I remember in the old days(Good Old) you had skinners making minimalistic, thin border window blinds with a roll up button. Damn few skinners put the roll up button anymore and it seems thin borders are out. One reason most of my blinds are old.
You don't have to be old to know what a trowel is, but if you get one in your makeup kit, you bitchslap that pretty young thing until she says: "I'm sorry, mama, I'm sorry." And being called mama has gotta make you feel better. I mean, it's gotta be a whole lot better than: "Hey grandma, wanna free trowel wiv that?"
I dunno, kid today have no respect, they'll blurt out all sorts of things, somethimes using the stongest language just to get a rise out of you. It wasn't like that in my day. No, if an oldie said something to me I didn't like, I'd wait 'til they turned their back and I'd give 'em the finger.... what they didn't see/know didn't hurt 'em, or me if MY oldies found out, and I went home happy I'd got the last word in.
Seriously, I shouldn't have called them oldies... I'm one now. As for the trowel, I learned about those when I was 14 - 15. My dad was a plasterer/builder and he taught me the trade when I worked with him during school holidays/vacations. It was great, and when I look back, they really were the good old days, being close to my dad, being appreciated for my efforts/the work I did.
Dave, Dave, Dave, what am I gunna do wiv you? I offers me cat-o-nine ter git ye tha best treatment possible an' ye throws a cannonball into tha mainsail an' scuttle me plan. Oh well, if you're not interested, I be shure thars others who'd jump at tha chance.
Yes, fish is one of my fave foods In fact, I pretty much like all seafood, but then my great grandfather was a trawlerman and it was always a part of the family diet, even after he retired in his mid-70's due to sea sickness. It was actually vertigo, something I also suffer with, but he couldn't go to sea with it so reluctantly retired. They don't make men like that anymore, tough as old boots and as strong as an ox.
Ah, the good old days.
Thank you for the intro. Now I'm well known.
Sorry Dave, I couldn't resist!!!
Way to go Barb! That's Dave all over.
So I had a good laugh.
So I'm a Minion now. So you are now on my list. Don't you worry Christine as you never got off my list.
You have to agree, I'm a cute little person.
You have to agree, I'm a cute little person.[/quote]
Where's my You need a bit more bringing down as your head has grown out of proportion. Just trying to make sure I stay on your list. What are friends for. (Oh, and Dave, don't forget Valentine's Day is coming up so you better behave.)
Just so's I get on te list, too, there's just one certainity in the above statement.... "little" The "cute" part is up for debate.... and the nay tean is leading by a healthy margin with just 1 minute to go. The "human" part will require DNA testing to verify the veracity of this. Just remember, a mere 2% Neanderthal finding will exclude you... and given ALL that body/back hair, I'd say there's a very strong chance of that
Hey everybody, Dave could be the missing link... and he's so old he was right under the noses of those scholars of Biblical times who pondered such things. Yup, that age old question could have been answered 2000+ years ago, but Dave didn't present himself cos he was worried about getting poked and prodded in sensitive areas... not to mention his fear of disection. Mind you, I can understand that one. I wouldn't want to watch someone/something getting cut up while I was getting poked in the nether region by Scribes with scribes.... "And lo", said the chief Pharisee: "this missing link is ticklish."
So Dave, now that I'm ON the list I want all the rights and priveleges that goes with is. Don't be sexist and just blow Christine kisses for administering the cat-o-nine just the way you like it. Just remember who loaned it to her, okay?
Yea right. Keep waiting for it.
You have been on the list for years. Right and privileges. You get none. You waist all my time with your long writing. I don't have time to waist as it gets shorter each day and you are wasting it. Isn't it your bed time.
I remember the first time I accidentally hit the rollup button instead of the minimize and I freaked out and couldn't figure out what happened to the page! DUH!!! I was new to windowblinds and I thought my I screwed up my computer.
Well in that case, I'm removing myself from said list. You might think I'm still on it, but in my mind's eye I won't be and will not feel the ban hammer, no matter how many times you use it. For mine, that would have been a privelege, hehe, but that's okay, I still 'aves a couple 'o galley wenches wot knows 'ow ter use a cat-o-nine t' perfecshun.
And no, I DO NOT waist your time. You waste your time by trying to read between the lines for good bits about yourself. Put it this way, if there were any good bits, I wouldn't hide them between the lines, so you're wasting your time. No, if there was anything good bits I'd put it out there boldly, emblazoned right across the post so's people didn't just think of you as a "little" missing link who's ticklish and squirmish about dissections.
Oh, and this "waisting" your time, thing... you wrote it twice. Now am I to assume that you've put on some weight recently and you've got a complex about the increased girth of your waistline? That you're having greater difficulty seeing your feet? That you're having to look in the mirror to see if your junk is still there? Or when you're having a good belly laugh, so much more of you is having a good time? Well welcome to my world. I've only gotta 'think' food and the calories pile up on my waistline.
You're not alone there. First time I did it the panic set in because I couldn'y find the window - well I wasn't looking for just a tiny, thin title bar, at the top of the screen, was I - and Windows wouldn't let me reopen or maximise it from the taskbar icon. No, I had to close from there and reopen it to see where it was.... and then it was still rolled up. Fortunately, I saw it reappear and knew where to look. From there I eventually figured out how to 'unroll' it... not that I'll say how long that 'eventually' took.
Being older, let's just say it took a while. Well that's my excuse and I'm stickin' to it.
Stramp and Starkers that is so funny on the roll up. Who would have thought that a lil ol button could cause such problems. Maybe roll up blinds should come with a warning label.
WOM loves the roll up button,