Ynaught posted on Pet Peeves Political commercials! We can't watch local tv these days since at every commercial there is a Nancy Pelosi paid ad for Elizabeth Colbert Busch. Mark Sanford apparently can't afford to keep up the pace and only has his commercials every other station break. ECB is running the most negative campaign since she has nothing to run on. I can't wait until Tuesday when this will all be over!
Ynaught posted on Coffee Klatch This is tough to see. It just shows the dangers of attending these events.
Amazing photo below shows great detail at the moment of impact..
The pilot at low level had no control over his aircraft. It narrowly misses a crowd gathered for the air show and slams into four buildings.
One can only imagine the horror of the occupants inside those buildings.
No one was killed, but it probably scared the crap out of them.
May 3 at 10:35 EST .
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Ynaught posted on Dogs, Cats & Critters It's chilly and drizzly outside. Not at all spring-like - but the bluebirds have decided it is spring and they are bustin' out all over!
May 3 at 09:48 EST .
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Gerty This is wonderful, Miss Y! I had no idea they hatched out in such a 'bald' condition. But, then again, what do I expect for twenty-one days in the incubator.
May 3 at 16:30 EST .
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Balogreene It's like the ugly duckling isn't it? Bluebirds are among the most beautiful in my mind. But, these kids have a long way to go.
May 3 at 20:15 EST .
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BirdsNest Gerty, more like 14 days according to Hagar. Many chicks are naked and dependent on parents for survival. Chickens are born feathered and have to be "taught" to eat, either by Mom or by the humans that are hatching and raising them. Even parrots are born naked, their Moms feed them round the clock. We have raised many parrot chicks, feeding them first with syringes then learned how to use a spoon to feed them. We also fed them around the clock, every 2 hours. Macaw chicks can weigh around 21 gms when they hatch. Tiny, very tiny.
May 3 at 20:58 EST .
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Hikergal Amazing!when we were building our house the front door color was under discussion at some point we stopped for lunch and a bluebird happened by and I told my Joe I want that color the bluebird of happiness. The door is that color and most amazing of all every year on his birthday (23 July ) bluebirds appear out of no where as if to say It is ok to be happy
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Ynaught posted on Jokes A young couple were making passionate love in the guy's van (you know, the kind with shag carpets and a big double mattress in the back ), when suddenly the girl, being a bit on the kinky side, yells out, "Oh, big boy, whip me, whip me!"
The guy, not wanting to pass up this unique opportunity and lacking a whip, opens the window, snaps the antenna off his van, and proceeds to whip the girl until they both collapse in sadomasochistic ecstasy.
About a week later, the girl notices that the marks left by the whipping session are starting to fester a bit, so she goes to the doctor.
The doctor takes one look at the wounds and asks, "Did you get these marks having sex?"
The girl is a little embarrassed but admits that, yes, she did.
Nodding his head knowingly, the doctor exclaims, "I thought so, because in all my years of doctoring, you've got the worst case of van aerial disease that I've ever seen."
Ynaught posted on Coffee Klatch I don't know who wrote this. It sounds like something from Erma Bombeck-it is truly funny. Enjoy!!
When I was a child in the 1950's, the bathing suit for the mature figure was-boned, trussed and reinforced, not so much sewn as engineered. They were built to hold back and uplift, and they did a good job.
Today's stretch fabrics are designed for the prepubescent girl with a figure carved from a potato chip.
The mature woman has a choice: she can either go up front to the maternity department and try on a floral suit with a skirt, coming away looking like a hippopotamus that escaped from Disney's Fantasia, or she can wander around every run-of-the-mill department store trying to make a sensible choice from what amounts to a designer range of fluorescent rubber bands.
What choice did I have? I wandered around, made my sensible choice and entered the chamber of horrors known as the fitting room. The first thing I noticed was the extraordinary tensile strength of the stretch material. The Lycra used in bathing costumes was developed, I believe, by NASA to launch small rockets from a slingshot, which gives the added bonus that if you manage to actually lever yourself into one, you would be protected from shark attacks. Any shark taking a swipe at your passing midriff would immediately suffer whiplash.
I fought my way into the bathing suit, but as I twanged the shoulder strap in place I gasped in horror, my boobs had disappeared!
Eventually, I found one boob cowering under my left armpit. It took a while to find the other. At last I located it flattened beside my seventh rib.
The problem is that modern bathing suits have no bra cups. The mature woman is now meant to wear her boobs spread across her chest like a speed bump. I realigned my speed bump and lurched toward the mirror to take a full view assessment.
The bathing suit fit all right, but unfortunately it only fitted those bits of me willing to stay inside it. The rest of me oozed out rebelliously from top, bottom and sides. I looked like a lump of Playdoh wearing undersized cling wrap.
As I tried to work out where all those extra bits had come from, the prepubescent sales girl popped her head through the curtain, "Oh, there you are," she said, admiring the bathing suit.
I replied that I wasn't so sure and asked what else she had to show me. I tried on a cream crinkled one that made me look like a lump of masking tape, and a floral two-piece that gave the appearance of an oversized napkin in a serving ring.
I struggled into a pair of leopard-skin bathers with ragged frills and came out looking like Tarzan's Jane, pregnant with triplets and having a rough day.
I tried on a black number with a midriff fringe and looked like a jellyfish in mourning.
I tried on a bright pink with such a high cut leg I thought I would have to wax my
April 27 at 17:57 EST .
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Ynaught I tried on a bright pink with such a high cut leg I thought I would have to wax my eyebrows to wear it.
Finally, I found a suit that fit, it was a two-piece affair with a shorts-style bottom and a loose blouse-type top. It was cheap, comfortable, and bulge-friendly, so I bought it. My ridiculous search had a successful outcome, I figured.
When I got it home, I found a label that read, "Material might become transparent in water."
So, if you happen to be on the beach or near any other body of water this year and I'm there too, I'll be the one in cut-off jeans and a T-shirt!
Ynaught posted on Main Page The Lobby I just read a post on Facebook from a friend who is an obstetrician. She was asking for prayers for a tiny baby she had to deliver by C-section at 27 weeks to save her life. Then I saw an article about that monster, Gosnell. It is hard to believe they share the same profession. God bless all the tiny babies, born and unborn!
Balogreene It really bothers me. I know most of it is computer generated (at least I hope it is ), but it is so realistic, I was feeling sorry for the giraffes.
April 25 at 18:55 EST .
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Ynaught Wow, Balo! I thought the giraffes looked absolutely joyous!
April 26 at 07:36 EST .
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Balogreene Y, I agree, they do look joyous. I didn't like the two hanging in the cages, or flipping each other by those fragile necks. I loved the one looking into the camera, and I loved to watch them run, even walking was beautiful. The whole thing was gorgeous, it was just the flipping section that bothered me, even though it wasn't real.
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