EWWWWWW!!!!! That goes way beyond basic training!! You deserve a purple heart for that, cuz like that's just goes WAYYYY beyond the call of duty, Soldier Cherie!! Seriously, call out the chemical warfare!!!
HUH!??!! YOu have a housekeeper and straighten up for her?? Or did you mean for your roommates to keep happy?? I really do have a househelper, and believe it or not, I actually DO find myself straightening up for her once in a while.

My anal tendencies just don't seem to ever die!
The view from FT is great!! I remember looking over the water to the mountain and thinking of how pretty that little spot down by the pond really was!
Cherie- Did you get your wiener dog's diarreah taken care of?? Soldier on, my love!
Sandy- This was the first post that goes with WHY you might not have "gotten" the one below. I wish I knew how to put the same quote in a post multiple times, but I've never learned how... Anyway, I had made the faux pas of mentioning a Mrs. Jordan, but he doesn't have one. I quickly went back and editted it out, but was too late. He caught it, cuz he's on here way more than he should be- like the rest of us. For the second biff, see below....
You know... I immediately went from posting here over to yours, and lo and behold, there it was-------- the cram-a-thon your roommate is having in his computer room. I busted up laughing cuz I knew I had just posted that you were trying to make the Mrs. happy-

and THERE IS NO MRS!!!

So, I tried to beat you back to mine, but didn't. I thought I could edit my faux pas out in time, but alas, you're quicker on the draw. Soo.... there you have it. The truth and nuthin' but the truth.
So, I see I'm 0/2 on this little issue! First, there is no Mrs. Yosh--- AND now, it wasn't even your roommate's computer room, it was his/her (not even bothering to take a chance on this one) bedroom!

I swear, I can't win.
Then, the next day, I said that that messy "COMPUTER ROOM" of his ROOMMATE would be hard for me to put up with. I was swifly corrected once again that it was his bedroom, not the computer room; thus making my score on this whole inane issue 0 for 2.
One good reason to NEVER POST ANYTHING WITHOUT SUFFICIENT AMOUNTS OF MORNING COFFEE!!!!
aww, the piccolo! That sounds lighter than my bells. But the bells were a LOT more fun than the clarinet!
I'm going for Pecos as well..
I miss that red wine.
Not the anchovies.
Me too!! And believe it or not, I miss the anchovies as well. We couldn't find any street pizza without them, and they really started to grow on me.
It's not too late to join in this well-oiled WDW machine report, is it? I've read the report via your handy-dandy links - very good stuff!!! Can't wait to read more
NOT EVER!!!

So glad you hopped on over. I saw you over on Jordan's or was is Great Biscuit's?? Doesn't matter... you'll have lots of fun here too!
Well-oiled?? I hear prices have gone down in that sector (making nice airfare roulette for all of us!) and also making much better pre-trip reports. We can add more if you'd like (oil, that is). I suppose those links are part of the good oiling techniques we've applied.
Maybe we should all join him in 2012?

And make them join us!
I might win a LEASH!
Yes, we could do that. But honestly, I live from trip to trip. I can never count on my next one.
I read on BBCNews about a year ago that there was a couple where the guy actually led his girlfriend around on a leash. The Underground actually denied them on the trains citing it was a "danger to other passengers". I think it was a danger to their own mental health. Weirdos.
Suffince it to say, that you won't be getting a leash from me. We can do better than that!
I have a low-cost solution for you....
get 3 mason jar rings and string them together in a line. You each put your right hand into a ring and follow along like a line of ducks.
That's how we take kids out for a walk from the nursery durring church.
or you could paint the nails on just your right hand.
See, like this. It's better than a leash. But darn close.
I never paint my nails. I have none. Did I add that to my confessions?? I am a habitual nail biter!!! Seriously. Wait a minute, I think it really is in there; I remember some talk about using Purell wipes each time I stuck them in my mouth...
It really depends on finances and if I can get a bounceback offer....but maybe....





For some reason our church nursery has little carts that hold 6 kids each. Like huge strollers.
I guess we are a fancy church.
I think we should borrow one of these for when the TC3 gets pooped. Jordan can push it for us.
Directions in AK et el[/B] Yes - we traveled as an internet Dismeet one time during Free Dining - we had 3 or 4 adr dinners together - but everyone was hoping to recreate other DISMEETS where you would post the pic from EE - fill a train of Disboard members

I am weird.
I still have nightmares of making a wrong turn in marching band, and going to school in my PJs, and forgetting my locker combination. Don't worry! We all did some really stupid and embarrasing things in our tender years of high school.
See explanation of my embarrasing DIS-moment up above.
Dick Van **** show? We have a whole boxed set of them. They are so funny, and my kids crack up every time we get them out. How can you go wrong with piccolo schticks??

at the same time. In retrospect anyway.
See and I have such magical moments of bell solo's, being front and center for the intro to Somewhere over the rainbow....
Sigh.
Ok so by my count we have...
2 Piccolo's (Liesa and Shann)
1 French Horn (Sandy)
1 Metal Xylophone or Clarinet (me, take your pick)
We could make a DISband!
We need a few more instruments though...and they must have paid their dues in HS marching band although exceptions may be made for volunteer marching bands as an adult.
Jazz band doesn't count so Jeff is out.
And seriously? Jordy might join the troops and I'll miss you guys by 2 weeks?
WAH!
Here's a gas for you. I was actually DRUM MAJOR in 9th grade!!! I went to drum major camp in Santa Barbara and learned how to twirl that baton thingy that was seriously longer than me!! I had to wear that huge puffy, fuzzy hat that looked like a giant wildebeest on my head. One time, I marched them too far up the street in a practice, and the director screamed at me for not blowing the whistle sooner. We had to break formation and start all over, blah, blah, blah. It was more fodder for my high school nightmares. That guy was an ogre. But it was fun. I love power, and big sticks.