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What room in your home do you spend the most time in?
Posted on Oct 4th, 2009
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sandi
sandi
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for October 04, 2009:
Gosh, that's a tough one, it's a seasonal thing with me. Summer and winter, lots to do in the kitchen. Spring, well, I have to sleep. Fall, I still have to sleep. In between, I have the big, fat chair in my living room that can magically transform itself into an airplane, a tent in the desert, the Sistine Chapel, a jungle river boat, a snow swept igloo in the Artic wastes, an under water sea palace, where ever I happen to be at the time because I love to read better than I love to eat or sleep. Of course, I would rather be outside.
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I get to be the first … I get to be the first in what will probably be a long line of people waiting to respond to your response, sandi … oh, how special! anyway … I haven't decided yet where I spend most of my time because I sleep all over the place (well … that didn't come out right … ) but enough about me – back to you: if I was you, I would consider “outside” the best “room” of all. It fits you so well.
Hello fellow gardner, I have place another story out called.. The Drinking Tree. You may find on my blog my friend.
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Now, you can have your travel chair back.
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You know what they say;
Birds of a feather…
sandi, what a magical armchair! I would love one like that!
Oh, Barbara, it may not have come out right but I got a hell of a laugh anyway! I've been gone all day and was gone all day yesterday and I'm just glad to have a little down time before I go back to work tomorrow. In the apartment I had before I moved back here, I slept on the couch just as much as I slept in my bed.
Where ever I crashed was good to me, I was indifferent, you know, you sometimes get that way after a divorce. Now I can appreciate a little more structure in my life, besides the fat chair is unreliable for sleeping. If you are fully reclined, go to sleep, it loves to catapault you bolt upright with no warning and I just can't take that kind of thing anymore. The shock alone is enough to do you in with no time to even wonder, ” WHAT THE ****!
“I love to read better than I love to eat or sleep. Of course, I would rather be outside.” This is the best description of Sandi Lee White. It suits you to an absolute “T.”
I don't know if you're back home from the birthday party yet, or not. We just got back home a wee bit ago and started a whompin' batch of “Fire in the Kilt” chili. We'll serve it up with a wicked batch of garlic bread. Today was errands, errands and more errands. This was followed up with visiting a friend who is not feeling well. I suppose if we had made the chili first we could have taken her some. It would have either (1) cured her, (2) put hair on her chest, or (3) killed her.
Gabby, Sweetie, you DO NOT want to be in the chicken house. You can check your wings at the front door. I just can't see you perched on a 1” pole (called a roost) for very long. I'm sure the girls would be highly entertained, but I would have to hose you down after it broke. And you might better bring a spare heavenly robe to wear while I put the other over the fence to dry.
Throw in a little “Fire in the Kilt” chili
and I'm good to go-in more ways than one!
Is there such a thing as fire retardant skivvies?
Garbriel – I'm surprised at you! Men who wear kilts do NOT wear skivvies under their kilts. As Sandi would say, they go nekkid!
That's what I've always understood, they are very TOUGH guys. They probably don't have black berry briars in Scotland either. Well, I guess that's why they don't call guys wearing kilts sissies. I can't see a blush covering the cheeks of Mel Gibson in Braveheart.
No, they don't have black berry briars, but they do have some pretty mean thistles! In regards to Mel Gibson, I guess it would depend on which set of cheeks you are talking about, Miss Sandi!
JM, this very selfish laptop has eaten the last 2 entries I've made directed towards you. I think it has attention issues, well it can just buck up and get over it. Anyway, I've been gone most of the weekend and I can't wait to read the new tale. I've been bulking up on barbecued ribs, chicken, cole slaw and chocolate pie all day, I decided to skip on the Guinness out of respect for my waistline. So I should be strong enough to read it all in one go. If you remember I gave up my supper to read The Story. Tonight I'm having Alka-Seltzer instead.
By the way, when I came in, the Chair had a some what sheepish look about it, wouldn't even look me in the eye. I wonder if I should ask some “searching” questions like, ” Well, what have you been doing today? Did any one stop by?” Maybe I should just let it ride this time. This time.
Hey there, Nicole, you know how some people have Magic Carpets ? I mean, really, in this day and age. Why not choose comfort over economy if you're going to spend anytime at all using it? It'll pay for itself in chiropractors fees alone. Thanks for dropping in, the boys get a little rowdy at times but it usually stays honest.
Gia, I'm so glad you can smile at the thought of the very life being snatched from my body by fright. I would not sit in it for days and considered have the preacher in to rub some Holy Oil on it or something. Then it just occurred to me, ” Do not trust the damned thing.” It's like one of those kids that hide behind doors to catch you coming in with armloads of groceries. Then leap out with a scream to see what kind of damage can be done. This is what staying in the moment is about. My hair should be snow white by now.
Laurie, forgive my coarse speech, but that sound's like some “kick-ass” chili! Of course, we all know that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. Waking up to hair on your chest, for a woman anyway, would surely trigger some kind of outrage. I don't think that alone would kill her though, tick her off for sure. I believe women have enough to deal with without that. Mel Gibson's got a cute smile, don't you think? Heh, Heh! Boy, howdy! Those thistles would have you springing around should you pick the wrong place to rest. We are plagued by them in the Springtime, they are pretty but a terrible nuisence to get rid off.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ced8o50G9kg
i really like the traveling armchair, much more comfy than the flying carpet - did you ever read that Anne Tyler story abouth the Armchair Traveler? I love her books.
Gia - I am married to a man who wears a kilt. Let's suffice it to say that I've taken a peek or two …
… when the wind was blowin' as Gabriel so cleverly pointed out!
What , nice chair,,, what.. chair.
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Hey gab, I don't know about you but it's gona have to be a mighty strong wind. I am so tempted to put in a word that rythmns with snow. But maybe we'll just leave it there cool things down.
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J.M.
Uh, 'scuse me, I did check to make sure this was my same post, between the traveling chairs, untrust-worthy chairs, I might add, gentlemen going Commando in strong winds, some kid that sounds like Bob Dylan going on, I hardly know where I am. I thought we were talking about Mel Gibson's smile. Well, you walk out, come back in and the world has turned.
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