Shanni MacLain

Dancing bananas!

I need one of those for.....home.

Hiding at work working at an apple and mango tea. Last thing I ate, late last night, was a Wottsizzname Shake.

(despite what they say, it's not all protein)

Now I'm sorry I didn't count how many times Cosmo has "SEX" on the cover. I'll have to try that.

Hey....not even I've had sex on a cosmo cover.

Godzilla's Revenge

Make a wish I'll granite.

Delta card or two in my day.

A coconut tart(isn't that what a loose woman from the tropics is called?)and a tall glass of tea. In that order.

Spam drives me nuts!

preparation H

Please don't talk about nipples,Patrick. Mine are listening and they're quite sensitive.

Courtin' in tha' kitchen?

(how deelish!)

pinch

"And world peace, I've got an answer for world peace. We take the money that it'd cost us to build just one B-1 bomber, that one that doesn't work. We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they're getting their shit together anyway."

"We drop this money on the Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham Lincoln come tumblin' down out of the sky. I want them to feel those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it's all warm and soft, oooh! Well we let those Russian people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty's Pilot Shop. And Victoria's Secret!"

"The Russian people have this money in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog, not back in the outdoors section, you know what I'm talking about right? They got the money, they got the catalogs, they're going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy the stuff. We have full employment. There's world peace, and the Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first century! Thank you!"

-Jimmy Buffett, Today's Message, Feeding Frenzy (1990)

"A love song, from a slightly different point of view, that's all."

Thank you Brother Buffett(an altared boy).

A bit

core

erect

Lois is such a flirt, she has an entire collection of all the sexy Victoria's Secret stuff..... and some from Fredericks........

I've become so disappointed in Fredericks over the years. I used to buy all my skimpies from them, but most of it is way garish now. Almost costumey. Easier to find what I want nowadays at Vic's

Shouldn't I wash my hands and my food before I eat?

(He doesn't seem to mind)

school of hard knocks

Perhaps it should be, "On, period woman!"

Hmm. Nah.

"On" "Period" "Woman" (On.Woman?)

Wasn't that a Stevie Wonder song?

"Boogie on period woman..."

Maybe not.

Mad Jack

So that's who that was last night.........

Okay Jack, did you like the red bra or the sheer blue one?

Meanwhile,back at WAG;

cartoon

Is Mad Jack getting familiar with me?

(mmmm okay)

voyeur

I completely agree.  Too many people are afraid to look at their own faults, define them, accept them, and then do something about it.  Not necessarily get rid of them, but redirect them.  Using myself as an example...I have a terrible, terrible temper.  I got it from my dad.  A lot of people who know me very well don't realize that I have a terrible temper, because I've learned which way to direct it, and which way not to!  It's something I can use when I'm completely burned out, and need to rally, but I also know I have to watch out for it when someone is irritating. 

Knowing your faults is every bit as constructive as knowing your strengths.

Nail on the head. There are realms of incident where my temper(hey I'm an Irish girl)gets the better of me, as does my passions(okay in that case). But,as noted,the strength is analysing and redirecting the energy. Easier said than done,I hate noting,but can be considered 'accomplishment' if conquered. Did I just use 'conquered' and 'realms' in a sentence? Sheesh...........

A lovely 12-year old bottle of Jameson's.

Now there's a twelve year old they won't arrest you for wrapping your lips around. There was this one time I was down in Matamoras.....well nevermind.