Displaying 17,791 To 17,820 Of 18,974 Comments Here is my 5 pence worth Mo. For the last 10 years, I have not worn a coat, gloves or boots here in the winter. The summers are hotter, more humid, if that is possible, and longer. It is almost the end of November, just had two days where I turned off the heater until the evening. Asia is getting hotter, the last real snow we had in Tokyo was a few years ago. When I arrived here 30 years ago, we had four seasons, now we have only two, very hot and mild. Europe has a;ways been very cold in the winter and so has the U.K. As a kid we had over 2 meters of snow every year in Germany, it’s nothing new. Hello to everyone. » Posted By Kalima On November 28, 2009 @ 4:31 pm That’s what happens when you love yourself too much and blindly believe that everyone else must love you too. I can only hope that it made her really hopping mad, would have payed to be a fly on the wall. » Posted By Kalima On November 27, 2009 @ 11:12 pm You too, you make me look at things the way I used to and still can at times. Thank you. The offer still stands but let’s make that a feather duster instead. » Posted By Kalima On November 27, 2009 @ 10:43 pm Bj always manages to get scrubbed so keep your distance or any replies to his nonsense will be scrubbed along with his. If you feel you must reply, don’t do it directly but instead to another poster that you know there, and just mention his name. A bunch of us ended our days at Huff by never replying directly to any troll, it drove them mad. » Posted By Kalima On November 27, 2009 @ 10:30 pm And I admire your calm nellie, your reasoning voice. I used to be like you always manage to be, but then life and people knocked me to the floor and I stood back up straighter, ready to say exactly how I feel. If I ever go too far let me know and you have my permission to hit me over my head with a rolled up newspaper. 🙂 » Posted By Kalima On November 27, 2009 @ 10:24 pm Burl is a RW religious nut job who likes to scream that all women who have had abortions are murderers and bj is an obnoxious. foul mouthed creep of limited intelligence who loved getting volvo and a few others banned from there. » Posted By Kalima On November 27, 2009 @ 10:01 pm 😆 » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 8:25 pm LOL, we have been talking about this very thing. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 7:57 pm They have no souls and can’t dance to save their own lives. A bunch of sewer dwelling stiffies. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 7:51 pm That sounds like a big one, have a wonderful time if I don’t catch you before then. We are doing ok thanks, only hubby works to darned hard all the time. He’s off to Barcelona next week and came back from Berlin on the 3rd of this month, at least he enjoys what he does, so there is a bright side. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 7:42 pm You most certainly can say that here and that was what I said this April too. Nice to see you again WLA, hope that life is treating you well? » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 7:30 pm I’m sure that we could find space for you but no more animals, we have enough. 🙂 This story made me feel a little nauseous, I’ll be alright in a sec. Good night bitohistory, hope that you will have a restful night, see you tomorrow. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 8:12 pm I should look in the mirror more often before I venture out to feed the outside cats I think. The times people have stared at me funny in the early morning and feeling annoyed returned to look and find my curly, early morning hair to be sticking out on one side and flat on the side I slept on, are too many. I still don’t check, too scary. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 6:57 pm Oh I don’t know, I’m as daft as a brush sometimes. 🙂 » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 6:52 pm Good night javaz, take care and be safe. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 6:36 pm For javaz, getting bit crowded down below. “A piece of string walks into a bar. The barman asks, “Are you a piece of string?” “No”, it replies, “a frayed knot.” » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 6:16 pm Yes it seems to be true. One bright spark has suggested it’s because they don’t eat enough red meat. Personally I don’t see the connection. The cosmetic industry for men seems to almost be on par with the products for women on the market. I blame the women, I would never be with a man who spends more time looking in the mirror than I do. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 6:12 pm Last joke before I dash out to feed the refugees. When I told this on Huff about a year ago, some irate poster called me anti- feminist or was it a male chauvinist pig, either way it made no sense when I pointed out to her that I was a woman. Silly goose. “ELEVEN PEOPLE ON A ROPE The rope isn’t strong enough to carry them all and they decide someone must jump before they all tumble to their death. Unable to vote on who should let go, the woman launches in to a very touching speech: “I’m used to giving up everything for my husband, kids and for men in general. We women always have and always will make sacrifices for men, expecting little or nothing in return. Faced with this knowledge, I’m prepared to voluntarily let go of the rope.” » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 6:06 pm A joke fit for an 11 year old. “A vulture boards an aeroplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The flight attendant looks at him and says, “I’m sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger”. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 6:01 pm LOL that so funny because it’s true. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 5:59 pm Don’t have Thanksgiving but Christmas it’s “Planes, Trains and Automobiles” loved John Candy, great loss, adore Steve. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 5:57 pm Hi FM, I love silly Brit humour, here’s another one. “A father, passing by his son’s bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up from the floor. Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren. Love, your son, Joshua P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Jason’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that’s on the kitchen table.” » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 5:50 pm 😆 » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 5:46 pm Silly joke. A cat hijacks a plane at Heathrow, threatens the pilot at gunpoint and says, “Take me to the Canaries.” » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 5:29 pm We adore Mr. Bean. Thanks for my morning laugh, things are starting to improve all round. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 4:53 pm When I was still on my feet, dinner with friends every week, later going to clubs and dancing nonstop until the early hours, taking off my heels and forgetting them as I left barefooted and walked to find a taxi in the fresh, moist early morning air, was something I loved to do. Any excuse for a knees up, I was a party girl and we did our share of clubs, opening parties, Embassy receptions or parties for which I left my shoes on, just to be polite. I miss it yes, but I’ve also lived it with no regrets. I’m content. I would have liked to visit more countries with hubby after he retires but traveling anywhere has become hard over the years, the long flight would trash me, making it hard to enjoy the time left. Maybe one day before I meet my maker, I can do it again, who knows what miracle treatment might be out there, until then, I have my fond memories and a truck load of photos, much more than some people might have had. I consider myself lucky. I will start the hunt for my notes javaz, I promise, I just have all these Christmas card to write first, always something. 🙂 » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 4:46 pm KQ, all being well, when you get your mike, you are on my international calling list. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 4:34 pm Good afternoon bitohistory, you are most welcome to take my place. 🙂 » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 4:32 pm LOL thanks Hito, I’ve just made myself shiver thinking about the next one. » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 4:31 pm Good afternoon/evening everyone. Javaz, your description of family gatherings made me giggle, thanks. I thought that I had escaped it by moving here but we have our own nightmare day here, it’s New Year’s Day. Oshogatsu starting from the morning of the 1st of Jan, is an excuse to drink, eat all day long, sing songs and generally make a fool of yourself. We leave the house after a glass of sake on an empty stomach and set out on a taxi journey of 30 minutes to the house of my mother-in-law/brother-in-law. The minute we arrive we are greeted and offered ozoni, a clear broth with a huge and sticky rice cake in the middle. By the time I’ve tried to chew it and then decide to just swallow chunks of this sticky rice square, I’m full. It sits in my stomach for hours, feeling heavy, making no room for even a sip of water. During the next hour family members, friends and the remnants of the people who work for us, meaning the ones who will stay in Tokyo instead of visiting with families living outside of Tokyo, will start to arrive. We move upstairs to a large tatami floored room, which is often either too cold or too warm and start to park ourselves around the 2 large, oblong tables. The tables are covered with dishes of food, the traditional Osechi, where everything looks so good but is deceiving because it is all very sweet. Sashimi, always just a few inches from my sensitive nose, can’t eat raw food, have an allergy. Sushi freshly made by my sister-in-law and then the usual plate of sliced ham, boiled eggs, tomatoes and broccoli for me. When the 20 odd people are all gathered around the table, my brother-in- law gives a toast for our New year with sake and then the morning begins. I have never seen a group of people having the stamina to literally eat and drink for over 5 hours almost nonstop. With my legs stuck out in front of me under one of the tables, I become uncomfortable after about 30 minutes, try to extract myself often to move around in the cold hallway of the second floor to bring my circulation back and slide under the table once again. When I was younger I used to drink as much as the others but feeling bad for 3 days after we returned, I’ve learned my lesson. Everyone gets a little louder, reddened faces are in a constant grin, eyelids droop and words are slurred but the booze is still being poured while my legs and back are getting stiffer, At 3:30 in the afternoon, I start the traditional pointing at my watch to my hubby, he does his traditional nodding and rolling of eyes, I’m always fooled by his enthusiasm to leave soon for the comfort of our own home, it never comes. My body feeling like a board I search the room for two people who can still stand on their own two legs and ask them to either order a small crane or pull me out from the position that I now seem frozen in and slowly make my way down the stairs to wait for hubby to emerge. After a few irate shouts from the bottom of the stairs, I usually find an able bodied person in the kitchen to tell hubby that if he wants to stay he can but that I’m leaving in about 20 minutes. Sometimes we leave together, he falls asleep in the taxi on the way home, often I leave him there for someone else to bring home. On my lonely return, our furry ones are hungry, I am greeted by irate little faces and swishing tails, both inside an out, Mommy instinct flares as I see to their needs. Crashing on the sofa, I throw my clothes on the floor, catch my breath before I change back into my well worn, comfy sweats, I’m home. I make myself a well deserved cocktail, grab the cordless phone and start my New Year’s international “Happy New Year” calls around the world. Hubby arrives an hour or so later, goes straight to bed, not to emerge until the following afternoon. For another year this performance is over, the slide into the New Year is slow for me, I dream of returning back to the days of champagne before midnight with close friends by my side, the luxury of getting up when I want to the next day, a life without human cranes or cramps………………………………………… » Posted By Kalima On November 25, 2009 @ 4:19 pmComments Posted By Kalima
Ten men and one woman are hanging on for grim life to a rope attached to the bottom of a helicopter.
Visibly moved by the eloquence and power of her speech, all the men start clapping… “
Then, he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. ‘Dear, Dad,” the letter said. “It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing to you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene. I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion, Dad. She’s pregnant. Stacy says that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better.
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