<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Coreene:
First concert: The Osmonds at the Forum in Inglewood. Of Forum Horse Show fame.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
My first concert was at the Forum too! Except it was REO Speedwagon, and my friend’s dad took us (we were only 13)!
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<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Alternatively, you can duct tape the fallen heroes from the underside and put the bra on - resulting in a nice little Mount Decolletage. Just don’t duct tape should you decide to venture on a flash-and-procure mission at Lowe’s.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Fallen heroes??? 
Heidi, you are too much!!! 
It might not be a good idea to duct tape your boobs up before going on a flashing spree at Lowe’s, but you can go to Lowe’s to buy the duct tape and flash a guy or two while you are there.
When you flash at Lowe’s, you have to consider the location of the security camera (they tend to have “roving” security cameras in a dark-colored tube on the ceiling). If you are shy, you wait until the camera is gone. If you want to give the security staff a thrill, you wait until the camera is in your area.
The TNN channel has been showing James Bond movies during the Christmas holidays (the 007 days of Christmas). I have watched way too many of them. Roger Moore seems like a nice guy, but he just doesn’t cut it as James Bond for me. I like Sean Connery, but I think Pierce Brosnan is the best Bond so far!!!
“You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever!”
Maybe Poncho’s modder can smuggle him - yeah right.
Did someone mention farts? Here I am…making my required post on the subject! 
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>am I the only one who is in fits of giggles when the horses fart? I think it is hysterical.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
No, Coreene. You’re not the only one. Even after riding for 20+ years, I still think it’s hilarious. I REALLY love it when they run around and buck and fart.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>One night we’re at the movies all snuggly-buggly. It was some intense drama. Suddenly the woman in front of us gets up, starts to make this mad dash out of her seat and down the congested row in the dark. Suddenly she grabs her stomach, leans over the back of her chair and BARFS! Of course, it projects right into my Boy Toy’s lap!!!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Oh my god!!! How totally AWFUL!!!
“You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever!”
Well…Y’all were right. My little heart is in a million pieces on the floor right now.
Going to try and work things out with the SO…and he’s PERFECT in so many ways. I need a replacement FAST. ANYONE in NOVA/MD/DC got a brother or friend for me?
EMPLOYED!!! Finally!! I started at Cosi and didn’t spill anything on anyone (yet), Dupont North for all you VA/MD/DC’ers 
Had to take a short intermission, but I’m back at the party now.
First Concert: Bad Company, the Capital Center, 1976. Couldn’t see the stage through all of the green smoke, but what a blast.
FB: Had the most wonderful FB when I was first year in college. He was so much fun. We are still close friends to this day.
Romance: I know this sounds sappy, but Steve is the most romantic person I know. He is constantly doing little things like slipping a love note into my pocketbook without me see it when I go away on a trip or bringing me breakfast in bed.
The ultimate was our anniversary a couple of years ago. I was in the middle of cleaning the house when Steve came walking up to me and asked me to come with him for a second. We walked out the front door and there in the driveway was a huge, stretch limo. He gave me a kiss and said Happy Anniversary. We got in and the driver took off.
In the limo was a couple bottles of champagne, a bouquet of roses, and a box of my favorite Godiva Truffles. He even had a tape of my favorite songs playing. During the drive we sipped champagne and made out. You haven’t lived until you’ve numped in the back of a stretch limo. Poor driver. I’m not sure how he keep the car on the road.
The driver took us to The Greenbriar Resort, about a three hour drive from our farm. When we got there, Steve whisked me away to our room without stopping at the front desk to check in. In the room there was more champagne, flowers, chocolates, and a huge stuffed teddy bear. Plus, without me knowing it, the previous day he had packed enough of my clothes to last five days and had sent them ahead of us. They were already in the room and put away.
After we numped some more, Steve sent me to the Spa where I spent the entire afternoon being pampered. Got the full treatment, massage, mud bath, seaweed wrap, swedish shower, facial, hair, nails, and even had my make-up done by one of their salon experts who presented me at the end with a little make-up bag full of all of the products she had used.
When I got back to the dressing room, there hung one of my evening dresses (Steve’s favorite) along with all of the necessary accessories. Once I was dressed, Steve was waiting for me, very handsomely dressed in a tux with another bouquet of flowers. We had a dinner by candlelight and spent the rest of the evening dancing, sipping champagne, and, well, numping some more.
The next day, he hired two horses and we rode to the top of the mountain behind the hotel where a picnic lunch was already waiting for us. That afternoon, he treated me to an afternoon at their hawk aviary (I’m an avid bird watcher)and spent two hours with their ornithologist learning all about falconry.
Don’t ask me about the rest of the trip. I think the only time we left the room after that was to hit the Spa or swim in the pool. Life was good.
A dog has one master, a cat has an entire staff.flashing - I sometimes flash Mr. Cloud when we are in Lowe’s. Only in Lowe’s. Not sure why. Probably because we go there for long periods of time and I get bored.
setting someone on fire - I haven’t done this, but when I was in high school there was a girl whose hair caught on fire during the senior assembly (all the seniors were carrying candles). Think big, poofy, late 1980’s hairstyles with several quarts of hairspray. The girl was fine, but it sure stunk up the gym.
“You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever!”
Because the ladies room was really tiny? LOL. But not as bad as sky numping.
first concert was New Kids on the Block It was raining so hard and some “scantily dressed older ladies” got pissy because our signs blocked their view
~ Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once ~
Heineken, I’ve warned you to stay away from those one-brand-of-beer joints in the bayou!
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Living it Up:
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by HFSH:
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by BlueGreenBlue:
First concert: Prince, Purple Rain, in Minneapolis.
My rottie (who lives with my ex) used to fart, and whenever she would fart, she would turn around and look at her butt like “what was THAT?” it was hilarious!
>^.,.^<
~~Linda
“My treasures do not clink or glitter; they gleam in the sun and neigh in the night”
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Oh mein goodness! I LOFF Prince.
My friend’s Rottie did that SAME thing!!! 
Proud member of the “I Hate Physical Therapy” clique | Auction for Aiden!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
SERIOUSLY? My Rottie did the SAME THING too!!!
she woulf fart (oh god they smelled SO bad!) look at her butt, look at us, then get up and move a few feet away…lol
“Practice does not make perfect - perfect practice makes perfect” - Christilot Boylen(in a roundabout way 
)
“I’ll allow the baby-eating silliness, but y’all can’t just ramble on about everything under the sun out here.” - Erin<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Oh no! Rotties are hilarious! My rottie would move away, too.
She also hid in the bathtub any time I made something in the oven. She wouldn’t go outside if she could smell anyone barbecuing anything, and the smell of fireworks sent her to hide in the bathtub, again. She also went crazy and ran circles around the living room chair like a nut if she heard any sort of beep, cards shuffling, or high pitched squeak. She is a weird dog!
>^.,.^<
~~Linda
“My treasures do not clink or glitter; they gleam in the sun and neigh in the night”
Oh to return to my foolish youth… Good souvenirs… Runway lights from the local airport… Pick a road sign - any road sign - and I am sure that at some point in time it was in my possession (and it wasn’t necessarily me that “borrowed” them - I was just the storage facility ). But the best sign of all that spent a few months hidden in the garage was the sign for the Highway Patrol that was in front of the HP office when it was “borrowed” by a friend…
And I too hate that skanky-ho Mariah.
OH!! My favorite fork (OK, how random is that!!) came from the Cheesecake Factory restaurant in King Of Prussia (is that right??) PA… Thanks SoEasy, Winglet, & Photoequus!!! (OK, they didn’t borrow it - I did, but I was at dinner with them!)
California Dreamin’…
I Could post SUCH a terrifying picture! (but I am a good girl, I am!)
Friendship is Love without his wings
-Lord Byron
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Yep…and I went on a trail ride today in a t-shirt and half chaps because it was so warm…and I could see the ocean from the top of the hill.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Another T-shirt wearing trail-riding Californian checking in. There were actually people complaining at the barn that it was TOO hot today.
I may be 19, but I’ve danced on a bar.
I’ve got an amazing boyfriend I met on the Internet.
I have small boobies that I have been known to show off.
skinny dipping is a favorite pastime, but when intoxicated I am free to run about nekkid anyway.
best part about said boyfriend, we both like to sit around the house nekkid.
I’ve made out with too many boys from touring bands. however who knows what kind of funk they’ve got. the pants stay on!!
I got caught by coworkers looking at sex books with said bf “ooh we should go try that”. (I work at Barnes & Noble)
I only have one tattoo so far but 6 more drawn and ready to go. I have one hole in each ear but its stretched to a 2 gauge (about 1/4" in diameter). My labret is pierced, and no, I don’t drool out of it unless I try really really hard.
I met Kim Severson(Vinoski) the other day at work when I was ringing her up. I tried to sell her my horse It took me about 5min to realize who it was even though I met her before she moved to VA.
there, that was horse related.
Laura
I live in Huntington Beach and work in Irvine. Orange County is a secret enclave of REALLY WILD OUT OF CONTROL BB-ERS who merely [I]PRETEND[/I] to be normal people in their day-to-day lives.
And then there are the Fringe Of OC BBers like Merry who we have made Honorary OCers before some other BB faction can grab her as a member. Taryn, of course, will ALWAYS be an OC BBer, even though she has decamped to Riverside. And there are lots of Former OCers Who Are Still OC BBers, even though they live many moons away.
YES, we MUST have a get together!
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR> without getting a headlamp <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Random fact of HN73’s household.
We have three headlights.
Two people, but three headlights.
Heidi, Hans’ proposal: How terribly sweet and oh-so-manlike!
Meanwhile, I’m thinkin’ I need to follow Pam (LordHelpus) around on her vacations.
A dog has one master, a cat has an entire staff.I was expecting this, but indeed, it does seem that I am easily the most boring person on this BB. Like sbt78lw, I am as pure as first snow, me . Although I have danced, I don’t like to (I’ve got NO rhythm and my attempts disturbingly resemble those of Chandler on “Friends”), unless it’s in a silly way intended solely to embarrass any friends in the direct vicinity (and especially if 80s music is in any way involved).
I have never done anything on a table/bar/speaker/whatever, and there is no way I am ever flashing my nonexistent boobs to any innocent bystander who’s done nothing to harm me first .
The only drinks I can stomach are those that taste nothing like alcohol, which means I can consume the Long Island Iced Teas at the Keg without puking my brains out, although I do have that delightful tendency some Asians have to turn bright, flaming red with even the tiniest sip of anything that requires an I.D. to be ordered . I have been drunk once, but that was in the safety of my own home and in the company of my best friend, who had also never been drunk, and we killed the spontaneity usually involved in these things by planning the entire event just to experience what it felt like. Although I remember nothing from that night, we did set up a video camera. Unfortunately, the tape was so boring that we couldn’t finish watching it the next day - I believe the highlights included us playing pictionary, Lindsey (said best friend) filming her feet for half an hour, and then me fleeing the room to eject the evening’s fun from my stomach. Yeah, we’re so BAD.
Interestingly enough, although I am silly and outgoing enough around fellow females, I am painfully shy around guys I could be interested in, even when I’ve known them for ages, but strangely calm when it comes to interacting with strangers that, while good-looking, are just not my type or off-limits for one reason or another. This last summer, I walked up to the adorable surfer my previously mentioned partner in crime has loved from afar for a year now and asked him if I could take a few pictures of him, never having met him before . He probably thought I was a loser or crazy (or both!) but sweetly obliged (those shots now hang in Lindz’s room ). However, when the guy in my vision class I’ve been drooling over for a good long while finally asked me if I’d be interested in going out with him, the first words that I managed to get out were, “Uh no, not really.”
Need I mention that I am working on developing a deep and lasting love of cats, as I predict I will be spending a good portion of my later years as an old maid with large numbers of them as my only company ?
Yep. Bor-ing. I will therefore live vicariously through the rest of you .
Cheers,
Susie
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“That’s it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I’m going to clown college!” ~Homer Simpson
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