'll have the dust bunnies bathed and under my bed when you get here, Yinyang. And I'll try to teach them some manners before you arrive.
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Post by Siren on Mar 10, 2007 1:54:25 GMT -6
Next question: what's an unusual talent that you have? (outside the bedroom) Mine: pinball, a dying art
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Post by Gabbin on Mar 10, 2007 13:38:55 GMT -6
I have never seen this post before. Cool beans.
I am just wondering why you are pinning balls, Siren? And whose?
I cannot think of any particular talents I have (outside the bedroom). Hmmm, I would have to say that I am good at spor ...OH! I know. Kinda different but;
I have real good periphery vision. When stuff drops I usually catch it. Real odd. Oh, and I have a map memory. If I go to a place once, whether night or day or backwards, I remember it and can just follow it back.-useful, it is.
Course, one could say that pinning balls was too.....
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Post by Phalon on Mar 11, 2007 23:43:25 GMT -6
Unusual talents....hmmmm, I'll have to think on this. That "outside the bedroom" puts a lot of limitations on it. How about "on the kitchen table"? The backseat of the van? The garage?
I can spread them wide...my toes, and pick up things with them.
I can back a trailer attached to a John Deere Gator for great distances - around corners, through trees, between vehicles - and never jack-knife it, or take out anybody in the vicinity. And I can do it fast if I want.
Maybe that last thing is a stand alone sentence.
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Post by Siren on Mar 13, 2007 7:10:38 GMT -6
"map memory" - now that IS useful, Gaggie. If not for expedia.com, I'd probably never leave town.
Ball pinning? I've never pinned one that didn't deserve it.
And Gams, I'm impressed by your backing ability. Erma Bombeck wrote a classic column about trying to help her husband navigate as he backed their RV into a slot. Absolutely hilarious, and so true.
I share your talent for talented toes. Quite handy, er, footy, when you're picking up your socks you left on the floor.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 13, 2007 9:42:20 GMT -6
I'll have to see if I can find some of Erma's quotes on RV backing, Siren. Hubs wants to rent one this summer. He thinks the longer the better. While I generally agree with this train of thought, when it comes to an RV, I'm not so sure.
Another usual talent: I have the innate ability to either blow up, completely destroy, or render useless anything electrical or mechanical that I touch.
Off to try to fix Clark, my answering machine guy. It's the third time in two weeks I've shocked him into a stupor, while suddenly the answering machine in the other room, (nameless at this time), that I zapped last year just answering the phone and which has not worked since but which I never bothered to unplug, now records, but does not play back.
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Post by Gabbin on Mar 13, 2007 22:37:01 GMT -6
You and electric things, sheesh. Maybe it is your electrical current.
Clark, Clark, he is so talented, soon he will be rapping phone messages.
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Post by Siren on Mar 14, 2007 20:17:02 GMT -6
Gams, my sis thinks that passage about helping hubby steer the RV is from Erma's book, "At Wit's End". Even if it isn't, that's a hilarious book. We read our copy to tatters.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 14, 2007 22:34:51 GMT -6
Thanks Siren; I'll see if I can find it at the library.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 14, 2007 22:36:23 GMT -6
Not sure if this is what you all are looking for....
I can tie cherry stems in a knot with my tongue. Apparently fascinating bar trick.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 14, 2007 22:39:36 GMT -6
I can tie my tongue in a knot simply trying to talk.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 14, 2007 22:40:34 GMT -6
*snort*
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Post by vox on Mar 15, 2007 15:22:42 GMT -6
Oh wow! and I ithought I was a hoarder, here's what's in my purse ready?
Bank Card Crerdit Card Library Card Home Delivery card for frozen food Mataln card Costco Wholesalers card Camping & Caravanning membership card ECDL card card from the local tea room National Lottery card County Archive Research record office card Card from favourite hairdressers Privisional driving licence 3 repeat prescriptions 2 passport photos (that I wished I'd never had done!) 2 scan pictures of grandchildren umpteen receipts (must shred those) 3 receipts from dentist (to prove I have paid!) a gem that I was given from weightwatchers group, I hung on to that to remind me that I can lose weight when I want, it was given to me cos I lost 1 stone! Oh, and iinside the zipped section, a load of pennies, not much else!
I seem to have gotten much better at not hanging on to junk as I have gotten older, it used to be that I could not get my purse done up! Well that was my money purse, now if you are talking handbags!
Well that's a different story, and my list would be endless!
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Post by Siren on Mar 15, 2007 21:32:49 GMT -6
Oh, well in that case, what's in the oddest thing in that handbag? This is "nosy questions", after all. Quick peek at mine would be... several pairs of dice a pretty rock from my uncle's pond a lead slug from pistol practice with my dad and I still have that 2004 OU women's basketball ticket stub (autographed by Sunny Hardeman) and the earplugs (ready for my next concert - woohoo!)
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Post by Siren on Mar 15, 2007 21:44:21 GMT -6
Not sure if this is what you all are looking for.... I can tie cherry stems in a knot with my tongue. Apparently fascinating bar trick. Yes, indeedy, Scrappy - exactly the kind of unusual talent I meant. The only bar trick I can do involves a coaster. Learned how to do it while working at a pizza joint back in college. And I can still do it!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 15, 2007 22:46:49 GMT -6
So do we get details? Teach us oh great one....
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Post by Siren on Apr 12, 2007 22:12:09 GMT -6
I wish I could, Scrap. But I probably couldn't explain how to seal an envelope, much less do the bar coaster trick.
Next nosy question...
As a child, what or who did you dream of being?
Me? One of "Charlie's Angels". Later, I wanted to be Chris Evert.
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Post by katina2nd on Apr 13, 2007 19:38:40 GMT -6
Discovering all sorts of new talents about you gals and your party tricks. Chris Evert eh, did you possess a mean backhand Siren? Who did I want to be as a kid, ummm, good question, probably to numerous to mention, from Hopalong Cassidy to Tarzan, guess if I had my druthers though it would be James Bond, every kids [ and a lot of adults ] ultimate fantasy I guess. Could just imagine myself in the surrounds of some plush Casino, lounging nonchalantly in my chair as I downed a Martini, shaken but not stirred of course, lighting my imported cigarette with the three gold bands .............................. then bursting into a fit of coughing from the smoke and passing out from the effects of the drink.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 13, 2007 20:53:08 GMT -6
BOLL, Katina. But what will Ms. P. Galore do with a passed out James? Watch your back, Dear Man.
When I was a kid I wanted to be Laura Ingalls - from the book series, not the television show. I think I remember also wanting to be Daphne in the Scooby Doo cartoons - not especially because I thought Daphne particularly interesting, but I wanted to ride in the Mystery Van, and expose fake ghosts. I think I'd have to shoot Shaggy though - or at least gag him.
My friend and I always pretended we were Peggy Flemming and Dorothy Hamel when we were ice skating; we took turns being Dorothy, switching after the other got too dizzy doing our versions of the "Hamel Camel".
My brother and I, and a few in the neighborhood pretended we were Evil Knievel. We built a ramp out of plywood and jumped various objects on our bikes. Sometimes when we ran out of objects to jump, we'd jump our bikes over each other.....until Mom came out.
Then we wished we were somewhere else, and anybody but Mom's kids.
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Post by Siren on Apr 14, 2007 22:42:38 GMT -6
Could just imagine myself in the surrounds of some plush Casino, lounging nonchalantly in my chair as I downed a Martini, shaken but not stirred of course, lighting my imported cigarette with the three gold bands .............................. then bursting into a fit of coughing from the smoke and passing out from the effects of the drink. Lol! I know what you mean, kat. If I tried to be elegant, I'd step on the hem of my own evening gown, and go tumbling down the red carpet, I'm sure. Unfortunately, my backhand was practically nonexistent, kat. But for a summer or 2, I had big dreams. And Chrissy was my ideal, for sure. Dorothy Hamill! I loved her too, Gams. I had the doll, the fan club membership, the haircut (or as close an imitation as I could get with my thin, fine hair), even the Short & Sassy Shampoo. I thought she was just the berries. And I had my Evel Knievel phase, as you did, Gams. I had the little car, which you cranked to rev up. Had the "stunt cycle" that cranked the same way. And I, too, had a plywood ramp, about a foot high, that I jumped precisely once. Hurt so bad, I never did that again!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 15, 2007 14:43:30 GMT -6
My brother and I, and a few in the neighborhood pretended we were Evil Knievel. We built a ramp out of plywood and jumped various objects on our bikes. Sometimes when we ran out of objects to jump, we'd jump our bikes over each other.....until Mom came out. Then we wished we were somewhere else, and anybody but Mom's kids. And I had my Evel Knievel phase, as you did, Gams. I had the little car, which you cranked to rev up. Had the "stunt cycle" that cranked the same way. And I, too, had a plywood ramp, about a foot high, that I jumped precisely once. Hurt so bad, I never did that again! OMG...the horrible painful stuff we devise to do to ourselves as children..... Karate Kid movies.....nuff said.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 15, 2007 22:11:27 GMT -6
LMAO. Yep, kids are a danger to themselves. We didn't just have bike ramps that led mom to shudder and turn gray - that was, and still is, one of her favorite sayings: "You kids are the reason I turned gray." Sled ramps - extreme sports for the twelve and under crowd: built up packed snow with a coating of water to make it all the more icy and slick - and dangerous.
Then there was the skate-board ramps. For those we got the plywood back out. Bikes were necessary too, as a jump-rope was used as a tow line to gain speed. Lots of skinned knees...
And I gotta tell this story again. Skim if you've already heard - but it's one of those things that'll go down in the annuls of family history; my brother, unknowing at the time, will forever regret it, and never live it down.
Tired of skinned knees, he decided kneepads were the way to go, and found the perfect ones....using, uhm, how to say this delicately in mixed company...feminine hygiene products; another kind of pad. This was in a day when there were tails instead of wings, and belts instead of adhesive strips. Bro hit the kneepad jackpot in the bathroom cabinet - a whole box of them! He grabbed a couple, tied them around his knees, and showed them off to the neighborhood kids gathered around our ramp in the street in front of the house.........until Mom came out.
Then he wished he was somewhere else, kneepad-free, and anybody but Mom's kid.
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