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Do you have a supply of unhappy, separated socks in your house? If not, why not? If so, how long do you wait for them to reconcile before issuing a decree of divorce and throwing them out? Any ideas for using odd socks that don’t involve wiggly eyes, felt tongues and woolly hair? Finally, do you have a theory as to where all the odd socks go?
I don’t actually have a supply of separated socks – I tend not to find lonely onlys very often when I’m doing the laundry. When I do end up with a single, I leave it on top of my dresser until I’ve done the laundry again, whereupon I declare the matching sock gone forever. For a while, I’d use old socks to dust the furniture, but that didn’t last long. Now when I have an odd sock, I fill it with catnip and toss it to the cats who drag it all over the house before abandoning it under my bed.
As for where the odd socks go – the bad ones go to hell, don’t they?
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So, we were watching
Trading Spouses last night (yeah, I still haven’t taken any steps toward getting a new Tater blog up and running yet. It’s on the list. I’ll get to it one day.) and one of the moms – Lisa, the middle-class mom from Massachusetts – said “I don’t cook.”
Whuh? I don’t get that. Who are these women who don’t cook? I mean, I really have no mad cooking skillz, but even I can take a chicken breast and cook it in a way that’s edible. How do people get along in life without being able to cook? Do they seriously order out all the time, or what?
Inquiring minds want to know these things, people.
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Fred read
Uncle Bob this morning and followed the link to
Find Your Spot. He took the quiz, and the #1 result was
Ocala, Florida. Which is funny, because we’ve actually lately been talking about moving to Florida in a few years. Florida because of the ocean, and because it’s warmer down there. I’d be happy with living on the coast anywhere, but Fred can’t abide by even the idea of cold weather, so it’s Florida we’ve been talking about.
The #2 result was Brownsville, Texas, which looks more attractive to me because it’s on the water.
I’m trying not to get too excited, because if we do move, it’ll be years from now and who know what’ll happen between now and then? But the idea of living close to the ocean ROCKS.
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From my comments:
A thought…just HOW do you know what a “uriney aftertaste” tastes like, anyway?
The same way you know that salt and vinegar chips taste like dirty (yet somehow yummy) gym socks. You just KNOW.
Hey! I made the cutest little pic of myself from the link you mentioned…but how in the world did you copy it? Now that I made it I can’t figure out how to do anything with it! It was fun, though.
(That’s the link to
making your own avatar she’s talking about) I think I did the right-click and save-as thing. On second thought, I just went and made another avatar, and didn’t have any luck with right-clicking and saving-as, so I hit the “prt scr” button on the upper right-hand corner of my keyboard, opened Paint Shop Pro, clicked on edit, chose “paste as new image”, cropped the picture down, and saved it. Voila!
This is my “Badass” avatar!
Robyn, how old is that Bean photo because there is a piece of road working equipment in the background!
She’s referring to this picture:
The picture was only a few weeks old when I put it up – they were (and still are) working on putting culverts on the other side of our back fence. I should probably point out that I took that picture upstairs, so you can’t actually see the fence, but it’s there!
I have cable service and mine slowed to a crawl too. I ran Spybot S&D and when I removed the spyware it found it threw up a message saying it was also “optimizing network connections” and after that things started to fly again 🙂 You might give it a try. The cable company kept telling me there were not any problems. I thought they were liars.
(This is regarding me bitching and whining about how slow everything had gotten, internet-wise.) Fred, after spending quite some time on the phone with our cable internet provider, went out and bought a new cable modem (we’d been renting one from Knol0gy), and all our problems were solved. Yay!
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“How come *I* don’t get bottled water??”
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Just out of the kindness of my sweet lil heart, I wanted to let you know I linked to you in my journal today. (Yeah, I’m still journaling after all these years. You asked me once to send you my new URL and I never did… so now you have it.)
Have a super day!
i’m not liking the quiz too much. I put that i hate humidity, and among my top 5 choices were miami, houston, and charleston. ughhh
I did the top spot quiz and my hometown (where I currently live) came up as result number one! I guess I’m living in the right place then. 🙂 It was a fun link..thanks for sharing and I hope you and Fred get that lovely house at the beach one day!
Miz Poo looks like she wants a tummy-rub!
“How do people get along in life without being able to cook? Do they seriously order out all the time, or what?”
I think they have maids…who cook/clean, etc. (possibly even live-in help). Ah, how nice that would be for me. I can cook, but I HATE it!
Miz Poo is so cute. I even thought for a second about putting up with the bitchiness of a female cat to get a pretty calico. Then, I remember I have 4 males. One of which turns into TAZman when he’s hungry. Gawd, I let the food dish go empty on Sunday and the creep ate raw potatoes from a bag on the kitchen floor. What a freak!
Brownsville TX- been there. Don’t go there it’s not nice.
Hey Robyn- I *can* cook, but I don’t very often because Jeff cooks so much better than I do and he enjoys it. 🙂
I don’t like to cook. Everything I cook tastes the same. We order out once a week and I cook a “good” meal once a week. The rest of the time we either eat at my in-laws or I make something out of a box. It seems to be working for us so far and my picky 3YO daughter only eats peanut butter and jelly anyway.
Um, Robyn, yes Brownsville is on the water. But living here I can tell you that it is HOT and that water doesn’t help not one bit. BUT if Fred is looking for warmth, we got ya. We hang out in the 70’s in December. My boys actually swam in the ocean last year in December. But, uh it’s 103 today with a heat index of 116. Not so nice. 🙂
Kath – yay! Thanks! 🙂
Margaret – Miz Poo ALWAYS wants a belly rub! 🙂
Cara – Yeah, I hate cooking, too!
Val – Did he then turn around and barf it up on the floor?
Joni – That’s what I’m starting to hear!
Janet – Yeah, Fred’s a better cook than I am and I make him cook on the weekend, but I cook during the week.
Kerry Anne – Ah, sandwiches! You know, it never occurred to me that people just ate sandwiches instead of cooking. Makes sense – when the spud was in California, we had sandwiches 4 nights a week! 🙂
Don’t make a decision about Florida until you check out Ponte Vedra Beach, on the Atlantic Coast, near Jacksonville. It’s a little piece o’paradise: far enough north to have four seasons, yet far enough south to get in plenty of beach time. Come here for a vacation and you will want to move, like I did 12 years ago. Just trying to help a sister out. –Donna
Johnsonville, VT is my #1. I know I couldn’t be happy in a place that has neither colorful falls nor snowy winters. (You can take the girl out of Maine, blah blah blah.)
Thanks for the link to Find Your Spot. My top three were:
1. Portland, Oregon
2. Seattle, Washington
3. Eugene, Oregon
I live in Portland, and have never wanted to move anywhere else (well, except for London or Amsterdam) so this comes as no surprise. However, my true #2 would not be Seattle, but San Francisco. I guess it was the home price question that killed that, as I’m a cheapskate and don’t want to pay over $200K for a home.
Anyway, lots of fun. 🙂
not much to say today from me… hiya. 😉
I did the Find Your Spot yesterday and discovered to my chagrin that Little Rock was supposed to be my slice of heaven… yeah – try little slice of hell…
Brownsville is a little spot of hell on earth. As a Texan it is my sole duty to divert you from the evil that is the Rio Grande Valley. =P