MATILDA

The Bells of Dublin by The Chieftains Celtic arrangements play here always, all year round...even the Christmas ones...lol. ...and hearsone for fun: the Christmas LP (released on tape and CD now) by Fred Waring and the Pennsylvanians...it's theone with the Norman Rockwell picture of two kids asleep in a wingback chair with Santa peering out from behind.......a fun, festive, from the fifties rendition of Christmas favorites.

Cranial Gillettus...a nasty kind of cutting edge. Owie ow ow.

"E-6, Galen?" weren't those Julius Caesar's last words on the steps?

How many cards are in that box? lol... I likes 'em now skews me whilst I go pick up the palm fronds for my tiki hut...bleck...Planet Fort Myers beckons

All skate...aaalll skate....

(((Herr Duffmeister))) a little b-day huggage for the duffster

okay, here's one "family" story I'll share, just in case you don't call/go home... Mine is a big family, close...definitely gather on holidays especially...becuz it was/is/was special... 1974 Thanksgiving...it was the first time I was away Way away from my "earthly" family. It was my decision. The word on "the field" was that no one was allowed to leave their posts (mine was Springfield, IL). The funny thing was, it was just me "on the field" in that town and I remember that I could have/would have driven the simple 3 hours home to Chicago despite what the WayBorg prime directive was...but I didn't. I chose to stay and cook my first bird at my simple digs in Illinois' capital city AND invite the other in-state whateverweweres (Area Boosters, that's it!) who couldn't (even if they would have) go home for the holiday. ...but I needed dough (the green kind)so I wrote my Mom o'Mom a note something to the effect of "I love you, will miss you, can you please spot me $50 to host a turkey dinner for myself and a few out-of-state friends." Mom sent back a lovely note with the money, something to the effect of..."we love you, we'll miss you, we'll still be here when you come home...consider this $$ a down payment for being a wonderful daughter and letting me be your Mommy." I still have the card...and I still have the Mommy...for today. I have a lot to be thankful for and memories to savour along with good food and friends this year. I only wish I could drive a simple 3 hours home again. Think E.T.....phone home. Think Lassie...go home. Think Zen...be home. lol

Tower to TWIts...Tower to TWIts... Come in TWIts... ...what WG said...think Nike - Just do it!

often think of them...think they both may be in Indiana now...wondering if anyone had contact...

Judas Priest...you people miss the really important issue addressed in this thread... ...tissue issue, that is. I sneeze this opportunity to offer further clarification to the aforementioned Shellberton comment i.e the literal according to usage... Kleenex is most often used to comfort and/or clean the probiscular portion of one's face while tissue is most often used to comfort/clean the southernmost slat sections of the torso. A simple matter of destinktion.

In spite of myself and my experience, or any redefined mutations in my ongoing spiritual odyssey...I find I cannot help but speak about basic God and Jesus Christ 101 when sorting things thru, or when responding to others' questons. How many "alsos" is rarely a topic...lol...I dechomaied that stuff and lambanoed that stuff to the attic of my mind. :)--> Thessalonians is a real bracer and comfort, often...and I bank on those biblical passages (perceived to be truths) that I learned/remember. When I pray it is often for the desire to desire the things of God.

praying in your own language, whether English or made up, is an articulated leap of faith... barkeep...lo shontas all around

sheesh...where's the Grand Inquisitor when ya need him?

postulating... ...if Jesus were not just The Messiah, Mediator, Redeemer, Son of God etc., concerned with carrying out His ministry wounding, healing, forgiving and loving...BUT ALSO an enterprising entrepeneur hawking "WWID" bracelets (i.e. "what would I do?"), think of the thoughts He would have caused others to ponder, thusly changing the lives of many... ...and making a fad fashion killing for the "in" crowd. uh-oh...too much coffee for The ~...

Excathedra, "After all these years," what pleasure is it that "He" would have to give you that might merit offering "real worship?"

Tower to I.D....tower to I.D....come in, Dan... sheesh...I thought I saw him. He was here, I'm sure...left his prints, his mark, his two pose...well, his two cents...lol. Hmmm...maybe if I sit down, oom a while and spin some clay pot, his spirit will guide me like an unchained melody. Whoopee! Dan Dan the Invisible Man his bandages cover his invisible tan You know, I really should not be allowed to drink caffeinated products in such vast quantities...ergo... Barkeep! A Dew for me and a double for the guy at the end of the counter sporting the form-fitting swaddleage... Slainte! X M

and this, on a Sunday morning no less, is what comes to mind...Col. 15:19. I long for the return of Christ -for the pure, unadulterated joy of it. What a day that will be. I have no doubt whatever that I will have fallen short yadda yadda...but I take great comfort in knowing that I will be embraced and have been forgiven, accepted, wanted and included in the purchased action package mapped out by God and seen thru by Christ...Gives me the zoom to get thru another set of days, often. I don't view it as a reward (or a comeuppance) for having pledged allegiance to God or any prescribed (or proscribed) religion - nor as a no-fault spiritual insurance plan giving license to do whatever without consequence, but, as a day to be reckoned with. I ain't skeered, but I is excited.

thin soup...I have nun of it...so,like Dickens' Miss Havisham, their (collective) great expectations remain unconsommated...

no wonder the ozone has a hole in it

Crikey, mate...it's the crock hunter! Now, less jes gate owa hanz aye-rained iz jawer soze e kaint bite... lol...way too much java for this white girl... welcome, John Lynn

"A check up from the neck up?" gak blech ptui ptui ptui now there's a bitter taste...lol...yuk!

I dunno, Krys....I always thought that Cecila was a little trampy...lol... fun memories of the short and tall vocals

SHellbert! A great place this Oregon be...really beautiful. A few summers back, I had grand occassion to go to my (corporate) hippie brother's wedding there. It was a tremendously healing, joyful, sanguine, lovely, bittersweet, and ridiculously right trip to have made, chocked to the brim with moments that are already savored treasure moments in my mind. Hector, (the 73 yr. old Grand Piper poo-pah of the Highland pipers) and Faeron (his faithful second)accompanied the morning sun rising in the sky the day of the wedding. Amazing Grace, originally written for the bagpipes, played by world-class pipers, way high (no pun intended) on the top of a lofty hill off TenMile Lake...the chords wafting thru the treetops...well, suffice it to say...it was lovely...........no beautiful Ohio, mind you...lol....just majestic for the bawdy Celts that did pagan happy dances that day. My Mommy danced in the meadow. My Dad ruled the clan...and we let him...again. We rode in the nite, on a refurbished pontoon boat wedding present named the "African Queen," 3 miles up the lake to the wedding site...a former Easter Seal Camp that my brother bought into with his former Haight buds that bumped into (legal) money somewhere along life's path... What a run on sentence that was... We laughed. We cried. We laughed again. We fed a deer. We ate a deer....lol...snort... I guess you had to be there... I communed with a great deal of nature... A highlight (among many) that came during that trip was that SUZ (the Geobabe's helpmate...lol) came, along with lovely daughter, and met me at an Oregon airport with a very tall, much needed, awfully tasty, Margarita...in a Space Needle glass. :)--> I only wish we could have spent more time together, or that she could have accompanied me into one of the last great hurrahs of this McCarthy clan's festive celebrations of time and circumstance. I would live there...but it would take another lifetime to implement those changes....that, and I really don't care for cappucino, Starbuck's, or everysinglebodyandtheirfriends being so frickin java savvy...lol. Sheesh! Love to the girls, hugs to the Mombert. X M

Jumpin' GEO's a phat! lot o' derogatorio! Geo...check your PT's... ...they're showing. LOL XOXO to the Suzbabe and M kidlet.

no fair...ya gotta post the chicken divan recipe... ...I'll get my husband right on it... and SHARK CREOLE is a good one around here...I live in Florida. Yum. fresh veggies with Marie's Garlic Italian dressing as a dip is ALWAYS a hit. cold beer and warm whiskey works wonders.