Ms. Ann Thrope

( 4:14 PM ) sisoflexx

Thanksgiving Weekend

Well, we had a great time. I wasn�t expecting to love �The Shores� so much!
I worked in the morning at the lab, and then Jay , Morg and I headed down to Judi�s. She already had her truck packed and ready, all we had to do was transfer our stuff, then we were off!
We got to the Gulf of Mexico right at sunset and the colors were amazing. Judi drove up to the condo, which belongs to her company, so it was all free, another plus, plus, plus!
The first night was really spent getting into our bedrooms, and even though it was cold, we headed out onto the beach. During the days, there weren�t any clouds in sight, the temperature was in the 70�s, and other than the water being too cool to swim, you�d never know it was the end of November. I actually got a tan. (In my $4 shorts I bought at the supermarket, since I didn�t think I�d need, all I packed were sweaters and trousers. Daft!)
Each day we took walks, sat out on chairs under the umbrellas, sipping our margaritas, feet lodged in the soft snow-white sand. Oh, it was pure hell, let me tell you!
We were situated betwixt Panama City and Destin, so it was an area with low-lying condos and beach houses, a very laid-back atmos.
Judi reiterated what I was feeling by mentioning the only thing missing: My Mumsie. She would have gotten in that water, no matter how cold!
Judi made a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner of baked chicken and potatoes, and asparagus. Delicious! I made mimosas a� la Lex , with peach schnapps, so I don�t remember much of that evening. Hee!
The last day we were there Morg and I made a sand sculpture of a dolphin, which turned out pretty good if I do say so myself!
All in all, it was a great few days at the beach, and mightily resented having to pack up and leave our last morning there. Very depressing. Ooh � to have the money to do all these great things, visit great places! I better stop or I�ll make myself ill again.
Anyhoo � here are the great pictures to remember it all.

I can�t wait to get back!

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( 5:45 PM ) sisoflexx

Finally, I write about last weekend! And it�s a long one, so get ready! (Not the weekend, the story):

I�ll just start by saying I had a great time. I left 4am (o�dark hundred) Friday morn and had little traffic, which is a plus. It slowed down getting into DC, but Ameena had told me they were having a grand opening for the Marine Museum and had shut down all the HOV lanes. It didn�t matter that it was 1pm, on a Friday that�s rush hour already in DC.
I got to Diana�s house, which was empty, had a shower and hung out. Holly came home and I chatted with her for a while. When Diana got home Holly got ready to go to her Dads, then Diana I took her out in the middle of nowhere. (I mean, her Dads.)
Diana�s ex had tears in his eyes when he said hello. Which I guess was sweet, but the one of the last times we saw each other it was on bad terms. I guess time does heal all wounds.(Or most of them.)
Diana and I got some booze and Taco Hell on the way back to her house, and we ate, drank, and stayed up late talking. I kept looking at the clock because I knew she had to get up early for work, as it passed 11 I reminded her and she said it was okay, after 12 - I again pointed and she waved it away, at 1am I�d had enough, my eyes were rolling into the back of my head, so I waved her off and crawled upstairs to bed.
At 3am a slurred British voice and a ham and cheese sandwich being pressed against my lips awakened me. At first I was confused at to where I was, then I remembered I was at Diana�s. Then I wondered why her British husband Allan was trying to feed me in the middle of the night. Then I heard Allan calling to someone from the stairs, and when I sat up, I noticed Allan was indeed by the stairs, and there was a guy by the bed grinning foolishly, holding a sandwich up and asking me if I�d like to share it with him. Allan is still �Pssting!� from the stairs, so I get up and help this guy downstairs. I light a smoke and hear Diana yelling at Allan downstairs, and this guy is mimicking Diana saying � A-A-llan!� I turn to head up the stairs and the guy asks me � Do ya wanna good fucking?� I laugh and tell him no, then start up the stairs, and all the time he�s asking different sexual stuff, like, � A blow job?� �Doggie style?� ---now I take the stairs two at a time - I got to the bed and had a thought: that the next time I got woken up with something rubbing against my lips it wouldn�t be a ham sandwich, so I went over to the door and locked it. The next morning the guy seemed embarrassed, and apologized if he had insulted me in any way. I told him to forget it, called Strikingly Attractive Brother Lex and made a date to go bowling. I got dressed and headed over there.
Lex has just put his house up for sale, and I must say that it�s the cleanest I�ve ever seen it. He did some last minute tidying up and we headed over to (I believe it was �Shirley Bowl) the bowling alley, which was very clean and well looked after. I spent four hours there with Lex and his friends Dave (another British fellow) and Maria. They were great and I had a lot of fun. I knew I was going to feel it in my legs and wrist the next day, and I was right. The time had come to go and meet Diana at Dress Barn, so I sadly made my goodbyes and headed out again. Diana was determined I would look good (and probably didn�t want me embarrassing her) so she was already choosing out tops for me for the reunion. She found a really pretty (and flattering one) and bought for me as a Christmas present. By the time we got back to the house it was already an hour before we had to leave, but she wanted to do my hair and make-up, then she got ready herself. By now we�re running late. She was horrified at my choice of footwear, so she replaced them with a pair of hers, which I also felt the next day.(And am still feeling now, a week later!)
The reunion was at the Army Navy Country Club, which was lovely, when we first pulled up we were wondering if we were at the wrong place, there were senior citizens everywhere. We thought it was an old folks home. I got out to have a look see and passed an old lady in a wheelchair. She asked me if worked there. Here I am, the one day of the year that I�m all dolled up, and I still look like the help !
I asked her what I could do for her, and she asked to be moved in the alcove out of the breeze. Another man came out to assist her, and I saw a classmate, Oscar, so we�re in the right place. We found out we were even later than we thought, I thought it started at 7, but it was 6:30. And here we show up at 8, and hour before it finishes. Anyway, I made the rounds and had fun talking to some I didn�t remember, and some I did. The guys all pretty much remember me punching them or cutting them down. The girls were afraid, I hear. Wow. Was I really that bad?
They didn�t hold it against me, bless their hearts.
At one point we headed out for a smoke break and we saw a group of young ladies dressed to the nines, and Diana whispered, � Let me guess � 5 year reunion!� And I whispered back, � You know what they�re saying? They�re pointing and saying, � Let me guess � 20 year reunion!� To which we started laughing.
After we were kicked out of the club we headed over to Capitol City Brewery, where we sat outside, pulling in all the tables and chairs we could find. That was fun. Then Jeff had the idea we should go to Clarendon Ballroom, which we headed to but it was closed for a fundraiser. Diana and I needed to pee, so we headed into a nightclub and had a drink. As we were sitting at a table, sipping our drinks, surrounded by twenty-something�s and loud music, I remarked to Diana that it was like us at their age and our mothers sitting here watching. I think it depressed her. She didn�t like it, I could see.
Well, we headed home, and for another hour sat up talking and laughing, consuming more beers until again, I was falling asleep, so I headed up to bed. (Locking the door, of course!)
Sunday I got up nice and late and Diana and I went to our favorite place for brunch � Old Town Alexandria�s very own �Murphy�s Irish Pub�. We stuffed ourselves silly, I was happy to get coffee! Then we made a pit stop at Di�s house before heading over to �Four Courts�, Allan�s hang out. I met Diana�s friend Meredith and Allan�s soccer cronies. We were there for a couple of hours, then off to an Indian restaurant to meet Doreene, Diana�s mother. After we ate we went to another bar (I�ve never been to so many places in one day, I swear!) where we spent time chatting. I looked up at the clock at 11pm and knew I wasn�t going to get up early like I had planned, so I resigned myself for a late drive, which turned out fine. As long as I make it there and back safe, it�s all good!
Anyway, I had a great time, even though I got home in pain, stiff from ill-fitting shoes and bowlers knee. I do miss seeing Diana, I wish it more often. Though I will see her next month on my way up to my Dads! Yay!

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( 10:01 PM ) sisoflexx

Well, at least I got the album up !

Wakefield High - 2006 Reunion

Go look at all the beautiful peeps.

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( 11:15 PM ) sisoflexx

I got back from my 20 - year high school reunion on Monday, I'm still recuperating, but will write about it this weekend, so bear with me. I had too much fun, obviously !

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( 11:08 PM ) sisoflexx

I forget who I got this from in an email (sorry!), but it is hilarious...

PREGNANT TURKEY STORY

One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store. When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(S) back in the oven. When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird. With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry. It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs! Yep...................SHE'S BLONDE

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( 10:20 PM ) sisoflexx

I must be a googlamite !

'tits - boobs - tits - boobs !!!'

Well, either way, this is a great link via Jackie

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( 6:12 AM ) sisoflexx

No wonder women want to move to Florida: