Well, Maggi, you’re a better woman than I. My wish is that he WILL see them. Night after night….kind of like “A Christmas Carol”, a different one each evening, taking him down memory lane, one face at a time. And even then I don’t think he would have the miraculous revelations that lead to “God Bless Us, Every One”. No, there would still be the little crutch in the corner with no Tiny Tim to use it. I really DO try to think and visualize the positive because I believe like attracts like. I don’t hold my breath about either Bush or Coulter “seeing the light” and realizing what he has actually wrought, as opposed to all the “they hate us for our freedom” B.S. That isn’t to say that in the beginning I wasn’t hopeful. I’m afraid too many years and too many lives have been wasted. I hope to be hopeful again in January of 2009.

Nice play on words, Beth - I enjoyed that!

So……..no one here is going to admit being a member of the “Mile High Club”?

Diana - T’aint nothing wrong with it. Some people simply like to abbreviate no matter the size of the keyboard. I guess size DOESN’T matter after all :-) I do love the written word and the English language is beautiful. If I am in a hurry, I have been known to use acronyms. It’s just another tool, in my mind. Anyway, it doesn’t bother or offend me and if I don’t know what something means, I look it up and am always happy to learn something new.

Ki - it is shorthand for “in my opinion”. IMHO is “in my humble opinion”.

Yes, I do, Frank!! Those darn senses again! ;-)

Ulla - They were just SO so good, weren’t they, and very different. Yeah, I like the newer stuff, too. :-)

I almost hate to admit it, but wore Patchouli Oil as a teenager. It seemed so excotic but mostly I’m sure I wore it to annoy my mother. Opium was given to me by my dear Mother-In-Law, Lily, for my wedding and it, too, seemed very other worldly. It reminds me of young love, before kids, carefree and passionate. Now I wear Cashmere Mist by Donna Karan. My husband gave it to me as a gift for our 25th anniversary and it also represents passion - the long lasting kind, the best kind. My mother always wore Wind Song (Prince Matchibelli), I never knew her to wear anything else. Years ago, in his early 20’s, my brother had to ask (sheepishly) his new girlfriend ,who also wore Wind Song, if she would wear another scent because he felt like he was kissing his mother!

Frank - More times than I could EVER count!! Also: “Well, you’re a long, tall drink ‘a water, aint’ ya, honey?” Also, when I worked in the music biz, a well known, very short record producer used to look up at me and say “Jump Ball” every time he walked by me. I didn’t mind, though, he was a nice guy and it was all in fun.

Look on the Home Page, where it says “Readers are Saying” . In his post, he was referring to someone else who said “I used up my entire pension to support Hillary. I went to 13 states and knocked on doors”. But they make it look like HE said it. Pretty subtle humor, oh WoW Ladies. I love it!

Where were all you tall girls when I was growing up? I reached my full height 5’11” by the age of 14. I was taller than EVERY girl in school, and some of the boys. The only good thing was that I became taller than my mother! It was no fun trying to find pants long enough (I used to hand sew decorative trim to the bottom of my jeans back in the late 60’s, before it became fashionable). My mother used to buy me frilly dresses or blouses with ruffles, until I told her “Ma - have you looked at me lately?” She also hounded me about good posture, and thank goodness I listened. Once I left childhood behind, I truly embraced my height.

Oh, and please add presumptuous to the list. How would we EVER know how to proceed without your telling us, ad nauseum? I’ll thankfully return to ignoring your posts once again.

Neither of your replies here have anything to do with what I said or the kind of person you are.

Suzanne, this last post of yours is beyond arrogant- “I’m off to France for the summer - where are you going?” . This sentence alone qualifies you for the “I don’t need your approval” because “I’m so much better than you” mind set. Pure, unadulterated claptrap. I don’t care what points you think you are trying to convey, the ONLY one that is SCREAMING loud and clear is what a conceited, pompous, haughty, contemptuous, insolent, self satisfied excuse for a human being you are. Tu me fais chier. Get a clue, you say? My Dick Tracy Secret Investigator Watch is beeping like mad right now. What is it saying? Please. S’il Vous Plaît. Go to France. Stay there. And when you don’t need to ridicule others in order to elevate your own standing, feel free to return. I won’t hold my breath.

I used to bemoan the fact that there were just no cute shoes in my size. Now I am glad - there is no way I could wear those high heels even if they were available in size “boat” - I’ve come to see this as a good thing.