Happily Ever After...

My mum used to make grrreat cabbage rolls. Only way I like cooked cabbage. I'm a raw cabbage person. The smell of it cooking usually makes me throw up in my mouth.

Thanks. I may have to give it a shot.

Funny how they forget about their own skeletons. Pretty stupid that they think everyone else has too.

Trailer Park Boys…we have only just started watching, we like it, especially the guy with the coke-bottle glasses, right down to the bottom lip jutting out. He reminds us of a fella around here, only the TPBoy has more common sense.

Hmm. Or perhaps you “hit him” with some truth?

Scored BIGtime...

Nice to have options...

Some the anklebiters costumes are just too bloody cute.

I’m in agreement with others…Stop stressing Lady!!

You have prepared well for battle. As John said you have the paint. You know what colour décor you are going with. BTW I like the idea of red on the fireplace wall. I feature walls.

So here’s my thought…What’s the chance of you putting on some good music, become one with your weapon, be it a brush or roller and just go with the flow?

Breathe in, Breath out...

Oh my goodness. You were long-winded ay. But it was a nicely scented wind!!

I have a girlfriend who also hates mice. Which I can understand, as Australian mice are ugly little creatures. We have field mice here. Much prettier. But still they get the D-Con treatment…yes it is a last resort. Ours kept stealing the tempting morsel without getting caught in the trap.

What fantastic news on the money front!! And all that it entails.

As a lover of books…I’m a on the library volunteer gig. I remember how I felt when my Mum would do volunteer work at my primary school. Plus[ pardon my forwardness] it will be something that involves only your daughters and you.

I can almost hear you breathing happily from here…

I had almost three years living by myself while we waited for my immigration process to go through. It was some of THE best times of my life. I know I could and would happily survive doing so again. I just have to remember not to blurt that out when my husband is about. It hurts his feelings.

Working with children sounds like your cup of tea…

It seems your grandmothers “power” had no bounds. Exceptional people, when you come across one of them…

I believe Happiness can be a lifestyle choice AND is something one is born with…the HappyGene.

Then some days you just have to be geared for happiness.

On the most part I AM a happy person. Not THAT happy where butterflies and rainbows shoot from me. Just in case you thought that I was. Hee…

...makes me wonder what chili peppers could do for sore backs?

My husband and I adore spices. We add our regulars to most of our dishes. I would put them here but most might be considered philistine…Helloooh Season-all…

The husband likes trying out different ways to season food. Which are not always successful. Like the time he slow baked some steak with slices of orange on top of them. It was the most HORRID tasting thing I have ever put in my mouth…he agreed.

Has Troy read your bible? Perhaps it would help him also.
I am wondering what sort of holiday dinner warrants a 3 piece suit?

Oh I barked out a laugh at “where did the dead thing go” with the shop lady. Imagine her, if you had said “well, she’s right in front of you honey”…

Imagine all the cat-yarn you could get from Stewie.

Who funnily enough I just saw on a newsie program this morning.

Eek. I could see your ID change to the CrazyCatMan when I first read this.

Your dedication to your mother is admired. I work in a nursing home, sadly some of our residents get no visitors [besides the churchie folk] in months. Some years. Just as sad, I also get to witness some family members dealing with their parents aging process. Mentally and physically.

Cheers to finding your future happiness.

And the Queen Mum never forgave her. For the Kings abdication placed her husband on the throne.

I guess you could use a more vulgar term from today...he was p*ssy whipped. A boiled egg. One. Urk. I'd rather eat my potatoes and remain pleasurably plump.

A more serene party than what we no doubt are all used to.

Nice happening, my most latest happening down my street [well road really] was the woman blowing up herself and her trailer making meth. She lived.