Kaylee ,'Objects In Space'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
bon, just hope that there isn't a stupid-tricks allotment in life. So much easier to live this stuff down when you can say "I was only 5!"
Ha! Right? I can't believe that I was so inhibited as a kid; I can believe I made it all back via the wonderful world of alcohol. It's just like being a kid again!
In the never ending story of Sophia's cat-mauling, I just got off the phone with my Dr, and he is giving me 5 more days of anti-biotics.
You know, I don't really have any really good memories from childhood. I mean, I have memories, and I know I had fun, but I can't pinpoint anything from when I was under, say 11 years old. I did enjoy skiing around my neighbors fields, but I think I may have been older.
It can't hurt to be cautious, Sophia.
Seriously, Sophia, you don't want to end up like my aunt!! (In the hospital on IV antibiotics for a really long time.)
I remember how we used to jump off the porch roof into the snow when we lived in Kansas. It was after a blizzard, and there was 4-5 feet of snow on the ground. AWESOME.
Unfortunately for my cousin, it was summer and there was no snow. Poor guy. Jumping off porches and roofs into snow is fun.
Stupid Fossil won't let me order a watchband off their website -- they want me to send the whole watch in! Bleh. I guess I need to go to a department store, since the Fossil store didn't have the right size band.
My main memory of those really cold and snowy winters in the late 1970s are of the whole family shoveling the damn driveway every two hours because the wind kept forming chest-high drifts.
Jesse, I don't get that. Does Fossil think you can't change the band on your own?
i'm trapped at the convention center today because my students are participating in Model UN. Thank god for wireless.
My dad had this tractor with a scoop on the front and a scrapy-blade on the back - he'd make these huge piles of show, which we'd then dig holes in or play "king of the mountain" on.
My parents did tell us stories of "the neighbor kid who dug a tunnel in a snow pile and it caved in on him." I forget if the kid died....