They have a hard time saying my name at work so they either call me Grande' Heffe or Breast. I'm trying to have them morph the two and call me Grande Breast! :smile:
So I was talking to a coolerguy who told me he had a list of things to do from the wife... I don't give Mark lists (he does what he wants and I usually do what I want -things get done) ...so I started wondering about this
This is a question to all you men, hmmmm I want to know from the women too....
how often? Only when there's an event coming up or going to the store
whats on it? Usually a few items that get added to my own huge list that I make for myself. Mostly shopping, organizing, creative jobs like figuring out something cool to get someone that has everything or planing a party.
men... do you think you get 'nagged'? Quite often
women... do you think you 'nag'? be truthful ladies :confused:
do you men mind that you get the list? Sometimes, if she knows my list is already huge and there's plenty of items that she can take care of.
anything else you would like to say? Not without getting into trouble
I got wondering if Mark saw things differently, he ALWAYS says I don't nag (something he loves about me) so I was afraid to ask him if he thinks I give him "honey do" lists. Turns out he said that the only thing I have really asked of him that was more important to me was to kill ALL spiders NOW when I see one! :cool: :pbpt: :sillygrin: :eek:
A funny thing happened to a friend of mine. She was laid off her job and the first morning she was home she woke up to find a LONG list of chores for her to do that day. At the top it said "Jen...please do the following". Well you know that went over like a lead balloon. Like adding the word please would make it better. I can see some people would be concerned about the fact that she might get too complacent about not working, but she's not the type to lay around and do nothing. Needles to say he got an earful when he got home. I told her that she should have been on the couch, in her pajamas and fuzzy slippers, eating bon bons when he got home from work....THAT would have freaked him out! :worried:
Thats pretty much what I'm gonna do the 1st day I'm laid off. Exept I'll be eating Savoy pizza instead of bon bons. Oh and forget fuzzy slippers and pj's. I'm in my underwear.
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ok kitch, I don't get it. I got this email on 10/8 _I think it is the day I signed up for lastcallpoker...
Next deal...
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From: Lucy Brown
Sent: Saturday, October 8
Subject: Buckets of Snot
Hey Penguin-Boy,
The picture of the salps you sent was particularly disgusting in light of your comment that they look like snot. It's a glamorous job you've got down there. Hauling buckets of snot out of freezing cold water. Makes me want to roll the windows down, which I did since It Is Warm Here. And I went and had tamales at Conchita's just for you. And they were fabulous.
    Okay, enough of being a bitch. Can't wait until you get home, even though I know you are actually in pig heaven out there freezing your ass off.
    Lucky used to take me to Conchita's all the time. Can't stop thinking about him these days.
    Remember that time I had to move back in with mom and dad because I was so broke, and everybody was telling me to quit the cards? Lucky told me to keep playing. 'Play harder,' he said. He said I would break through, that I'd be one of those people who made it. Like I'm going to be the next Chris Moneymaker.
    Then when I lost really big, and I knew I had to walk away from the cards, you know, he tried to talk me out of it. He offered me the money I'd lost. And I told him to screw off and give the money to mom, and SHE told him to screw off and stop trying to bribe his way out of having Corrupted Her Daughter, and...
    So there's this flaky good-natured con man trying to give away like a hundred grand and none of us will take it, and he was absolutely a bad influence and he was absolutely the one person in the family I loved the most-
    --But I wouldn't talk to him anymore. And what I told myself was, Lucky was the one guy who could talk me into playing again. That's what I said. I was taking the moral high road, I was the GA Centerfold of the Month.
    ...except now sometimes I think maybe part of me was just ashamed to see him anymore because I was a loser.
    Loser.
    Loser.
    Loser.
    And I was used to being a loser for everyone else (not counting Penguin Boy). But I couldn't bear to be a loser for him too.
    And then he was dead.
Christ, like you need to hear this. Go play with your snot.
Guess who I saw in Target yesterday? Jeff (the guy we were talking to in Oakwood that saw but didn't quite turn over the brick). I gave hi the CC site again. Met his gf, too.
they count on me- They look up at me when I lift the red lid of their plastic container and I hear them chant'oooooooooooohhhhhhh godess who feeds us, gives us life' :cool: :eyeroll: :pbpt: :neutral:
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or 38-24-36 :pbpt:
5PMBYOB
They have a hard time saying my name at work so they either call me Grande' Heffe or Breast. I'm trying to have them morph the two and call me Grande Breast! :smile:
wow did my mind go to the 'gutter' quickly
This is a question to all you men, hmmmm I want to know from the women too....
Do you get "Honey Do" lists?
how often?
whats on it?
men... do you think you get 'nagged'?
women... do you think you 'nag'?
do you men mind that you get the list?
anything else you would like to say?
how often? Only when there's an event coming up or going to the store
whats on it? Usually a few items that get added to my own huge list that I make for myself. Mostly shopping, organizing, creative jobs like figuring out something cool to get someone that has everything or planing a party.
men... do you think you get 'nagged'? Quite often
women... do you think you 'nag'? be truthful ladies :confused:
do you men mind that you get the list? Sometimes, if she knows my list is already huge and there's plenty of items that she can take care of.
anything else you would like to say? Not without getting into trouble
sometimes I get a list....
I think it really comes down to a matter of "what the hell...you got 4 hours free????" hmmmm let me consume it for you....
:smile:
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Next deal...
From: Lucy Brown
Sent: Saturday, October 8
Subject: Buckets of Snot
Hey Penguin-Boy,
The picture of the salps you sent was particularly disgusting in light of your comment that they look like snot. It's a glamorous job you've got down there. Hauling buckets of snot out of freezing cold water. Makes me want to roll the windows down, which I did since It Is Warm Here. And I went and had tamales at Conchita's just for you. And they were fabulous.
    Okay, enough of being a bitch. Can't wait until you get home, even though I know you are actually in pig heaven out there freezing your ass off.
    Lucky used to take me to Conchita's all the time. Can't stop thinking about him these days.
    Remember that time I had to move back in with mom and dad because I was so broke, and everybody was telling me to quit the cards? Lucky told me to keep playing. 'Play harder,' he said. He said I would break through, that I'd be one of those people who made it. Like I'm going to be the next Chris Moneymaker.
    Then when I lost really big, and I knew I had to walk away from the cards, you know, he tried to talk me out of it. He offered me the money I'd lost. And I told him to screw off and give the money to mom, and SHE told him to screw off and stop trying to bribe his way out of having Corrupted Her Daughter, and...
    So there's this flaky good-natured con man trying to give away like a hundred grand and none of us will take it, and he was absolutely a bad influence and he was absolutely the one person in the family I loved the most-
    --But I wouldn't talk to him anymore. And what I told myself was, Lucky was the one guy who could talk me into playing again. That's what I said. I was taking the moral high road, I was the GA Centerfold of the Month.
    ...except now sometimes I think maybe part of me was just ashamed to see him anymore because I was a loser.
    Loser.
    Loser.
    Loser.
    And I was used to being a loser for everyone else (not counting Penguin Boy). But I couldn't bear to be a loser for him too.
    And then he was dead.
Christ, like you need to hear this. Go play with your snot.
Yr crybaby sister
Here's your next card. http://www.lastcallpoker.com/user/profile.aspx?username=andadaughter
it gives you a "symbol" for starting...
then it all begins there...
It was a test we could all hope to pass
But none of us would want to take.
Faced with the choice to deny God to live,
For her, there was one choice to make.
This was her time. this was her dance.
She lived every moment; left nothing to chance.
She swam in the sea; drank of the deep;
Embraced the mystery of all she could be.
This was her time...
Though you are mourning and grieving with us,
Death died a long time ago;
Swallowed in life so that life carries on.
Still itÂ’s so hard to let go.
This was her time. this was her dance.
She lived every moment; left nothing to chance.
She swam in the sea; drank of the deep;
Embraced the mystery of all she could be.
What if tomorrow, and what if today,
Faced with the question,
Oh what would you say?
This is your time. this is your dance.
Live every moment. leave nothing to chance.
Swim in the sea. drink of the deep.
Follow the mercy and hear yourself praying.
WonÂ’t you save me?
WonÂ’t you save me?
This is your time. this is your dance.
Live every moment. leave nothing to chance.
Swim in the sea. drink of the deep.
Embrace the mystery of all you can be.
This is your time. this is your dance.
Live every moment. leave nothing to chance.
Swim in the sea. drink of the deep.
Embrace the mystery of all you can be.
This is your time...
(wonÂ’t you save me? )
(this is your time)
(wonÂ’t you save me? )
It was a great morning
they never die!!!!
whoosh.
gurgle. gurgle. gurgle.
problem solved.
I could take them out in one flush but
they count on me- They look up at me when I lift the red lid of their plastic container and I hear them chant'oooooooooooohhhhhhh godess who feeds us, gives us life' :cool: :eyeroll: :pbpt: :neutral:
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You two are weird.
In a time that cannot even be remembered
A very lonely angel stood out, upon the farthest edge of heaven
There, he would sit for many hours at a time
Gazing down into the world, far below
From there, he could see all the different people of the world, dreaming
And living happily in the land of their own imagination
And he thought about this quite deeply
Poor angel, how sad he was
For there were no dreams in heaven
Nor did any of the other angels even talk of such things
Till one day, he became so unhappy that he cried out:
"I would forget heaven and all her angels, if I could just have one dream of my own!"
And as he sat back sobbing, a blinding light struck him
And a magnificent voice rang forth saying, "So you would rather forget us would you?
Then a lifetime of dreams shall be yours, if to this you agree:
Nothing of heaven shall you remember, not even the way to return.
You must leave us your memory for the exile you earn."
"I agree!" cried the angel
Then over the edge of heaven he fell
Tumbling, tumbling down through the ages
Remembering nothing as well
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I cannot remember my very first year,
My earliest questions, my very first tear.
I've always been near.
I've always been here,
With everyone else in this place.
I cannot remember, what scared me at night.
This dream I've been dreaming, I cannot recite.
Where am I? Where are we? Does anyone know?
I'm trying to remember ... which way shall I go?
thanks ian
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Ooh and all I taught her was everything
Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away...
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be...
Yeah
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
Nice to see you again!
Hmmmmmm - Guess who I'm thinking about?
 :eyeroll: :smile:
Nice header pic :pbpt:
They're yours? :eek:
:sillygrin: :wink: Wild Jersey and me2 underwear :sillygrin: :wink: