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Eh, she was just mad because I called her on her stalker behaviour. She'll get over it, and it was a public document after all. It's just that when I saw them searching for Miss B specifically, I thought WHAT HAVE I DONE!!?? and so I thought it would be better to quit. It's pretty lame-o anyway. See ya! And good luck! /bee

from somaserious :

Oh, Bee. I guess some people just can't get over themselves (and I'm not talking about you!!). Thank you so much for the well wishes :). Hope when I'm reading again that you will be back stunning us with your cunnery!!!

from beetilda :

Hi. I'm stopping. I made too much drama for myself and realise that it was irresponsible. I'll still be reading you, though!

from somaserious :

Hey, Bee, thanks for the etiquette kudos!! I feel honored...a little politeness always goes a long way... Drama-rama, eh?

from enfinblue :

You're welcome! :)

from somaserious :

thanks, Bee!!!

from hissandtell :

Nope, I can't get in, possum. You're successfully LOCKED! Love, R xxx

from somaserious :

First off, yes, I do want the password to your diary because it's so damn fun to read and I would be very sad if I could not peek in every day! Second, Geoffrey does work, very hard actually. He works on the weekends doing carpentry. No, it's not a full week's worth, but it does help. See, we both decided that we wanted Griffyn to have one of his parents around while he grew up, so no daycare. Plus it's so darn expensive and what Geoffrey would make would be paying for most of daycare, which seems a bit silly. Anyway, that's the story. Don't worry about your big mouth. It's sassy!!! I love it!!! Too bad it got you into trouble...again, I would love to have the password if you would send it my way: [email protected] would be the way to do it...soma

from somaserious :

Nope, haven't missed the surgery. It will be on March 13, this coming Tuesday. Yipes!!! I'm a little freaked out, but am sure everything will go very smoothly. Thank you so much for the thoughts....they are greatly appreciated. soma

from hissandtell :

HA! Love, R xxx

from somaserious :

Ha, you are so funny! Yup, need to do a "100things", but still have to find the time to do it! Where in VT are you going?

from somaserious :

Another thing, where on earth do you hear such funny conversations?

from somaserious :

Thank you for the "Happy Birthday", Bee! Ah yes, talking. Sometimes it can be so overrated, but so overwhelming! G and I have had years of therapy between us, so our "conversations" usually have the, "I hear what you are saying, but..." and goes downhill from there. No, not really. Anyway, that quiche sounds very, very yummy. I'll have to try it. Love the quiche...

from hissandtell :

Oh, sweet goddess -- not drunk eBaying! That's the most high-risk leisure activity known to woman, darling! Far worse than Extreme Ironing! We must stage an intervention here. Quickly. Just think of yourself as like Britney (only with more hair, more brains, more taste, more talent and better mothering skills) and accept you need rehab for this dangerous state of being. Love, R xxx

from somaserious :

Thanks, Bee. Yes, viscious (I think that's how you spell it. I used to be such a champion speller...), nothing wrong with that. Things are better today. If I drank I would have had a huge Blue Curacao margarhita (is that how it's spelled?!) last night minus the salt. Or a Seven and Seven. Or a Jack and Coke. Or...this could go on. But, I no longer drink, haven't since I began my relationship with Geoffrey (he's almost 9 years sober and did not want to have a companion who drank, drugged, etc. So, I stopped. No biggie.). Ah, yes, what we do for love (hee, hee). Yes, I do believe he will miss these big, soft boobies of mine. I know Griffyn will. He still loves them! I stopped breastfeeding when he was a little over a year, but he still loves to snuggle with them. ciao, soma

from hissandtell :

Personally, I can't be sure how balloons act, but I suspect they're capable of feeling the same emotions and longings as us afloatal creatures. In Mia Farrow's autobiography "What Falls Away" she talks about her friendship with the great Salvador: "In a single, unfurnished room of the [St. Regis] hotel, Dali kept a large, beautiful, silver helium balloon that he visited at various times during the day, noting and delighting in its autonomous, barely perceptible movements. 'I am penetrating more and more into the compressed magic of the universe,' Dali said." Well, I think there's something in that for all of us, don't you? (Do let me know if you ever work out what it is.) Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Smooch, dollface. (When I first typed that it looked more like "doofus" -- oopsus!) So anyway, are you going to at least watch da Da Vinci Code now? Enquiring minds need to know! Love, R xxx

from somaserious :

Yes, I've considered the whole have another baby. There is no problem there and I have just as much of a chance to breastfeed as I did before surgery. Yes, my boobs will get bigger, but they shouldn't go back to what they are now (DD, YIKES!!!!). It's very rare for that to happen. No worries about your thoughts. I always welcome that kind of thing. That's so funny about sledding. For two hours that's all I did today!!! I definitely don't have Angelina Jolie's lips (I think you have to have a license for lips that luscious. I wonder if she can whistle?). I've had diaryland dreams, too. So weird! I'll have to give Belinda a listen. I lost interest after she left the Go-Go's (one of the best bands ever...vacation, all I ever wanted...). Sounds like the siren suits her.

from hissandtell :

I refused to read da Da Vinci Code (I despise populist pap, and besides which I'd already read every single Holy-Blood-Holy-Grail type book ever published anyway, so I felt there was no new startling information there either to shock or stimulate me) -- but J and I watched the film recently on satellite and I LOVED it. I just thought that Ron Howard handled it very cleverly as a thriller, and it's one of the few thrillers I've seen that actually kept me riveted to the end. So there. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Ah, Belinda, Belinda, the night that we fell under the spell of the moon... Oh, the woman is a goddess and I adore her. Love, R xxx

from somaserious :

Ouch! Say, do you strengthen that leg at all? Especially the front and back thigh muscles? That really, really helps stabilize the knee joint and could prevent any future annoyances. Take it from a massage therapist who knows her stuff...strong muscles!!! Going to a physical therapist would be a really wise thing to do. They would show you the right exercises to perform. Give it a try, Bee.

from somaserious :

Yay for Taking Steps. Must have felt extremely gratifying. Hope all goes well with that. Congrats on the guitar, too:) I've played the piano since I was 5. Playing music is so relaxing.

from hissandtell :

Compusively? Where the hell did the ell go? x

from hissandtell :

Since I often find myself compusively doing inappropriate (or, at the very least, imprudent) things with spoons -- and indeed all cutlery and flatware generally -- I'd certainly be most grateful for a list of acceptable/non-acceptable applications. (Once you and Ned have disentangled yourselves from each other's clutches, that is.) Love, R xxx

from somaserious :

Potluck is a great word! It makes me think of gooey baked beans and potatoe salad and spaghetti. MMMM, comfort foods. Yeah, counseling...thanks for the encouragement. I know that it would be great for us and I'm just going to make an appointment 'cause my sis said that I could leave the Griff with her. She's a school nurse at the local elementary school and is available right after school! Oh joy. You certainly entertain a lot! Wish I had that in my life. I LOVE getting together with friends and eating and talking and listening to music and possibly dancing if the moment calls for it. Fun:) Hope your day is grand!

from somaserious :

Barfy Bee!!!! Glad to hear that you're hungry again :) Thanks for the movie reference. Trekkie fun! Soma

from somaserious :

Hey, Bee. Sorry about the stomach ugliness. That really, really sucks. No points for me, I'm flaking on the movie reference. How about a teency hint? Yeah, I don't look my age, either. And I have very long hair (almost to my waist) which is red (not natural, though it looks like it is. Yea me!). And I'm really short I(barely five feet tall). And...nuff said for now :)Hope you feel better. I abhore stomache viruses.

from somaserious :

Thanks, Bee. Yeah, boobies....I'm pretty excited, all in all. And money, I just vent once in a while. It's mostly a frustrating thing since our belts are cinched so tightly right now, but it won't be that way forever. Hope you are having a great day :) And, that's so wonderful that you got a yummy massage! I've never tried the hot stones but plan on trying it sometime soon. I get a massage every other week, have a trade with a woman in my building. It's so nice, and so necessary for me if I want to keep working the way I do.

from somaserious :

I have no idea what Lexomel is, but Lexapro is a drug, called a seratonin re-uptake inhibitor (say that really fast), that controls anxiety. I have pretty bad anxiety that needs controlling once in a while and Lexapro puts everything in the clear for me and doesn't let my brain get out of control (think: hamster on a wheel).

from somaserious :

I think that when you "gorge" yourself you are just stuffing food in as fast as you can, almost as if you were a bulemic filling your mouth with food and being totally disconnected from the experience. And, I would tell someone to go get stuffed if they absolutely deserved it....see my newest entry as soon as I write it!

from somaserious :

Thanks for the definitions. I'll google later. I believe the full-until-your-eyes-pop feeling word is "gorged", as in, "I competely gorged myself on goodies." I think. Sounds good...

from somaserious :

okay, what are "feves" and a "gallette"? I love learning new words!

from somaserious :

The artwork is by Michael Parks. I only wish I could paint that well...

from somaserious :

Oh, I'm trying to be "non-frozen". At least we have some snow and went sledding yesterday (yippee!!). Griffyn has absolutely no fear. yeah, it's cold, but that doesn't really bother me.

from somaserious :

No, I'm not French. When you were talking about your horse you wrote something in French. So, you are British? I feel silly even asking. I'm American (do they even say that anymore?) and was born outside of NYC (Flushing, NY) and moved to Vermont when I was two. The ceilidh sounds fun. How do you pronounce that? It sounds very Celtic.

from somaserious :

Howdy, Bee. What is a "ceilidh"? And, are you French?

from somaserious :

Such sadness....but pets are part of the family and I love pets! I lost a kitty, Mr. Pickles, last summer to a car. I was so devastated and still am to this day. I miss him so much, miss his drool whenever you pet him, miss his cuddliness. Could go on. Yes, Vermont is amazing, I agree. If you're ever in Manchester,VT, let me know and I would be glad to give you a massage! Shades of assholeness...hmm, that would be a great character study. Wish I were a fly on the wall. Be well, soma

from somaserious :

howdy, bee. Funny, I was going to write you a note the other day and just never got around to it...life it pretty cool that way. yeah, toddler stuff is a bit kooky, but the Griff is so worth it! He's the most amazing human. Miss B sounds incredibly cute... I wanted to write you that your diaries are very funny and wicked and a kick to read. How did you find mine? I just saw your name and had to poke around. By the way, dangerspouse is hilarious!! hope all is dandy your way, soma

from hissandtell :

I am going to form an all-girl punk-goth band and call it The Morbid Boobs. I, of course, will assume the Courtney Love position (as it were). Can I count on your support, beet? Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Darn. I don't think I get booty calls any more (although I am ever-optimistic someone might call), so I guess that means no powder-blue Chanel handbag for me. Sometime's life's a bitch, ain't she? Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Why, of course! In fact, I insist! x

from hissandtell :

Margaritas, arranged attractively on platters with a bit of glitter and a few sequins flung cavalierly over them, are always v. popular at the smartest smoorgasbordy parties, I find. (Oh, and if you must feed the freeloading masses, fairy bread cut into amusing and creative shapes - perhaps trapezoids, suns and pointy penises - always go down a treat.) No, no; thank me later. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Now you just quit all that unproductive and debilitating stressing-business and get on with the real reason we're put here on this earth, missy - which is, of course, that there's serious goddessing to be done! Love, R xxx

from betseytacy :

i forgot to add that i used to read the penrod books aloud to my youngest two children. we have a hole in the kitchen ceiling up into the room above where a stovepipe for the old kitchen stove used to go up through. i took a round tall can and attached ropes to it so that we could have our own "ele-vay-tor" to send lunch up to my daughter and her friends... "ting! ting! ele-vay-tor" meant they should draw it up through the hole in their floor! we had many hours of fun playing that. that daughter of mine now has daughters of her own... ages ten and five. and my daughter has read to all three of her children since they were babies... they STILL all get a story at bedtime.

from betseytacy :

hey there!!! yes, i love booth and yes, i love maud! my other most favorite author is evan hunter. i live just an hour from mankato and have taken the walking tour, have seen the mural at the library, i was able to buy a set of the betsy, tacy & tib dolls and the ornaments. that series was such a part of my childhood! i've been reading them since i was five (back in '54). so tell me... what is a "brill guesser"? lol

from hissandtell :

Well, you know, when I first saw your name I assumed you were Australian. It's that whole "tilda" thing, obviously - except that we tend to waltz them 'round these parts... Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Ha - I used to get told that all the time. Of course, even Chrissie doesn't look much like Chrissie any more (growing old is such a bastard) - she lives quite near my mum (where I am right now, actually) on a big farm and has gone all back-to-nature. I wonder if she still wears torn fishnets and tarty school uniforms while she's chasing cows around a paddock? (And have you ever seen the 80s film "Monkey Grip" with Colin Friels and Our Chrissie, btw?) Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Well, it could be worse. I'm not quite certain how, but I'm sure it could be. (Huge+sloppy+smelly+deeply+offensive+turd, maybe?) Lotsa love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

That settles it - I MUST get a 10x mirror immediately. Who knows what horrors are lurking deep within my fair flesh? I might be growing wasp larvae in there for all I know! Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

I'm so sorry; thank goddess it was peaceful. You're both so blessed to have shared each other's lives for so long. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

I'm so very sorry to hear about your cat, darling. Having lost our much-loved dog-baby last year, I do know how it rips your heart apart to try to deal with it. I'm thinking of you. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Thanks, babe - we're fine. Lots of gales and a drizzle of rain for several hours, but nothing at all major. We're lucky the cyclone crossed the coast where it did, which was north enough to miss us - not like the poor bastards who've lost their homes and farms. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Oh, dear dear. So everything's just plodding along as usual, then? Love you! R xxx

from hissandtell :

Have fun, doll, and think of me! I've bought TWO Marc Jacobs "Stam" bags in the past couple of weeks (one black - HK knockoff; one green - authentic). (But shhh...don't tell my husband...) I just adore their funky vintage bohemian design - and their BIG brass chains. Now I fear I'm addicted to those cute little Juicy Couture enamel charms of rodeo queen hats and tiaras and corsets and boudoir shoes and crowns to hang off them. Sigh. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Well, I watch Rachel Ray all the time, even though she pisses me right off and I want to pinch her hard for no other reason than to stop the inane flirty little gratuitous giggles she always gives. She is awfully cute in that perky Marie Osmond (post startled-eyebrows surgery) kind of way, though. I wonder if I'm jealous too? (Actually, Ina Garten is my true love. The woman is a goddess, and I worship the very ground she walks barefoot on.) Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Pat was accidentally encatenated in the crockpot? That would make it ah, ummm, let me guess ... cock and pussy soup? (Oh, I can't believe I said that out loud!) Love, R xxx

from nicim :

I found your through Hissy - the great Potentate of Diaryland. You are wonderful. It will be me poring through old entries the next few days just to catch up. XXOO N

from hissandtell :

Okay, I have no idea who your trainwrecks are but I really want to know, please. And who's Jane? PLEASE email me with the names so I can check them out; now that I'm too curious for words or even shrieks and all. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

You're so cute when you're drunk. I just want to get you down and tickle you. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Oh - I have a few ceramic blackbird ones, you see. Awfully cute and chirpy little blokes they are too. x

from hissandtell :

Darling miss bee, I really must know - are these pie birds (of which you endlessly extol the virtues) of the real bird-shaped variety, or of the boring old traditional funnel-shape, or of excitingly avant-garde shapes like crocodiles and mammies and Diana, Princess of Wales? Please put me out of my misery. And please oh please post photographs! (Also of handbags.) I'm beggin' ya, Jerry! Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Off to ned with you! And I hope he gives you what you need, missy! Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

NOOOOOO!!!!! Come back. I need you to talk about handbags again - I'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms from your fabulous writing! Love you, R xxx

from size10 :

"Apa khabar, Beetilda?" - How are you, Beetilda? (also means Hello). Thanks for dropping a note. I think the language you were referring to in the diary is Malay. I am from Malaysia. Hope you have a smashing new year... - "Selamat Tahun Baru!"

from hissandtell :

Oh no, your poor Prada! I feel its wound as if it were my own. (Wound, not bag - but perhaps that, too.) I wish I could stop buying handbags. I realised yesterday that I have bought seven these past two months alone - all hellishly expensive, and all sitting there on top of their little cloth bags, still unused. I have a sickness and I need a good slap. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Swanning, huh? I'll have you know I haven't stopped all morning, missy. Why, I've given instructions for the day to two stockmen, unpacked 20 new boxes of incense (and tried them out), read six chapters of my book and played with the puppies. I'm exhausted, I tell you. Exhausted. And what's more, it's way past time for cheesecakey. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Your Bonkability research sounds a little like a variation of "Fuck or Die" we sometimes play - it's along the lines of, "How much would you have to be paid to sleep with ---?" Sometimes, of course, it's not very much at all (for, say, Colin Firth) and other times it gets up into the hundreds of millions of dollars (for, say, Donald Trump). Oddly, I'd never considered sex toys as part of the equation to bolster ugly men's attractiveness. (Well, maybe just a dear little leather blindfold and a neoprene hood...) Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Useful? Who asked that? Why, da noive! Let's get together and pinch him or her! I'm with you, babe - if I ever did anything useful (not that I'm contemplating it any time soon, you understand) I suspect it would make for poor light entertainment. Maybe that sort of thing's better kept for the splendid missionaries' monthly presentations at the local CWA or WI meetings. x

from hissandtell :

Gorgeous entry, doll! Deer bonking and real estate - possibly two of my favourite topics. And you, um, nailed 'em (antlered 'em?) in one! Love, R xxx

from gumphood :

you make sex seem sexy hurrah comment!

from gumphood :

By that I meant diaryland in general...not yours personally. Jesus. nice second impression!

from gumphood :

Yes. I figured taht it probably wasn't ABOUT me. hehe. I like rants. Obviously. I am at this site. ;)

from gumphood :

now I am worried that I am one of those 5 types of people and I should never talk to you.

from hissandtell :

Well, you're sounding awfully chipper, missy - out there among the supersized people! But no Violet Crumbles? Just because they're not Irish? Well, goodness; that seems unreasonable. Do you want me to send you some in a care package? Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Okay, that system of dary-links hasn't worked since the last DL crash. For links to any other sites, including diaries, you do: <A HREF="http://beetilda.diaryland.com/index.html">beetilda</A> (or whatever - just the http between the quotation marks, and title/descriptor in the carrot-thingies). Hope you feel better soon. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Giant swelling yabbos? Well, gracious! I've never heard of such a thing. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

I let you be my Flower Girl? Gosh, I must have liked you, brat or not. Ah, if only my country had acknowledged the significance of my wedding day with a national holiday - or even a pissy street parade. And Lou? How bizarre. Why, everyone knows my name starts with an "R"! Love, L xxx (oops!)

from hissandtell :

Thank you, darling, and welcome! Now I expect we'll have to actually DO something in the diaryring - have a little meet-and-greet cocktail party somewhere central to everyone, maybe. Smooch! Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Um, I'm not sure I understand your question, darling! Do you want to join a diaryring or start one? If it's joining them, just trawl through the Diaryrings Directory on the left near the bottom of this page, and join whichever rings you want. I think that mainly people just ask you to add their codes to your diary so their ring-links show up. Actually, I think you should join my practclmagic diaryring (http://members.diaryland.com/edit/ringadmin.phtml?ring=practclmagic) to start with - not that we actually do very much, or have wildly exciting social gatherings or drunken reunions or anything - really, we just share a quiet fondness for noisy Midnight Margaritas (and Goran Visnjic...) Email me [email protected] if you need any help (and I may even reveal my real name to you!). Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Congratulations on your anniversary (not to mention the fact that you still adore your husband - how refreshing!) And have a sparkling Bealthaine/Bealtaine/Beltaine/Beltane, darling - have fun jumping the bonfire (or whatever you decide to jump...) Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Yay for Irish curries, being drunk and not washing up! (And for Prada and Chanel handbags too, you lucky bitch.) Smooches, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Oh, dear. Are you feeling any better yet? I'm sorry to hear you're feeling like five kinds of shit. Go and yell at a few people (and pinch them, too, if it helps), have a couple of pitchers of margaritas and take your time getting back to normal. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Oh, you sweetheart. Somehow, I rather suspect my goddessing could be vastly improved if I only had a new Prada bag! You really should post photographs, you know. (And the unfixed DL coding business is really starting to depress me, too. No, wait - not depress - what's that other thing like that? BLOODY PISS ME RIGHT OFF, maybe?) Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Darling, I tried to leave you a note two entries ago about your drunken Yellowtail ramblings, which I enjoyed enormously. Of course DL was hideously crippled then, and now I can't remember a single witty thing I intended to say. But just know the thought was there, alrighty? Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Yes, I managed to wheedle dongerboy into sending a CD of dongersongs to keep me rolling and rollicking here Down Under. Hey, I'm sure if you g-mailed him and back-dated your note, he'd never even suspect any subversiveness! And where, missy, did you come by Violet Crumble bars? Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

LOVE this entry. My worst was when I was on the phone slamming a poisonous bitch who'd slammed me about a report I'd written, and the line was crossed and the poisonous bitch heard it all. I'm glad she did, but it meant I lost the opportunity to tell it to her face first, damnit. But my favourite time was in a crowded elevator with my hungover friend R as he described in great detail how he'd finally succumbed - drunkenly and regretfully - to the predatory stalkings of a much older woman (actually his boss) the night before, and how carnally insatiable she'd been. And when the lift opened and everyone piled out, the woman emerged as well. From the look on her face, I rather suspect she'd heard his hissed whisperings and worked out just who it was he'd been talking about. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Oh, sweetie. I'm so sorry, Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Ooooh, Stilton. Isn't it just absolutely the best with port, Bosc pears and walnuts? (Not semen, though, as dongerspouse once suggested - although I may have misread that.) Any chance of some photographs of Connecticut architecture, now? Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Oh, darling. I'm sorry you're in a decline. I've been as cranky as a cut snake for the past couple of days, surrounded by men who are unable to pick up after themselves, put a fucking coke can in the rubbish bin or pull up a doona to cover a bed. I keep thinking, "Why do I have to ASK you to do these things - surely you should just know by now they have to be done?" Who do they think does these things for them? Fairies? I wish you could just drop out for a couple of days and relax in a bubble bath with lots of candles and champagne; at least I get rid of my mess soon, so I'm thinking that's what I'll be doing. Bastards. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Now, I know you might find this hard to believe, but the other day I was actually reading about the largest human faeces on record - and now I'm damned if I can recall how long it was. I think it emanated from an Indian man, but I might be getting confused with the longest fingernails... However, had you had the presence of mind to photograph your private club megaturd, you could have proudly posted it on ratemypoo.com: a site at which I've never quite been able to bring myself to look. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Oh, thank you again for your kind remarks and the link in your entry. And hey, if I were a lesbian (and you were, like, really butch) I'd go for you too: drunk, sober or g-droppin'. (In fact, as I recall from my university linguistic studies, with g-dropping it's just a question of where you put your tongue at the end of the word. And I like to think there's a lesson there for all of us, don't you?) xxx

from hissandtell :

Rhonda Wilkens! Baby, it works for me! (Secretly, I was kind of hoping for a hyphenated middle name, but there you go. Maybe Rhonda-Sue? Or Rhonda-Fae? Rhonda-Rae?) Incidentally, I completely appreciate Alicia, which, in the uncertain hamlet of Dingopatch, would almost certainly be spelled "Ayleeysheeya" and would possibly even have a few extraneous "z"s in there somewhere as well. Anyway, I visualise Rhonda in tight lycra bike pants with a crop-top exposing a HUGE arsecrack, stretchmarked belly and saggy tits, and with a few kids named Shawnn Jonn, Jakobb Dwyatt, Tyfyny-Krystyl and Shyanne-Shania hanging off her arms. And really, apart from the children, it's not far off. Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

So, huh, what's my name? Sadly, I suspect my real name is redneck enough, without requiring major modification. In addition, my years spent working in the uncertain hamlet of Dingopatch turned me into quite the Daisy Mae Scragg, I fear. Anyway, I can't wait to read your Hulking Turd story - I have one, also (a story, not a hulking turd) and damnit, I wish I'd thought to write about it... Love, R xxx

from hissandtell :

Oh, you're too wonderful, saying such nice things. And thanks so much for the mention in your diary. Next time I update my profile, I shall be delighted to add you too. Now - an eskie: I can't remember writing that, but I'm glad you've sorted it out. (Incidentally, New Zealanders call them "chilly bins" - pronounced "chully buns", of course, since they have inordinate problems pronouncing vowels over there). And the rum? No, I don't think I ever have - but I shall be sourcing it next time I'm in a big city. And the ex-babysitter's sister? No, I suspect not; sorry. Oh, and the dog? Isn't she the cutest thing on four legs? I'll pass on your sweet remarks to her - she's adoring her new superstar status as a spinner of some renown. Love, R xxx

from dangerspouse :

BABY!! Thanks for the head's up on the Scotch sale. Woo freakin' hoooooo! I must admit - and I feel like a real pussy just writing this - but Islays have never been on particularly friendly terms with me. All I taste is iodine when I get some of the bigger models (especially Laphroig). Anyway, yeah, I'll definitely check around to see if I can find some deals like that up my way. You're the best, babe! Regards, and all that :)

from hissandtell :

Hi - just dropped by via a note you left at dongerboy's. Hey, I love claw-footed bathtubs, too! And I lapse into (bad) French at the drop of a hat. And I often get called "Canary" because of my keen sense of smell. (Except that now I'm all depressed I didn't think of including any of those attributes in my own 101 List.) Love, R xxx

from yayanaya :

Heya! I'm back, took me a while but I got there! Miss me? Still totally loving your diary, so yay! Yayanaya x

from dangerspouse :

Ok, you're STILL gone. What a life - one vacation after another! Dang it all, I knew I shoulda stayed in school. Oh well, eagerly awaiting your return...again... :)

from dangerspouse :

Welcome back!! Too bad you didn't take the opportunity to trim off some of the Alpacas' neck fur and make yourself a nice shawl or something. Oh well, next time. Hey, thanks for the note at my place with the leather gift idea! Yeah, Coach seems to be a pretty popular choice with you ladies. If only I could afford it!! Have a great one :)

from dangerspouse :

Oh my god what a spread! (Um...the food, not on you). What a terrific sounding repast for a hot night - kudos! And listen - you're only a few miles down the road from me. How 'bout dropping by with some of that hootch one of these days? You can even stay for a few minutes to sample a drop with us! Generous, no? :)

from dangerspouse :

Hiya Bee!! Wow, thanks so much for checking out my diary, and for leaving such a KICK ASS plug for it in your own! You rock, babe! Really, I'm flattered. Great note you left, too :) I'm looking forward to coming back and flipping through your archives. Good luck with the dinner - post the menu! Tom :)

from i-cleave :

Dearest Bee, thank you for the compliments! Yes, well, I have no job to speak of, and with Pablo at work all day, I now have an incredible amount of free time in which I can update my diary as obsessively as I please. And I'm so, so excited to be going to London! I definitely do intend on visiting Bath and Cornwall... the only thing I'm worried about is the food, because I'm told it's awful. Oh, and my old diaries are no longer on the up and up, I'm afraid... I've taken them offline, because I didn't think anyone would be interested to read them! Boo. Thanks for your comments, and if you get a guestbook soon, I'll swing by to sign yours as well! Fondly, -Zelda

from yayanaya :

Hey, you're still around, i came back after ages and wondered what had happened! On form as ever I see, keep up the good work! I'll be checking back now I know where to find you!

from i-cleave :

I do enjoy Joyce on the whole (I loved "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" and "Dubliners") but ULYSSES is one book I can't trudge through. Incidentally, thanks for your kind wishes. I'm flattered you think I'm worth a read. And I think I'm more reckless than audacious...

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