rachel

Jazzmoose.... Jazzmoose....

oh, I just thought that powdered sugar donuts fit the organissimo forum milieu, as it were....

That one bothers me...what's the other hand doing? And is the hand we can see reaching for junk food? And what's that white powder around his nose? Either it's camera-induced 'shiny nose' from poor application of his pancake makeup ....or powdered sugar from all of the junkfood donuts. As for what his other hand is doing....

...but the bewildered look kinda fits too, at times. (Look how he's concentratin'!)

This is my old favorite:

Happy Birthday Rooster!

.... with a big purple lipstick mark on his cheek.

....and it it weren't for The King (Ubu), I wouldn't be listening to the best darn live Prince shows on the planet. A big purple kiss for you, Ubu...

...wait for me!! Happy Belated Birthday, Free.. I grew up w/ trombone players in the house. Trombone players ROCK!!

wow, Free.... you've certainly put a lot of thought into this....

yeah....and at least we can tell you where we live w/o pointing to our hand.

wow....we may have small heads here, but our Boston Markets still have romaine lettuce and we still have ham.

ahh... but did they have these? seems like everything in Indiana is as big as one's head....

Baby, that ain't your wife, that's your momma...

Catesta: hot Italian guy group Chuck: hot creative older guy group Flirting always takes the edge off for me.

Man ---- would I be up for that!! Her orchestra's performance in Orange County a few years back has been my *most* memorable jazz experience --- bar NONE. I'll drive the first shift; I'll wake you when we get to the first Dairy Queen.

Ah, my high school diet! ditto for moi; however I would have had a Grape Nehi instead of the Pepsi..

Can you slap that 'HOME DELIVERY' sign on the roof of your truck again? Love the arancini. If you can't, I've discovered a terrific Italian place in Zionsville, Indiana, (right in the middle of "fried-tenderloins-as-big-as-your-head country", so it definitely makes a statement...). The owners are straight from Brooklyn and make the best arancini.... warms this transplanted east coast girl's heart. But I bet yours are just as good.

road trip....

Am I the only one giggling at this thread because I keep thinking of the *other* meaning for "piece of pie"? <then 7/4 has to throw in "sushi"....> I think most men on this board would prefer the pie.

thanks Jeff. Just proves the healing power of children, eh?

Ah.... little girls The heart that she made needs to be lovingly stored in a scrapbook of some kind for years to come. March 1 used to be one of those sad 'anniversary' days (my father's passing); now I think I will probably always remember the story of little Soul Streamette's hearts (the one that she made and the six-year-old one filled with innocence and love...)

(what more could you ask for....) Happy Birthday Big Guy!

Ditto what B3-er said.... what a picture you've painted.

Won't be Dale Davis--double D is coming home to Indiana....