sitting on a cold toilet seat. brrrrrrrrr...
Your turn...
Your turn...
Mine is always toasty warm. he He.sitting on a cold toilet seat. brrrrrrrrr...
Your turn...
Sitting in a 10° apartment because you cannot pay your heating bills out of your $50 State pension. That's what is happening to millions of old people in the ex-Soviet bloc.
That's just to make you stop worrying about a cold toilet seat. Count your blessings!
Awe, I am so sorry. But your sig pic is so lovely.The worst part - is that it happens.
[And effects others as well as myself]
Did I mention - i hate snow - i hate winter.
Its pretty - but like anything pleasant to see - it has its venom.
I see you really are easily amused. (your avatar sig)Crows.
Ok, they're tough - sitting in the top of a sixty foot tree in a 20 mile an hour wind at 15 degrees below zero like it doesn't bother them.
But after the song birds have packed up and headed south and before the Cardinals amble back from wherever they amble to in November, the crows think they OWN the place.
Packs of roaming crow, cruising about in large, aggressive, noisy groups like a bunch of black leather motorcyclers on a drunken tear through a small town in Nevada hassling the House Sparrows, Krestals and Red Hawks and just generally being discourtious to every living thing in the path.
Awe, I am so sorry. But your sig pic is so lovely.
Did I tell you that I love winter and the snow (I really do)
They symbolize death - maybe because they not only live off of death [Ewww]Crows.
Ok, they're tough - sitting in the top of a sixty foot tree in a 20 mile an hour wind at 15 degrees below zero like it doesn't bother them.
But after the song birds have packed up and headed south and before the Cardinals amble back from wherever they amble to in November, the crows think they OWN the place.
Packs of roaming crow, cruising about in large, aggressive, noisy groups like a bunch of black leather motorcyclers on a drunken tear through a small town in Nevada hassling the House Sparrows, Krestals and Red Hawks and just generally being discourtious to every living thing in the path.
Actually you're right. It was ungracious of me, and I apologize. (Friday stress.) Sorry, Kisstheson.I think she counts her blessings all the time. I do too. I have been there many times. That is why my wood stove was such a joy for me, and I was sure grateful to have it. There were times I could not even afford a gallon of milk. So I know all to well the road of hunger and cold.
I think this thread was meant to be uplifting, and have a thankfulness and joy in every situation. Although I admit it is really hard sometimes. But in the joy is where you truly find the face of Christ Jesus. Peace to you.
I have a foot massager that is fuzzy, soft and has a heating component in it. Got it as a gift for Christmas last year, and still am lovin it. Keeps my tootsies warm.Actually you're right. It was ungracious of me, and I apologize. (Friday stress.) Sorry, Kisstheson.
The worst about winter.... Spending half an hour trying to warm my feet after I get into bed. (DON'T tell me I should get an electric blanket...)
I'm with you sister!don't get me wrong, i think some of these are kind of funny, but the worst part for me about winter is hearing people complain about winter! i love all the seasons! i luv to sled and snowboard and ride snowmobiles and have snowball fights! but where i live we only really have two seasons: three months of summer and the rest is winter! so i also love to swim and jetski and play baseball and go 4 wheeling, but i do that in the winter too. we dont get much spring and fall though, just a day or two if we are lucky
Crows.
Ok, they're tough - sitting in the top of a sixty foot tree in a 20 mile an hour wind at 15 degrees below zero like it doesn't bother them.
But after the song birds have packed up and headed south and before the Cardinals amble back from wherever they amble to in November, the crows think they OWN the place.
Packs of roaming crow, cruising about in large, aggressive, noisy groups like a bunch of black leather motorcyclers on a drunken tear through a small town in Nevada hassling the House Sparrows, Krestals and Red Hawks and just generally being discourtious to every living thing in the path.