The Person Below Me #64 - We can rent a cottage on the Isle of Wight if it's not too dear.
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Link to TPBM #63.
The kicker was 'TPBM recently revisited an old haunt.'
//You're supposed to provide the last post in the previous thread. The link didn't work, so I'll try to fix it. Nevah mind. You beat me to it.//
Posted by SomeGuyInVirginia:
TPBM has recently revisited an old haunt.
No, but I've recently visited an old haint.
TPBM thinks we're all crazy.
//You stepped on my line! Darling I love you but I work alone.//
//Well, you should have done it right in the first place. ::snicker:: Dahlink, I luv you, too. ♥//
Taking 'all' to mean everybody, 'crazy' is too polite a word. 'Dangerously lunatic' is more appropriate; sometimes it keeps me from going out in public.
The person below me believes themselves not to be dangerously lunatic.
I wrote this haiku
To share with all of you here
TPBM prefers limericks.
Limericks? No. Thereʻve
Been good ones, but not by me--
TPBM is good at all meters except the lyric.
Lyric meter? Is that a poetry reference? Or a promotion of the metric system?
The person below me prefers gallons to liters.
My perfect shot is however much I can swig from the bottle in one go.
TPBM knows a good cure for cold noses.
I do on occasion, when I wear the wrong socks.
The person below me needs new socks.
I suppose so; but it's not something I want to highlight to anyone.
TPBM actually did some exercise (or something that they've been promising to do for yonks, and only just managed it today. I finally went for a walk! Not a very long one, though - but I got out of the house!)
I have some perfectly good socks that must be twenty-five years old. I don't wear those pairs often enough to wear them out.
I have too many socks and too many t-shirts. I stopped buying t-shirts years ago, but that hasn't stopped people from giving them to me. I try not to buy new socks unless I discard an equal number of tattered socks.
TPBM loves socks.
I don't know what else I'd use to cover my feet with inside my shoes, but I've never classed my feelings for socks as love. All my socks are black wool ankle length bought at the same time - saves having to sort them out into pairs.
TPBM is still having trouble sorting out carod's picture (#12)
Leaped! It's a hand-knitted nose warmer, and a cool one at that! Its resemblance to a Papua New Guinea penis sheath is simply unfortunate, for various reasons.
TPBM has clothes they can only were during one holiday, like a Christmas tie or Halloween sweater.
I've seen nose warmers before, so knew exactly what it was. I have several sweaters, vests and blouses that are Christmas themed. I ran a Holiday Bazaar for five years. At one time I had four pairs of red pumps. I also own more holiday jewelry than any one woman needs, most of it gifts from friends and family.
TPBM is resolutely not watching Christmas shows on TV until the 1st of December.
I love Christmas. I love Christmas music. I love Christmas decorations. I love all the sights and sounds. I think Christmas should last until the Epiphany in January. I don't think it should start the day after Hallowe'en. Advent Sunday is early enough. And I'm not even a Christian;)
TPBM celebrates some other winter Holiday.
ETA for excessive use of bolds
Solstice is the Reason for the Season
TPBM knows axial tilt is the reason for the solstice.
It is something that I was aware of, but seldom stop to think about.
The person below me attended some sort of event this weekend.
I saw a movie yesterday and went to a church service this morning.
The person below me helped fix the world today.
No, I just read a book. And then went swimming. I feel so shallow.
The person below me has fuzzy slippers.
Yes- fuzzy on the inside where it matters.
The person below me is not celebrating the first day of Pennsylvania deer season tomorrow. In this he or she will be unlike a large number of my neighbors and colleagues.
No I won't be celebrating it. I don't own anything that is fluorescent orange and I stay out of the woods this time of year.
TPBM likes rainy Mondays.
Depends on how much rain.
My mother cut a correction out of the paper to show me yesterday. It said:
The Vows column last Sunday, about the marriage of Sunny Jacobs and Peter Pringle, misspelled the name of the city in Ireland where Ms. Jacobs had a speaking engagement. It is Cork, not Quark.The announcement and the correction appended to it can be read at the New York Times website.
The person below me saw another really funny correction in the paper recently.
Sad to say, I'm not reading the paper very much. I am still traveling a lot and so just canceled my subscription. I do feel out of touch.
The person below me gets irritated at the television news. (Some reporters think they make the news, not just report it. I had one tell me that the media must interpret events for us poor public people who are too stupid to understand. Uh oh, soapbox. Sorry.)
Oh yes. So irritatated tht I avoid it as much as possible.
TPBM has recently tried cooking something new.
I tried a variation on Cornish pasty. I thought it would be easier to make a big pie. I thought it tasted good, but nothing compares to a great pasty. I'm just too lazy to make them.
The person below me knows what he or she would like for a last meal and will tell us what it is. (Pasties for me, or my mother's hash.)
Yea, proper homemade Swedish meatballs, with cream sauce, boiled potatoes with dill & Lingonberry jam (yum!)
TPBM is having something unique for Christmas dinner this year.
This is in the realm of Wishful Thinking, not of Prophecy,
but we will be having a choice of deserts:
Lemon Pie, Circus Peanuts, or Maple walnut Ice Cream
- or all 3.
TPBM thinks that "Christmas Candy", M & M s, and various other dentideleterious concoctions should be banished from the realm of "Candy".
I wouldn't actually mind if the entire realm of "Candy" was banished. Except maybe for a few dark chocolate treats.
TPBM prefers dark chocolate to milk chocolate.
Oh no, not even close. I like milk chocolate, Swiss or Belgian is available. Man, you can't beat a Toblerone bar as far as deliciousness/cost. I also like Ferrero Rocher, but I'm too cheap to buy them so scarf as many as I can at parties.
TPBM has made chocolate bars by hand.
I have some mad skill...
TPBM has a pet emu named Claudius who battles llama sorcerers in Bhutan.
My pet emu is named Cyril and is a pacifist so he doesn't fight.
TPBM fantasizes about being a Navy Seal.
Well, not *being* a Navy Seal. If I had any fantasies about Navy Seals that wouldn't be it.
TPBM has another fantasy that they can safely share.
Ah, to be living in a clean and tidy house, with my finances in order, eating nutritious, well-balanced meals and exercising in fun ways. Maybe someday...
The person below me also has a fantasy.
Yes, I want to wake up to a clean house, with my son and his family in the guest rooms. We will spend happy day, then go the the gallery that is having a debut showing of my art and it will all sell.
TPBM has sold some work of art(any kind).
No, I'm waiting for the value to jump post mortem.
TPBM would like to live at Bag End.
When I was young I was tall, but then people caught up to me, so now I'm just average.
TPBM has big, hairy feet.
I think they're kind of big and wide with high arches, but ewwwww.. not hairy. Did someone tell you they were???
TPBM is paranoid about hair growing in the wrong places as they age.
Well, not paranoid, but certainly not happy about it. BTW, has anyone seen my tweezers?
TPBM is not growing old gracefully, but fighting it every inch of the way.
I'm one of those twits who's been using moisturizer since his 20s, so I have no plan on doing anything gracefully, especially aging. But I won't have anything done. Most people in my family maintain a youthful appearance until they die, often because they amuse themselves to death at an early age, but my parents (or my dad anyway) has aged hard because of chronic ill health.
TPBM couldn't care less about vain issues. Edited because I can't even get vernacular grammar right.
I never have cared nor been vain. I don't even wear makeup. When I worked "outside the home," as "they" say, I preferred sleeping those extra few minutes to spending time on makeup. Now, I figure there's no need to do so.
TPBM doesn't wear makeup, either. Okay, SomeGuy, we already know you don't. lol
//Oops. I answered incorrectly. I read that as "couldn't care less." But I guess that's still an okay answer because one can't care less than not at all. Huh? Don't worry, I'm confused, too.//
Nope, I don't. Sometime in high school I decided that it took too long and cost too much money. It's amazing how many vices I've avoided in my life because they cost too much money.
TPBM is cheap.
you say cheap, what I hear is smart.
TPBM recently bought a new car
What a minefield!
48> I want some self-discipline for all the chores I need to do. And time to quit evaporating.
47> I am looking at new cars and may buy one this year. (My car has over 170,000 but I love it and don't really want a new one.)
The person below me bought stuff this last weekend or on Monday.
No, actually, not a single thing anywhere, not even online. "Black Friday" means keep your head down. To me a good year is one in which I never go to the mall at all, and during the holiday shopping period I'd rather go nekkid into a briar patch.
TPBM gives books to at least six people at the Yuletide season.
No, but I have given six+ books to one person before.
TPBM can no longer afford such expensive gifts but has come to terms with it.
I'm trying to. I am compensating by giving hand made gifts and bartering with friends for their hand made goodies.
TPBM loves bartering.
Quiet, innit? I will offer a post to move things along in exchange for a response in any foreign (i.e. non-English) language from
Have you been bugging my phone? There are LAWS about that sort of thing, Bub. You'll be hearing from my lawyer.
TPBM can recommend a lawyer for me in such a way that abbottthomas will be none the wiser.
No, but I'd I find one I will be sure to let you know.
TPBM is a lawyer. Or plays one on TV.
No, but I did go to law school for a while.
The person below me had trouble deciding what to be when (or if) she/he grew (or grows) up.
Yes, some trouble deciding, but a lot more
getting in, (at any but the lowest level) to what I finally did decide on.
TPBM wants to reveal her/his (1) present occupation;
OR (2) long term desired occupation during childhood or youth.
I think I've told this one before. My mom always had music playing when I was a kid, and her favorites were R&B, crooners like Sinatra and Engelbert Humperdinck, and rock and roll. I knew who Elvis Presley and Roberta Flack were, and mom would often play DJ between songs giving her opinion of the it and the group in the lull between cuts. I really liked the Rolling Stones, but all mom would tell me about them was that they were English junkies living in New York. I didn't know what 'junkie' meant, just vaguely realized in a four-year-old's way that it included taking drugs but I'd had aspirin and cough syrup and didn't see the problem. I thought being a junkie meant someone who lived in New York, got to stay up late, and listened to loud rock and roll, and that's all I ever wanted to do. No astronaut, no fireman or football player. When a friend of my mom's asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said, "I want to be a junkie."
TPBM wanted to be something else when they grew up.
I wavered between becoming a lawyer and a college History professor. I ended up going into Nursing.
TPBM is getting excited about the upcoming festivities.
Not really. I lost all holiday spirit during my last ten years working in retail. Not so much for the obvious "the mall is hell in December" reasons, but because I was so exhausted, I had no energy to enjoy the holidays. All Thanksgiving and Christmas meant to me was a day off, one that was a day before I had to get up early and deal with more stress.
In 2009, it was even worse, because I was taking my husband for his cancer treatments five days a week, anywhere from one to three appointments in a day. It was like having two full-time jobs.
One night in mid-December, his men's group met at our apartment, 'cause he was too sick to go anywhere else. When I came home after my night shift, I found that they had taken out all the holiday decorations, and while he laid on the couch and supervised, they decorated the whole apartment, tree and all. I came in the door, stopped dead, and started crying.
One of our friends hugged me and said that he really hated all the Christmas hoopla, but seeing my reaction made every bit of it worthwhile.
My husband died the following August. When I moved, most of the holiday stuff got left behind with someone who was supposed to get it to me, but did not do so. I miss those decorations and the memories that go with them, but ultimately, it's the family and friends--the people--that make it all worthwhile.
Unfortunately, my family is scattered across the country and I don't have funds for flying around, so I won't see any of them for the holidays.
TPBM is less melancholy.
PhaedraB, my heart goes out to you and if I could, I would get your decorations back for you. At least you have the memories and the wonderful friends who did that for you and your husband. I have had losses also that can make the holidays a bit melancholy, and some years it's very hard to feel festive, but usually there is one song, one memory, one person or one gift that gives me that childlike wonder again, if only for a moment. I hope you have at least one of those moments too. Wishing you well.
TPBM will send PhaedraB a happy thought.
"Whatever you think you are, you are more than that."
Not sure who to credit that to... it was on a NaNoWriMo 'giveaway' sticker, and seemed appropriate here.
TPBM will continue with the happy thoughts.
No, I've been up since 4 and I wish someone would just shoot me in the head.
That being said, I always wish Phaedra happy thoughts and good things because she's a good person and makes me happy. If you can get to DC, I'll drive you up and we can rescue the ornaments. Five hours each way, I've got an EZpass, AND we can stop off in Atlantic City for a couple of games of craps if there's time. No joke, kiddo.
TPBM has a funky remedy for a common malady.
//SomeGuy, you gotta deal. I can Amtrak to DC. Will discuss timing later.
ETA: sheeooot. I'd still have to get them from DC to here. 6 bins or so. Will check what Amtrak would charge me for excess luggage (can check 2 bags.)
62, 63 > awwwww
I have a bottle of Atlantic Ocean (that I collected last time I was at Cape Spear) in my fridge for gargling when I have a sore throat.
TPBM has another funky remedy for a common malady.
I take aspirin for my arthritis. Is that funky and common enough.
The person below me likes molasses.
No, but I like brown sugar.
TPBM would rather have brown sugar in a pecan pie than cornsyrup.
//PhaedraB, I send you lots of love and wish I could hug you. If you'll give me the name and address of whoever is holding your decorations hostage, I'll be more than happy to send them a scathing letter.//
I would rather have brown sugar, but not in pecan pie, as I don't like pecan pie.
TPBM kind of liked when they were calling cornsyrup cornsugar.
I don't remember that, we always had molasses and corn syrup around for baking and later for a diabetic cat. I do wish they'd cut back on using it in grocery products.
//C'mon up PB, I think I can pick you up at Callahan station in Alexandria. 2 caveats, I take the week between Christmas and New Year off and that's booked, and I drive a Toyota sedan but we can get it in somehow. I'm sure Amtrak can carry storage bins, it's been trotting Joe Biden up and back and he's nothing but empty space.//
TPBM has taken a sleeping pill and will be in the land of nod momentarily. Oh no, that's just me. TPBM buys scented candles.
I'm getting sick and will be taking Nyquil (almost as good as a sleeping pill) in about an hour and a half. Also, I DO buy scented candles. I just forget to burn them. They're in the bathrooms, a closet under the stairs, guest bedroom, sunroom, etc.
TPBM has recently read a book that irritated them almost beyond measure.
I love scented candles but I can handle them for only a short time. Then the headaches kick in.
TPBM has issues with scents (or sense).
It depends on the particular scent; roast turkey - I'm all for it.
On the other hand, soaps, detergent, shampoo... Why? We buy fragrance-free as much as possible. Can't stand it when MrsHouseLibrary uses perfume.
TPBM made someone smile today.
>73 Not yet, but I've only just had breakfast - I have hopes for later.
>71 The last book that made me feel like that was A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay. I went against my gut feeling because it was on a list of Philip Pullman's favourite books. You can see my review underneath a few 5 star recommendations!
TPBM would willingly pay $2m for a nice copy of the first Superman comic (assuming there were sufficient funds)
No, but my son would(assuming there were sufficient funds ) I taught him to read using comic books, mostly the Archie and Veronica ones, because they were small enough to be stuffed into my purse. As he got older and got jobs, he started buying specific ones. He and his family moved away seven years ago, I keep telling him I'm going to toss all those heavy cartons and he says, in an aggrieved manner,"Mom, those are worth lots of money." Maybe I should sell them and give him the money, then I could get my truck in that side of the garage.
TPBM thinks that would be a mean thing to do.
I'm on your side - if he's old enough to have a family, he needs to take full possession of his comic books.
TPBM is all about responsibility.
Oh, yes I'm... *smash in the background* I'm very responsible! *more smashing*
TPBM likes to fly kites.
I like the German kites that look like eagles and you can fly them through the air. I've had more than one eat dirt and bust a wing, though.
TPBM has Christmas decorations on the roof of their house.
Shingles are a christmas decoration???
TPBM does the Festivus thing, instead.
I would do Festivus, but I hate to learn all new rules at this stage in my life.
TPBM has trouble making decisions.
I don't think so. Well, at least not always. Okay, maybe. Sometimes.
TPBM is shopping for new skis.
Nope, can't think of anything scarier than speeding down the side of a mountain on a couple of waxed planks of wood/fibreglass.
TPBM is off to a Christmas party this weekend.
No, I have three Christmas performances this week-end. Staff party next Friday (that should be fun). Better yet Winter Break starts the Friday after that!
TPBM is also looking forward to a break soon.
I'd like a break from my sinus drainage, but that's not likely to happen soon. Le sigh.
TPBM wonders why people say "bad cold." Aren't all colds bad?
Yeah, I wonder if virologists say 'I have this really marvelous cold! It's definitely an H1N3 but there are some atypical symptoms I'm really excited about!'
ETA Has anyone else been working on the DARPA shredder challenge? If so, I'd be interested in getting some feedback from you.
I've had a rather hellish week. A drop-dead deadline that turned out to not be important after all, early and late hours, and I still haven't bought Christmas light or presents (or paid the bills). TPBM will join me in spending tonight getting hammered, read a chapter of something thrilling, and then sink into hoggish slumber until 11 tomorrow am. It's alright if TPBM says no, because that's my plan and I'm sticking to it.
I have no talent for getting hammered, I would be delighted to read a chapter of something thrilling, I can definitely do the hoggish slumber, but I can no longer seem to sleep past 9:15.
TPBM just wants to stay warm.
I'd rather be cool, daddy-o, I mean... jazz! Can you dig it?
TPBM is catching the vibes.
Probably not. Isn't jazz a series of wrong notes? :)
The person below me will have an eggnog this holiday.
eeww. eggnog is gross, but I do make delicious hot chocolate.
TPBM agrees that a few shots of whiskey are a good substitute for nyquil when you're sick.
Especially if it's infused with eggnog!! (for the first time in 8 or so years I will be able to have eggnog, as I will be home in Canada!!)
TPBM is immune to winter colds.
No, I had a robust (bad, serious?) bout of pneumonia as a kid and ever since have had the immune system of a crack whore. If ebola ever makes it to the states I'm a goner.
//Despite a noble hammer effort, I was asleep before the second round. But by god if I didn't wake up at 11 exactly.//
TPBM recently attended a concert of some kind.
We went to a production of Don Pasquale a day or two ago given by the Glyndebourne touring company - will that do? Good singing, particularly from a young Ukrainian baritone - Andrei Bondarenko. A man to watch*.
TPBM would rather sing than listen
*you can watch him here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3-czKfE30c&feature=related
Well I do enjoy listening to music and going to concerts, but I enjoy singing more. And as soon as I finish my second cup of coffee I am getting the stage make-up on, and getting dressed for my second show of the week-end. Third one tonight. Fun but exhausting.
TPBM is going to do something fun but exhausting soon.
I'm going to see a screening of the opera Rodelinda; I'll be exhausted, but I won't go right to bed.
The person below me would fall asleep before the end of the opera.
As far as i know, I wouldnʻt, but I havenʻt got much to base it on. Iʻve only seen two operas, counting one that was seen in a movie theater (La Traviata); the one seen on stage was in the past
year in Honolulu: Lucia di Lammermoor.
TPBM loves either the aria "Brindisi", the famous Quartet of Rigoletto or "La ci daremʻ da mano" of Don Giovanni -- or all three.
Nah, can't say I am fond of any of them.
//Roland - did you like La Traviata? I saw it a few years back at the Arena in Verona - thought it was fab, though the setting certainly didn't hurt!//
TPBM is sick of all these pop bands getting back together. Personally, I think there was a reason they all broke up in the first place, maybe the past is best left in the past!
Good gravy. Go away for a few days because your computer is broken and there's SO MUCH to catch up on!!!
I don't know anything about any pop bands getting back together. But I'm frequently out of the loop.
TPBM is never out of the loop.
Loop? There's a loop? Why didn't anyone tell me about this loop thing?
TPBM knows why the current crop of "celebrities" are famous (because I can't figure it out & I really want to know)
Some of them are famous because of their parents/families. The Hilton girl? Famous because of her grandfather's hotels. The Kardashian bunch? Famous because their dad was OJ's lawyer. Some of the younger ones are famous because of YouTube and Disney/Nickelodeon shows - they're not good, but they managed to get enough of a following that they became famous anyway.
TPBM is not procrastinating on the stuff they have to do today.
Yes I am. If I don't do laundry today I have the choice of wearing a ski parka and swimming trunks to work tomorrow or just staying home. Now would be the time to do it because we have a laundry room and it can get crowded. I also want to put the Christmas lights up. But first things first- caffeine, hit me with your life-giving goodness.
TPBM doesn't drink caffeinated drinks.
Rarely. Just the occasional hot chocolate or iced tea.
TPBM is good at unplugging clogged toilets. (My son and I have each spent about 20 minutes plunging, and now we're waiting for my husband to come in and give it a try.)
Yes indeed-y. Unofortunately we have those g-d low-volume flush toilets and we keep a plunger by each one. That's four plungers getting active workouts. And every time a toilet clogs up I curse it and the stupid state of NC for mandating low-volume flush toilets when we were building our house in 1998.
TPBM has another chronic house woe that drives them crazy.
We're in a semi-detached house, and ever since the other half was knocked down and rebuilt, every time it rains, we have a mini-waterfall on the staircase wall. Literally. And the past two weeks, it's been bucketing down for several hours every evening. We finally gave up waiting for the other side to fix it, and got our guy to do the work. Now, it just keeps up a steady drip all night ...
I have a small leak that only happens when the rain hits the side of my building at a certain angle and velocity which only happens a couple of times a year. And can not be recreated by the caretaker standing on a ladder and spraying a hose at the side of the building. It remains a mystery.
TPBM has another mystery they are puzzling over.
Does the light in the refrigerator really go off when we close the door?
I'm afraid we'll never know because we eat the only witnesses.
Disclaimer: Not an original thought.
Carod: Is there a chimney on the side you're talking about? For years, I thought our leak was a a section of the roof, or the flashing around the chimney, so I used a couple of gallons of roofing tar trying to patch up holes that didn't exist. The problem was the chimney cap - the flat area at the top of the chimney. Over the years, the expansion and contraction caused the concrete to crumble and water seeped in there and worked its way to the interior outside surface (the bedroom wall). I've now got a metal cap bolted to the top of the chimney.
TPBM has got the classical radio station playing.
I do. Specifically With Heart and Voice is on. I'll be going to church in a few minutes.
The person below me does nature on Sundays.
There's not a single cloud in the cornflower blue sky, and neighbors are out in their shirtsleeves raking leaves.
It's very hard to get into a Christmasy mood in Northern California, especially if you grew up in snow country.
TPBM builds a snowman on the front lawn when nature supplies the means.
I did one time when the grandchildren were visiting and were ill so couldn't go outside. I built a small one near the window where they could watch me, and they could spend a long time just looking at it. We watched it slowly melt in the sun.
TPBM builds snowmen more often.
No, it rarely snows down here in Charleston, SC. I'm guessing it has probably snowed three times in the past ten years.
TPBM has the day off tomorrow, lucky dog :)
No, but i've had the last 5 days off cause i've been sick!
TPBM traveled to Norway
To Noroway, to Noroway, to Noroway o'er the foam - not me, it was that Spens chappie, and a right mess he made of it.
TPBM will declaim poetry, given half a chance.
I used to play guitar in coffee houses all over northern New Jersey and in New York State, but no one has ever accused me of actually singing anything. There's this noise that comes out, but it's not at all melodic. I think I may have inspired Tom Waite.
And I have done spontaneous poetry in front of some folks at poetry reading. It's a long story, but I'm pretty sure the other poets were insulted, and everyone else was impressed.
TPBM has done the public spectacle thing, with positive results.
I took drama for a few years through junior high and high school. To be honest I'm a terrible actor for the most part, but if the character is close to my own personality I'm excellent. So basically I can play myself very well.
TPBM has tried to pursue a career in show business
I never did, but I had friends who tried to open a dinner theater. They weren't successful, I'm sorry to say. (I can't act or sing or dance.)
The person below me enjoys going to the theater.
In any way shape or form. Much better than the tellybizion, I think.
TPBM wants to know what SomeGuy is wearing this morning.
I didn't think about it but now that you mention it, I would like to know what SomeGuy is wearing.
TPBM has something interesting on today.
Yes - my new Dutch-clog-style slippers, which my husband picked up in Amsterdam as a pressie for my frozen tootsies! They look a bit silly, but they're very warm and cosy ...
TPBM will tell us who they would invite (living or dead) to their dream dinner party.
My Dad and my son who missed knowing each other by 3 years. And maybe throw in my Dad's father, whom I never met.
TPBM has a less bittersweet idea for the same question.
I would say Neil Gaiman, John and Yoko, and Harlan Ellison. And maybe Bill Clinton.
TPBM wonders what it would be like to be identifiable by first name only.
I have just spent some time thinking about it and can honestly say I could live without it because I enjoy my privacy and I would not be willing to give that up.
I'm also wondering what SomeGuy is wearing today - or should I say Some??
TPBM is SGIV
Can't say. What on earth does "SGIV" stand for?
The person below me is going nuts.
SGIV = *S*ome*G*uy*I*n*V*irginia.
Going? No. Gone? Mayve.
TPBM is wiiiired!
No, I haven't had my second cup of coffee yet and had trouble getting to sleep last night. I have to get going or I will be late for work.
TPBM has a cure for insomnia they will share.
Ambien -- legally prescribed, of course.
The person below me has a cure for the common cold. (If only I'd known it a week ago.)
There is none, the common cold is a marvel of natural selection, but a shot of whiskey won't hurt.
//How did this start? Blue slacks, white shirt, no tie, and penny loafers sans penny. Whatever socks I pulled out of the drawer. Have just returned from Jackson Brown's concert at the Occupy Freedom Plaza camp and if the 60s counter culture drugged people to death the aughts will bore them to death. Jeeze, more cops and press than attendees and nothing but drippy ballads. They need Ozzy out there, with the Stones.//
ETA Carod, try Nyquil or, second best, Benadryl. If insomnia persists, ask doc for Prosom, much more effective than Ambien or Lunesta and none of the 'muddy feet'.
TPBM has removed a tattoo from their person.
Only the temporary kind!
I think it started when you said something about having to do laundry or your choice of clothes for work would be a parka or swimming trunks. But my memory is a bit goldfishy lately.
TPBM has a memory like an elephant's.
Leaped. I used to have such a memory, but old age, hormones, stress, something, made it get swiss cheesy. Sigh. I miss it.
127> I wanted to get a tattoo when I was in my 20's but everyone was horrified (times have changed!). I certainly have a different body now, so perhaps it was for the best.
The person below me has a tattoo and will tell us what and where.
No. I wouldn't mind getting a small one, but I don't have any ideas about just what that I think will still be any good in forty years.
The person below me has no idea about most things.
An OLD elephant's maybe. ~ see I can't even keep track of the conversation.
I was enjoying the vision of parka AND swimtrunks! And flippers, just for the fun of it.
TPBM knows what color/pattern the swimtrunks would be.
Hehe..argyll swim trunks.....that would be funny. I think they are neon lime green speedos.
TPBM has a different kind in mind.
Orange surfer baggies with a flame pattern...
TPBM really knows the answer - to something
In the same sense that a hand grenade need only be approximately near its target to be effective, yes.
TPBM enjoys solitude.
Sometimes when I get a quiet evening off at home with nothing I have to do and the biggest decision I have to make is which book to read I am almost giddy with glee.
TPBM is feeling giddy for an entirely different reason.
Well I am now. Unfortunately I have homework, too.
TPBM is starting to feel the Christmas spirit. (And if you're the girl I was jammed up against in the subway 1) sorry but you could have stepped into the car more and 2) that was my briefcase you were on your butt.)
I am. I've put up lights and sat for a while tonight and enjoyed them. And I made a nice donation today to the domestic violence shelter.
The person below me has a favorite charity.
I give money to the Salvation Army, because they are always right there in a crisis. I give stuff to St. Vincent de Paul because we received a lot from them when I was a child. I give books to the Rotary Club and buy from their booksale, because they give a lot to the community. I give time to my kids' school, because I like to.
TPBM also has a favourite charity.
Most often I contribute to a shelter that serves meals to the homeless. I also give to Meals on Wheels from time to time, and I like to support the local opera company and the art museum to the extent that I can.
TPBM has handed money to a needy stranger in the past week.
I would if I'd seen one, but Dunoon isn't exactly the big city, and although there's one guy who sells the Big Issue, we certainly don't have street beggars - they're all over in Glasgow (and hopefully not freezing their bits off - it's none too warm here at the moment!).
TPBM has "When I'm 64" as a persistent earworm thanks to the title of this thread.
Yes, and I sang it to hubby last week when 'HE' turned 64. He told me not to quit my day job!
TPBM has a beautiful voice and likes to sing in public.
I do not sing in public. The only people who ever hear me sing are my kids, sometimes my sister, but in general, I have horrible stage fright. So, no. No singing in public for me. Well, not often. Today there will be singing, because it's my little boy's 6th birthday! We're celebrating with cupcakes :)
TPBM is also celebrating something.
My Mom's 80 Birthday is coming up in January and I am trying to organize some kind of celebration. It is like herding cats.
TPBM has tried herding cats.
Yes, the two little fosterlings we have currently. They still refuse to be herded though.
The person below me has successfully herded cats, and will share the secret to it.
1. Take can of Friskies cat food from the pantry.
2. Open the can.
3. Call out "kitty kitty kitty" in your most enticing voice.
4. Divide the cat food into the 4 bowls on the floor in the kitchen.
5. Move quickly. A herd of cats is coming your way.
TPBM only feeds their cats dry food.
No, we do some of both. Which reminds me, we're almost out of the dry.
Actually, both foster cats do come down for their breakfast, but they run away like crazy if I try to herd them from there to point B. But I'm not gonna push them to being herded just yet -- they both were on the streets a not too long ago.
The person below me loves cats, but is allergic to them.
I like critters and am not allergic to any. That being said, I'll kill every snake I see and any spider that isn't where it can catch and even more annoying bug (like those uber creepy millipedes), but I hate crows and blue jays. Hate.Them.
TPBM has been on the news.
I might have made the background for a live bit as a passerby, but I've not been interviewed for the news or anything.
The person below me has been interviewed for a newspaper we've all heard of.
The Morrison Cove Herald! Surely all of you have heard of that one. (LOL)
TPBM is still chuckling over the comment made by SomeGuy in #138.
Since I have only just arrived "back in town" as it were, I confess to falling behind on this thread and I have no idea what #138 was. So I'm going to say no in this instance.
The person below me is just coming up for air after a long spell of work and more work.
Welcome back, Jill.
Your prompt doesn't apply to me, in the paid employment sense anyway, and hasn't for a couple of years.
TPBM can browse LT while at work.
I had my viamins, but I took them, so now it's empty. Shhh! I'm at work too.
TPBM will recommend a great book to crack open after all the holiday hoopla on January 2.
Wow. Big responsibility.
Peace Like a River by Leif Unger - luminous story of a boy and his family in the 60s. Murder, running from the law, faith, etc.
11/22/63 by Stephen King - I just read it and loved it.
A book I hope to crack in the new year, if I get it, is a book I heard about on NPR this week called Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome, originally published in 1889.
TPBM hopes to get books for Christmas.
I didn't ask for any because I still have a Barnes & Noble gift card to spend from my birthday. I didn't want to waste it on any old thing so have been holding on to it to get book for relaxing in the new year.
I have had Three Men in a Boat on my list of TBR for awhile now and am surprised it isn't at my local library. I also recently added 11/22/63 to TBR list. Used to be big Stephen King fan, but lost interest in him when he started spewing out so much "stuff", but this one sounded like it was worth a try.
Good job karenmarie. I think 11/22/63 might be the winner.
TPBM is stuffing their face with Christmas cookies.
*blush* You caught me.
I had just asked my co-workers to eat more diligently so I would have less to cover.
TPBM will tell what food they are bringing for the office party.
Homemade bread- We have a pot luck lunch.
TPBM will make something fancier and more seasonal.
The other day I brought a fantastic Greek Dip; 4 people asked for the recipe. High praise for a self-proclaimed non-cook.
TPBM likes eggnog, with or without alcohol.
I love eggnog especially when it's made from scratch. For the made-from-scratch type, it really needs the alcohol to kill any germs that might be hiding in the raw eggs.
TPBM will be theexiledlibrarian who will provide said "fantastic Greek dip" recipe.
I don't use emoticons, but those animated ones drive me batty.
TPBM read the above posts and is now starving.
Well, yeah, but I'm eating dinner in a few minutes so...
TPBM read this
Okay, I read it.
//I loved 11/22/63. It was very good in my opinion.//
TPBM is wondering what to do next.
I did indeed! Read this. I mean, wondered what I should do next, I mean...oh, pass the eggnog, will you?
The person below me slips some sherry into their eggnog.
I donʻt put anything of alcoholic content into anything of any content. (Not implying what anyone else should do.)
TPBM has only once or twice been refused a beverage -- because of the strangeness of the requested concoction, not because of previous state of (non?)-sobriety.
I've never been refused a beverage, but purely because I've never asked for an alcoholic one!
TPBM is a jazz musician.
Not even close. I don't play anything and can't read music.
TPBM still hasn't set up their christmas tree
No, because my mother gave it to my sister - so we don't have a Christmas tree to set up!
TPBM never decorates for holidays.
I don't any more, and I miss it, especially my tree with all red lights. And my little pretties sitting around. And my ceramic tree with Mr. and Mrs. Claus and all the tiny presents and toys around it. Le sigh.
TPBM would come decorate for me if he/she lived close enough.
I would. This is a season where "the more the merrier" is generally spot on.
TPBM has "more."
We have "more", but not "a lot". We are at a nice time right now, because the kids are old enough to put up the tree and decorate it all by themselves, and still young enough to be excited about doing it.
TPBM buys toys for a Christmas charity.
I try to find a charity that allows for one-to-one anonymous giving. Paul or Cindy want (something). They get (something) and some other stuff. I don't do it as much as I did years ago.
TPBM sings Santa Baby at parties.
Er ... no.
TPBM knows not to have all their children at the same time of the year, and most especially not to plan their birthday parties in the mad run up to end of term / Christmas / year end / New Year .....
Alternatively, TPBM is also being driven batty by their to do list.
YES, YES, YES. Can you tell I'm getting a liiiittttttlllle stressed....
TPBM, ___________, oh make up your own thing, I have too much else to think about right now.
Why yes, I am! How did you know that! I thought it was my little secret.
TPBM walked in a cold, cold wind today.
Cold, yes, but it wasn't all that windy when I went out to lunch.
The person below me just came in from the cold weather, and still has the runny nose to prove it.
I do have a runny nose, but it's from a cold, not cold weather.
TPBM can explain why some movies are just better to watch when it's cold out.
Can 't think of any movies that qualify, but I always did have a special enjoyment of a cold glass of beer when it was cold out. (Not that I abstained from it other times).
TPBM has tried "Beer"-Without-Alcohol (which, as I understand it, costs more than regular beer!)
I have, at least once, maybe not more than once. I'll probably try it again some day, but I wasn't very impressed.
The person below me likes the nutrients available in beer.
My midwife told me "a polysaccharide in the barley used to make beer seems to stimulate prolactin, which helps moms make more milk." Good enough.
TPBM drinks homebrew.
No, but my grandfather used to not only drink it but make it.
Since his time there have been many drinkers in the family,
including me, but mostly limiting themselves to legal, commercial brews.
Linguistic Trivia: TPBM knows an expression for "homebrew"
other than "homebrew", "okole hao"*, or "moonshine".
*okole hao: Hawaiian for "homebrew", literally: "Metal-Ass".
TPBM has just finished reading a book & now has nothing else to read!
Ha !. I did just finish one, but the piles of unread books are legion- so it will not b e long before something ielse is underway.
TPBM is awaiting books from SantaThing
Haven't finished anyhing in the past few days, and when I do, I will still have 15 or 20 times that amount as active TBR.
TPBM NEVER has "nothing else to read".
I'm drowning in books! I wish I had 4 sets of eyes, for each cardinal direction.
TPBM is trying to envision the necessary furniture for that.
Actually, I'm trying to envision the placement of four sets of eyes on your head. Some kind of hair cut is going to be necessary.
The person below me is thinking about books with Christmas elements to them.
I am now, and all I can come up with are mysteries and thrillers.
TPBM like to tell ghost stories at Christmas.
Nope, not into ghosts. My two year old seems to have discovered them, though; about 8 months ago, he was scared of white robots which then progressed to crunchy monsters (I haven't worked it out either), and just this week, ghosts (but he won't tell me where he heard about them). So that's my seasonal ghost story.
TPBM prefers dragons.
I like dragons. I wouldn't try to steal their treasure, and I'd give to preservationists who were supporting dragon habitats.
The person below me thinks that dragons are okay but that lions are the best.
I like dragons better.
"Meddle thee not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and tasteth good with ketchup."
TPBM also likes dragons.
I like dragons- I did not discover My Father's Dragon and its sequels until I was reading to my son, but they are great books.
TPBM has learned something important from a child.
Yes, that they know nothing and are clearly insane.
//The DC zoo put a poster up i the subway and the panda looks exactly like the Scream mask slasher. I'll take a picture of it with my smell flone.//
TPBM doesn't have kids, never will have kids, and is OK with that.
Completely and utterly. There are enough people in the world, and my genes aren't so all-out fabulous that I feel the need to pass them on. Plus, how do people with kids ever find time to read?!
TPBM will tell us what the best invention of the 20th century was.
The person below me owns a Ford and so can sympathize with other Ford owners.
I don't own a Ford. If I were going to buy a car I'd buy a Toyota made in Japan.
Leaped!Best invention? Internet. Most important achievement, the shift in cognition brought about by unprecedented scientific achievements. Plus, Russian hookers.
//I was thinking of you, Soph. Did you get those amazing winds?//
TPBM thinks something else was the best invention of the 20th century.
Ah, yes... the refrigerator
TPBM agrees with me that the refrigerator was one of the most important inventions of the 20th century.
I've never thought about it before, but yes, refrigerators are right up there.
TPBM wonders why people, usually male, need to make loud revving noises when playing with vehicles.
sorry I've been away for a couple of days. Here's the Greek dip recipe for those who are interested.
1 8 oz pkg cream cheese, softened
1/2 c chopped fresh spinich
1/2 c cherry or grape tomatoes, quartered
1/2 c purple onion, diced
1 small can sliced black olives, drained*
feta cheese, about 4-6 oz.
2 tablespoon Greek viniagrette, or your favorite viniagrette
Spread cream cheese evenly on a serving plate. Combine the vegetables in a bowl; add viniagrett and mix well. Spread over the cream cheese. Sprinkle with feta cheese. Serve with a variety of crackers.
*The original recipe called for cucumbers, but I don't like cucumbers, but adore black olives.
Because most men have a nearly uncontrollable need for attention, and revving the motor assures that at least some people will know they're there. lol
TPBM knows the truth in the above statement.
/#199 - yes, we got some serious weather here - gusts of Force 10 and 11, according to our rooftop weather station. Very scary - and of course it's caused landslips, blocking the land route off the Cowal peninsula, and the ferries couldn't run, so we felt somewhat trapped .../
Since you put the the qualifier, Boo, I will agree with you. However my son and my grandson both Varoomed at very early ages and my hubby is not one of 'those' men. Son and Grandson are also fond of putting 'on' the brakes with a great screech.
TPBM is wondering whay it took so long to get an answer to Boobalack's question.
Sorry, was out taking the muffler off the Toyota for added 'street cred'. Also, needed milk. As for why it took so long, people are furiously reading to make their book challenge?
//I've been having the weirdest dreams lately. Last night I dreamt I pulled down a reference book to look up the most important invention of the 20th century, and the answer was 'M&Ms'.//
TPBM is in the zone.
Sick zone, I'm afraid. Got antibiotics on Monday, which got rid of the nasty sinus stuff, but it's still a pretty severe cold. This is after a week and a half! Fortunately I don't have to go out today and will probably not even get out of my jammies.
TPBM has found the absolute perfect gift for someone.
Yes, my mother and I found some socks with toes. I said I would buy her some for Christmas and she has worn all three pair so far. I hear she is even showing them off to her cronies. (She's 101 and they are brightly colored!) The perfect gift: inexpensive, practical and loved.
The person below me has never worn socks with little toe thingies.
I think not. I was once interested in split toe socks for wear with flip flops which I wore to cross the reef on the way to SCUBA dive, but I think they didn't make them for six-foot, 180 pound gaijin so I gave up the search.
The person below me uses their Sundays to SCUBA dive.
I just noticed that today is my fifth LT anniversary!
No, I tried SCUBA diving once and it was okay, but that water swallowing was hard to get used to. Perhaps I needed more than a 30 minute lesson.
The person below me snorkels or dives.
I tried once, and I was okay when I could see people with me, but once they were out of my sight I kind of freaked out under water.
TPBM can multitask. . .well
It depends on the tasks. I'm here, listening to music, writing a review for ER and playing on-line solitaire.
TPBM also likes on-line card games.
//PeeEss~I usually devote my full attention to writing a review for ER, but this one is hard to do.//
I sometimes play Solitaire, but I prefer 3D Tetris when having a short break and drinking my tea.
TPBM wants music, and dancing, and ha-cha-cha.
I hung out with all the folk musicians in college, and my instrument was the tape recorder. So, yeah!
TPBM has a favorite rodent.
Fox squirrels are pretty cute. But please don't say "Squirrel!" in front of the Shelties.
TPBM prefers a different wild pest.
No, they're annoying, but at least they don't live in the subway tracks.
The person below me thinks there really are alligators in the New York sewer system.
I'm willing to believe almost anything peculiar about New York City. It is a great urban wilderness to me-- I have no real reason to go there, so haven't made the effort in years.
TPBM thrives on big city life.
I absolutely loved the 2 times I have been to NYC and would go again in a minute, but to live there, or in any big city, no, I need to have a back yard to putter in and neighbors at a distance.
TPBM has had a stalker in the past.
Yes, a girl. I didn't think she was really a stalker, but we had a note board by the front door and a housemate put up a tally of 'Karen Sightings'. I just think she was a little nuts. No, I remember all now. She really was nuts, flipped out in acting class about a year after I knew her. When you weird out the gypsies, you know you crossed a line.
TPBM lives in a big city and loves it.
I used to live in a big city, and the best thing about it was access to libraries and bookstores. Now I live in the country and love it. The only things I miss are the libraries and bookstores.
TPBM can't stop sneezing. (Gesundheit.)
No, but I don't like them when I do.
TPBM has a lot of sinus drainage. Yecch.
Yes & it is not fun!
TPBM is finishing off their Christmas baking this weekend
Yes, just finished making 2 types of cookies (Pecan Puffs and Sugar Cookies), cinnamon sugar pecans, and peppermint bark.
The plan is to fill 7 tins for coworkers and a neighbor, and let husband and daughter eat the rest. I'm hoping to not do any more baking until I make dessert for Christmas Eve at Mother-in-Law's.
TPBM is anxiously waiting for a package to show up.
You have no idea.
TPBM has a relative who really does look like someone famous (my maternal grandmother was the spitting image of QEII. The monarch, not the ship. Although she was known to navigate the sometime rude waters of society with an august decorum, rather like a steamer with a full head on.)
My cousin Don looks like Robert Wagner. His first wife looks like Toni Tennille. His current wife looks like an old Barbie doll. My son is often mistaken for Sam Elliott.
TPBM will tell us about his or her look-alike relative(s).
EDIT: I was jumped, but it still works.
I don't but a friend of mine had a cousin who looked like a guy who was in the movie Young Guns. Not a main character, but a minor one, if you've seen the movie it's the guy towards the end in the bar that Billy kills while their waiting for Charlie.
TPBM has no idea where to start with their Christmas shopping.
Huh? Christmas? Would you mind terribly if we get a truly notable celebration out of the way first? Criminy!
TPBM is going all-out in celebrating Beethoven's birthday in four days (more or less, depending on your particular time zone).
Not this year. But back when I lived in Cambridge, a dear friend of mine hosted a party every year on December 15th in honor of Beethoven's birthday, and I attended faithfully. So I never forget the date, and in my time I have certainly honored the occasion.
TPBM has gone caroling in the snow at least once.
Not in the snow, but that does seem like the right environment.
TPBM is wearing a Santa hat.
No, not yet. I need to wash it. Had it stored with the dog's festive Christmas sweater and hat (which I make her wear at least once on our walks during the season, much to her dismay) and now it has a doggie odor. But, definitely after it is cleansed.
#227 - I think Sam Elliott is soo handsome. Your son must be a good looking guy.
TPBM has a celeb they think is handsome/beautiful.
If Orlando Bloom ever comes my way and decides he doesn't mind an "older lady friend", my husband of 30 years is history. He is aware of this and has agreed that I can trade him in for Orlando, should the opportunity ever arise.
TPBM has a favorite board game.
I love to play Clue but sadly no one in my house enjoys it. We used to frequently play Trivial Pursuit but had to stop once we had a lot of the answers memorized.:)
TPBM loves useless knowledge.
It's so much more interesting that the useful stuff.
TPBM comes from a long line of book-lovers.
Yep, but no heritage libraries.
TPBM has inherited books from previous generations.
No, but I am anticipating with some trepidation having to deal with my father's overwhelmingly large library on his passing. As executrix (a word that makes me think of black leather) of his will it will fall on me to deal with all of his accumulated collections (hoard) which fill a large house on top of a mountain.
TPBM has another family responsibility they are dreading.
Nah, looking forward to seeing my family for the first time in 2 years.
TPBM thinks that this is a brilliant Christmas tree: (not mine, btw. Wish it was, though)
edited to correct typo
Absolutely fantastic, totally brilliant!
TPBM has an unusual kind of Christmas decoration and will tell us what it is.
//238 carod- Good grief, keep the books and the house! A big house on top of a mountain is what I play the lottery for!//
//Beautiful idea for a beautiful tree. I saw it first on Facebook, shared it, and a friend who is a school librarian immediately made one in her school library.
carod, I agree with SomeGuy. Keep books and house.
morningwalker, my son is, indeed, handsome. He looks better than he did for a while, though. He lost so much weight that he looked almost as old as I am, but he got his BS under control and gained weight. He also retired from the fed. prison system, which alleviated a lot of stress. He's now a deputy sheriff, but that's not as stressful, he says. Recently, he was in the grocery store and noticed two old ladies looking at him, so he smiled. One of them came up and asked him if he were Sam Elliott. He winked and put his finger to his mouth and went "Shhhhhh" while glancing around furtively. She went back to her friend, and he heard her say "It IS! I TOLD you." There was also a lot of giggling involved, but they kept his "secret." He even has the same deep voice.//
Ohhhh I love the voice....I love him in the movie Prancer. It must have made those old ladies day when he did that!
TPBM agrees with SomeGuy too. (It's like Let's Make A Deal - I'd keep the books and house too)
#234--I really do. To be fair, we have the same arrangement if either Valerie Bertinelli or Sandra Bullock decide they want him. :)
The problem is, the house (while a beautiful log home) is on the top of a mountain and therefore often inaccessible in the winter and I would have to figure out how to split it with various siblings. And I believe he has left the books to a library somewhere which leaves me having to figure out how to get them all down off the mountain. Assuming the library still wants them (it is a very specialized collection). Then I have to deal with the other collections (china, silver, various objects d'art, rocking chairs...). I really hope he decides to sell it all and move into a comfortable residence somewhere for his twilight years but he swears he will only leave "feet first".
TPBM has a few more idioms for kicking the bucket or shuffling off this mortal coil (why a coil?)
Turned up their toes.
Cashed in their chips.
Went belly up.
TPBM has been known to sneak a quick read of books they have bought as gifts.
No. I avoid that by only giving books I've already read.
TPBM can always give the right book to his/her daughter and vice versa.
I would like to think that I would give my daughter books she would enjoy but since I have only non reading sons I have to be content with the great books that my mom gives me.
TPBM has an annoying cough that will not let them sleep.
>245 //"Coil" is curious - SOED gives a definition as "pother, fuss, row", 16th.C., ?slang. Said, without any evidence, to be Gaelic. Seems Shakespeare is singlehandedly responsible for keeping the word going.//
Fortunately, no, and neither any annoying coughs from the abbess keeping me awake, although (but don't tell her I said so) she does sometimes snore.
TPBM has had real trouble from snoring - their's or other's
Yes, my husband snores terribly if he gets on to his back during sleep. We tried every expensive remedy going, but it turned out in the end that a tennis ball sewn into the back of a pyjama jacket actually works!
TPBM has another good remedy for something.
yes, canker sores!
mix salt and baking soda, add a litttle water and make a paste, then apply to sore for at least 5 minutes, then gargle with salt water. Repeat for 3-4 days and it should be gone.
tpbm has a new favorite.
Make him/her go to a sleep study and get a C-Pap machine. Looks ridiculous, but the snoring ceases, it'll probably save his/her life, and the partner gets to sleep. (My husband had the worst case of sleep apnea the sleep specialists had ever seen. They woke him up to give him oxygen in the middle of the night!)
TPBM likes flannel sheets in the winter.
I do, but husband doesn't. So it's one of the marriage compromises. The flannel sheets I had when we got married 20 years ago are sitting in the shelf in my closet.
TPBM uses an electric blanket.
No, I prefer a slightly cooler room and piles of blankets.
>I used to but I've switched to jersey. But I love a flannel nightgown or pj's in the winter.
TPBM doesn't sleep in pj's but in something more unusual.
Since when was a frilly sundress and a hairnet unusual?
//at- re: coil. Fascinating. I always imaged it to refer to the body, but S's use is exactly right for the speech.//
//carod- if I had a log house on top of a mountain, I'd only leave feet first, too.//
TPBM has an old scar.
Hey, who doesn't? Probably a few emotional ones as well. But they both build character, right?
TPBM has old cars.
No, my husband generally starts looking for the next one when there's still a year and a half left on the contract.
TPBM has old cats.
Yes I do, although I've thought about it and can see why some people would be totally skeeved out by them. Suckers.
TPBM is...lessee...wearing odd socks.
Just finished a Gingerbread latte.
TPBM glories in the odd.
I've yet to come across anything I consider to be odd.
I am usually trusting, if not actually credulous, but here I infer that I should suspend belief.
TPBM can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Don't have to...this town of 2,000 has 3 liquor stores, 4 bars, a bar & grill (emphasis on bar), and a wine bar.
TPBM likes hot buttered rum or Irish coffee.
ACK! That would dilute the coffee!
TPBM has an unusual tree topper. (We've got Yoda!)
<looks around> Uh.... what tree?
The person below me has something clever for a "tree."
Well, I put blue lights on tree branches in flower pots with gravel to hold them in and big red bows on the front if that qualifies, but they are on the front steps not inside. Just a normal everyday artificial tree inside. I'm a little punchy right now, just finished 3 more batches of Christmas cookies and can barely type. Is this $*&(( season over yet???
TPBM would like to just go lie on a white sandy beach for the holiday and forget all the rest.
Naw, not really. Plus I bought chocolate so it's really Christmas time.
TPBM would never.
If I could, I would, but I can't, so I'm retired.
The person below me does and doesn't because they are rich.
Oh, I do, because I'm not rich, except in the things that really matter.
TPBM is rich, so they don't have to do.
Oh, I have. And very nice it was too!
TPBM tenses up when the phone rings.
Not so much anymore, both my parents are gone, I'm the oldest kid and my son now has a wife to take care of emergencies, so the phone usually does not ring for me.
TPBM will tell us of the best gift they ever received.
Well, the best surprise, when my husband broadly hinted at buying me a diamond - which I would have thought perfectly useless in a piece of jewelry - and he had bought a full stereo system with a diamond needled turntable. (This was late 70s.)
TPBM will also.
It’s not so much that I’m not sure, it’s just that I feel kind of iffy about it.
TPBM thinks that some of us are moderately insane.
Don't see anything moderate around .......
TPBM can see beyond that
Sorry, I can't see anything beyond the opaque wall fifteen feet ahead.
The person below me has seen it all.
Well, I had to bend down and get my nose close, but yeah...I have.
The person below has seen even more.
You do know what is beyond the vanishing point, doncha? Well, then, I'm not gonna spoil the surprise.
TPBM is reading this.
Oh now you've caught me. I can never read anything here again! (as if)
TPMB wishes that everyone would
Send you $10? Sorry, but the books and the yarn already eat up most of the discretionary spending, and those foster-cats are threatening to handle the rest for years to come.
The person below me fosters something else.
Ah, but there is knowing and knowing.
TPBM has ben on a psychoanalyst's couch
I dunno who Ben is, but I didn't put him on any psychoanalyst's couch.
TPBM is hungry.
(These open-ended statments are a lot of fun!)
TPBM was once caught doing...
Something you just wouldn't believe if I told you.
TPBM will believe just about anything.
I believe that I will believe just about anything (depending on how it is put and by whom).
The person below will not.
And I've always been sorry that I didn't. My youth wasn't nearly misspent enough.
TPBM ought to.
You forgot Who, When, Where and How.
TPBM know the answer to all questions
Yeah, but I hafta actually get up and DO it.
TPBM is a morning person.
During 35 years of marriage, I have morphed into a morning person. I was a night owl all my life before that. Now I have most of the hard things I have to do out of the way before 9AM.
TPBM shudders at the mere thought.
No, I am up at 5:00 AM everyday. Don't know when this came about because I used to hate getting up in the morning, but it is my internal clock, it just happens. I don't own an alarm clock.
TPBM has an alarming alarm clock.
Not at the moment, but I expect I will be when I behold a school full of children after the effects of a pancake breakfast, candy canes and a visit from Santa.
TPBM is composed.
We three kings of orient are... Sometimes.
The person below me likes Christmas lights.
Some guy on the subway offered me a cough drop and I've been seeing lights all day.
TPBM is in the dark.
Well, of course!!! What did you hear?
The person below me will start a rumor
I heard that his third affair was so awful it caused a paradigm shift and now anybody, anywhere can get laid. Like, it's a law or something.
TPBM heard that.
No, but I saw a photo of his wife and she looks scared. I think it's the wild eyes and the painted-on look of her smile. Maybe she's hoping she doesn't get ill, so he won't leave her. After all, his money spends the same as anyone's.
TPBM is disgusted by the mere thought of Lizard Gingrich.
They all frighten me. This is a big country, can't we come up with someone who doesn't lie, cheat or steal????
I do. Frequently. Sometimes continuously. And rather well, I think, if I may be so immodest.
I wish I was asleep right now, but I work til midnight tomorrow, so I've got to stay up late tonight so I'm not falling asleep at work.
TPBM also thinks that work would be better if not for it taking up all your time.
I often think of all I could do if only I didn't have to get stuff done.
TPBM does stuff.
Yes, every time I eat, which is why I need to lose about 20 pounds.
TPBM is now disillusioned because he/she thought I was perfect.
Aw-w Boo, you are perfect to us, besides who says women need to be skinny? Certainly not anyone who likes women.
TPBM agrees that Boobalack is perfect.
I have always worked on the basis that the best is the enemy of the good. Our imperfections are what make us individual and, at least sometimes, interesting. That is not a straight answer to TPAM: I know nothing to suggest that Boo is anything other than perfect.
TPBM believed in Santa Claus and will tell us how they thought he got down the chimney
I learned early on- you arrange your priorities, you make a list, you don't ask a lot of questions. "Everything I Needed to Know About Life I Learned Waiting for Santa."
TPBM puts a shoe out early for Santa to fill with candy or coal.
Actually, when the boys were little, we started the tradition of putting out chocolate on the night of the 23rd as a signal to our guys that the elves were watching to see if boys were being nice and picking up their toys as a last minute report to Santa. If there were chocolates in a particular dish on the table, then you knew they'd been there and were happy with what they had seen.
The person below me has also made up a children's story at Christmas time in order to preserve the magic.
Several years ago, as well as gifts from each other, we discovered a gift from Santa to the whole family. This tradition (started because my little boy wasn't sure he believed in Santa Claus, and I thought he was too young to start being cynical) is now starting to haunt us, as we have to find something suitable. But it's nice to have an extra gift under the tree :)
TPBM has an unusual Christmas tradition.
I don't know how unusual it it, but we when we open our gifts, we pace ourselves, so it takes all day to open them all. We do this so the kids don't end up with a pile of stuff on the floor at 9:00 AM then spend the rest of the day playing video games. So the rule is unwrap one gift, take it out of the package, play with it for awhile, and appreciate it, before moving on to the next one. And things that are going to to be extremely absorbing, like huge Lego sets or new video game consoles, are left until the very end.
TPBM has another tradition -- for whatever holiday they may celebrate.
// I'm just inaugurating the same kind of thing for birthdays, especially since the kids' all come around this time of year. A friend of mine gave me the idea to space out opening birthday gifts over days (or months), to give each gift a chance to be properly appreciated. //
//Thanks, folks, but I really know I'm not perfect. I'm so close, though, that it's frightening. lol//
We used to have as much family as could make it spend the night on Christmas Eve -- wall to wall people sleeping on every available surface. My older daughter and I would wait until everyone else was asleep and then sit in the den, enjoying the lights, the peace and quiet, and the homemade peanut butter cookies. Those were the days. Le sigh.
TPBM will tell us another holiday tradition.
You mean The Airing of Grievances? Pretty self-explanatory, if you ask me.
TPBM Still has more gift-getting to do for the gift-giving.
I buy presents for one person, my niece. I should have done it already and had them in the mail. My car has been in the shop for two weeks, however, and her gifts may arrive in Massachusetts late.
The person below me gets more presents than they give.
I probably do get more than I give, but there isn't a very big "base", as the statisticians say, to
work from, in either direction. And I don't make any comparison of
"received" versus "Given".
TPBM has only rarely received a book as a present that is one she/he considers really an appropriate choice for him/herself, and not just
one of tghe giver's favorite works.
I've actually only received a book as a present once in my life and that was from my kindergarten teacher. And even though that was in 1989 I still remember it was a Madeline book and the teachers name was Ms. Zwack. I don't remember if I liked it though, it was over 20 years ago.
TPBM can remember the first book they were ever given.
I have been surrounded by books all my life, so I can't remember which came first, but an early favourite was Hurry Up, Slowpoke.
TPBM will tell us the earliest book they can remember.
The Littlest Angel by Charles Tazewell. I still have it on my shelves and adore it.
I like this one.
TPBM will also tell us the earliest book they can remember.
The Story of Little Black Sambo or maybe Bobby Robin and the Worm - the latter still in my library. It was a very long time ago, with the world still at war.
TPBM reads occasional children's literature (to themselves, I mean, not out loud to children)
Edited to get the touchstone for the right version of LBS
I do. And I often enjoy the stories very much.
The person below me can relate.
I can. I'm always interested in what LTers are up to.
TPBM is planning a big Sunday dinner.
Yes; yet another tradition-in-the-making. For the second time (but not in a row), we're inviting a few other families to our place, but we're going to split up the cooking, so the pressure isn't all on one person, and we can all relax.
TPBM is ready for the holidays.
Well, I'm fairly close. Had the tree skirt spread downstairs around the tree this morning by 7am, baked the spice wine cake this am, presents all bought and inventoried, so I can now begin wrapping. But of course, I also have to get my book read for the library discussion group tomorrow night.
The person below me is transporting baked goods this season to somewhere else.
I usually take shortbread cookies to my sister-in-law's Christmas dinner, but I would like to try something different this year.
TPBM can suggest a recipe for a dessert or appetizer.
I got nuthin'. I did just get back from the grocery store and I can report that peanut butter has more than doubled in price since early this fall. I've got enough for a couple of lunches, but sheesh. May as well buy deli meat now.
TPBM has a secret recipe.
Nope. I just can't get to it because my car is in the body shop.
The person below me has adequate public transportation.
Can't complain. A bus - 3-4 times an hour - 100 m. down the road and a twice-hourly train service to London about three-quarters of a mile away. Being old, buses are free and there is a good discount on the train fare.
TPBM wouldn't rde on bus if they were paid to.
Oh, but I would. I used to ride to work and back on a city bus, and I've made numerous long trips by Greyhound. After Trailways went out of business, and there was no longer any competition, the service got worse. I used to enjoy those trips.
TPBM also travels by bus or has in the past.
Indeed I have. I spent the first half of my life in the Boston-Cambridge area and rode the MBTA all the time. That was more than thirty years ago, and I still know the stops on the Red Line by heart and much of the Green Line too.
I never bothered to learn to drive until after I moved to Northern California and had spent several years in uneasy reliance on Valley Transit, which is not in the same league at all.
TPBM has played an instrument in a musical ensemble.
Not since high school. I played violin mostly. I dabbled in drums for a bit. We had a dance band, but since we rarely played any songs requiring the violin, we violinists had to sing and/or play the noise instruments. Sometimes I shook the maracas and sometimes I beat on the jawbone (cow/steer?).
The person below me didn't know that the jawbone is a musical - ah - thing?
Yeah, I thought it was a weapon of sorts.
TPBM brought their lunch today.
I almost always bring lunch; buying is a sucker's bet.
TPBM buys lunch anyway.
Rarely (only if the boss buys) , usually have leftovers, or a piece of fruit, or club crackers and V-8.
TPBM will give SylviaC a good recipe (359).
I think we're all stunned that the boss buys lunch for you, even if rarely.
Sorry, I googled my standby dessert, and it doesn't exist online by the name we call it - "dessert crap" and I never remember it precisely without the directions.
TPBM will supply said recipe.
Hmm; mince (as in fruit - raisins etc) pies? I'm afraid you'll have to Google for a recipe :)
TPBM can clear my confusion as to why something that seems to have nothing to do with meat should be called mincemeat.
//When I was in Portugal, I loved these sweet treats almost as much as cigarettes (Runny eggs.) As Jobs would have said, they are insanely good. Translate at Google translator, the English trans are crap. They should be served in small crusts like teeny pies. And that is the only recipe I have or will ever give.//
ETA Link- http://www.gastronomias.com/lusofonia/pt.beira_litoral012.html
TPBM has dry skin.
Only on my left elbow......oddly
TPBM loves brussel sprouts with their Christmas dinner
I like brussels sprouts with many dinners, but they are not special to Christmas nor do I love them.
The person below does, in fact, love brussels sprouts.
I like them, but so few other people do, I seldom prepare them.
TPBM is passionate about an unusual food.
Um...yeah. It's called dulse, and it's a kind of dried seaweed (rhodophyta) that grows in certain areas of the Atlantic coast. As a boy living on the island of Grand Manan, New Brunswick, my father used to harvest it and sell it for 25 cents a bushel. I acquired the taste as a child, coached by my Maritime Canadian uncles. To me it's a cheap snack food, but it's been seen at fancy prices in health food aisles. The stuff you can order online is mostly soggy, stale, and tasteless, but a fresh bag of dulse right from the stall in the market...yum!
TPBM is singing in a choir this season.
No, it's best that I don't.
(I think I'll go with meringues. I have a trial batch in the oven right now, so I'll see how they turn out. They looked right going in, anyway.)
TPBM has performed in a pantomime.
I raised a boy and we took him to church every Sunday, of course I performed pantomime along with American Sign. Usually it was "If you don't sit down and be quiet, we're going out to the car and only one of us is coming back." Frequently I would see him doing something at my in-laws house and would sign"don't!!!" to him.
TPBM has similar stories about recalcitrant children.
I was an altar boy at an Episcopalian church and the local radio station used to occassionally broadcast the services. We used to cough when we were on air so we could say we had been on the radio.
TPBM was the portrait of the ideal child.
Yes, of course.....well, most of the time....I think I was....probably depends on who you would ask. We all have different faces we present to different people, even in childhood.
TPBM makes New Year resolutions.
//ETC--Sorry, I'm coming down with the office crud and sometimes get punch drunk right before a bug hits.//
I decided a few years back that I should only make one resolution since I didn't keep any of them. I am on the same resolution for three years now. Maybe next year I'll succeed?
The person below me has much more success with resolutions.
(SGiV - What a day you're having. And I like bellbottoms, well more boot cut, slight flare.)
I had great success with the last resolution I made. It was to not make any more resolutions. No joke.
TPBM doesn't make New Year's resolutions, either.
//SomeGuy, I agree, for the most part. Hugs and Merry Christmas.//
Usually, but usually I don't keep them. I find that tracking stuff helps, keeping records or even journals.
TPBM found the perfect gift.
If someone gave me a billion dollars I certainly wouldn't find fault with it.
The person below me has opened some of their Christmas presents already.
I have, my parents got me some and I opened them while I was at their house.
I got gun cleaner (because they know I love the smell) and Medieval Sims (because it's just cool)
TPBM knows what they're getting already.
I'm sure of one thing, I inadvertently tossed one of my favorite cookbooks, it's a paperback. Hubby loves that one also, so I think I'll be getting a new copy.
TPBM is frantically trying to finish their shopping
// I make the same resolution every year, to live to next New Year. So far I'm batting a hundred.
No, I don't have to work for the next two days, so I have a little time to get things done. Besides, cut way back on shopping this year.
TPBM will tell us about the worst, ugliest, stupidest, etc. gift they ever received for Christmas.
My husband's family has Dirty Santa every year so it's not strange to get some odd presents- a still warm box of pizza with one piece missing, a sombraro, etc. The strangest gift has to be a table that was a panda bear holding bamboo with a glass shelf balanced on his little head.
TPBM wouldn't find it funny to get gag gifts at Christmas.
I think it would be funny as long as there was some real swag in the mix.
//OK, another rant. I feel like hammered caca. I found out last night that bro's girlfriend is coming to Christmas dinner, not Christmas eve dinner. I don't know why; Christmas eve dinner is going to be a hoot. Christmas dinner is going to proceed with the muted good humor you'd usually find at the funeral of a hated and rich relative. To boot, dad insists on eating at 11:30. In the morning. A.M. Business formal. I have to get up at 6 am to make some lasting gawddamn memories with the ones that I love so everybody can be at the table at 11:30 on.the.dot. We can't cancel because bro's gf already thinks mom doesn't like her (she's right). We can't wait to open presents because mom doesn't want the gf to feel uncomfortable under her roof by scooting her out of the house. We also can't buy the gf a couple of scarves and put them under the tree because she's Jewish and mom doesn't think a Jew would feel comfortable opening Christmas presents but I've met Beth and if she had any objections she'd have to spit the shrimp salad out to voice them. I say you give her a box of chocolates, peck her on the cheek and tell her to call as soon as she gets home so we know she's safe, and then open presents in a sherry and trytophan induced haze. Like god intended. Thank you, that is all.//
TPBM believes in taking it easy on Thanksgiving and Christmas day.
Yes, it would have been nice, but being the mother, grandmother made it impossible. All the guys, however, did take it easy on those days. Now I take it easy, but it isn't by choice. I miss all the chaos and even miss the resulting migraine.
TPBM feels sorry for SomeGuy's family's problem with the gf. Le sigh.//
Well, I do, but then everyone still expects to be fed hot meals all day long. So I cook (just because I'm so happy to have my boys home.)
The person below me is still baking Christmas goodies.
NO, I delivered my last box of Christmas cookies today and all that's left are the ones in the freezer destined for Christmas day. Just wrapped last gift and only need to clean and figure meals for the next few days when family arrives. Whew....ready to sit back with a well deserved glass of merlot and maybe crack open a book (if I can stay awake after the merlot).
TPBM will share a strange Christmas custom in their family.
Strange? What's strange? A little unusual, maybe: we have the custom of writing little messages on the gift tags and not just "to" and "from." The messages are usually some kind of pun that's an obscure hint at what's inside. Coming up with clever and not-too-revealing puns for every package (we give lots of them to each other, not just one) can be a real challenge, especially during a moderately well lubricated bleary-eyed late-night wrapping session, but it's worth it for all the abject admiration, cheers, and groans they elicit on Christmas Day.
My mother started this custom when I was a child, and my family enthusiastically carries it on.
TPBM has at least once bought himself or herself the perfect present, handed it to the clueless SO, and said "Here, wrap this."
No, I actually just said, "Thank you so much for the lovely(whatever)" and gave him a big kiss. He comes from a family that buys 'useful' gifts. It only took me a few holidays to let him know that if he bought me a vacuum cleaner for Christmas, it was a gift to himself.
TPBM would love to get practical gifts.
Oh, yes ... and I've hinted broadly ... visions of power tools...
TPBM is going to win the 'Most Tools' challenge. As in: S/He who dies with the most tools, wins.
I don't think we could win that contest. My spouse only wants tools that will allow him to help construct stage sets for local community theater. The fact that you can also use such tools to improve the home is not (in his eyes) a particularly important value-add.
The person below me has a *brand-new* book to read during the holidays. (3+ points if it's a particularly good book)
Yes, I'm finally reading Bleak House. Don't know why I missed it, but there it is.
TPBM is also reading some book that most people read in high school or college
I just started reading A Christmas Carol. I am embarrassed to confess that though I've seen pretty much every screen version, I've never read the book. So I downloaded a free (!) version on my Kindle and started reading it this morning.
TPBM will tell their favorite screen version of the above.
Can't say I've seen many. The Muppets version was cute, if memory serves.
The person below me can confirm/deny the cuteness of said version.
It's one of my all-time favorites. 'Can't you just staple the antlers to it's head?'
TPBM has seen Bob Clark's 'A Christmas Story' and his spookier 'Black Christmas.'
I'm watching A Christmas Story RIGHT now as a matter of fact, but I've only seen parts of Black Christmas. I'm not much of a scary movie person.
TPBM owns all of the classic Christmas movies so they don't have to wait until they air to watch them.
Just my favorites - oh, and because you reminded me, I just ordered one I remembered from childhood and found again through the blest Name That Book group here.
"It Happened on Fifth Avenue"
TPBM got enough sleep last night.
Not even close. Husband is a loud sleeper, two neighbors' lawn guys came early, and I have a lot of pain in my shoulder. I slept in approximately 8 little segments, with the 3-hour gap in the middle being the longest. Fie. Gonky today.
But tomorrow will surely be better.
TPBM adores jigsaw puzzles.
I love them! When I was young my dad and I would sit for hours and work on them. I haven't done one in years, my cat is also fond of jigsaw puzzles just not in the good way.
TPBM has a kleptomaniac feline.
No, but the late Snowflake seemed to be one for a while. Later I realized that she might have been looking for entertainment or affection that for a variety of reasons she wasn't getting. Later on a miracle happened.
The person below me has a classically educated cat.
Don't know. Both my current felines are fosterlings, so I have no idea how much education they've had -- much less the nature of that education. I'm content that they know how to use a litterbox and don't usually scratch the furniture. (If they actually got along, I'd be a very happy camper!)
The person below me will share the secret to getting cats play nice together.
I wish I knew. I rescued a feral cat 2 years ago and I'm just now to the point where she lets me scratch her and comb her because my other two cats like to terrorize her, when they aren't ambushing each other. They seem to not care that they were also strays and could wind up back on the street if they don't behave (not really, but I do threaten them once in awhile).
TPBM had a very productive day.
Yes, I did, back in 1984, I think it was.
TPBM has a stopped up nose and is not liking it.
Some kind of crud that's tough to shake, not stopped up. Dipped into old antibiotics to try and fight it off before Christmas.
Merry Christmas everybody, and Happy Holidays.
TPBM looks good in purple.
Why, yes, thank you for noticing. I do.
The person below me is wearing a Christmas sweater and wishes us all happy holidays in the best spirit of the season.
Not wearing a Christmas sweater but is in the holiday spirit and wishes everyone happy holidays : )
TPBM has a favorite board game other than scrabble.
It is go, but I haven't played since the early 70's.
The person below me knows the meaning of Atari.
Yup - I'm pretty sure that there is one in my attic along with the Sinclair Spectrum. Those were the days - squeaky downloads fron a tape cassette deck, proud of 10K RAM or whatever it was, writing programs in Basic. Manic Miner on the Atari was hot stuff!
TPBM clings to other old technology
and Happy Christmas to all - I'd give Christmas blessings but I was defrocked long ago ;-)
You bet. I'm as retro as I can be without inconveniencing myself too much. No need for electrical devices where a hand will do: pencil sharpener, toothbrush, shaver, broom. As for the devices, I prefer things that have two knobs, one for channel and the other for on-off/volume. That's it. No airplane cockpits for me. TV, radio, car, electric mixer, washing machine, stove, you name it: two knobs. No LED display, no beeps, no optional settings. Simple.
TPBM still has a land line. (As have I.)
Only because the house alarm company said we had to keep it. We never use it anymore.
TPBM still uses a desktop computer.
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