I wear a size 7 medium shoe. What size shoe do you wear?

I don't believe this is allowed here.

You folks need to learn how to talk about making money with this program
or having some fun in general with fun topics.

All this bull that is being posted here is enough to make a sick cow sicker.

You should state CORRECT information, David.

It is the worst MASS deadly shooting in the USA.

The problem BouldRake is that we don't have a good choice.

Clinton and Trump.

It's crazy but I would vote for a 'bug' before I would vote for Clinton.

Did I say 'bug'?

This is the 'Your Stats' sub forum and I don't see anything regarding your stats.

Send me an email some time and I will tell you how to get tons of stuff for free
that you can sell at your yard sales.

Do you ever eat frozen pie, frozen?

I usually buy the 'Edwards' brand frozen pies. I will take it out of the freezer and
slice a piece, put the pie back in the freezer and eat my slice of pie frozen.

So the other day I saw this BIG box at the store and it said Marie Collandar's
Coconut Pie. I thought geewizy that is a big box and I never ate ole Marie's
pies before so me will get that.

I want you to know that last night I decided to get that pie out of the freezer
and slice a big piece. I take the pie out of the big box and of course, it was
big primarily due to the meringue on top. Anyway, I go to slice that pie and
it won't cut. I am like trying to cut it, jabbing at it, licking the meringue off
the top. Finally I was able to dig some chunks out of it and put on my saucer.
So I go sit down to watch tv and I am eating coconut ice. I sit the saucer
down and wait a bit for it to thaw out, nope.......more coconut ice.

Then I read the directions and it says it has to thaw out over night.

No more Marie's pies for me. Back to Edwards.

Well have you ever given thought to stuff that may be around us that we can't see?
I think about that some times.

For example, my little dog can hear stuff I can't hear.

So why do we think that what we see is all to be seen?

We might be surrounded by people all the time and not even know it.

My grandfather, being a minister, use to say that the spirit when we die
has to go some where. It wouldn't go to heaven and it wouldn't go to hell.
It wouldn't go til the end of time so where does the spirit go?

So my take on it is, there is a possibility that 'sprits' walk amongst us.
That some spirits are so very evil that may have strong enough ties with
the devil, to create some bit of havoc amongst the place they once lived
or the people they once knew. Same thought vice versa that we might
be surrounded by family spirits and spirits of friends and maybe just maybe
there are those times that they can provoke goodness and even what we
deem miracles.

While you are sitting there are you computer, your great great great grandmother
might be standing there beside you and thinking.....'this boy is nuts'!

I don't eat real meat but I do eat eggs, milk, ice cream.

I'd have to say vanilla ice cream is my favorite. I buy the large containers of vanilla
ice cream and I like that I can change the flavor with syrups, fruits, nuts, etc.

I always get my grand children their first radio flyer wagon.

However, they are not anything like they were back in the 50's/60's.

If you have an old one made before the 70's, I wouldn't sell it.

Well, there was that time back in the early 70's the rain drops danced on the dark highway
like gazillions of tiny tree frogs. I will admit, that was far more entertaining.

So how's your garden growing?

Isn't that a child's rhyme?

I have a small garden but I have tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, sweet corn, watermelon,
cantaloupe, green beans, butter squash, zucchini. I think that is it.

Believe me, I thought about that many times growing up and even years later and
even now some times. Why did she do that? It wasn't like it was an occasional
lateness. It was just about every single time they went any where and it was
every single Sunday morning.......always!

The only thing I could conclude, was like I said, it was something he had no
control over. Maybe it was an attraction faction in that she enjoyed that moment
of attention and enjoyed seeing him being annoyed. Maybe she thought it was
lady like to be late.

I really don't know. It was weird.

If you're that worried about it just go to college and major in Robotics.

I didn't take time to read that but according to your post, my grandmother was insane.

All her life, she was late for everything except work.

My grandfather would stand with his hand in his pocket jingling change....jingle jangle jingle jangle jangle jing jing jingle
with an annoying and very trying patience on his face. All the while watching my grandmother breeze ever so slowly
through the living room, to the kitchen for a drink of water......then to the bathroom for a bit more powder puff on that white powder she put on her face.....and then back to their bedroom for her handbag......then upstairs to make sure the windows were closed.....and then.....

My Grandfather would lose his cool 'GOOD LORD GOD HIMSELF IS GOING TO BE HERE BEFORE YOU GET READY FOR CHURCH!!! MYRTLE, HERE THEY ARE, HURRY UP MYRTLEEEEEEEL, WE CAN'T KEEP THEM WAITING, COME ON MYRTLE......and my grandmother would say very quietly......

The good Lord will wait for me because he knows how patient I have been with you all my life and maybe I should have married Finis. Finis was always very patient.

and then my grandfather......

FINIS FINIS FINIS HE IS DEAD IN THE GROUND PROBABLY DEAD BECAUSE HIS WIFE WAS ALWAYS LATE FOR CHURCH!!


I can hear my grandmothers high heel shoes on the floor as she seemingly wanted to be late and it was as if she enjoyed seeing something that my grandfather could not control over her.......her lateness.

Well my goodness, of course not!

What you are talking about is basic communism and communism doesn't work.

I tell you something, buggy David, you better be very careful out there or what
you wish for might come true.

If this idiotic junk doesn't stop, somebody is going to go.

It's either going to be me or its going to be you. YOU can figure out who YOU is.

I'm sick of it and everyone else is too.

Yes that is sad.

Well I will tell you this, no one talked to me about the facts of life. No parental figure that is.

I was adopted by very strict christian grandparents and they never ever said anything to me
other than my grandmother saying something like this:

'don't you bother with them ole boys, you grow up and get a good job in a bank like peggy
the bank teller.....peggy has good respectable job.....peggy owns her home.....peggy had
nice home....peggy not married......peggy does what she wants......peggy buys what she
wants.....peggy always wears nice clothes......you go to school, get your schooling.....you
get good job.....maybe get good job as bank teller......you go to church......you always put
God first......you be good girl'

The importance IS in the love you have been raised in. It doesn't matter if you have 14
fathers or no fathers or 4 mothers or no mothers. The importance is HAVING a LOVING
CAREGIVER.

Naw, I never worked in a bank. Peggy got one up on me in that regards.

This is an inappropriate topic for the ClixSense forum!