Czech is also cold, wet and a biotch in the house.
Had to use the snow shovel already!! Makes me grouchy.
I haven't even gotten around to raking the leaves. I do not even want to think about shoveling snow.
I'm still wearing open toed shoes. I'm just not ready to commit to socks & boots yet.
We really need a shocked face emoticon. Open toed shoes? I hate you.
LOL, it is 39 & raining. I am probably the only person in town still wearing open toed shoes. I just last week finally committed to long sleeves. It dips & then goes back up to the 60s. Plus at this stage of life I'd rather be cold than hot.
Are you menopausal?
This stage will pass and then you will be forever..... cold.
Pre-menopause I was always cold. I remember wearing layers & socks with slippers. Now I set the thermostat at 64 & wear a thin cotton gown & go bare foot. I can't wait for it to pass.
I guarantee you will hate being cold again. You feel colder then you ever have in your life!
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
Czech is also cold, wet and a biotch in the house.
Had to use the snow shovel already!! Makes me grouchy.
I haven't even gotten around to raking the leaves. I do not even want to think about shoveling snow.
I'm still wearing open toed shoes. I'm just not ready to commit to socks & boots yet.
We really need a shocked face emoticon. Open toed shoes? I hate you.
LOL, it is 39 & raining. I am probably the only person in town still wearing open toed shoes. I just last week finally committed to long sleeves. It dips & then goes back up to the 60s. Plus at this stage of life I'd rather be cold than hot.
Are you menopausal?
This stage will pass and then you will be forever..... cold.
Pre-menopause I was always cold. I remember wearing layers & socks with slippers. Now I set the thermostat at 64 & wear a thin cotton gown & go bare foot. I can't wait for it to pass.
I guarantee you will hate being cold again. You feel colder then you ever have in your life!
It's crazy here.
Mom is post menopausal, I'm dealing with it and Caitlyn goes from one extreme to the other.
I kind feel bad for the guys.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
We have rain. FWM keeps sending it to us. I am going to punch her in the nose.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Czech is also cold, wet and a biotch in the house.
Had to use the snow shovel already!! Makes me grouchy.
I haven't even gotten around to raking the leaves. I do not even want to think about shoveling snow.
I'm still wearing open toed shoes. I'm just not ready to commit to socks & boots yet.
We really need a shocked face emoticon. Open toed shoes? I hate you.
LOL, it is 39 & raining. I am probably the only person in town still wearing open toed shoes. I just last week finally committed to long sleeves. It dips & then goes back up to the 60s. Plus at this stage of life I'd rather be cold than hot.
Are you menopausal?
This stage will pass and then you will be forever..... cold.
Pre-menopause I was always cold. I remember wearing layers & socks with slippers. Now I set the thermostat at 64 & wear a thin cotton gown & go bare foot. I can't wait for it to pass.
I guarantee you will hate being cold again. You feel colder then you ever have in your life!
It's crazy here.
Mom is post menopausal, I'm dealing with it and Caitlyn goes from one extreme to the other.
I kind feel bad for the guys.
Ive been having hot flashes for a few years now. I look forward to snuggling under a warm blanket instead of flinging off the covers and sleeping under a fan. My poor husband must really love me.
We have rain. FWM keeps sending it to us. I am going to punch her in the nose.
LOL! Don't blame me, NJN!
These storms all blew in from the West!
And, they should be gone by later on this afternoon!
(Fingers crossed! I hope the weatherman is right, this time.)
I HOPE SO!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
We've had more than our fair share of it, this year.
I love the rain but wouldn't want it all the time. I'm sure, by now, y'all are quite sick of it.
Yes we are.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Czech is also cold, wet and a biotch in the house.
Had to use the snow shovel already!! Makes me grouchy.
I haven't even gotten around to raking the leaves. I do not even want to think about shoveling snow.
I'm still wearing open toed shoes. I'm just not ready to commit to socks & boots yet.
We really need a shocked face emoticon. Open toed shoes? I hate you.
LOL, it is 39 & raining. I am probably the only person in town still wearing open toed shoes. I just last week finally committed to long sleeves. It dips & then goes back up to the 60s. Plus at this stage of life I'd rather be cold than hot.
Are you menopausal?
This stage will pass and then you will be forever..... cold.
Pre-menopause I was always cold. I remember wearing layers & socks with slippers. Now I set the thermostat at 64 & wear a thin cotton gown & go bare foot. I can't wait for it to pass.
I guarantee you will hate being cold again. You feel colder then you ever have in your life!
It's crazy here.
Mom is post menopausal, I'm dealing with it and Caitlyn goes from one extreme to the other.
I kind feel bad for the guys.
Ive been having hot flashes for a few years now. I look forward to snuggling under a warm blanket instead of flinging off the covers and sleeping under a fan. My poor husband must really love me.
I've had a fan going in my room since I was a teenager. Unless it's zero outside, I like it going.
The other night I thought I was going to have to go outside I got so hot. It was 100 degrees in my room around 3am.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
My ceiling fan over my bed died a few weeks back. I bought a tower fan for my living room which I call my hot flash fan a few summers back.
Is it remote controlled?
Mine is.
I love it.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
My ceiling fan over my bed died a few weeks back. I bought a tower fan for my living room which I call my hot flash fan a few summers back.
Is it remote controlled?
Mine is.
I love it.
I have a remote for it but because I tuck it under the bar when I'm not using it I have to get up to position it & plug it in so I just turn it on manually. I generally only need it in the warmer months since I keep the house so cool in the winter.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
My ceiling fan over my bed died a few weeks back. I bought a tower fan for my living room which I call my hot flash fan a few summers back.
Is it remote controlled?
Mine is.
I love it.
I have a remote for it but because I tuck it under the bar when I'm not using it I have to get up to position it & plug it in so I just turn it on manually. I generally only need it in the warmer months since I keep the house so cool in the winter.
Oh.
Mine is always on.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
There was a woman at the doctor's office this morning.
Her name is Areola.
Yes. That's right.
Areola.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
My ceiling fan over my bed died a few weeks back. I bought a tower fan for my living room which I call my hot flash fan a few summers back.
Is it remote controlled?
Mine is.
I love it.
I have a remote for it but because I tuck it under the bar when I'm not using it I have to get up to position it & plug it in so I just turn it on manually. I generally only need it in the warmer months since I keep the house so cool in the winter.
Oh.
Mine is always on.
My ceiling fan was always on even when I wasn't home, until it stopped working. Surprisingly I'm not as uncomfortable as I expected to be. The hot flash fan only came on when needed because I don't really like that powerful a fan blowing right at me unless I'm overheating.
Geez Riding it is miserably cold there. Brrrr.
Why do parents do that crap to their poor kids? Why can't they just pick a nice normal name. There are thousands to choose from.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Why do parents do that crap to their poor kids? Why can't they just pick a nice normal name. There are thousands to choose from.
Because they think it's cute, funny, and unique. DN works in billing at the hospital near us and she's always telling us messed up names people name their kids.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.