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Just for fun: the random, useless announcements thread!
Small world, innit....?
Bad News: After having reached (and even at times) gone under my target weight, I actually put on about 6 lbs over the Festive period.
It's all off again!
And then I suddenly remembered Kaspar the great white cat's penchant for erm, ''gifts". Which he puts in my shoes.
I shook the shoe and out fell a rather flattened, tiny shrew.
NORMALLY, he gives me mice, which are a lot more obvious, and they go in my house slippers so I can feel their clammy dead little corpses with my bare toes.
I could think of no one at work who would find this as funny as I did. I'm a nurse and worked in a hospital with a dead shrew in my shoe for 7 hours. It's just not seemly . . .
When I think of all the possible transports a shrew might have to the other shore, the toe compress is down at the bottom of the list. Gives "toe jam" a hold new meaning.
My best to Kaspar
Since NewBuddhist has become mostly an outlet for just a few dominant "personalities" to Troll for sensitivities, or Bait people into arguments, and lure others into controversy, while projecting a superior Better-Buddhist-Than-You ego onto us all -- Well, it's put me in the mood to "go Fishing".
I might come back at another time, I might not. No matter-
Have fun boys.
Moderators, is there a standard internet forum method to have a "mature audiences" section? Something along the lines of "You must be over 18 to use the hot tub?" Not that I dislike kids, but sometimes it's good to have a break.
Lurchers are good, a friend used to have them in Yorkshire. The last time we went for a walk, the Lurcher was told to keep his eyes off the sheep on the moors. So the semi obedient dog turned his head away as if not watching but his eyes were directed sheep-ward . . .
Is there other family income? Able to buy food? Unemployment benefits?
I'm also 57 and have been preparing to transition to a race with a different breed of rats, but the one-way exit looms large.
Hope you're OK.
pardon me if I don't enter into great personal detail here.
But every day is a new day.
This too shall pass, and i take comfort from both the tale of the horse-farmer, and the lighthouse analogy.
Being the only fisherman here and all.
broke his nose... :zombie: ...... black eyes after and everything....
anyway, he's getting the full mommy treatment...I'll be busy....not on
retreat...but cooking for him and trips to the book store for comics! .....
May his face return to something I recognize sooner rather
BTW: good news...no signs of concussion.... :zombie:
This July he is not allowed anywhere near a skateboard!
I sat on the couch and flipped open the laptop, and felt this itching all over my face. I have very long wild hair and this is common, so I brushed my face with my hands over and over again, and the itching got worse, and worse and worse. It felt a lot like taking a giant dose of Niacin only worse, and somehow . . . crawly.
I looked down at my hands . . . and my chest where Howard had rested . . . and I was covered with tiny black mites who were indeed BITING me.
If I'd had a gallon of gasoline, I would have bathed with that instead of throwing all clothing off out the front door (sorry neighbors) where it still lies and emptying the hot water tank in the shower. If I'd had sandpaper and steel wool in the shower, I would have used that too.
I then sprayed flea tick and mite homicide spray all over the couch, wall and floor where I'd sat.
While I meditated that night, five or six mites, hidden deep in my ears or something, crawled out and bit and itched and DURING meditation I did murder them. After that, I've just 'itched' but it's that psychological itching sensation, you know?
Chicken mites probably killed Howard . Tomorrow I'll have further homicide powder and spray come in the mail. Today I go to the feed store and get diatomaceous earth and will use this from now on as a preventative (it will kill the mites but not in holocaust proportions, just keep the population from exploding and hurting the chickens).
This winter (in western WA state) hasn't gotten cold enough to freeze the little buggers to death, like usual. But it's been plenty wet and soggy, which prevents the chickens from finding soft, dry dirt to bathe in. They do this to keep their mite and pest population down naturally, so along with the DE, I'm going to make a dry dirt bath for them that is protected (somehow, the humidity is 90%).
When I was having hallucinations sorta one time I decided that going in the retention pond outside of my apartment would baptize me. On the way I stepped on a fire ant hole. Lucky running back to my apt was short and I took a shower.
NEVER EVER use double sided sticky tape on a laminate floor to keep your rug in place, this product should come with a government health warning.
I spent over three hours using various products from WD40- nail varnish remover- cif- baby oil- bleach- vinegar- salt- sugar soap to help remove this shit.
On the upside it was probably beneficial to toning my 'bingo wings'.
Tomorrow I plan to go to B&Q to put a 'post it' warning on this evil product.
In Barbara Kingsolver's book "The Poisonwood Bible", the missionary family living in the Congo (early 1960's) had their village wiped clean by hordes of some kind of ant that moves across the land like a marauding army, eating every plant and fleshly thing down to inedible elements (bone, calcium, stone). When the ants were gone, they found their nesting mother chickens just piles of clean white bones and a few feathers lying atop their completely intact eggs. What a visual.
Driving license will do but skiing in France 8th Feb.... things happen for a reason eh?
The UK trip was only planned last week, just as well, as I'm not one of these 'early packers' (panic would be an understatement in that situation) and lucky my Brother in law works at immigration, fast track passport here I come!!!
See you all later.
I didn't realise he was WITH someone... and this someone gave him such a thwack on the head...!
"Pick it up!" she instructed him, sharply.
I wish I could have that success rate with adults too....!