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Oh nancia never in my 66yrs. have I heard it said any better than that!!! Thank heaven I'm not short enough to walk on them, but close, and I've been on the back of many Harley's, the only thing I got slapped with were bugs and I sleep on my side so they rest and relax quite well. Thanks, you've given me a whole new outlook for my aging bod!!:thumbup: I feel so much better.
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Oh my gosh what did I create with this? hahaha.. A haven for the crazies :) I agree with the boobs are never right and I agree that men just see/think BOOBBIIEESSSS. Men only think they're an adonis until they have one woman tear them down and call them small... or sensitive.. or any other demasculating thing. then they are perpetual babies about it.
Well.. school is sorted out, but I really think my technology is starting a revolt. First my mp3 player that died but didn't die.. then my tv which is... doing something weird.. now my truck..ugh. I'm really beginning to hate fridays, I'm sick of my lunch getting thrown away cause I'm in a hurry and mostly comatose autopilot when I get to work and keep forgetting it's friday and that they throw ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING away from 3-6pm. Aka, right after I get there but before my darned break so I don't even know it until I nonchalantly go looking for a snack.. then it's like.. heartbreaking for the rest of the day. Today I mourn the loss of my sexy, insulated, perfectly sized, stainless steel coffee mug. Part of the his and hers that is the coffee mugs of my BF and I, purchased special for the occasion of the last time I saw him. Mourn with me friends. |
Originally Posted by nancia
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i will impart to you all the wisdom of the ages: none of us are professionals-- we all feel that everyone else does it better than us. that's just the way it is. boobs are never right. when we are young they are either too big or too small. too perky or too flat. too long, too short. too much nipple, not enough nipple. nipple color is wrong. men think differently. each one believes he is adonis and whatever he has is better than anyone else. and when he sees breasts only one thought goes through his mind-- BOOBS! I SEE BOOBS! my source is impeccable, so i believe these statements to be true.
if you're not tripping on them when you walk, and they don't slap you in the face when you're on the back of his harley, they are OK! and naturally the nipple end up in your arm pits when you sleep on your back. how else would you keep the nipples warm? |
ok figured out your solution anastasia! you need a thermal little lunch box. one tiny ice pack. your lunch by your side at all times never in the fridge no tossing out of your good things. Period. TADA!
I believe you all are right. Told that wise wisdom to my daughter at 18 complaining about her generous assetts and oh this and oh that and I said girl all they see are .. and they aint looking at your eyes or chin or fat on your thighs ..they see boobs. a whole lot of little flaws that I wish were my troubles are overlooked. Ah to be young and worry like about pinching your thigh to see the fat. not an issue here no pinching needed. I think only a few tablerunners have been sent and received so far. How many are still out there Erin? I know we are getting to the final stretch here so much time it seemed in the beginning now the clock is getting to the ticking part I think :) Come on show us what your doing/ fabrics maybe? a sneak peak at a tiny corner of a block you may have started? fabrics arent showing much come on! lets go! ra ra! lets go quilters lets go! |
as soon as boom blocks are done, in the mail monday! i start and finish the table runner. then do january's doll quilt, quilt coyote magic's dsil quilt, then wall-hanging, block of the month, and work on some personal projects. i owe a very nice lady in maine a replacement needlecase--no! i have not forgotten! and there's a bunch of jellyroll blocks to be completed and sent, oh, yeah, and my sister's wall-hanging christmas tree from 2011. she is always so patient!! ladies, have i forg---oh, darn, yes, and just that quickly it has leaked from my brain again! well, whatever it is it just might get done by august, or so. i know, the art quilt challenge! new beginnings! i'm so caught up in old endings.......:p:D
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heaven's to betsy, how could i leave out the mug rug??? or as my 3D inventions are now called, a mug HUG! in fact, i plan on 3 new designs!!
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I like the one where you sit on the toilet and the nipples get caught between the seat and the bowl. Now that is a problem. I always sit down very carefully in case they have gotten out of control.
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Oh, Twinkie - OUCH!:eek:
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Originally Posted by Elisabrat
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I know we are getting to the final stretch here so much time it seemed in the beginning now the clock is getting to the ticking part I think :) Come on show us what your doing/ fabrics maybe? a sneak peak at a tiny corner of a block you may have started? fabrics arent showing much come on! lets go! ra ra! lets go quilters lets go! [ATTACH=CONFIG]384649[/ATTACH] |
Hi guys!
So, please send some good thoughts my way....my beloved machine has kicked the bucket!! It happened right before we did our family Christmas, as I was last minute trying to finish blankets for the kiddoes that come over....hubby (who is mechanically gifted, and in a leg cast and at home under foot-pardon pun...has taken it apart twice, and it still won't sew)..I have posted a help me please on the Main board to anyone who has a Brother PC-420...Repairmen in my area charge $75.00 just to look at the machine!! Plus my tablerunner and a wall hanging I am working on for swaps here are NOT finished....YOW!!! Lastly my Mom who lives with hubby and I (lung cancer survivor, almost 9 years in remission, does great with only one lung usually) has pnemonia...so I just need some good thoughts and prayers, etc...sent my way, please!!! And anyone who has the PC-420, if you have any ideas, please let me know! Regards all, Kif PS Oh, Nancia, did I need the laugh your post gave me!!! Thanks!!:p |
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