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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.
No hotel -- an awesome house 10 minutes from the Strip. There will be 7 of us, I think, and it's a house we stayed at last year, with a pool and jacuzzi and big screen TVs and foosball and all kinds of shit.
My dad's been looking into doing that for a family vacation. Sounds awesome.
Is he using vrbo.com? That's where we found this house, and it's so much cheaper than a hotel, and that's before you take into account that you don't have to spend $10 for breakfast and whatnot.
Cool photo essay about what people all around the world eat and how much it costs.
Okay, I think that this is the photoessay about what people eat and the link above is a photoessay about what makes people eat MORE.
I sing when alone, or in front of my husband and children. I tell them they have to deal with it. When the boys are misbehaving on trips DH and I sing classic rock, loud and with enthusiasm. It straightens them right out.
My mother sings all the time. When we were little it was showtunes and swing era ballads. When she is feeling playful she will jump into a tune based on any word we say.
Big news, Paris is out already. @@
Also, from the Goth_Macros site Theo linked to above - [link]
All this talk of bad public singing is making me flash back to scenes in Caritas from ANGEL.
Oh Mandy...
Cool photo essay about what people all around the world eat and how much it costs.
Man, that was fascinating. The food, the locations, the clothes, the people's faces...
I sing. All the time. Everywhere. To the point of annoying people. Thankfully I went to school and learned to have pitch, so at least I sound ok.
Mom sings beautifully. She met my step-dad in the community chorus and he has a lovely voice too. Apparently I got the music gene from my father. It brings me joy to sing and I have plenty of time in the car alone, so it all works out.
Man, that was fascinating. The food, the locations, the clothes, the people's faces...
the variety of foods was interesting, and the way that westerners tend to eat so much more prepared/frozen/fast food. And the picture of the family in the camp, with their little bit of food made me want to cry.