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Oopsie, the turtle hissed like a..ferocious beast. Fercious? Did I just invent a word?

Leafy, your toad house made me laugh. Two summers ago I put a clay pot, that had one side broken off ( I notice my husband or my son never accidentally break their stuff) in the herb garden in the lower part of the yard. I wanted to attract frogs, toads. A while after that I was working there and heard a hiss. I jumped back. I grabbed my hoe and lifted up the pot. This box turtle charged me with lightening speed and hissing like a fercious beast. Seriously, I have never seen a turtle move so fast. I said, "Okay, okay, sorry to bother you." It was wetter that year and that area seems to hold moisture better than any other part of the yard. I saw several turtles that year in that area. I didn't see any last year. The clay pot is still there. gc, you go girl with the roses. I can propogate from standing rose bushes but no luck with cut ones from a florist. I am jealous. You have to send pictures after you transplant the fuschia. You have inspired me to try my hand at a fuschia.

I crave cucumber sandwiches about once a month. I got to looking for the dillweed to add to the spread I put on the bread. No dillweed. I KNEW I had dried some from the garden and had it in the cupboard. Could not find it. I march off to the grocery store to purchase dillweed. I came back home empty-handed. Do you know what they wanted for a tiny jar? Almost six dollars. Now I know why I grow herbs. Yes, they are all legal!! Ha! Ha! I grew frantic as the English Cuke approached the no turning back stage of its life. I paid three dollars for that baby. In a panic I emptied the cupboards. There was my dillweed. I kissed the container. Cucumber sandwiches, come to mama. So, just to be sure, I will grow extra herbs this summer. The price in the stores are beyond vulgar. gc, why not transplant the Fuschia to the bottom tier. Then you would have a Fuschia waterfall effect. Just a thought! Watered Garden, now I most assuredly know we are sisters. How many other girls would ask for a compost bin for their birthday, anniversary or mothers day. Any garden tool, bush, tree, plant, seeds, pot, water feature is the way to my heart. My family knows they better nevuh, evuh give me cut flowers. Most are hybrids or have been treated and can not be propogated. I have tried. I went out back today to start digging my pond but the soil was too wet. I am not complaining about that one. Woo hoo!!! The soil is still too wet!!! That has not been the case here in a very, very long time.

OperaBuff, honey, you are talking our culinary language. During the winter we have a casserole/stew 4 to 5 times a week. Comfort food, baby.

Happy and blessed birthday, Leafy. Yes, honey, we are going to do some gardening this year.....!!!!

When I read the title Reverse Speech my first thought was....mom, dad, wow, bob, etc., etc.

Refer this young "minister" to Romans 5:12, 14 and 17. I remember those twi days... being made to feel less than because I didn't make the grade. I couldn't set a table right, my house not clean enough, etc., etc. My first one was born with a tornado strapped to his butt. I was told there must be something wrong because he was so wild. All my red-headed boys still have a tornado strapped to their butt. I would not have them any other way. They have never been in trouble with the law. They have grown up to be the most respectful, respectable, productive citizens. I wonder if my tormentor's children turned out to be as perfect as them?..? And boy do I remember those submissive lectures. Grrrr, still to this day when I think about it. It never was is the husband as submissive to the Father as the Lord was. They were the ones screwed up...not you and certainly not you. Sweetheart, Watered Garden, dear sweetheart, I am going to talk to you like we are sister honey girlfriends and sitting on my sofa chatting with each other......... What the heck are you still doing at this church? Obviously, some leader or teacher does not know their Bible. Born again...all are members one and the same in the Body of Christ. Yes, we have different callings and ministries and gifts. Man is not superior to woman. A dangling genitalia does not give rights to lord over or even lead or teach people. Woman is not inferior to man. The only man that is above all is Jesus Christ. It sounds like you have been doing twi all over again. Free yourself, sister girlfriend. Secrets of the Vine is a very evil book. My opinion of course. Remember, Father God Almighty wants no less or will do no less in your life than He wanted or did For His Son, our Savior, our Brother. Jesus and I have the same Father. Think about that. The operative word here being Father. A loving Father makes, brings on or even allows sickness, disease or tragedy for His children. No way!! Absolutely, not in Him. I would walk away from that church and not look back. Don't allow yourself to be treated like this anymore. Honey, your life is too valuable. Do you jump out of bed ready with glee in your heart to attend there? Do you feel like you want to punch a teacher in the face if you hear one more thing about how less than you are? Heck, I want to punch them for you. Study and fellowship at home. Have folks over. You asked is it Biblical to go around feeling guilty. You feel guilty about being a woman? Who made women? You think Father made a mistake? You think He didn't know what He was doing? Did Jesus Christ die and was resurrected for men only? Not you? See, how ridiculous it can all get. Listen to your Father, honey, not those reprobates spewing pharisee doctrine in that church. Doctrines of men.....see what it has done to you, sweet Watered Garden. Seems, I remember a while back you said you were not sure about this new preacher....there was something about him you were not sure of. I forget exactly what you posted. Now you know.....you are walking by that Spirit, sister girlfriend. You know it is not Biblical. It is not right. You have been much in my thoughts.

I would rather communicate with my precious doggie pet, Darla, that passed away.

I buy milk from a goat farm that is just up the road from us. I make yogurt from that.

What I want to know is....WHAT was happening July 2, 2008 at 11:49 am that there was 5,146 most users ever online? What was so hot that morning?

I think the point of the epistles is to have. If you don't have it how are you going to give to him that needs? There is a radical church in town that I attend from time to time. The teacher/speaker is hard core about loving EVERYBODY everywhere all the time. They are very different. I do like their focus most of the time. My son likes the youth fellowships. They tackle topics with the youth that most churches would consider taboo. I am telling ya, the kids love this church. Everytime the word is put out that the local foodbanks are in need this church announces it and tractor trailers are filled with food to be distributed to these foodbanks. They gave a total of $100,000.00 (in cash besides the food) to the foodbanks and the free clinic in 2008. This past Christmas this church bought 1500 pairs of shoes and winter coats for all 5th graders in our district. Something like 50% of 5th graders have never had a new pair of shoes because they get hand me downs. Last Christmas this church bought shoes and coats for all children in one elementary school. They also gave money for a new play ground to be built in the most needy elementary school in the district. Their attitude is we are to give to the community. Once a year they buy two homes. One is given to a single mother in need and the other to a widow in need. This church has free marriage and financial counseling for however long you need it.

Bramble's post #3, last paragraph. Reminds me of an incident that happened to a friend of mine about 5 years ago. She is Jewish her husband is Christian. Wonderful, wonderful family. They and the three children are a very close knit family. She was at her son's soccer game. Just watching the game. Out of the blue, a preacher's wife comes over and stands in front of my friend. With one hand on her hip and a finger pointing from the other hand, says rather loudly, "You are going to hell if you don't change. What do you think about that?" My friend said, "I think you should move so I can watch the game." Yummy, yum. Well, hey, who wouldn't want to be like preacher wife? All that love oozing and flowing surely won over many folks that day. Ya'll know I am a follower of the Lord Christ Jesus. He didn't beat up folks like that. I despise the pharisees of today that shroud themselves with the term Christian. That self zealous, mean, nasty, hateful, I know it all-you do not, I have all the answers-you do not, if you don't follow my belief you are doomed to hell, holier than thou crap literally makes me sick. I am not talking about anybody on this forum and I am not saying all Christians are religious. I am just expressing my observations/encounters in every day life. You guys have read my story about the man in our community who is now an atheist because he brought black children to play basketball at the church. The deacons showed up and told him he better make them leave. And the comment that Karen made to me when they decided to start attending church. She said we were treated better by our biker friends in the bar. Yes, I think Jesus would feel more at home (love, baby, love) in a biker bar than at a lot of churches. Heck, I know I do!!! I can't get into that short leather skirt anymore so I gotta stay home!! A hardy guffaw!

Durn heathens, I don't pray (prey) for or on nun uv um!!!! I dooz luvz everybodies, tho.

waysider...Jan. 2 we had braut's and kraut, all, of course, cooked in beer with onions, peppers. They rest of ya'll must be fuddie duds!!! Funny..laughing!!!

Happy Birthday Tom Strange.... I am giggling. Sudo said happy birthday to yet another old coot around here...then GeorgeStGeorge posts the buxum tanned contortionist. Kimberly gal, said to herself.."yeh, I remember when I could do that with a smile on my face."

Mickey Mantle is on the wall of my son's room. Let us keep his name far, far away from anything even remotely related to twi. Mickey Mantle is so above and more supreme.

What's A Mantle? Well, shucks darn. Every good Southern person knows that is over the fireplace. The mantle is the sacred place for the pictures of our babies, family and life.

Ham was the middle child, Shem was the youngest. Out of Ham came Nimrod. From Shem came Abram..the bloodline of the Promised Messiah. I have learned to seek the counsel of Jewish folks when it comes to Old Testament stuff. I have Jewish friends I can call on when I have questions. I still attend Synagogue and a Messianic church periodically to keep up my learning of the Old Testament. Yikes, do they all have the knowledge and understanding!!! I was told it was sexual...Ham and his mother. Thus, the cursing......

Jeff, I am still chuckling over that youtube. As you all know, I am 52 and blessed to have a teenager in the 10th grade. He gave me a beautiful Christmas card. Inside he wrote, "Mom I love you so, so, so much. I don't know what I would do without you." I cried. And gave up a huge sigh, literally. Mercy sakes. His precious life is still putty in my hands. My work is not done. Just when I wonder...you know those teenage days...is he getting what I am teaching him?...has it taken a good solid root that will not be pulled up?...aaahhh, even though the eyes may roll at times the ears are still listening. I am a mean ole mama. Cheranne you are good about finding that sort of stuff. There was an e-mail a while back about I am a mean mama. It kind of went along with the youtube Jeff posted.

I can't resist. My sister's pet name for me is fruitcake; based solely on personality, of course. God help us if booze ever entered the scenario.

What did ya'll do to bring in the New Year? You know my exciting life. I was here!!! I did watch the son blow up his fireworks. He still thinks the simple good ole firecrackers are the coolest. New Years day I helped my friend Barbara host her yearly party. There were 28 guests. For appetizers we served boiled shrimp, jalapeno pimento cheese and crackers, okra flowers, veggie tray and a fruit tray. The lunch was collards, black-eyed peas, cheese grits, a sirloin tip roast with a ginger infused au jus, eggs benedict with hollandaise sauce, biscuits and corn muffins. For dessert there was walnut fudge, shortbread cookies, coconut macaroons and chocolate cream pie. And, yes, we cooked all this. We even made the crackers. Some foods were made a day ahead. There is a tradition in the South on New Years Day. Eating collards means you will be blessed with financial wealth (collards are green and represent money) and eating black-eyed peas means you will have health. There are many many folks from every spectrum of life that adhere to this. I don't eat black-eyed peas. They taste like dirt to me. Ya'll have any traditions?

This could, in fact, be a very real thing. Hey, who knows. I don't navigate very well, so the CDC site was overwhelming. There are proponents that vaccination shots are responsible for autism. Who knows. I think all avenues should be researched and not dismissed until it can be 100% proven that this or that does or does not cause or contribute to a disease/malady or disorder.

Gee golly, as I re-read, sowwree my humor in post #5 (I think it was) was not guffawed by all. Me thimks (not a typo) all religion is cultish, whatever the denominational title. I did not have problems reading the Bible after TWI. Dot, I had no business posting on your topic thread.

I must say you had me thinking when I first read "Tropical Turkey and Spinach Salad. I forgot the spinach salad part and said, "Daggum, what is a tropical turkey? Have I missed something in the culinary world? Is this some kind of Hawaiian bred turkey?" I am giggling with myself for being so silly.

Doojable, I must return the sentiment. This is my number one favorite. Thank you!! We had to learn this poem in highschool and I can still quote it word for word. My 10th grade English teacher (she was much more...she was an educator) taught us Whitman wrote this poem about Abraham Lincoln and his assassination. I can still hear her and see her as this work of poetic art rolled off her lips and poured from her heart so succinctly to reflect Whitman's gut wrenching emotion.