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carsonshepherd said:
You make people realize that there exist other beauties in this world.

How cool a fortune is that for a writer?

Oooh that is a good one!

And a good match as well.
 
cloudy said:
That's it, I'm convinced.

Triplets, separated at birth.....quadruplets if you count Abs. :D

Where do I fit? cause all you need to do is flip the genders...
 
artisticbiguy said:
I can think of several tight spaces :D

gee, imagine that...

you do seem to have an active imagination. And from a writer too...will wonders never cease? :D
 
I am so tired of always being stuck at home with the kids and not having any friends to go out and have fun with. :( Even moms need down time.
 
CrimsonMaiden said:
I am so tired of always being stuck at home with the kids and not having any friends to go out and have fun with. :( Even moms need down time.

Mmmmm .... "down time" :catroar:
 
CrimsonMaiden said:
I am so tired of always being stuck at home with the kids and not having any friends to go out and have fun with. :( Even moms need down time.
We need to arrange to have the menfolk watch the younguns. Then we can go run away for a couple days or something.
 
entitled said:
We need to arrange to have the menfolk watch the younguns. Then we can go run away for a couple days or something.


Not likely mine can get off work to do so. At least not anytime soon. Hopefully we'll at least be able to work out a day for us to get together when Jett gets here.
 
entitled said:
We need to arrange to have the menfolk watch the younguns. Then we can go run away for a couple days or something.

oh, if I ever hit the door, I'm off and running. :D

soon, in fact....VERY soon.
 
CrimsonMaiden said:
Not likely mine can get off work to do so. At least not anytime soon. Hopefully we'll at least be able to work out a day for us to get together when Jett gets here.
Not likely mine would be willing to do so, but it was a thought.

Not sure i'll be able to get over there, either. The weekend before she gets there i'm supposed to go camp out at an event (sans RA and kids) and do the merchanting thing. Which means possibly not having a sitter to come see you guys, since they'll be watching the younguns that weekend

cloudy - Still say you needs to do that road trip all over the place thing and stop by.
 
In 1974, I went to Mexico to visit my brother who was working as an anthropologist with Tsutsil Indians, the last surviving Mayan tribe. And the Tsutsil speak a lovely birdlike language and are quite tiny physically; I towered over them. Mostly, I spent my days following the women around since my brother wasn’t really allowed to do this. We got up at 3am and began to separate the corn into three colors. And we boiled it, ran to the mill and back, and finally started to make the tortillas. Now all the other women’s tortillas were 360°, perfectly toasted, perfectly round; and after a lot of practice mine were still lop-sided and charred. And when they thought I wasn’t looking they threw them to the dogs.

After breakfast we spent the rest of the day down at the river watching the goats and braiding and unbraiding each other’s hair. So usually there wasn’t that much to report. One day the women decided to braid my hair Tsutsil-style. After they did this I saw my reflection in a puddle. I looked ridiculous but they said, “Before we did this you were ugly, but now maybe you will find a husband.”

I lived within in a yurt, a thatched structure shaped like a cob cake. And there’s a central fireplace ringed by sleeping shelves sort of like a dry beaver down. Now my Tsutsil name was Lausha, which loosely translated means “the ugly one with the jewels”. Now ugly, OK, I was awfully tall by local standards. But what did they mean by the jewels? I didn’t find out what this meant until one night, when I was taking my contact lenses out, and since I’d lost the case I was carefully placing them on the sleeping shelf; suddenly I noticed that everyone was staring at me and I realized that none of the Tsutsil had ever seen glasses, much less contacts, and that these were the jewels, the transparent, perfectly round, jewels that I carefully hid on the shelf at night and then put for safekeeping into my eyes every morning.

So I may have been ugly but so what? I had the jewels.

~ Laurie Anderson
 
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