And I’m gonna miss it all.
And where is that curly – she’s supposed to rescue me from this cubicle just about now.
Ah, just got a call – heading for a reception that I am not too keen to go to.
First, the image must be on your computer already.
Then you need to upload the picture to an image host. I use Photobucket. There will be instructions at the host you choose for how to make an account and upload a file.
Then you need to link to the picture with html code, which instructions should also be at your host site. If not, and if you get that far, ask again and I’ll try to help out with that step if I can.
Dada is right! I forgot about size. Heh, queer chicks, size is just not usually on our radar. I always resize my photos down before I upload to the host.
I haven’t tried it because I have a very nice digital camera (bday gift from my kickass Roomie) but am on dialup, so my full sized images are huge and would take forever to upload.
I think that it only reduces the file size, not the dimensions of the pic. You still have to use the width=400…which is the max btw…I often size images less than that.
I didn’t have any luck with it last night. The original was 540×480 or something and I tried resizing by percentage there at Photobucket from one already in the album. It appeared to work there but when I linked to it in a post it kept coming up the original size and not the smaller size (preview mode here). I checked the properties and url for the tags, cleaned out the cache and even logged out/back in….nothing.
The one thing I think is confuing on that page is that there is an update button above the resize. If you push that it’s only for changing the name and adding a description. You have to be sure to “press” the button that says “Resize”.
Don’t know about the size of the picture you uploaded but if you want to be sure the picture is a specific width, you can set the width in the img tag. If you wanted to limit the width to 300 pixels just add ‘width=”300″ to the img tag.
Thanks for your understanding and help dada. Again to the great group of folks here I am really sorry. Off to the couch. Time to curl up with my cat. If I ever get brave enough to attempt posting a pic again I will show you my Smokie Boy! Good night all!
Don’t be afraid. what I always do is use the preview to make sure it is ok. I generally use the with of 250. Not too big nor too small. Also sometimes I try to place it in the middle of the screen (specially when doing a diary) so it’s always good to preview. 🙂
Very nice tat! Thanks for going through all that to show us.
Don’t worry too much about the margins – we’ve all done it at some point, as dada pointed out. Another tip given to me by Diane (who was the first margin monitor I think), to be safe, always post your pic in a new comment (so not a reply), that way you start from the very left hand side of the page.
Oh, and those who have the dynamic minimal viewing don’t even notice until they click on your link!
Olivia’s right, Leezy! It’s practically a rite of passage to blow the margins the first time or three. And anyway, we’re all glad it happened ’cause we got a great look at the tat!!
My dream tattoo has always been a ring of dolphins around my ankle… I may still get that done. Or perhaps dolphins somewhere else, cuz I’ve heard the ankle is quite tender. But leezy, that is so beautiful!!!
Thanaks…I did the design but the artist was awesome. It is a bit bigger than I had planned on and alot more painful then I ever imagined but it was worth it. I have wanted to do this and chickened out at least 5 times over the past twenty years. Dolphins are my angels and I have a love for them so deep. I had the opportunity to swim with them in Cozumel for my fortieth birthday and it was one of the most incredible experiences ever. They are beautiful and sensual and happy. Oh to be a dolphin!
Hmmm…some Finnish humor (apparently they’re not so funny) courtesy of my quest to find images of naked men in a sauna:
Two nude women were in a sauna. One said: “my husband will be here soon.” The other
answered: “then I have to leave.” “No, don’t leave.” she said, “His brother is with him.”
In Finland there are in some places, men and women’s saunas. Well, what would you do
if you accidentally entered the women’s sauna? It happened to a fellow in Finland. Asked
what he did, he answered: “It was nothing really, I just composed myself and asked:
“have any of you gentlemen seen my glasses?”
Hi Kanasa! Hi everyone. Crank that sauna way up I am coming in. Been blowing, sneezing, hacking and wheezing all week. The suana would do this drippy nose good. Hope you are all doing okay in cold country. Still not bad here in SoCal during the day but getting down to the low forties at night. Hey, when you are not used to it anymore….just saying. Have a great night everyone. Got any hot herbal tea over there?
Just kidding leezy, if you can put up with the horror of seeing my naked bod sitting here in the sauna, the least I can do is not notice that your nose is dripping.
Thanks, Cali. I’m torturing myself with them, though. We are now at nine degrees and could go as low as 13 BELOW ZERO tonight. Shouting makes me feel warmer. I am wearing two shirts, a vest, a jacket, long underwear, fleece pants, three pairs of socks, fuzzy shoes, and a HAT INSIDE MY HOUSE.
If you have to go out in this cold snap you’ll collapse under the weight of the extra clothes you have to put on. I hate being cold inside the house, too.
Hey everyone. I see you’re all enjoying the spa and the size of the ah..towels. You can color me late as usual…I usually don’t like to mention my medical problems specifically but after I got up today and sat here for an hour I had to go lay down on the couch and sleep for about 4 hours…that fatigue(not the same as regular fatigue)that happens is hard to explain. Anyway it’s now almost 4:30 and I’m finally starting to feel almost human today.
I see the mention of ex’s came up in the last cafe again..ha…I mentioned that my ex-very very ex as we divorced in 1979 seems to be wanting to make his ten year or so connection with me..anyway I had said in a previous cafe(the one with all the drinking/dancing and gunfights)that he’d sent me some flower pictures that he compared to me and now he’s sending me poetry he says he’s written….it’s all pretty amusing and he doesn’t seem to have changed a bit-as he is married.
Not really-if I know Bob(yeah his name is bob-what about bob huh)..all of a sudden he’ll just sorta disappear..by that I mean quit sending me emails.
I think part of this is his desire to let me know he made good with his life. When we married he had an 8th grade education and had been let go from Marines for being epileptic(this was at age 19 I think)…anyway the 11 years we were married lets just say living in a car etc wasn’t the best of times ..so now it seems he has his own business and is doing well as does his wife(his 3rd I think)..and anyone who happens to live in Pittsburg you just may know him?
He’s regaling me with stories of his library of Egyptian artifacts(that he says rivals a small museum) and how he doesn’t travel the world anymore…he’s also taken to quoting from authors to me as he thinks books are your best friends(he never used to read either)…
I actually would like to go lay back down on the couch but I thawed out some pork chops(hardly ever eat meat anymore but do get hungry for pork chops ever so often) yesterday so I have to get off my ass here and go cook them…and I have to tape Smallville tonight. My sister has a satellite dish and gets a gazillion stations yet she doesn’t get the WB and that’s one of her favorite shows-mine too for that matter.
have considered having a “wedding” (being queers it must remain in quotes, you know…) just so that I can get back at my older brother for making me wear a girly dress to be in his…
I can picture him in pink with ruffles…
But really, the whole thing seems like such a hassle that I’m honestly kind of glad not to have the pressure.
I’m not gay, but the thought of wearing a dress makes me shudder. I’ve been “married” twice and didn’t wear a dress either time. Don’t know why I used parentheses other than it felt good.
I should probably just get everything out in the open right now instead of enduring this slow torture from you.
I do not wear dresses. I do not wear makeup…at this point if I put it on I’m sure I would look like a transvestite. I can’t walk in, nor have any inclination to wear any shoe with a heel except for maybe some cool boots with my jeans. I don’t do hair. I can’t stand perfume or nail polish (it feels like my nails are suffocating!) I never played with dolls, although I had one once and I tried to figure out what to do with her besides cut her hair and put her to sleep. I can’t stand jewelry, even my wedding ring bothers me so I only wear it when I go out. Anything else I should fess up to?
You wish you were enduring slow torture from me, and you know it. 😉
And for the record, I would just like it to be noted by those who are inclined to note such things that at the time I alleged that you might be less than entirely straight, you were in the process of suggesting I should post a naked picture of myself. It’s not as if my speculation were as wild as, say, Republican tax policy. (Which can only make sense in a land where the tree branches droop heavy with stock options, the rivers are flush with cashfish, and when you whisper the Good Fairy’s secret name — Free Market — three times, your 401K magically increases in size just like the Grinch’s heart, puff puffPUFF).
You’re absolutely right. I don’t know how I could have missed these obvious signals my whole life. But, alas, you are too young for me. I like my lesbians seasoned. Salt and pepper usually suffice.
I’m not sure there’s any reason to be honored by our shared tastes (actually I don’t wear boots with heels either) but I don’t know why you’d be troubled either. I promise I won’t try to adopt you.
I’m so sorry — that wasn’t how I meant it all. I had my tubes tied at 27 so it was just a way to say you sounded so much like me that I thought you were the kid I didn’t have.
Ah good. I’m glad we’re okay on that. And probably one of us could point out that 10 years isn’t going to quite work out for the mother/daughter thing anyway.
…and sounds exactly like the daughter I do have. She’s a beautiful woung woman now and one of the best people I know. She’s just not very ‘girlie’ as society frames it.
I know you’re just joshing. Do you remember the episode of Ellen where she came out to her mother? I was watching it with my daughter, Ryan, (yes she has a boy’s name but don’t read anything into it!)and she must have been about 12 or 13. Ellen was asking her mom if she ever wondered about why she never wore dresses or makeup, and why she hated jewelry and never played with dolls. I looked over at my daughter and she was giving me one heck of a weird look out of the corner of her eye…like “mom?” It was so funny.
I wore a dress to my mom’s funeral, mainly because I couldn’t find a dark suit I liked (the funeral was in February and the stores were full of spring pastels). Can’t remember the last time I wore a dress prior to that. I also cannot wear high heels because of weak ankles, plus they kill my toes.
I do wear makeup though — just because I look like death warmed over without it. (I also have a couple of perfumes I like, but I don’t go overboard with them…)
Have you considered that you might be gay? I’m sure your husband is just a temporary diversion. Sorry, Cali, I need to rope someone else into this. And leave that rope comment alone, Indy.
It was a bunch o’ queers at a private home, and so we were all hanging out nekkid in the spa and sauna. Somebody dropped something in the sauna and I politely bent over… way over… to pick it up. Unfortunately for my left ass cheek, I hadn’t noticed where the heat thing for the sauna was.
Yipe.
The best part is that like, two days later, I had to sit for 11 hours on a plane to see family in Germany. Luckily, I had a very kind guy from Frankfurt sitting next to me in the aisle seat who thought the whole thing was really funny and let me squirm and stand up whenever I needed to.
Pus for days. And my mom offering to help me with bandages was… embarrassing, to say the least.
Towels are free tonight!
And I’m gonna miss it all.
And where is that curly – she’s supposed to rescue me from this cubicle just about now.
Ah, just got a call – heading for a reception that I am not too keen to go to.
Hope it’s lots more fun than you anticipate!
Maybe. There will be champagne!
Got to run.
Please recommend this spa & unrecommend the last one.
Newbies & lurkers welcome. . .and we’d love to meet you. Show us your tattoos. Or maybe not.
If someone teaches me how to post a pic I have a great one of my new tattoo.
Go Here leezy…get you started right up in no time.
Peace
Thanks dada. I will try to figure that all out when I get home from work. Sure appreciate the link and it sounds easy enough.
I’d be glad to help, but I don’t know how to post your own photos. Somebody else can tell you, I hope.
dada, for instance. 🙂
First, the image must be on your computer already.
Then you need to upload the picture to an image host. I use Photobucket. There will be instructions at the host you choose for how to make an account and upload a file.
Then you need to link to the picture with html code, which instructions should also be at your host site. If not, and if you get that far, ask again and I’ll try to help out with that step if I can.
If you don’t want to maintain an account try TinyPic. It’s open source and searchable tho, so you can’t control the use of the pic.
Also, when you post be sure to post as a ‘New Comment’ and start off tab thusly:
<“img width=400 src=URL”> 400px is to keep from cooking the margins.
Oh yeah, remember…Preview is your friend
Hope this is helpful
Peace
Dada is right! I forgot about size. Heh, queer chicks, size is just not usually on our radar. I always resize my photos down before I upload to the host.
Hey, thanks for the tip on pixel size and limitations. I was wondering about that.
IndyLib- I use Photobucket too and I noticed it has a resize feature. Have you ever used that or tried it and find it doesn’t work?
I haven’t tried it because I have a very nice digital camera (bday gift from my kickass Roomie) but am on dialup, so my full sized images are huge and would take forever to upload.
It works fine but it’s completely one way. You can only reduce the size and there’s no undo.
I think that it only reduces the file size, not the dimensions of the pic. You still have to use the width=400…which is the max btw…I often size images less than that.
Peace
it reduces the dimensions of the image. You can choose to reduce by 25%, 50%, or 75%.
I did not know that. It explains why I’ve not been very happy w/ my photobucket links…I thought it was file size. Thanks Andi.
Peace
I didn’t have any luck with it last night. The original was 540×480 or something and I tried resizing by percentage there at Photobucket from one already in the album. It appeared to work there but when I linked to it in a post it kept coming up the original size and not the smaller size (preview mode here). I checked the properties and url for the tags, cleaned out the cache and even logged out/back in….nothing.
So, when I saw PB mentioned, I thought I’d ask.
The one thing I think is confuing on that page is that there is an update button above the resize. If you push that it’s only for changing the name and adding a description. You have to be sure to “press” the button that says “Resize”.
Yeah, I tried that one too. I’m sure it’s something I’m not doing right. I think I’ll just upload some pre-resized from the originals.
ha! I’ll probably go back and find it’s now the size of a small icon and those resizes were actually working.
I’ll have a teeny tiney picture to post then.
Thanks Indy and dada. Will see if I can get this figured out tonight. You know I have if you see a tattoo.
Utoh…what did I do wrong? Sorry guys I was sure I resized it. HELP!
From the code it looks like you went with tinypic, so I can’t help. Maybe dada’s still around. Nice tat, though. 🙂
Well, first — nice tattoo, wowie zowie!!!!
Don’t know about the size of the picture you uploaded but if you want to be sure the picture is a specific width, you can set the width in the img tag. If you wanted to limit the width to 300 pixels just add ‘width=”300″ to the img tag.
Is there a way to resize it now that it is in a comment? God, I am so embarrassed you guys. I totally blew the margins….ugh!
See comment above…resizing only reduces the ‘file’ size…you still have to use <“img width=___URL”>.
Also with 400px, post as a “New Comment” not as a “reply”
Keep trying..I screwed up plenty of times when I first tried to do it.
Nice tattoo tho…:{)
Peace
Thanks for your understanding and help dada. Again to the great group of folks here I am really sorry. Off to the couch. Time to curl up with my cat. If I ever get brave enough to attempt posting a pic again I will show you my Smokie Boy! Good night all!
Don’t be afraid. what I always do is use the preview to make sure it is ok. I generally use the with of 250. Not too big nor too small. Also sometimes I try to place it in the middle of the screen (specially when doing a diary) so it’s always good to preview. 🙂
Very nice tat! Thanks for going through all that to show us.
Don’t worry too much about the margins – we’ve all done it at some point, as dada pointed out. Another tip given to me by Diane (who was the first margin monitor I think), to be safe, always post your pic in a new comment (so not a reply), that way you start from the very left hand side of the page.
Oh, and those who have the dynamic minimal viewing don’t even notice until they click on your link!
Olivia’s right, Leezy! It’s practically a rite of passage to blow the margins the first time or three. And anyway, we’re all glad it happened ’cause we got a great look at the tat!!
it is customary for the person to have been introduced to the margins first.
And the margins should at least buy them dinner.
I just talked to Joe Margin and convinced him to buy you all lobster tonight. Here he comes now! Enjoy. You all are just terrific. Night!
So, Margin gets blown and in return everybody else gets some tail. We owe you big time, thanks again.
😉
Damn, you’re good! Thanks for all the laughs.
Thanks!
..does this mean I can stay after my trial period is over? 😉
you’re staying. You’re our resident master punster!
Thank you
😉
I feel at home here, warm and accepted. I realize that might change at some point but I’m staying anyway. I like y’all too much to leave now.
My dream tattoo has always been a ring of dolphins around my ankle… I may still get that done. Or perhaps dolphins somewhere else, cuz I’ve heard the ankle is quite tender. But leezy, that is so beautiful!!!
… From another dolphin soul
That’s a beautiful design. Thanks for sharing that tat.
I’ve come to believe these software programs flat out lie to us from time to time. Don’t let it stop you from posting others.
Thanaks…I did the design but the artist was awesome. It is a bit bigger than I had planned on and alot more painful then I ever imagined but it was worth it. I have wanted to do this and chickened out at least 5 times over the past twenty years. Dolphins are my angels and I have a love for them so deep. I had the opportunity to swim with them in Cozumel for my fortieth birthday and it was one of the most incredible experiences ever. They are beautiful and sensual and happy. Oh to be a dolphin!
Hey, I see the sauna byt where’s Sven’s bear?
God, my feet are freezing! That sauna looks extra good, but where are the semi-naked Scandinavian men?
Semi-naked, nothing. The fully naked ones are all on google.
Hmmm…some Finnish humor (apparently they’re not so funny) courtesy of my quest to find images of naked men in a sauna:
answered: “then I have to leave.” “No, don’t leave.” she said, “His brother is with him.”
In Finland there are in some places, men and women’s saunas. Well, what would you do
if you accidentally entered the women’s sauna? It happened to a fellow in Finland. Asked
what he did, he answered: “It was nothing really, I just composed myself and asked:
“have any of you gentlemen seen my glasses?”
I’m not sure I’ll ever get the first one no matter how many times I read it. Second was funny, but tragic, yes?
Hi Kanasa! Hi everyone. Crank that sauna way up I am coming in. Been blowing, sneezing, hacking and wheezing all week. The suana would do this drippy nose good. Hope you are all doing okay in cold country. Still not bad here in SoCal during the day but getting down to the low forties at night. Hey, when you are not used to it anymore….just saying. Have a great night everyone. Got any hot herbal tea over there?
Leezy, please sit over there in the corner so you don’t drip and sneeze all over me! 🙂
Ooops! Sorry….slinking off to corner.
No, no, nothing to worry about in this virtual spa. This is an all healing and germ-free zone. Don’t you feel better already?
All better….I wish.
Just kidding leezy, if you can put up with the horror of seeing my naked bod sitting here in the sauna, the least I can do is not notice that your nose is dripping.
Hey this is virtual sauna hon. We all have the body of a young starlet. An old gal can dream now can’t she?
Hey, I can dream with the best of ’em. 🙂
Methinks a fire out here would feel reeeeaaaaaaal good, beer gets too warm in the sauna. :{)
Ahhhhhhh, mo betta…now how ’bout that beer.
May not be around long, DSL has been touch and go all day…good old Qworst, what a phone co…bah!
Later
Peace
Thanks, Cali. I’m torturing myself with them, though. We are now at nine degrees and could go as low as 13 BELOW ZERO tonight. Shouting makes me feel warmer. I am wearing two shirts, a vest, a jacket, long underwear, fleece pants, three pairs of socks, fuzzy shoes, and a HAT INSIDE MY HOUSE.
I wish you could post pictures, Kansas, because that sounds just as cute as Spit’s pink puppy.
I’m also rockin’ the long johns tonight but our overnight low is only supposed to be about 10F.
If you have to go out in this cold snap you’ll collapse under the weight of the extra clothes you have to put on. I hate being cold inside the house, too.
Hey everyone. I see you’re all enjoying the spa and the size of the ah..towels. You can color me late as usual…I usually don’t like to mention my medical problems specifically but after I got up today and sat here for an hour I had to go lay down on the couch and sleep for about 4 hours…that fatigue(not the same as regular fatigue)that happens is hard to explain. Anyway it’s now almost 4:30 and I’m finally starting to feel almost human today.
I see the mention of ex’s came up in the last cafe again..ha…I mentioned that my ex-very very ex as we divorced in 1979 seems to be wanting to make his ten year or so connection with me..anyway I had said in a previous cafe(the one with all the drinking/dancing and gunfights)that he’d sent me some flower pictures that he compared to me and now he’s sending me poetry he says he’s written….it’s all pretty amusing and he doesn’t seem to have changed a bit-as he is married.
I remember you mentioning the flower thing … now poems? That sounds sort of creepy. Are you worried at all about this?
Not really-if I know Bob(yeah his name is bob-what about bob huh)..all of a sudden he’ll just sorta disappear..by that I mean quit sending me emails.
I think part of this is his desire to let me know he made good with his life. When we married he had an 8th grade education and had been let go from Marines for being epileptic(this was at age 19 I think)…anyway the 11 years we were married lets just say living in a car etc wasn’t the best of times ..so now it seems he has his own business and is doing well as does his wife(his 3rd I think)..and anyone who happens to live in Pittsburg you just may know him?
He’s regaling me with stories of his library of Egyptian artifacts(that he says rivals a small museum) and how he doesn’t travel the world anymore…he’s also taken to quoting from authors to me as he thinks books are your best friends(he never used to read either)…
I know what you mean, Chocolate Ink. Glad you’re feeling better now at least.
I actually would like to go lay back down on the couch but I thawed out some pork chops(hardly ever eat meat anymore but do get hungry for pork chops ever so often) yesterday so I have to get off my ass here and go cook them…and I have to tape Smallville tonight. My sister has a satellite dish and gets a gazillion stations yet she doesn’t get the WB and that’s one of her favorite shows-mine too for that matter.
I’m home from work and that sauna sounds really nice … although, I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable hanging naked w/ you all. 🙂
Naked? We’re naked???
Did you let supersoling in here again?? 😉
Let him in?! Like we could keep him out! 🙂
apparently lost my mind, because I read your comment and immediately the voice in my head said (with the question mark inflection):
I can clearly see your nuts?
Not mine. 🙂
The voice was really saying, “I can clearly see you’re nuts.” It’s all in the apostrophe. And, yes, apparently, you have lost your mind.
Now I’m going to show that I have no mind at all. . .Survivor’s about to start.
<blushing>
Sorry guys!
<hands strategically placed, backing quickly out the door>
Now I’m blushing too. I lost my washcloth. Isn’t being naked odd when you’re the only one in a group that’s dressed that way?
Hi, I’m totally bummed out. I’d like to sit at this empty table here, but I’m probably not very good company.
beers? maybe that would be a mistake?
no prob sharing either… it’s been a tough day… week… month… last 5 years… 😉
spiderleaf, I’ve been there too. Can we help at all?
Yup… keep posting here and the cafe/ bar open… oh, and vote those fascists out in 2006… that will help a lot 😉
Ahhh. The bar. Keeping it open. That reminds me (looking innocently off to the side and up), what are you doing Saturday?
Wedding blues?
Yeh. I guess. I hate weddings. I don’t know why. But I always, always have.
I don’t mind weddings in general….just mine.
Actually I liked mine — especially the last one, that was the best!
It was a true elopment. No one knew anything about it except us. Even though we went back to my home town to do it.
have considered having a “wedding” (being queers it must remain in quotes, you know…) just so that I can get back at my older brother for making me wear a girly dress to be in his…
I can picture him in pink with ruffles…
But really, the whole thing seems like such a hassle that I’m honestly kind of glad not to have the pressure.
I’m not gay, but the thought of wearing a dress makes me shudder. I’ve been “married” twice and didn’t wear a dress either time. Don’t know why I used parentheses other than it felt good.
damn, I mean quotes. I was obsessing on how to spell parenthesis, parentheses and I didn’t even need to.
maybe you have confused punctuation flu!
This is the part of the thread where I’m supposed to show restraint and not make jokes about you and closets, right? Just checkin’. 😉
Aren’t you supposed to be watching Survivor or something? Sheesh.
I should probably just get everything out in the open right now instead of enduring this slow torture from you.
I do not wear dresses. I do not wear makeup…at this point if I put it on I’m sure I would look like a transvestite. I can’t walk in, nor have any inclination to wear any shoe with a heel except for maybe some cool boots with my jeans. I don’t do hair. I can’t stand perfume or nail polish (it feels like my nails are suffocating!) I never played with dolls, although I had one once and I tried to figure out what to do with her besides cut her hair and put her to sleep. I can’t stand jewelry, even my wedding ring bothers me so I only wear it when I go out. Anything else I should fess up to?
You wish you were enduring slow torture from me, and you know it. 😉
And for the record, I would just like it to be noted by those who are inclined to note such things that at the time I alleged that you might be less than entirely straight, you were in the process of suggesting I should post a naked picture of myself. It’s not as if my speculation were as wild as, say, Republican tax policy. (Which can only make sense in a land where the tree branches droop heavy with stock options, the rivers are flush with cashfish, and when you whisper the Good Fairy’s secret name — Free Market — three times, your 401K magically increases in size just like the Grinch’s heart, puff puff PUFF).
You’re absolutely right. I don’t know how I could have missed these obvious signals my whole life. But, alas, you are too young for me. I like my lesbians seasoned. Salt and pepper usually suffice.
we’re very good with some cumin, I find.
And I must add, though it’s maybe in poor taste, that you should be sure to go very light on the cayenne. Ouch!
Personally, I’ve enjoyed some of the more tender consumables with cinnamon and butter, but it is messy.
I should add that I don’t actually know about cumin, it’s just a fun spice to say/spell. Professionals on closed course; attempt at your own risk.
Not if you wear one of those lobster bibs.
Pfft, half my girlfriends have been your age. But fine, I’ll go sulk away now, utterly rejected.
you are the daughter I made sure I would never have.
I’m troubled, and yet honored to hear that.
I’m not sure there’s any reason to be honored by our shared tastes (actually I don’t wear boots with heels either) but I don’t know why you’d be troubled either. I promise I won’t try to adopt you.
I guess it was the part about “made sure I never had”…like I was the epitome of why you decided not to have kids.
I’m so sorry — that wasn’t how I meant it all. I had my tubes tied at 27 so it was just a way to say you sounded so much like me that I thought you were the kid I didn’t have.
Okay, now I’m just honored. And now that my gender identity has been restored I can relax.
Ah good. I’m glad we’re okay on that. And probably one of us could point out that 10 years isn’t going to quite work out for the mother/daughter thing anyway.
Well, since hitting 40 Ihave been counting backwards which means in a few weeks I will be 34. So that means you would have been 21? That works for me!
how you managed to have him when you were 10?
He hasn’t asked yet. He knows I was precocious.
…and sounds exactly like the daughter I do have. She’s a beautiful woung woman now and one of the best people I know. She’s just not very ‘girlie’ as society frames it.
Meanwhile I now feel like I should hasten to add that I am only teasing you, and if I’m crossing a line, I am very sorry.
I know you’re just joshing. Do you remember the episode of Ellen where she came out to her mother? I was watching it with my daughter, Ryan, (yes she has a boy’s name but don’t read anything into it!)and she must have been about 12 or 13. Ellen was asking her mom if she ever wondered about why she never wore dresses or makeup, and why she hated jewelry and never played with dolls. I looked over at my daughter and she was giving me one heck of a weird look out of the corner of her eye…like “mom?” It was so funny.
I wore a dress to my mom’s funeral, mainly because I couldn’t find a dark suit I liked (the funeral was in February and the stores were full of spring pastels). Can’t remember the last time I wore a dress prior to that. I also cannot wear high heels because of weak ankles, plus they kill my toes.
I do wear makeup though — just because I look like death warmed over without it. (I also have a couple of perfumes I like, but I don’t go overboard with them…)
Have you considered that you might be gay? I’m sure your husband is just a temporary diversion. Sorry, Cali, I need to rope someone else into this. And leave that rope comment alone, Indy.
(sniff)
I’m afraid I’ll totally crack. Maybe I’ll feel better after Survivor — especially if they kill stephanie.
Also, I forgot to take my diabetes medication this morning, so it might be that. And exhaustion from digging out the circle and the driveways.
will you be here in an hour? (sniff)
cripes… they’re killing people on Survivor now?? Did they let Cheney handle the programming?
Well, have you seen this Stephanie girl this year? I’m hating her so much, I’m hoping they’ll invent a special rule when they kick her off the show.
an hour isn’t even my bedtime yet.
Yay! I’ll be back then!
I once burned my ass pretty severely on a sauna.
Really.
It was a bunch o’ queers at a private home, and so we were all hanging out nekkid in the spa and sauna. Somebody dropped something in the sauna and I politely bent over… way over… to pick it up. Unfortunately for my left ass cheek, I hadn’t noticed where the heat thing for the sauna was.
Yipe.
The best part is that like, two days later, I had to sit for 11 hours on a plane to see family in Germany. Luckily, I had a very kind guy from Frankfurt sitting next to me in the aisle seat who thought the whole thing was really funny and let me squirm and stand up whenever I needed to.
Pus for days. And my mom offering to help me with bandages was… embarrassing, to say the least.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. You made it sound so funny, but I’m sure it wasn’t that funny to you at the time.
Well, I’d had significant amounts of beer.
So yeah, it was pretty funny, even then.
Lord, I sound like such a lush in my posts!
THat’s why you fit right in here at the FBC. Most of us are shameless perverts and lushes. And the ones who aren’t are lying.
Like we’re really gonna fall for the ole “I’m a drunken idiot” defense.
Come on, be brave and own your stupidity — you’ll feel so much better for it.
it was prison showers where you’re not supposed to bend over… 😉
Glad you recovered…hope you didn’t have any embarassing scars to explain to future partners…
A hot tub under the mooon and stars, with snow all around. . .
Don’t want to scare anyone away!
🙂