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Post by fallenangel on Jun 24, 2006 8:09:03 GMT -6
Tattoos ...I look at tattoos . They are interresting what can I say.
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 24, 2006 23:48:09 GMT -6
I think they are interesting, too, Ying, well, some are. The other day I mentioned to a woman that I liked a tatoo she had on the back of her neck. She had a big old long story about that. Whew.
The stories behind them are often more interesting than the tatoos, I think.
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Post by Siren on Jun 25, 2006 0:16:12 GMT -6
My sis' co-worker got a tattoo of Simba, the cub Lion King, on her breast. One of the guys at work told her it was a stupid thing to do, and said that when she's old it'll turn into Mufasa, Simba's dad.
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 25, 2006 22:12:33 GMT -6
Wow, that is funny. Great ab workout Hauntee (I shan't call you that too much longer-don't worry, I will think of something else to haunt you with).
I used to be quite a tatoo conn (let me see if I can spell this) essier. Not cuz I was a Runaround Sue but for the time I spent in water. No, I was not a midwife delivering for pregnant women with a porpoise. I swam a bit and watched a lot.
This is my tatoo view for you.....rhymes.
Tatoo theory 101: tatoo placements. They look best to me in symmetry, both in design and placement. Because of that they don't look so good on shoulders regions *(except for WWII Betsy bomber, Love my Mom and roses on old vets, for some reason). They look awesome on lower backs or even between shoulder blades. I like them on the necks, too. Very nice. I have seen a few around the navels that are good. They look nice on the thighs. I have never seen one on the inner thights...yet. Hee hee. Sorry, I cannot help myself. They don't look so hot on the throat too much, though, looks like a birthmark. I kinda like the ones around the bicepts but, it was overdone a bit except for a gal and a dolphin one, instead of the usual barbwire.
The best tatoo I ever saw was from the ankle all the way up the thigh of some lady with fire. That was awesome.
I used to spend too much time there, yes, I know....I am a tatoo snob.
I have to say that tatoos can look cool but, at the pool they look kinda silly to me, but, they make for great entertainment. I miss those pool days.
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 25, 2006 22:13:33 GMT -6
I think I feel a Harley Davidson fetish coming on now.
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Post by Desire on Jun 25, 2006 22:44:13 GMT -6
Mustangs, Camaro's, Sunfires, Sting Rays and this one other type of car, that I want but costs around $26,000. I love them I make models of them, look at them, talk to their drivers, and stare at pictures of them.
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 25, 2006 23:03:36 GMT -6
Nice fetishes. GTO. Varooom
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 26, 2006 18:27:17 GMT -6
I love to look at cars too. Corvettes, Ferraris, Vipers. But back to tats.I love the stories about them. I actually have a rose tat on my shoulder.
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Post by Desire on Jun 26, 2006 19:39:02 GMT -6
i am going to get one in a few weeks. I am so excited. But yeah i love looking at them and i always hope the person doesn't thing i'm staring in a bad way.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 26, 2006 21:56:38 GMT -6
I am not a Tattoo watcher; I found his "the plane, the plane" highly irritating.
And you all are probably too young to get that.
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 26, 2006 22:11:42 GMT -6
I figure if they put the thing on their body, then they want the attention. I do the same with shirts, too. I stare a bit. Kinda.
I wonder if Tatoo You said that each time a plane zoomed in for a landing. I luved that show.
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Post by Desire on Jun 26, 2006 22:24:51 GMT -6
haha i'm young and i got that one. hehe
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Post by Phalon on Jun 26, 2006 22:36:04 GMT -6
Did you? Like that show? Ick, ick, ick. That and the Love Boat - oh, what a horrid pair. Imagine if the producers shipwrecked the Love Boat on Fantasy Island - what a nightmare. Wait...that is "Lost".
I stare at rear-views. When nobody's looking.
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Post by Desire on Jun 27, 2006 0:03:07 GMT -6
No i didn't like it me mum and i just go boss the plane the plane all the time, i live close enough to the airport to see most of them coming in.
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Post by mabd on Jun 29, 2006 12:59:39 GMT -6
I am not a Tattoo watcher; I found his "the plane, the plane" highly irritating. And you all are probably too young to get that. Sadly not. As to tats. Be careful where you put them. Around ankles is good. Upper arms, well, about the age your upper arms start flapping, the tat looks like it has collapsed, too drunk to stand. I prefer mendhi -- it fades off.... Maeve
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Post by LMV's Old Account on Jun 29, 2006 21:35:58 GMT -6
i love tatts, i have two hehe i love them so much
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Post by Siren on Jul 1, 2006 8:08:51 GMT -6
I love tats as well, except for cleaing the litter box.
The adorable toad I spotted in my back flowerbed has apparently moved around to the front of the house - a better place for potential meals, due to my porch light. He didn't get away this time. I snatched him up and gave him a little squeeze and a kiss. He peed on my hand, gave me a nasty look, and went on his way. So cute!!
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Post by Phalon on Jul 2, 2006 5:30:25 GMT -6
If I toad you once, I toad you a thousand times - you've got it all frog, Siren. Kissing the toads will never land you a prince.
I miss my toad. Last year there was a big, fat one that lived in the strawberry jar filled with hens and chicks in the garden by my front porch. Mornings, when I'd sit on the porch, drinking my coffee, he'd hop up the front walk after his night of toading around, and nestle into one of the pockets of the pot. I used to scold him for staying out too late, but he never listened.
And Oh! Have I got a book that you must read, given your fetish (?) for old films and stars of the silver screen. "Little Me", the memoirs of "Belle Poitrine", written by Patrick Dennis, the author of Auntie Mame. Ever hear of it? It's a deliciously witty satire of memoirs written by female entertainers of early Hollywood. It's a riot.
I'd send it along with "Gift from the Sea", which four months ago, I'm still sending, but this one is borrowed.
Gotta run now - off to feed my skiing fetish.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 2, 2006 5:32:08 GMT -6
Re-reading what I've just written above, it seems my fetish for commas is in full force this morning.
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Post by Siren on Jul 3, 2006 20:31:40 GMT -6
Gams, I can just picture you skiing, the leaves flying behind you. You go, girl!
Amphibian not when I say I can't resist giving toad a little squeeze and a little peck. The toads at my mom's house must be multiplying - she spotted a baby one about the size of her thumbnail, she said. And there are lots of young squirrels at the folks' place, too. I annoyed one greatly today, doing my best (?) imitation of a squirrel chattering. He kept peering down at me and barking, so I must have been saying some pretty spicy stuff in squirrelese.
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Post by LMV's Old Account on Jul 3, 2006 21:44:34 GMT -6
*Huggles* her MUM!
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Post by Siren on Jul 5, 2006 21:42:21 GMT -6
My mom is pretty special, lmv. I'm lucky that we get along well enough that we can even vacation together. I have friends who can't believe that's possible, but it is. I get my mouthiness and temper from her, and find that I'm more like her every year in that regard. But I also get my love of music from her, and my love of cooking and plants and old movies. My green eyes are from her, though, unfortunately, I didn't inherit her amazing cheekbones. She is one of the strongest, most loving, hardest-working people I know.
How in the world did you come across that "Belle Poitrine" book, Gams? Have not heard of that. And I've only seen the movie of "Auntie Mame", haven't read it.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 6, 2006 5:57:20 GMT -6
Strange, isn't it? I find myself telling my kids a lot of the same things that used Mom used to tell us, which drove me up the wall as a kid. I was horrified when, as a teenager, Dad told me that the reason Mom and I butt heads so much was because we were so much alike. Now, if someone told me I was just like Mom, I'd take it as a compliment.
Regarding "Little Me": My friend and I were talking about Auntie Mame; I'm not sure how we got on the topic, and I've never read the book. He is a movie buff - especially musicals; he's always irritating me with singing show tunes. You, he and Katina would have some interesting conversations, I think.
Anway, he dug up the book from his library for me to read.
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Post by Siren on Jul 7, 2006 16:17:29 GMT -6
Oh yes, I would like your friend. I love singing show tunes! We'd run you off in no time flat.
"There's aaaaaa plaaaaace for uuuuuuuus....Somewheeeeere, a plaaaaace for uuuuuuus.....""
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Post by Siren on Jul 10, 2006 7:29:00 GMT -6
Fed my toad fetish big-time this weekend. We had our annual family fireworks fest Saturday night, out in the folks front yard. Under the yard light, one of my nieces spotted a large toad, "Frank". I managed to capture him, though he was 2-hands full, and very strong. My goodness, what a well-fed toad! As my sis and her fiancee were leaving, she got out the flashlight to check for toads under their car. Once again, she spotted ole Frank, and was surprised when he didn't try to escape her hands. When she picked him up, she realized the reason: his mouth was full of locust; a wing protruded from his lips. He hadn't moved for fear of losing his midnight snack. Or maybe he was just concentrating on the odd sensation of a large, living insect writhing in his gullet.
Last night, my sis spotted a tree frog on the folks' storm door. She caught him, and for the first time, I was able to touch one of those beautiful little beings. All my life, I've heard the expression, "cold as a treefrog". Now, I realize its validity. He was very cool, and slightly tacky to the touch. He squirmed from sis' grasp, and leaped onto my blouse. I grabbed him, and he slipped through my fingers and leaped again, this time to my face. For a long moment, I had the totally unique sensation of a tree frog's cold little body on my nose! We all stood, transfixed. But as soon as my mom came to her senses and ran for the camera, he leaped away again. My sis put him on the front window, so he'd be in range of the porch light bugs. There he clung, with his marvelous, sticky little feet, giving us a prime view of him from inside the living room. Absolutely a charming little creature.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jul 10, 2006 14:51:28 GMT -6
The light from my office window attracts the tree frogs searching for the bugs that also come seeking the light. I have seen up to 3 of them on the outside of my window while on the computer at night. I have one in the house somewhere, as I've heard him/her making noises from time to time. I haven't found it yet. I had one in the house for almost a year before finding it in the toilet bowl one night. I finally caught him/her one time before it could jump into the water and disappear and took it outside to let it go. I've no idea how long it will take to catch this one in here now. I caught one years ago in a friend's house, and s/he was dry and covered in carpet fuzz and hair. I washed it under warm water and then took it outside and released it. One night, several years ago, I was awakened by a mouse trap snapping shut. I waited a wee bit before going to empty the trap and resetting it because I cry when I see the mouse jerking. To my surprise, it wasn't a mouse but a frog instead.
I'd rather have a frog in the house eating up all the bugs that get in, than a snake in search of mice. I've known a few people who have found a snake in their house before. The closest I've gotten is a lizard. Like the tree frogs, they're hard to catch. My cat/s have pulled off their tails from time to time, but my sister's cat has caught at least one when she comes over to visit. I managed to catch one one time and set him free outside. He was missing his tail and a hind leg. I figure he let me catch him because he wanted to keep other parts of his body.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 11, 2006 21:18:48 GMT -6
LMAO, Siren. I would love to see a picture of you with a frog stuck to your nose; I can just imagine it. And didn't I just mention recently to stop sucking face with those amphibians?
I've only seen a tree frog once, though I hear them all the time. So amazing, that big, huge sound coming from such a little, itty-bitty creature.
Man, you guys get all the domestic wildlife luck: frogs, toad, lizards in your house, and all I get is dust bunnies. Oh wait...we did have a bat in our house once, with a wing-span according to Hubs, the size of a pterodactyl, which swooped down and nearly carried him away while he was watching the news one morning. Somehow, I missed the broom battle as he fought courageously to get the thing out the door, in the fifteen minutes it took me to shower. Nothing left on the battlefield when I came downstairs but a battle wound where the wall got in the way of the broom.
Oh, and I have kids - they can be considered wildlife at times.
I bought a moss-covered little cement frog to put in garden today. It's cute, peeking out from under the hostas.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jul 11, 2006 21:39:08 GMT -6
A bat got in our house twice when we lived in Jackson, MI years ago. Mom covered our heads with blankets and called dad home from work to get rid of one. I think he flushed it down the toilet and it kept coming back up. We were watching The Wizard of Oz when one got in. I can't remember if it happened when the monkeys went flying.
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Post by Phalon on Aug 3, 2006 22:43:23 GMT -6
Hubs just called me out to sit on the porch with him, as he tried for the billionth time since we've been married to show me the Little Dipper; I can never distinguish it from the masses. He pointed out Ares also, but I think he was just showing off. <smile>
A very clear night; not a bit froggy at all. Except for all that noise - tree frogs? I say crickets. He says "have you ever known a cricket to climb trees?" Huh?
"And by the way, what's that fake frog doing in the garden?"
"It's been there for a month. I got it at work."
"Oh - I almost forgot, I need you to bring home a couple of pink flamingos, a goose with a changeable wardrobe, and a couple of life-sized deers; one laying and one standing."
"We don't carry tacky yard-art."
Sacastically making fun of my frog. Pfft. I think he's still reeling from cleaning "the garden" out of my SUB - my Sports Utility Buick, as he refers to it. He claims the car had at least a yard of dirt and mulch in additon to plant parts strewn like confetti on the floorboards. My plant fetish is interferring with his fetish - a clean car. Which is why only I drive mine.
Wondering how many pink flamingos will fit into the backseat of a LaSabre?
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Post by leafsoup on Oct 22, 2006 8:49:32 GMT -6
Soft shaved ice, soft crunchy ice with a new frothy coke poured over it.. I would drive miles to go to a store with soft ice. And I could walk around with a new leather shoe stuck over my nose..hee hee or a Hershey candy bar! "What's that on your face, my dear?"..Oh just the sweet smell of chocolate!
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