Thunder this afternoon. I opened the window to enjoy the sharp smell of o-zone and dirt. It didn't actually rain on us, but I could see that it was raining on someone else at least a little bit.
I once told a science teacher I loved the smell of ozone at the beach and he laughed me out of the room. If it isn't ozone what is it? And I don't mean rotting seaweed and sea creatures.
Can't sleep -- I'm usually in bed by 9 (since I'm generally up at 2 and 5 with our 3-month old baby), so seeing 11:00 creep up makes me feel like I'm really rebellious or something.
We're moving on Wednesday, so I had to get out of bed to make lists of everything we need to do and how I'm going to feed my family for the coming days as we shuffle between two kitchens. (Lots of sandwiches, I think. Lots and lots of sandwiches.)
I'm excited, though! This is our first house -- we've spent the first 4 years of marriage in a two-bedroom condo, so I've never had the opportunity to have a yard before. My dad is an avid/crazy gardener, and I have a feeling that I might end up the same. But first we'll have to get the grass in -- it's new construction, so right now our backyard is one great big sandbox for our toddler to get incredibly dirty in.
Thunder this afternoon. I opened the window to enjoy the sharp smell of o-zone and dirt. It didn't actually rain on us, but I could see that it was raining on someone else at least a little bit.
I love Weather That you See and Weather That you Feel Coincide in the Same Sky: to the East, Blue, to the West, Foreboding.
Re: " I'm excited, though! This is our first house -- we've spent the first 4 years of marriage in a two-bedroom condo, so I've never had the opportunity to have a yard before."
My Wife and I first Lived Together (After Marriage -a Story There) in a 440-square foot Apartment with a Phenomenal View of Lake Union (after Summer, before Spring). We'd watch the 4th of July Fireworks above the Space Needle and then Go To Sleep as the Thousands in Our Street Slowly (Noisily) Dispersed.
We now live in a Home a bit under 900 square feet a bit North-er in Seattle: three bedrooms, three cats, Happy Happy Happy. Don't need More Room - there is Love on all the Shelves and In all the Cupboards.
Beautiful rose! And I love the color orange, too. I nearly pulled over the car today to knock on a stranger's door and ask them about their astonishingly beautiful orange azalea (which they'd inexplicably planted immediately next to a purple one).
Roses do intimidate me, though. Aren't they somewhat hard to keep alive? (I'm in upstate New York with very ugly winters -- but we have a lovely city rose garden, so I guess the climate must not prevent roses from thriving.)
And yes, we're quite spoiled already, space-wise, and are going to be even more spoiled. Two bedrooms is indeed plenty when there's love, which there is. But given that my husband works from home and we have two little girls and hope to have another couple kids before we're through, more space is a very exciting prospect. Currently the toddler has one room and we share the other with the baby & the office.
Despite having an extra room, we're going to be mean parents and make the girls room together as soon as the baby is sleep-trained. It'll be good for them and so nice for me to have a guest room so all my far-flung family can come visit.
My Beautiful Wife Keeps a Row of Gorgeous Yellow Roses Thriving along the Front of our House. We are on a Street that only lasts Half a Block, so Dog-Walkers Love to Stroll By (No Traffic) and Smell the Roses.
Last Year Little Eight-Year-Old Bastards tore Roses loose to Give to Their Mother. Appreciate the Intent, wanted to Smack the Attitude from their Mouths.
I forget the name of the rose.. upstate NY may be tough but I don't know much about growing roses. Orange and pink/dark red are my colors in the garden with some blue/purple accent and some white. I had a couple of rules when I designed it like everything would have some fragrance, and that the leaves must also be interesting. For instance, the little pink flower plant you see in the bottom corner, has fragrant leaves -- you just have to brush against it as you walk past, it releases a whiff of scent. Imagine my distress when I had to spray the smelly stuff to ward off the deer/rabbit. But we don't have a lot of deer problem now, so I am spared.
The only thing I know I want in my garden already is a large rhododendron (they're beautiful right now) and impatiens in some shady spot. I have fond memories of popping their seed pods in my dad's garden. It's like playing with a jack-in-the-box -- you never know just how much pressure will make them turn inside-out and fling tiny seeds at you.
Well, I've made my list. (Sandwiches, french toast, pizza and pasta will keep us alive until such time as I get my kitchen in order and can start thinking about health/losing the baby weight.) And now I'm actually feeling tired, so off to bed I go! Thanks for the congratulations and garden suggestions. :)
There is something so hopeful about plant nurseries, so much possibility.
Thunderstorms with heavy rain here in the afternoon. I made sure I got the annuals in before the rain - marigolds. I like them because the rabbits and deer don't.
Sarah, best wishes with your new house! Don't take having a home for granted (not to presume that you do). I yearn for nothing more than a permanent home at this point in my life.
After the trauma of being evicted from my apartment in February, followed by the providential availability of a temporary living space, tomorrow I must move again, as the temporary living space is about to lose its availability. I don't have the money to get a more permanent place in New York over the summer, so I'm moving to another temporary living space in a friend's house in another state. It's been a very difficult year so far, with unexpectedly cancelled classes due to low enrollment. Where I teach, you're paid by the hour and there's no tenure or guaranteed salary so things can go bad very quickly. I don't have any family around, and not that many friends who live nearby, so I've had to deal with this second move myself, which is murder in New York City when it's 90 degrees and you've got little money and don't drive. But tomorrow I'll be out of here until I have to come back and find a more permanent place and hope that all my classes get fully enrolled this year.
Apologies for the sob story, but it's nice to unburden myself here, as I sit with only my computer and a suitcase in a room that I must leave tomorrow, in a city I haven't left for more than a week or two in more than a decade that I also must leave tomorrow.
Outside, after a terribly hot day, there's a sudden rain, thunder echoes around the buildings and, as Tom Wingfield says at the end of The Glass Menagerie, "the world is lit by lightning".
@Betamax3000. I take your point about the obviousness and maybe sounding arrogant. So I'll rephrase it as error in accepted convention. But it's not an advanced graduate level error.
Outside, after a terribly hot day, there's a sudden rain, thunder echoes around the buildings and, as Tom Wingfield says at the end of The Glass Menagerie, "the world is lit by lightning".
Before lightning (electricity) it was lit only by fire.
@Betamax3000. I take your point about the obviousness and maybe sounding arrogant. So I'll rephrase it as error in accepted convention. But it's not an advanced graduate level error. "
Actually, it was MY error.
You were not Arrogant at All -- I was Just Enjoying how your Intelligence Flows, and Making Fun of My Slow Trod to even Remotely Follow. I Know where the Holes in My Education Are, and Love to Listen to Those Who Actually Know What They are Talking About. Then I Pretend to Understand by Nodding.
Palladian, that stinks. I hope your situation improves.
Poured rain here all day. I was talked into Fast and Furious 6 and had a roaring good time. Then I bravely handed the keys to the nephew with the learner's permit for the drive home. Is it odd that the movie ended with a lovely grace asked over a family dinner? The influence of Duck Dynasty?
Was watching Two of the Cats Drinking Water Out of The Same Bowl. Made me remember a Photo Series of How Cats Actually Drink: they Use their Tongues to splash the Water into their Mouths to Swallow, at a Phenomenal Speed.
Makes me Think: are there Actually any Animals Slower than us Humans? I am Considering Physical Speed and Reactionary Speed.
This Morning I watched a Crow Chase Two Squirrels around a Telephone Pole: it all Happened faster Than I could Process in Real Time.
What animal Has a Slower Reaction Speed than Us*?(*by Us I do Not Include Bruce Lee's Physicality or El Pollo Raylan's Brainiality - both Faster than I can Follow).
Tonight's episode of Game of Thrones was particularly satisfying. They went a little light on the boobs, but they doubled down on the gore.......I was offended last week when they arbitrarily inserted that Liberace movie into the GOT spot. A betrayal of trust. You don't substitute Heidi for an NFL game,and you don't substitute Liberace for GOT.
Two of my best friends are/will be in California. My friend Alice, who I met in New Haven and who lived in New York for years, now lives in Oakland, and my friend Theodore is moving to Los Angeles this month. I have few attachments left in New York. I never thought I'd consider California, but could it be worse than New York City?
I'm most tempted by northern California, because I cannot tolerate hot temperatures, but who knows?
I always thought ozone was that smell you get when there is an electrical short, but some of that is burnt plastic and vaporized metal, so I'm not sure what ozone really smells like. There are electrical storms, but there are all kinds of other smells there too. How can you sample pure ozone,... and live of course?
Re: "bagoh20 and I would make a hilarious Odd Couple, I think."
On November 13, Felix Unger was asked to remove himself from his place of residence; that request came from his wife. Deep down, he knew she was right, but he also knew that some day he would return to her. With nowhere else to go, he appeared at the home of his friend, Oscar Madison. Several years earlier, Madison's wife had thrown HIM out, requesting that HE never return. Can two divorced men share an apartment without driving each other crazy?
I Love the Specificity of November 13. Does that Date Strike a Bell with Palladian or bagoh20?
My assistant at work is a Felix, he says I'm awesome, but I know he hates me. He really hates when I tell him to chill, and don't worry about it. He loves to worry about it. He puts a little towel over his keyboard at the end of the day. Sure it makes sense, but he could just turn it over, but I know he would never accept that. It just wouldn't do it for him. It would be effective, but messy.
I'm not gay. I'm also not black, or female, or handicapped, or poor, or troubled, and my parents were pretty cool, so I think that means I suck, and not in a good way.
I wish I liked women completely natural. I want that, but my training was long and intense, and I'm afraid irreversible. The standards of the 60s and 70s are burned in.
I have Teeth Phobia: Lots of Issues. The Only Part of Your Body Where the Bones Show. Lips Cannot Fully Hide the Skull. Dead or Alive, Your Smile is Basically the Same, Forever.
Re: "I wish I liked women completely natural. I want that, but my training was long and intense, and I'm afraid irreversible. The standards of the 60s and 70s are burned in."
I Think I am Missing Something. I thought the Women of the 60s and 70s were Pretty Natural: pre-Brazilian Waxing, Pre-Silicone, Post-Bouffant and Rocket Bra. What am I missing?
Nothing. That's right. Shaved only where it would show in a bikini, and nowhere else. I loved those bikinis back then too. Just enough material, no more - no less.
I would love to hear the story of how you ended up with a dead guy with a stiff tongue, your bikini bottom missing but your gloves on. There had to be alcohol or drugs involved. Was there a monkey, or a dolphin, or maybe a monkey-dolphin?
Imagine this: Dead. Tongue as Stiff as Last Week's Rye Bread. Your Fingers Are In His Mouth Yet there is No Sensation: it is as If the World has Forgotten your Fingertips and the German Undertow has Stolen your Bikini Bottoms. Naked from the Waist Down, the Sixties Splash Against You, Over and Over. The Dead Man's Mouth Fills With Salt Water as Tangerine-Colored Cloth Floats By. Bobby Sherman Appears to You in A Cloud of Perfect Hair: the Seventies Are Coming.
There's a nervous laughter going on around the country, like we're not quite sure what to make of it, much less do about it. That's how freedom tends to slip away, until the disbelief is overwhelming.
“Coffee glides into one’s stomach and groups all of one’s mental methods in shift. One’s ideas advance in pillar of path like battalions of the Grande Armée. recollections arrive up at the twice, bearing the standards which will lead the armies into battle. The lightweight cavalry establishes at the gallop. The artillery of logic thunders along with its provide wagons and shells.
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Thunder this afternoon. I opened the window to enjoy the sharp smell of o-zone and dirt. It didn't actually rain on us, but I could see that it was raining on someone else at least a little bit.
My hostas are getting out of hand. But the flowers they bear are really great. After this season, I will take them out or cut their size..
We had thunder too but it didn't rain much.
I once told a science teacher I loved the smell of ozone at the beach and he laughed me out of the room. If it isn't ozone what is it? And I don't mean rotting seaweed and sea creatures.
Can't sleep -- I'm usually in bed by 9 (since I'm generally up at 2 and 5 with our 3-month old baby), so seeing 11:00 creep up makes me feel like I'm really rebellious or something.
We're moving on Wednesday, so I had to get out of bed to make lists of everything we need to do and how I'm going to feed my family for the coming days as we shuffle between two kitchens. (Lots of sandwiches, I think. Lots and lots of sandwiches.)
I'm excited, though! This is our first house -- we've spent the first 4 years of marriage in a two-bedroom condo, so I've never had the opportunity to have a yard before. My dad is an avid/crazy gardener, and I have a feeling that I might end up the same. But first we'll have to get the grass in -- it's new construction, so right now our backyard is one great big sandbox for our toddler to get incredibly dirty in.
Re: Blogger Synova said...
Thunder this afternoon. I opened the window to enjoy the sharp smell of o-zone and dirt. It didn't actually rain on us, but I could see that it was raining on someone else at least a little bit.
I love Weather That you See and Weather That you Feel Coincide in the Same Sky: to the East, Blue, to the West, Foreboding.
@Sarah, congratulations! May I suggest this orange rose for your new garden?
Re: "
I'm excited, though! This is our first house -- we've spent the first 4 years of marriage in a two-bedroom condo, so I've never had the opportunity to have a yard before."
My Wife and I first Lived Together (After Marriage -a Story There) in a 440-square foot Apartment with a Phenomenal View of Lake Union (after Summer, before Spring). We'd watch the 4th of July Fireworks above the Space Needle and then Go To Sleep as the Thousands in Our Street Slowly (Noisily) Dispersed.
We now live in a Home a bit under 900 square feet a bit North-er in Seattle: three bedrooms, three cats, Happy Happy Happy. Don't need More Room - there is Love on all the Shelves and In all the Cupboards.
I guess I am saying "God Bless," Sarah.
Beautiful rose! And I love the color orange, too. I nearly pulled over the car today to knock on a stranger's door and ask them about their astonishingly beautiful orange azalea (which they'd inexplicably planted immediately next to a purple one).
Roses do intimidate me, though. Aren't they somewhat hard to keep alive? (I'm in upstate New York with very ugly winters -- but we have a lovely city rose garden, so I guess the climate must not prevent roses from thriving.)
Thanks, Betamax. :)
And yes, we're quite spoiled already, space-wise, and are going to be even more spoiled. Two bedrooms is indeed plenty when there's love, which there is. But given that my husband works from home and we have two little girls and hope to have another couple kids before we're through, more space is a very exciting prospect. Currently the toddler has one room and we share the other with the baby & the office.
Despite having an extra room, we're going to be mean parents and make the girls room together as soon as the baby is sleep-trained. It'll be good for them and so nice for me to have a guest room so all my far-flung family can come visit.
My Beautiful Wife Keeps a Row of Gorgeous Yellow Roses Thriving along the Front of our House. We are on a Street that only lasts Half a Block, so Dog-Walkers Love to Stroll By (No Traffic) and Smell the Roses.
Last Year Little Eight-Year-Old Bastards tore Roses loose to Give to Their Mother. Appreciate the Intent, wanted to Smack the Attitude from their Mouths.
No One Messes with My Wife's Flowers.
I forget the name of the rose.. upstate NY may be tough but I don't know much about growing roses. Orange and pink/dark red are my colors in the garden with some blue/purple accent and some white. I had a couple of rules when I designed it like everything would have some fragrance, and that the leaves must also be interesting. For instance, the little pink flower plant you see in the bottom corner, has fragrant leaves -- you just have to brush against it as you walk past, it releases a whiff of scent. Imagine my distress when I had to spray the smelly stuff to ward off the deer/rabbit. But we don't have a lot of deer problem now, so I am spared.
betamax3000 said...
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wow, you're a normal guy.. just like the rest of us.
Re: "so nice for me to have a guest room"
That is a Very Good Thing. Would go into Detail with a Long Story but that is a Long, LONG Story.
Short Story: Give them a Duplicate Key and Never Block Them In the Driveway.
The only thing I know I want in my garden already is a large rhododendron (they're beautiful right now) and impatiens in some shady spot. I have fond memories of popping their seed pods in my dad's garden. It's like playing with a jack-in-the-box -- you never know just how much pressure will make them turn inside-out and fling tiny seeds at you.
Well, I've made my list. (Sandwiches, french toast, pizza and pasta will keep us alive until such time as I get my kitchen in order and can start thinking about health/losing the baby weight.) And now I'm actually feeling tired, so off to bed I go! Thanks for the congratulations and garden suggestions. :)
There is something so hopeful about plant nurseries, so much possibility.
Thunderstorms with heavy rain here in the afternoon. I made sure I got the annuals in before the rain - marigolds. I like them because the rabbits and deer don't.
All I Need to Know about the Condition of America I can Find in One Night From Ann's Commenters.
Freeman Hunt, I am looking at You.
Anyone else spot the obvious error in the Lewis structure of ozone at wiki page: link?
@ El Pollo Raylan: by saying "obvious error" I now feel more like an Idiot. Easy to Do, but Still.
Evergreens?
Where are the peonies?
We're not giving up on summer, are we?
pm317 said...
I forget the name of the rose
Tropicana?
Sarah, best wishes with your new house! Don't take having a home for granted (not to presume that you do). I yearn for nothing more than a permanent home at this point in my life.
After the trauma of being evicted from my apartment in February, followed by the providential availability of a temporary living space, tomorrow I must move again, as the temporary living space is about to lose its availability. I don't have the money to get a more permanent place in New York over the summer, so I'm moving to another temporary living space in a friend's house in another state. It's been a very difficult year so far, with unexpectedly cancelled classes due to low enrollment. Where I teach, you're paid by the hour and there's no tenure or guaranteed salary so things can go bad very quickly. I don't have any family around, and not that many friends who live nearby, so I've had to deal with this second move myself, which is murder in New York City when it's 90 degrees and you've got little money and don't drive. But tomorrow I'll be out of here until I have to come back and find a more permanent place and hope that all my classes get fully enrolled this year.
Apologies for the sob story, but it's nice to unburden myself here, as I sit with only my computer and a suitcase in a room that I must leave tomorrow, in a city I haven't left for more than a week or two in more than a decade that I also must leave tomorrow.
Outside, after a terribly hot day, there's a sudden rain, thunder echoes around the buildings and, as Tom Wingfield says at the end of The Glass Menagerie, "the world is lit by lightning".
@Betamax3000. I take your point about the obviousness and maybe sounding arrogant. So I'll rephrase it as error in accepted convention. But it's not an advanced graduate level error.
They redeem themselves later.
So it Is That Time of Night.
I will take the Second Half of the Days's Pills, Fall into Sleep and then Awake, Sweating, at Three AM with the Night Terrors.
I will Then Drink a Glass of Unsweetened Iced Tea and have a Cigarette Outside, watching the Clouds Slowly pass by: there May or May Not be Rain.
I will then Go Back to Bed, the Morning will Come, and I will Convince Myself that This Is Not A Repeating Pattern.
I will then Take the First Half of the Day's Pills and Shower, Then Drink Coffee, Glorious Coffee.
On the Way to Work I will Pretend to Yell at the Idiots in Traffic. Pantomime: you Kids Get off of My Lawn, or Lane, or some such.
At Eleven O'Clock I Will call my Wife and Realize (again) That it is a Beautiful World, Absolutely Beautiful.
@betamax3000: Something's out of balance...
I once told a science teacher I loved the smell of ozone at the beach and he laughed me out of the room. If it isn't ozone what is it?
I believe the origin of the word "ozone" is from a Greek word for "smell".
God bless Omorika, tree that I love.
Outside, after a terribly hot day, there's a sudden rain, thunder echoes around the buildings and, as Tom Wingfield says at the end of The Glass Menagerie, "the world is lit by lightning".
Before lightning (electricity) it was lit only by fire.
Re: "El Pollo Raylan said...
@Betamax3000. I take your point about the obviousness and maybe sounding arrogant. So I'll rephrase it as error in accepted convention. But it's not an advanced graduate level error. "
Actually, it was MY error.
You were not Arrogant at All -- I was Just Enjoying how your Intelligence Flows, and Making Fun of My Slow Trod to even Remotely Follow. I Know where the Holes in My Education Are, and Love to Listen to Those Who Actually Know What They are Talking About. Then I Pretend to Understand by Nodding.
@Palladian: ozone and osmium have the same root--as does Althouse's anosmia.
Isn't osmium quite toxic?
"ozone and osmium" makes me Want to Sing "Crimson and Clover"
oooVveeer annNNNNd ooVVVVVVer*
*typographic Tremelo, of course.
Sarah, congrats on the new house!
Palladian, that stinks. I hope your situation improves.
Poured rain here all day. I was talked into Fast and Furious 6 and had a roaring good time. Then I bravely handed the keys to the nephew with the learner's permit for the drive home. Is it odd that the movie ended with a lovely grace asked over a family dinner? The influence of Duck Dynasty?
Was watching Two of the Cats Drinking Water Out of The Same Bowl. Made me remember a Photo Series of How Cats Actually Drink: they Use their Tongues to splash the Water into their Mouths to Swallow, at a Phenomenal Speed.
Makes me Think: are there Actually any Animals Slower than us Humans? I am Considering Physical Speed and Reactionary Speed.
This Morning I watched a Crow Chase Two Squirrels around a Telephone Pole: it all Happened faster Than I could Process in Real Time.
What animal Has a Slower Reaction Speed than Us*?(*by Us I do Not Include Bruce Lee's Physicality or El Pollo Raylan's Brainiality - both Faster than I can Follow).
Isn't "Omorika" an Eastern European pronounciation of "America"?
(Excepting All Capp's Slobbovians, who pronounce it "Hammerica.")
Tonight's episode of Game of Thrones was particularly satisfying. They went a little light on the boobs, but they doubled down on the gore.......I was offended last week when they arbitrarily inserted that Liberace movie into the GOT spot. A betrayal of trust. You don't substitute Heidi for an NFL game,and you don't substitute Liberace for GOT.
Palladian,
You should get a job here.
It's 2 blocks from my house, and I've seen samples of the students' work. Believe me, they need your help.
Ha, thanks for the advice bagoh20. I'm definitely considering a move once I get myself on solid ground again.
Isn't osmium quite toxic?
Not.at.all...link
(full disclosure: my PhD thesis has "osmium" in its title).
@Palladian: Take the highway West....
The West is the best...
Get here...bagoh20 will do the rest...
And you can visit.
Take the highway West....
The West is the best...
Two of my best friends are/will be in California. My friend Alice, who I met in New Haven and who lived in New York for years, now lives in Oakland, and my friend Theodore is moving to Los Angeles this month. I have few attachments left in New York. I never thought I'd consider California, but could it be worse than New York City?
I'm most tempted by northern California, because I cannot tolerate hot temperatures, but who knows?
Turn and face the strange changes...
Ride the Snake
To The Lake
In Coach
With Samuel L. Jackson.
Isn't osmium quite toxic?
Not.at.all...link
(full disclosure: my PhD thesis has "osmium" in its title).
Ah! It's osmium tetroxide that's toxic. I should have known, as I have a pen nib that's (partially?) made of osmium.
Get your kicks on route 66.
I always thought ozone was that smell you get when there is an electrical short, but some of that is burnt plastic and vaporized metal, so I'm not sure what ozone really smells like. There are electrical storms, but there are all kinds of other smells there too. How can you sample pure ozone,... and live of course?
bagoh20 and I would make a hilarious Odd Couple, I think.
That's not spaghetti, it's linguine.
CRASH
Now, it's garbage!
Re: "bagoh20 and I would make a hilarious Odd Couple, I think."
On November 13, Felix Unger was asked to remove himself from his place of residence; that request came from his wife. Deep down, he knew she was right, but he also knew that some day he would return to her. With nowhere else to go, he appeared at the home of his friend, Oscar Madison. Several years earlier, Madison's wife had thrown HIM out, requesting that HE never return. Can two divorced men share an apartment without driving each other crazy?
I Love the Specificity of November 13. Does that Date Strike a Bell with Palladian or bagoh20?
I'm definitely Oscar.
What did Felix Unger do On November 12? That seems to be the Snail in the Oyster...
He let his wife know he was gay.
My assistant at work is a Felix, he says I'm awesome, but I know he hates me. He really hates when I tell him to chill, and don't worry about it. He loves to worry about it. He puts a little towel over his keyboard at the end of the day. Sure it makes sense, but he could just turn it over, but I know he would never accept that. It just wouldn't do it for him. It would be effective, but messy.
I'm definitely Oscar.
I'm both Felix and Oscar.
Re: "He puts a little towel over his keyboard"
That does make sense if he is Going to View Internet Prom Websites.
I'm not gay. I'm also not black, or female, or handicapped, or poor, or troubled, and my parents were pretty cool, so I think that means I suck, and not in a good way.
I Hate it when "QWERTY" gets all Stuck Together.
Re: "'m not gay. I'm also not black, or female, or handicapped, or poor, or troubled..."
Lena Durham Is Never Going to Go on a Second Date with you Now.
Does Lena Durham shave her pits? If so, why?
Bagoh likes hairy pits?
Yes I do, but I get I get them all spayed as soon as I bring them home.
Re: "Does Lena Durham shave her pits?"
No, but she Does Trim her Avocado.
Most pits look kind of pink and naked to me, like chubby hairless chihuahuas on steroids.
Now I'm going to dream about kissing pit bulls, yuck. Nite.
Lesbians Love Guacamole. That's Science.
Pink, Naked. Chubby. Hairless.
Just examining the Word Selection.
I wish I liked women completely natural. I want that, but my training was long and intense, and I'm afraid irreversible. The standards of the 60s and 70s are burned in.
Betamax, don't forget sharp teeth.
Re: "Betamax, don't forget sharp teeth."
I have Teeth Phobia: Lots of Issues. The Only Part of Your Body Where the Bones Show. Lips Cannot Fully Hide the Skull. Dead or Alive, Your Smile is Basically the Same, Forever.
Don't Get Me Started.
I had to stick my fingers in a dead persons mouth once, that was kind of horrible.
Re: "I wish I liked women completely natural. I want that, but my training was long and intense, and I'm afraid irreversible. The standards of the 60s and 70s are burned in."
I Think I am Missing Something. I thought the Women of the 60s and 70s were Pretty Natural: pre-Brazilian Waxing, Pre-Silicone, Post-Bouffant and Rocket Bra. What am I missing?
I hope you washed your hands first.
I was wearing gloves, plus he didn't complain, not a word out of him.
Re: "I had to stick my fingers in a dead persons mouth once, that was kind of horrible."
I had to Stick a Dead Person's Fingers In My Mouth Once, so I know what you Mean.
"What am I missing?"
Nothing. That's right. Shaved only where it would show in a bikini, and nowhere else. I loved those bikinis back then too. Just enough material, no more - no less.
He had rigor mortis of the tongue, that wooden tongue sensation freaked me out a bit.
You have to imagine that dead people are watching you. It's the only way to stay out of trouble.
The Ursula Andress Dr. No Bikini: Perfection.
I had a tangerine colored bikini back then, I loved it, but lost the bottoms in an undertow.
Re: "that wooden tongue sensation freaked me out a bit."
Lesbians pay Money for Botox for that Wooden Tongue Sensation. I Read That Where I Just Made It Up.
Re: "You have to imagine that dead people are watching you. It's the only way to stay out of trouble."
And it Prevents Premature Ejaculation.
Except for Necrophiliacs.
I would love to hear the story of how you ended up with a dead guy with a stiff tongue, your bikini bottom missing but your gloves on. There had to be alcohol or drugs involved. Was there a monkey, or a dolphin, or maybe a monkey-dolphin?
That must be an episode from the Inga Zone series.
It was after drinking several "Sex on the Beach" drinks, that's all I will say.
Imagine this: Dead. Tongue as Stiff as Last Week's Rye Bread. Your Fingers Are In His Mouth Yet there is No Sensation: it is as If the World has Forgotten your Fingertips and the German Undertow has Stolen your Bikini Bottoms. Naked from the Waist Down, the Sixties Splash Against You, Over and Over. The Dead Man's Mouth Fills With Salt Water as Tangerine-Colored Cloth Floats By. Bobby Sherman Appears to You in A Cloud of Perfect Hair: the Seventies Are Coming.
70s Bikinis
I understand Natural but the Chick on the Right Should shave the Bikini Area a Bit Better.
I too would like to congratulate Sarah on getting her first home. It's a wonderful thing. Now get a dog - a rescue dog. No house is home without one.
There's a nervous laughter going on around the country, like we're not quite sure what to make of it, much less do about it. That's how freedom tends to slip away, until the disbelief is overwhelming.
Oh, well.
This spring I think I'll plant daffodils.
“Coffee glides into one’s stomach and groups all of one’s mental methods in shift. One’s ideas advance in pillar of path like battalions of the Grande Armée. recollections arrive up at the twice, bearing the standards which will lead the armies into battle. The lightweight cavalry establishes at the gallop. The artillery of logic thunders along with its provide wagons and shells.
Regards,
Kopi Luwak
Inga said...
I had a tangerine colored bikini back then, I loved it, but lost the bottoms in an undertow.
The undertow was named Phi Digma Delta.
@edutcher
From googling -- the name of the rose is "Westerland" (looks like it is from New Zealand).
Blogger edutcher said...
Inga said...
I had a tangerine colored bikini back then, I loved it, but lost the bottoms in an undertow.
The undertow was named Phi Digma Delta.
6/3/13, 6:46 AM
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It could also have been I Phelta Thi
Betmax = Title Case Robot.
NJ Senator Lautenberg is dead.
Governor Chris Christie gets to appoint his replacement.
Now we'll see how passionate the bromance still is.
And from Breitbart:
Where's Eric Holder when you need Him? Evangelical group pushing AmnestyCare doesn't legally exist.
And guess who's behind the front for the "evangelical" group pushing it?
pm317 said...
@edutcher
From googling -- the name of the rose is "Westerland" (looks like it is from New Zealand).
A Tropicana (The Blonde's fave) is similar, maybe a little redder and deeper in color.
Governor Chris Christie gets to appoint his replacement.
He should pick Snooki.
wow. Lautenburg was the last WWII vet in the Senate.
Kinda put the lie to the whole "Greatest Generation" thing, didn't he?
Opinion poll from Gallup says that pornography is worse than abortion.
People who just want to masturbate = EVIL.
People who just want that baby to die = GOOD.
Feminism can suck it.
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