tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post6356858392098084563..comments2024-03-27T03:28:56.209-04:00Comments on Ramblings on Romance Etcetera. Etcetera: PonderingsKristie (J)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15743921647882733738noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-47705679391917391162009-03-20T13:04:00.000-04:002009-03-20T13:04:00.000-04:00You know, I've had a few of those questions you ha...You know, I've had a few of those questions you have running through my mind on occasion. But only you could make them sound interesting. I was actually reading, and musing ... yeah, why is it so? Or, oh yeah, I've kind wondered about that too...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-40920619795782096742009-03-20T07:32:00.000-04:002009-03-20T07:32:00.000-04:00Renee: I have 4 of them at my desk - just in case ...Renee: I have 4 of them at my desk - just in case I misplace one of them. I wore a jacket yesterday that I hadn't worn for a while and there was a rubber finger in the pocket. I was ever so happy because that's the one that fits best.<BR/>And laughing over your husbands 'test'. I've never tried it before but enough people did buy them. I don't know what I'd do if I was ever served it. I'm a picky eater to begin with and very unadventuresome in trying new things. I had my first casadia (or however you spell it) only about 6 months ago :-)<BR/>And I'm glad I'm not the only one with a finicky pet. If Zina is walking on floors she clicks when she walks. I'd take her in to have them professionally cut but she's even worse trying to get her into a cat carrier.Kristie (J)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15743921647882733738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-87049948442589751312009-03-20T03:09:00.000-04:002009-03-20T03:09:00.000-04:00((Kristie)) Love this post!I used to love my rubbe...((Kristie)) Love this post!<BR/><BR/>I used to love my rubber finger when I worked doing clerical! Tho' my "rubber finger" over the last few years, is that tacky finger moistener. Especially with filing and cash counting. I'd go out and buy it myself if they didn't have it in the office. It was an addiction. lol<BR/><BR/>Yeah, I grew up with beef tongue for dinner. My husband always has this story about the first time he met my mom. We walked in the front door (near the kitchen) and she came to meet us with a broiler pan full of lambs tongues (she'd put them in a corn tortilla and eat them like a soft taco.) He says it was a total test to see what he'd do. I think she's just so out of touch with how bizarre it was. lol Of course, he said yes, and ate one. He'll eat just about anything! <BR/><BR/>Our 100lb dog (he's a lab) is the same way about clipping his nails. Total baby. You should see him scrabbling around on our wood floors with his long nails. Ridiculous!Reneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07026384330126049496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-84525089246820645522009-03-19T22:36:00.000-04:002009-03-19T22:36:00.000-04:00Barbara: When I worked in the grocery store we sol...Barbara: When I worked in the grocery store we sold beef tongue - and people actually bought them! To eat! *shudder* But it was always the top side up. I wonder if the packaged them upside down - if they would still sell???<BR/><BR/>Tracy: That's another good pondering!!! Why did they think it would be a good idea at the time? Although I'm glad they did. I like liquid soap. When I use it on the luffa thingie and wash with it, when I rinse it off - I kind of tingle in almost painful way - though I do feel ever so cleaner and softer - gets rid of that top layer of skin.<BR/><BR/>Orannia: The human body is an amazing thing isn't it? Not being scientists, we have to wonder about some things - like why do our fingernails grow instead of just falling off like other dead cells.<BR/><BR/>AL: And a good story it is!! It would have been better if I wasn't a little late for work because I was doing it - but it was a place I'd never really looked at before.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>I just hope I'm busier at work tomorrow though.Kristie (J)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15743921647882733738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-89695748750835890612009-03-19T22:08:00.000-04:002009-03-19T22:08:00.000-04:00All the cool people study the underside of their t...All the cool people study the underside of their tongues at some point or another in their lives...<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>that's my story and I'm sticking to it.aztecladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14857872357667370906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-76541634321896307522009-03-19T21:54:00.000-04:002009-03-19T21:54:00.000-04:00I agree with you about tongues...the veins look re...I agree with you about tongues...the veins look really weird! The cool thing about the human body is that things may not look pretty but they are useful :) And when you think about how versatile tongues are - all the taste buds and nerves they carry, they are quite neat ;)<BR/><BR/>And...although this might scare you slightly..the longer you look at your tongue the less weird and the more unusually cool it is :)oranniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14007355589161084262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-46536778325454310182009-03-19T18:32:00.000-04:002009-03-19T18:32:00.000-04:00lol Kristie you forgot: who invented liquid soap a...lol Kristie you forgot: who invented liquid soap and why? :)<BR/><BR/>I have musings like this from time to time but don't actually post them. Maybe I should...or would that be proof to my family I've finally bit the crazy cracker? lol<BR/><BR/>And the rubber finger? Total security blanket but hey, use what you can. {{big hug}}Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05320961506471746567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-52242827512076781622009-03-19T16:47:00.000-04:002009-03-19T16:47:00.000-04:00MsMoonlight: Oh sure! Rub it in that I'm not gett...MsMoonlight: Oh sure! Rub it in that I'm not getting any tongue action - except looking at the underside of mine in a magnified mirror this morning. Why I decided to look at it - I'm don't really know - I had a few extra minutes - and that would explain why I don't get to work early - I'm too busy doing stange things like examining the underside of my tongue and getting grossed out. Well - that's not entirely true - Zina licks me sometimes - usually when I'm trying to sleep.<BR/><BR/>Nath: Well at least I don't have to worry about being upset if you were to win the lap top computer I'm hoping to win. And I'm not impressed with their coffee at all - though they do have good cookies! I don't like their donuts either - specially since they stopped selling coconut flaked ones - those were my favourites.Kristie (J)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15743921647882733738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-56564774555289287412009-03-19T16:34:00.000-04:002009-03-19T16:34:00.000-04:00LOL, Kristie you're great ;) Pnderings...we all ha...LOL, Kristie you're great ;) Pnderings...we all have 'em. <BR/><BR/>Kinda like, why do we park in a driveway and drive on a parkway? We may never know...*wink*<BR/><BR/>And I agree, on close inspection the underside of a tongue isn't the most attractive thing in the world, lol.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-11993479473047265752009-03-19T16:27:00.000-04:002009-03-19T16:27:00.000-04:00Wendy: *laughing* I think we could have an interes...Wendy: *laughing* I think we could have an interesting debate about that. I dream a lot about work too - but to me dreaming of taking out the garbage is much odder. In the dream I'd already taken it out the night before. But when I woke up - I hadn't done it. Although - confession time here - I don't like taking it out the night before. We have some interesting wild life around here like rabbits and skunks and racoons and they get into the night before if you take it out. I drove by one house on the block and their garbage bags had about 3 or 4 holes in it and garbage strewn all over the place. See - I've learned through bitter experience that if garbage has been ripped out of the bags, the garbage people (who probably prefer a different name) don't pick it up. Then when one gets home from work - they have to pick it up themselves. And if it's been a wet day outside and you had a bad day at work - that can be quite nasty to have to do.<BR/><BR/>And who would have thought I could go on so long about garbage? And watch - tonight I'll have dreams about great big huge bags of slimy, smelly garbage monsters, with holes where the eyes should be and yucky, nasty stuff coming out of them attacking me or something!!<BR/><BR/>AL: *batting eyes* Now you can see why it's ever so much better if I'm kept busy. I don't know what I would do if I worked retail late at night when the store wasn't busy - but it was too early to clean up or cash out - and they had already put all the stock away!! I did work in a grocery store but at least they stocked The National Inquirer and The Globe so if it was dead in the store and we had already cleaned all the registers - we could get at least get in some quality reading on the sly. But very few clothing stores stock The National Inquirer.Kristie (J)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15743921647882733738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-57397598787205213242009-03-19T16:00:00.000-04:002009-03-19T16:00:00.000-04:00Such a great post, Kristie!! It sounds like insign...Such a great post, Kristie!! It sounds like insignificant ponderings, but it was very interesting :D<BR/><BR/>I probably am the most unCanadian of all, as I don't drink coffee at all, so I don't sponsor Tim Horton's.nathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02626894830238717124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-58452535877388717272009-03-19T15:55:00.000-04:002009-03-19T15:55:00.000-04:00Hahaha! Those are some interesting ponderings. N...Hahaha! Those are some interesting ponderings. Now about the tongue, it's not for looking at, its for feeling. *grins*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-59905982795556731272009-03-19T15:35:00.000-04:002009-03-19T15:35:00.000-04:00Well it's better than dreaming about work. I alwa...Well it's better than dreaming about work. I always seem to dream about work.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12485867264936716806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897259.post-23935656185357986912009-03-19T15:15:00.000-04:002009-03-19T15:15:00.000-04:00And this is why it's no wonder we love you, Kristi...And this is why it's no wonder we love you, Kristie.aztecladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14857872357667370906noreply@blogger.com