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Post by leafsoup on Oct 22, 2006 14:12:22 GMT -6
:ptoss2 I must be dumb as a rock. dont anyone laugh if there isnt a pumpkin on this post..
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Desire
Whooshite Apprentice
You may conquer with the sword, but you are conquered by a kiss.
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Post by Desire on Oct 22, 2006 16:39:41 GMT -6
Is okay theres not a pumpkin but sweet pea just put : ptoss2 : without the spaces. Or psst psst copy and past the the ptoss2 thingie from mine above and take the spaces out if ya don't wana type it, it took me a bit to get a pumpkin to appear. And who are you tossing at?
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Post by Phalon on Oct 23, 2006 9:39:45 GMT -6
You know what they say about crunching on ice, don't you? One of those urban desperate housewife legends that has been passed around and around for ages like 'if your palm itches it means you're about to receive money', 'if your ear rings, answer it', and 'if your foot itches it means it's time to change your socks.'
If you like to chew on ice, it means you are sexually deprived.
Just playing with you, Leafsoup, but I swear it's a true one-of-those-weird-things-I-remember-for-no-reason-other-than-I-once-heard-it-somewhere....probably from the same person that told me to dream about teeth means you have a fear of potatoes.
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Post by leafsoup on Oct 23, 2006 17:39:57 GMT -6
A fear of potatoes? Never heard that one.. and I am sexually deprived! Hee Hee. Got any good men up your way? Tall, blue eyes, likes music and will stop in the middle of the road to catch me a butterfly? OH and by the way ...To all good pumpkin tossing women out there.. mine is just going to have to sit and rot because I can't toss the dang thing.! Maybe I can find a way to decorate it for Christmas, or paint a darn Valentine on it in February and maybe by next Halloween it will have turned to dust and all of you will forget I couldnt toss it.. Yeeha!
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Post by Phalon on Oct 23, 2006 22:02:30 GMT -6
I'd be worried if you did, Leafsoup - thinking you might be reading my mind. I confess, I just made it up...just as I made up the answering your ringing ear, and changing one's socks when one's foot starts to itch, (though I think, depending on how long one's had those socks on, it would seem common sense, no?)
I do remember though, (as I actually do remember the ice-crunching thing - which I did not make up), someone once telling me what it means to dream of teeth, which had nothing at all to do with teeth. Pfft, I say. To dream of teeth, means just that - you are dreaming of teeth, and not some predisposed suppressed something-or-other that's been placed there by ancient ancestral civilizations.
Potatoes....now that's a different story. To dream of potatoes means a knight in shining armor will come scalloping in; you will marry, and then inherit his mashed fortune.
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Post by leafsoup on Oct 24, 2006 21:52:15 GMT -6
Mashed potatoes, I do know they are good for squishy up and putting on things on your skin...really, it works..draws out the ickie stuff.. Ooh.. I can't believe it, I have been on the whooshy site for how long now and I look forward to checking it, putting in my two cents and after repeated letters to Phalon..whining because I didn't think I was going to "get it"..it is now way fun! !! You are right, teeth just mean teeth..and I have had my share of dreaming they all fall out! Next subject in the Fetish loop, I used to love snow cream, now that it is snowing in some of ya'll's parts. Anyone's mom's make it for them? Vanilla and some milk? Yum Yum What is it with me and ice? Let's not discuss it. It is finally getting cool here and if any of these southerners complain I am gonna thump 'em. Oooh, I thought of another one.. the smell of fresh cut wood. I shoulda been a lumber jack!
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Post by Siren on Oct 24, 2006 22:10:59 GMT -6
Snow ice cream - mmmmm, what a treat, leafsoup! Oh, how I loved it when Mama made it for us.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 25, 2006 1:02:13 GMT -6
Hhmmm...never had it. I'll have to try this year. Bp's already tasted the first snow of the season, and dang, I think it shouldn't be an October treat. Enough of those coming up with Halloween next week.
All this icy/slushy talk reminds me of these cups we had when we were kids. They were the coolest things. We'd keep them in the freezer - they had some kind of liner thing that turned whatever was poured into it, into slush...just like Slurpies.
I love Slurpies from 7-11. Dang, it's been years and years since I've had one. Half cherry, half Coke was the best. Always got the brain freeze from slurping the Slurpie too fast.
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 1, 2006 5:18:56 GMT -6
I love Slurpies from 7-11. Dang, it's been years and years since I've had one. Half cherry, half Coke was the best. Always got the brain freeze from slurping the Slurpie too fast. Oooooo I love em too Madam P. God, when I first came over to England way back in 1985, man did I suffer withdrawal symptoms. I'd been here for like 4 years and someone told me that a 7-11 had opened up in London (I lived up north in Manchester at the time) and I actually travelled several hundred miles just to get one. I jumped off the bus as soon as I saw the familiar store sign, ran in and demanded the biggest coke slurpee they had..... only to be told the machine was broken and wouldn't be fixed for 2 weeks. It's amazing that the guy was still alive when I finally left the store. I had to wait another 2 years for my slurpee, and then it was when I went on my first trip home to Canada. It was like, I'M OFF THE PLANE, "Hi Dad, good to see ya, where's the nearest 7-11?" And my god was it good when I got it. Just like you said Madam P half coke and half cherry. I had two every single day of the 2 months I was at home. You still can't get them over here, the 7-11's didn't last. But somehow I've survived. XV
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Post by Phalon on Nov 2, 2006 22:31:59 GMT -6
HA! Another Slurpie fiend.....though I don't know if I could possibly drink two a day for two months! But it the first "real" taste of home that I ran for when I came back from living in Germany for two years.
I dunno...there is just something about the consistency of a Slurpie in comparison to other frozen icy drinks.
One of the things I was looking forward to when moving here from Kentucky was returning to 7-11s; I grew up here; I knew they were around. But damn - that was the other side of the state. This side, where I'm living now, doesn't have 7-11s. Sigh.
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Post by Phalon on May 23, 2008 5:55:31 GMT -6
Look! I'm sitting here at my new control center! Not a new desk, but an additional desk.
I am a junk collector...actually "junque" is the made-up term I prefer, or as my Xena Sista calls it "good ju-ju".
LMAO. It cracks me up how my ju-ju collecting has spread throughout my workplace to people who scoffed at the idea of picking up stuff by the side of the road and refurbishing it, or re-purposing it. My boss is the funniest example - he used to laugh at me. Now he collects for me....and for himself too. His best find this past winter: a wooden glider bench. "It was just sitting by the road", he said, "I can't believe someone would just throw it away." Oh, David. You are hooked aren't you?
He brought it home to his workshop, repaired the glider mechanism thingy, gave it a couple coats of weather resistant sealer, and proudly presented it to me to put in the children's garden at work. I've always wanted one of these, I told him. "How much for my labor?" he joked. Quickly trying to calculate where I'd put the thing; I don't really have space on the front porch or side porch. Also wondering what Hubs would say after I made him actually dumpster-dive, (something I've never done myself, but am not beyond requesting Hubs to do), to save a bookcase from being hauled away from the Historic Society's building a few weeks prior, (which is still waiting in the garage to have a use found for it). I believe Hubs' words then were, "No more ju-ju in my garage 'til you get some of this other stuff outta here; the truck barely fits anymore". I decided the glider was too big to store.....
But.... "How much for that desk in the barn?" I spied it my first week back at work. It's a child's desk; it made it through three generations of the bosses' family, traveled much of the country, and somehow found its way from Wisconsin to Michigan this winter. "That old thing? You can have it." Cool! We hauled the glider out to the kids' garden on the trailer, and the desk out to my truck.
It now sits a couple of feet from my work desk, expanding my workspace and making it seem more organized, (somewhat), and neat, (sort-of). Cool thing about it is that it has a small hutch with compartment thingies like those old mail slots. That and the additional drawer space are bonuses; I really wanted it to set my printer and DSL boxes on to save room on my over-cluttered desk top. And look! Now I can actually see that I have a desk-top!
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Post by Phalon on Aug 16, 2009 23:03:23 GMT -6
Sigh. My fetish for crisp creases and nonwrinkles has caused the untimely demise of yet another iron. Plugged it in this morning, and pfft - nothing. Even banged on it a few times; called Hubs over to give it a couple of whacks to try to wake it up, and still no heat. What is the life-span of an iron anyway? The average life expectancy of mine are about two years. Hubs says most people only own one or two irons their entire lives, (how he knows this, I'm not sure - probably there was a government study done at the expense of taxpayer dollars). He swears I am the only human being on earth that can wear one out in a couple of years.
Maybe I should change careers and become an offical iron tester. If it can withstand the Phalon Touch, it can withstand anything.
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Post by vox on Aug 17, 2009 1:11:00 GMT -6
Well tell Hubs he's wrong Phalon! I seem to get through a new iron every couple of years too! funnily enough I was maonaing to MG yesterday morning about my iron, whatever temperature I put it on, it just gets too hot and burns or melts things! The best buy I ever puchased is my small table press! irons both sides of the garments at once and does excellent crisp creases!
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Post by quettalee on Aug 17, 2009 12:56:37 GMT -6
You two ladies are sweet. I'm on my second iron...of my life. And I think this one came from my gay friend that used to live with me. His fancy one replaced my yard-sale purchase from 100 years ago. I'm not even sure where it is right at this moment.
If something is too wrinkled to wear, I usually just use a spray bottle with water and hang it in the hallway while I shower. Vwaalaa! Wrinkles are gone.
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Post by quettalee on Aug 19, 2009 19:35:57 GMT -6
I have one...sunglasses. I buy sunglasses. I'm really hard on them and forgetful, so I buy several pairs at a time from the dollar store and then if I break an arm or get a little scratch, I toss the pair. I have color-coordinated with outfit frames. I have a couple of expensive pairs that I seldom wear. I have a pink pair that belonged to Mary. I have probably 20 pairs of shades on any given day. I think that qualifies as a fetish. I look cool in my shades, I'm pretty sure.
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Post by Phalon on Aug 21, 2009 7:12:50 GMT -6
Vox! Finally someone who shares my love of ironing and understands the importance of a sharp crease! Or at least someone who still irons; it seems to be a lost art these days. Your table press sounds so cool - I'm thinking I've gotta get me one of those.
TG, your post cracked me up. Sweet ladies....why do I feel like Dorothy in the final Wizard of Oz scene? "There, there, Dorothy", says Auntie Em, "you were dreaming of a magical place where there are no wrinkles, and a wicked witch trying pry an iron from your hands. And you did not melt her with the iron set on "high", and take her can of sizing back to the wizard who, in turn, promised to send you home. But none of that matters, Dear - you're back in the real world now, where nobody irons."
I've always wondered how to spell that. I'm still wondering.
No, really, I'm serious. It's French, yes? Oui? I've wanted to use the word at times, but because I don't know even the most simple French, I don't want to be typing a word that means something else. "Voila" looks right to me, but with my luck, I'd be calling someone an ugly troll who eats little children for snacks, so I use the plainer sounding "ta-da" instead. (eye-roll for me)
You and LX....you've just described her to a tee. Except for being forgetful and really hard on them, I'm the opposite. Whenever I lose or break a pair, (which is often), I dig through the lost-and-found box at work - we've usually got about twenty pairs of sunglasses in there, it seems, and it's rare that someone calls or comes in to claim them. Some of them have been in there for years....which of course means, I'm never in vogue with the latest eye-wear fashions. Right now I'm sportin' tiny John Lennon frames when the rest of the world is wearing big Jackie O's.
I never look cool in my out-of-date sunglasses, I'm pretty sure.
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Post by Siren on Aug 21, 2009 7:51:28 GMT -6
"Vox! Finally someone who shares my love of ironing and understands the importance of a sharp crease!"
I am still laughing over this, gals. Thanks!
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Post by rsine69 on Aug 22, 2009 1:46:21 GMT -6
I have a fetish for vampires.
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Post by quettalee on Aug 22, 2009 11:34:17 GMT -6
voilàA viola is a flower or a musical instrument. The expression which means “behold!” is voila. It comes from a French expression literally meaning “look there!” In French it is spelled with a grave accent over the A, as voilà, but when it was adopted into English, it lost its accent. Such barbarous misspellings as “vwala” are even worse, caused by the reluctance of English speakers to believe that OI can represent the sound “wah,” as it usually does in French.[/i] Look how close I got to the barbarous misspelling!
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Post by stepper on Aug 22, 2009 13:09:32 GMT -6
I have to go back to the beginning on this one and read it all, but while I'm taking my time about doing that, I'm not sure that ironing qualifies as a fetish. Watching someone try to iron military creases might be though. Catching that scream of agony as they realize the fifth crease has an ironed in crease at an odd angle can be so entertaining! Okay. Kidding aside, I refuse to believe that anyone actually likes doing the ironing. And I go through a cheap iron every 3 years. Expensive ones last 2. Mom had one that lasted years, but that was before the iron making companies figured out that people just throw out what ever breaks when it breaks and came up with planned obsolescence. We don't fix things any more.
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Post by Phalon on Aug 30, 2012 6:27:53 GMT -6
My fetish for good junque (most often spelled "junk"; most often considered "trash") was in high-gear this week.
The boss man's parents are moving out of their house in which they've lived for 60-plus years. How much junk do you think can accumulate in over half a century? Still going through Mom's house, I can attest it's a sh!t-load.
Boss man offered me a bunch of old wooden chairs in various states of disrepair, a half-dozen wooden doors (don't forget my wooden door fetish) with about a half-dozen layers of peeling paint on them, a giant wooden desk that I think I'd have to take down a wall just to get in our house, and eight old handled wooden berry boxes.
I pulled in the reins, and only took the berry boxes. They're really cool actually - about 40-50 years old. They're about 2 feet long; some are divided, some are not; each was made to hold eight pint containers of berries. My boss remembers using them when he was a kid. Around here, in blueberry country, most kids worked in the berry fields during summer, picking. I asked him if he didn't want to keep any for nostalgia reasons. "Are you kidding?! I nearly broke my back carrying those things full of berries! I want nothing to do with them!"
His wife, my boss lady, kept one...she didn't grow up around here.
Next good junque stop was the curb. Yep, I've been trash picking again. I scrounged an old wooden ladder than I'm thinking would make a great garden trellis, and something that appears to be the back of an old sideboard - whatever it is it's nifty looking in an old piece of cr@p kind of way. I plan to paint it a bright color and use it in the garden also, as kind of a back-drop.
Oh, and I can't forget the burlap sack full of birdhouse gourds begging to be turned into something....someday....maybe.
Right now, everything resides in the shed...along with everything else I someday maybe plan to turn into something.
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Post by Spock on Aug 30, 2012 9:00:47 GMT -6
Hmm, sounds like someone has become a hoarder. I only collect useful junque, like old computer (for parts of course!), 12" B&W monitors, etc. I still have an Apple ][ computer from 1977.
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Post by Phalon on Aug 31, 2012 4:13:27 GMT -6
Nah, Spock. If I was a hoarder, I'd have taken the chairs, desk (even if I couldn't get it in the house, it would have made a lovely potting bench - don't think I didn't consider it), and the doors....although I still might take the scrolled iron hinges, door knob plates, and glass doorknobs. I've got a box of those floating around somewhere....I wonder where?
My friend's husband collects old computers to use for parts...which, according to my friend, he never does. Most of them are obsolete, but she cannot suggest he get rid of them; he and his old, obsolete computers are inseparable. And computer magazines; he keeps them all in boxes in the basement because he might need to refer back to an article written 10 years ago (interesting for a computer geek to refer to a printed magazine, I think). She once buried a few boxes in the woods behind their house. He never missed them.
Kind of like I've never missed my box of doorknobs and hinges. I'm sure Hubs got rid of them long ago.
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Post by Siren on Sept 1, 2012 0:49:13 GMT -6
"I've always wondered how to spell that. I'm still wondering."
BOLL!! How did I miss that the first time around??
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