I Just Feel Like Saying Something NICE!!!

[secretme]

RULES:

NO complaining about people or things...
There are plenty of threads that do that.


Today is a beautiful, warm, sunny day!
My little girl is smiling, laughing, and causing mischief.
And today at work a got a kid to say "dada" for the very first time! Almost made me cry... we've been working on that for ages. Overall life is good.

What is good for you?
Or let's hear some good funny stories... I challenge you to make everyone laugh!

 

[cloudy]

I'm alone.

In my house.

On a weekend.

 

[Katyusha]

I'm on the sofa with a stupid no-thinking movie playing, and a half-grown kitten with a very fluffy tail sticking to me.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

We're off to the Orchid Fair for the weekend. The two of us, alone, in a motel, with thousands of orchids to look at later. And of course, one of our favorite restaurants.

 

[secretme]

I can't decide whether I would rather be Cloudy or VM right now... Alone at home can be wonderful, then again VM paints a pretty picture too. Hmmm... I'm completely torn.

Hi Kat! I've always loved that AV. I need to get me an outfit like that one.

 

[cloudy]

I can't decide whether I would rather be Cloudy or VM right now... Alone at home can be wonderful, then again VM paints a pretty picture too. Hmmm... I'm completely torn.

Well, it was nice while it lasted. *sigh* They're back now. I think I'll just barricade myself in my bedroom with some movies and popcorn.

 

[rgraham666]

I'm watching a favorite movie on YouTube with my angel.

 

[TE999]

Diedre and I are in total sync these days. The ideas are flying thick and fast, the ol' keyboard's smoking and the stories are rolling out.

Creativity is like the Little Girl With the Curl...when it's here, it's very, very good and when it's absent, it's horrid.

 

[IrezumiKiss]

I'm feeling both the energy of the night despite the rain and the spirit of Eros, manifesting itself as a river of pure horniness and libido coursing throughout my veins like smack in a junkie's bloodstream.

 

[Katyusha]

I'm watching a favorite movie on YouTube with my angel.

What movie?

 

[secretme]

Well, it was nice while it lasted. *sigh* They're back now. I think I'll just barricade myself in my bedroom with some movies and popcorn.

LOL... Better luck next time...

 

[secretme]

I'm watching a favorite movie on YouTube with my angel.

Hey Rob! Long time no see. Sounds like things are good.

 

[secretme]

Diedre and I are in total sync these days. The ideas are flying thick and fast, the ol' keyboard's smoking and the stories are rolling out.

Creativity is like the Little Girl With the Curl...when it's here, it's very, very good and when it's absent, it's horrid.

Don't mind me while I turn green.
Can Diedre have a chat with my muse.

 

[secretme]

I'm feeling both the energy of the night despite the rain and the spirit of Eros, manifesting itself as a river of pure horniness and libido coursing throughout my veins like smack in a junkie's bloodstream.

Have you been reading Ginsberg?

 

[ikolp2677]

Although today is weekend,
But, I still work,
In the evening, I started at the weekend
I want to take it to the holy place ~ ~ ~

 

[Lady_Guenivere]

My daughter has been kind 3 days in a row. She has not rolled her eyes at me...slammed any doors...or thrown any tantrums...that makes me happy.

(She is 14 and quite hormonal...sigh)

Tonight I am sitting quietly in my room...watching a movie...and drinking a dirty martini. Happy it is the weekend.

 

[rgraham666]

What movie?

Buckaroo Banzai: Across The 8th Dimension.

Hey Rob! Long time no see. Sounds like things are good.

Hey secret. Things are going well. Sounds like they are for you too.

 

[secretme]

The Bathroom Junk Drawer

So... The nearly 4 year old is causing trouble. Typical for any night. She's in the bathroom and going through drawers of odds and ends junk (ie hair brushes, barrettes, buttons, magnets, pencils, pens, random little toys she's scattered from bath time that I threw in there, etc...) and she's making a mess. So I yell from the living room, too lazy to go deal with the issue in person, "Baby, the bathroom is for potty time and baths, not for playing. Get out of the bathroom."

"In a minute," she yells back, in her best after-I'm-done-making-this-mess voice.

So I yell back, "Not in a minute, now. That's 1." And she knows that when I start to count she's going to get into trouble.

"Okay, I almost done!" She yells back, and I hear a scramble of trouble and a trinkling of items to the floor.

Now I know there's a real problem with whatever she's up to and I lean forward to look round the corner and see if I can glean what I'll be cleaning up later. She's still doing something. "That's 2," I hollar and start to stand up, dreading the inevitable.

"I all done," she announces and comes darting out of the bathroom just before the anticipated "3".

So I walk to the bathroom and find the contents of the drawer askew as I has suspected and I begin to pick them up and throw them haphazardly back into the drawer. Then I hear the angel's voice grunt and groan unhappily from the kitchen. "Great," I think and begin to clean up this mess faster so that I'll be able to curtail the mess that is surely happening in the kitchen.

"MOM!" she grunts. "I need help!" more grunting. "I can't get my pee out!"

So I'm confused. She has been potty trained for years. She knows not to pee outside the potty. But I did chase her out of the bathroom. My brain is trying to computer her little 3.5 year old thought process and failing.

More grunting and I'm heading for the kitchen. Who cares about the junk on the floor. I'm not cleaning up pee in my kitchen. "please don't be peeing on the floor," I think.

Before I get out he door I hear "Mom, my pee is under the fridgerator!" "Help!"

Now I'm scared. With a running step I get to the kitchen. There's the baby, cheek to the floor staring under the refrigerator, grunting and groaning as she tries to shove her hand under there.

You can't even imagine my relief as I found myself fishing her magnetic letter "p" out from under the fridge door, where she had dropped it when she fled the bathroom after retrieving it from the junk drawer.

I promptly went back to the bathroom, got the rest of the magnetic letters out of the drawer and returned them to the refrigerator.

 

[secretme]

My daughter has been kind 3 days in a row. She has not rolled her eyes at me...slammed any doors...or thrown any tantrums...that makes me happy.

(She is 14 and quite hormonal...sigh)

Tonight I am sitting quietly in my room...watching a movie...and drinking a dirty martini. Happy it is the weekend.

I'm enjoying my little girl while she is still my little girl...

 

[Katyusha]

Hi Kat! I've always loved that AV. I need to get me an outfit like that one.

Thanks! And if you want, I'll see if I can help you find one.




**I now have a very long stretched-out bubby who's dreaming away the evening and keeping me warm while doing so. Gizz gets out of work on time tonight too, so he'll get his tiny one while I keep da bubby, and we'll watch a movie or surf the web or something.

 

[secretme]

Thanks! And if you want, I'll see if I can help you find one.




**I now have a very long stretched-out bubby who's dreaming away the evening and keeping me warm while doing so. Gizz gets out of work on time tonight too, so he'll get his tiny one while I keep da bubby, and we'll watch a movie or surf the web or something.

I may have to take you up on that. Shopping day in Chi?

**I love cats. But mine is a bit psycho. Is that a cat requirement?

 

[voluptuary_manque]

So... The nearly 4 year old is causing trouble. Typical for any night. She's in the bathroom and going through drawers of odds and ends junk (ie hair brushes, barrettes, buttons, magnets, pencils, pens, random little toys she's scattered from bath time that I threw in there, etc...) and she's making a mess. So I yell from the living room, too lazy to go deal with the issue in person, "Baby, the bathroom is for potty time and baths, not for playing. Get out of the bathroom."

"In a minute," she yells back, in her best after-I'm-done-making-this-mess voice.

So I yell back, "Not in a minute, now. That's 1." And she knows that when I start to count she's going to get into trouble.

"Okay, I almost done!" She yells back, and I hear a scramble of trouble and a trinkling of items to the floor.

Now I know there's a real problem with whatever she's up to and I lean forward to look round the corner and see if I can glean what I'll be cleaning up later. She's still doing something. "That's 2," I hollar and start to stand up, dreading the inevitable.

"I all done," she announces and comes darting out of the bathroom just before the anticipated "3".

So I walk to the bathroom and find the contents of the drawer askew as I has suspected and I begin to pick them up and throw them haphazardly back into the drawer. Then I hear the angel's voice grunt and groan unhappily from the kitchen. "Great," I think and begin to clean up this mess faster so that I'll be able to curtail the mess that is surely happening in the kitchen.

"MOM!" she grunts. "I need help!" more grunting. "I can't get my pee out!"

So I'm confused. She has been potty trained for years. She knows not to pee outside the potty. But I did chase her out of the bathroom. My brain is trying to computer her little 3.5 year old thought process and failing.

More grunting and I'm heading for the kitchen. Who cares about the junk on the floor. I'm not cleaning up pee in my kitchen. "please don't be peeing on the floor," I think.

Before I get out he door I hear "Mom, my pee is under the fridgerator!" "Help!"

Now I'm scared. With a running step I get to the kitchen. There's the baby, cheek to the floor staring under the refrigerator, grunting and groaning as she tries to shove her hand under there.

You can't even imagine my relief as I found myself fishing her magnetic letter "p" out from under the fridge door, where she had dropped it when she fled the bathroom after retrieving it from the junk drawer.

I promptly went back to the bathroom, got the rest of the magnetic letters out of the drawer and returned them to the refrigerator.

Pure hysteria! And a good point of retirement is that one of my colleagues is moving into the neighborhood, quite close by, and she had two little girls and a boy on the way. Hot damn, grandchildren to borrow! We're already discussing a playhouse . . .

 

[sr71plt]

Just got back from dress rehearsal for the Virginia Oratorio Society's concert Sunday of Brahm's Requiem. It's going to be a great concert.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Just got back from dress rehearsal for the Virginia Oratorio Society's concert Sunday of Brahm's Requiem. It's going to be a great concert.

Ah, the Brahms. One of the great choral masterpieces. I've never done that one, unfortunately, but some of his other works? Yes!

 

[kromen]

I went to the grocery store today to get a stamp. They only sold them by the book. A kind stranger behind me gave me a stamp from her book and refused to take payment. Faith in humanity exists, and for that I am thankful.