Show us what autumn looks like where you live.
Submitted by Miss Parker.
Trees in my yard. Ms. L. playing in Grandma and Grandpa's front yard.
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Show us what autumn looks like where you live.
Submitted by Miss Parker.
Trees in my yard. Ms. L. playing in Grandma and Grandpa's front yard.
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What's your favorite Thanksgiving dish?
Submitted by Brennan.
Pumpkin pie!!
When I was pregnant with Tigger he was due on Thanksgiving Day. Everytime I saw the doctor I made a joke about how I didn't care when I went into labor; I was having pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving. Tigger was born early and I got my pie on Thanksgiving day. Now, Tigger would just as soon have Pumpkin pie for his birthday as a cake.
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Show us what a bad hair day looks like.
Submitted by Cindercone.
Tigger has a bad hair day....
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and it was negative.
I hate that peeing on a stick involves so much emotion.
Since I've quit the birth control pills and quit the Chlomid my periods have finally reached a semblance of normalty until this month. I was starting anywhere from day 26 to day 29. Today is day 31. I hate my body.
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What's the most drastic change you've ever made to your appearance?
Submitted by Laurie.
Back when I was 17 my Dad insisted that I get braces. I was so mad at him, because I told him when I was 13 or 14 that I needed them and he said I didn't need them. I wanted them at a time when most of the kids that needed braces were getting braces. Here I was 17 and about to enter my Senior year of high school and Dad wanted me to put braces on my teeth. He was also of the mind that girls had long hair and boys had short hair. So, my hair was long (hung down to my butt) and as straight as a board. I also wore glasses. I was an ugly duckling.
I convinced Dad that if I had to suffer the indignity of braces my Senior year then he had to compromise, too. So, in the span of three days I got braces, got contacts, and cut my hair/got a perm...my hair was now shoulder-ish length and had body/curls. I walked into work and wasn't recognized. I walked into school and wasn't recognized; I over heard guys asking each other "who is the new girl, she's hot!" Unfortunately as soon as they knew it was me, they weren't interested anymore.
I wish I had before and after shots on the computer to share....oh well.
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What's your dream career?
Submitted by Something.
My dream career is for my husband to make enough money for me to be a stay at home mom to many children.
If I must work then I'd like it to be working with infants/toddlers. They are so much fun! A challenge to be sure, but they are tons of fun.
Too bad there isn't money in the day care business.
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I hate it when Christopher Robin and I fight. Hate it. This time he told me "If you don't like it, pack a bag and get out." Right...like I could do that. I'm going to just march into the bedroom, pack a bag, and leave. Go where? Leave Tigger behind? I don't think so. Neither one of us can afford for the other one to leave. We are too dependent on each other's paycheck. And, yes, that is what it all seems to come down to. Money and material objects.
This time the dog broke his collar and got loose. Last time he got loose he attacked the neighbor's dog. We had to pay $100 in vet bills. Christopher Robin refuses to let me pay the whole bill. I think we are responsible for the other $86, too. But, Christopher Robin is adamant that we don't pay it. A bone of contention. So, this evening the dog is running loose and I manage to get him to come into the house. Christopher Robin grabs him by the scruff of the neck and drags him into his crate. Where he proceeds to bully the poor caged dog. He kept yelling at him, the poor dog is cowering in the corner feeling threatened and he just keeps yelling. The dog does what comes natural and bares his teeth....Christopher Robin flies even deeper into his rage. I try to calm him down just by calmly saying his name. Hoping that the break in his attention will help him to realize he's gone to far. Nope, he just turned on me. I end up calling him a bully, which is when he told me to pack my bag.
I went to Wal~Mart and bought a choke chain.
Now I'm home and don't know what to do....but right now I'm going to go watch _Desperate Housewives_.
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What would the title of your autobiography be?
Submitted by princesskasren.
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What's your favorite radio station, past or present?
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I ran across this quiz while doing some surfing. I should have been working, but I was surfing.
I scored a 47 which says this: You are an average on-line user. You may surf the Web a bit too long at times, but you have control over your usage.
I have control over my usage? This test is not designed to be taken by people that do the majority of their work on-line. I don't have much control over my usage....I'm on-line at least 10 hours a day and four to five hours a day on the weekends.
Not addicted. ~snort!~
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