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Post by shrjeff on Oct 1, 2016 5:48:13 GMT 2
gee, i did exactly what tzarine did!!!
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Post by tzarine on Oct 1, 2016 21:30:49 GMT 2
shrjeff
not that i am a football fan, but go bears!
i didnt like driving, the whole blonde is beautiful culture
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Post by Ethel Mertz on Oct 2, 2016 2:34:17 GMT 2
Schmethel - is that a record for shortest labor ever?? Could well be, Scrubb. Two entire hours with my first. I could have been poppin em out in 15 minutes if I'd kept going. Oh, the thought.
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Post by happytraveller on Oct 2, 2016 9:52:44 GMT 2
That record holds one of my friends. She went to the loo to do a poo, out came the baby. Took her less than 10 minutes, the husband didn't even notice what was going on until she came out of the toilet with the baby in her arms
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Post by Ethel Mertz on Oct 2, 2016 10:46:54 GMT 2
^^^Now THAT IS a record. Yikes!
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Post by rikita on Oct 4, 2016 9:20:23 GMT 2
wow, that would have been scary (though then, labour was scary too) - did they know what to do with the umbilical cord etc. without a midwife around?
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Post by rikita on Oct 11, 2016 9:35:41 GMT 2
four days and a year ago was when i saw my paternal grandma alive, for the last time. a year ago yesterday, she passed away. a year ago yesterday is also the last time i saw my parternal grandpa. i still had a few more months with my maternal grandma.
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Post by auntieannie on Oct 11, 2016 11:36:04 GMT 2
big hugs rikita.
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Post by tzarine on Oct 12, 2016 5:52:18 GMT 2
more hugs, r
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Post by rikita on Oct 12, 2016 9:34:26 GMT 2
thank you.
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Post by tzarine on Oct 18, 2016 4:51:57 GMT 2
having pho w tzarevich & tzar @ a local joint near in elementary school
also having tea w the crossing guard, a retired math teacher from china
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Post by tzarine on Dec 9, 2016 5:37:39 GMT 2
a night when tzarevich was little, our friend bought fried chicken & we all watched spirited away on his huge tv
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Post by sophie on Dec 9, 2016 6:53:42 GMT 2
We are awaiting a significant winter storm, with snow and all the nasty stuff, to come tonight. I remember my first year with my husband (before we were actually married) at university and a big snow storm hit. It caused all sorts of issues (Vancouver doesn't cope well with snow, ever!) and university was shut down for a week. We smoked a lot of dope, drank gallons of apple juice and spend a lot of time in bed. It was a wonderful snow week.
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Post by tzarine on Dec 19, 2016 21:05:19 GMT 2
when tzarevich was little, we had this huge glass sliding door & i would go outside & throw snowballs @ him
tzar & i ran onto the wrong slowly moving russian train bc the provodnitsa was calling us
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Post by tzarine on Feb 21, 2017 13:24:51 GMT 2
my dad taking me to home diner, him getting the daily special, me having the mashed potatoes & a cup of soup.
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Post by tzarine on Feb 24, 2017 21:52:19 GMT 2
tzar & sitting on fire escape on a early date
the roof @ cloyne where i spent many great hours in conversation
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Post by tzarine on Mar 2, 2017 19:15:41 GMT 2
phil & i driving late into the night having fresh donuts @ colonial on the way home
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Post by pepecura on Mar 6, 2017 4:15:30 GMT 2
About 20 years ago, I could not go on a date on time and missed that beautiful girl forever because my mom needed help to carry potatoes from that market and I could not say no to her. No cell phones then.
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Post by tzarine on Mar 6, 2017 8:14:01 GMT 2
zib thats just bittersweet
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Post by Voy on Mar 6, 2017 16:52:59 GMT 2
Every time I go on FB, I think of Brian, because he made my avatar and Gobsie set up the account.
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Post by shrjeff on Mar 6, 2017 17:39:50 GMT 2
tzar & sitting on fire escape on a early date the roof @ cloyne where i spent many great hours in conversation cloyne court? you're a co-oper too??? i lived there when it was just guys, not coed...
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Post by tzarine on Mar 7, 2017 1:31:42 GMT 2
yes, shrjeff i did & it was coed by the time we were there
capuccino @ the coffee renaissance double bills @ the uc theatre
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Post by rikita on Mar 9, 2017 16:48:15 GMT 2
recently i was thinking about my time in peru and somehow feeling a bit nostalgic ...
(sorry, gonna be a bit long)
like when i went to the fiesta in paucartambo with rubén and carlos, and after watching the dancers and eating and drinking some chicha, we decided at about midnight to try and find a bus to tres cruces right away, so we could sleep in our tents for a while before watching the sunrise there ... the driver of one minibus was willing to go, as soon as his bus was full, so we tried to lure other people into the bus, and at maybe two a.m. we went ... i hadn't realized we would pass the borders of Manú national park, and i never managed to go to the jungle, but just passing the borders of the high jungle and seeing the nightly landscape had something fascinating, though at the same time i was tired and kept falling asleep ... our driver seemed tired too, so carlos kept talking to him to keep him awake, and i offered him some of my coca leafs ... one of the other passengers (foreigners like me) got carsick, and i offered her some coca leafs too, but she declined ... we still had a couple of hours until sunrise when we arrived, so we put up our tents and slept, then got up in time. the sunrise wasn't as spectacular as described (might have just been the wrong day) but it was still nice to sit there at first in the dark and then start seeing the jungle covered valley stretch out underneath us. when the sun was up, we drove back, and then from Paucartambo caught a big bus back to Cusco. The bus broke down after a few kilometers though, and Carlos and some other guy hiked back to town to get a different one. Some of the people from the bus hitched rides anyway, in busses that were full, so they had to stand, but eventually the guys returned with a bus that had kept seats empty for us. slept most of the journey ...
one thing about this particular trip is, that i have no fotos: i took lots of fotos of course, and then put the film rolls into my jeans pocket. when i got back to cusco they were gone, must have fallen out either in the car, or while i slept in the bus ...
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Post by tzarine on Mar 9, 2017 19:08:30 GMT 2
wow riki what a trip!
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Post by rikita on Mar 12, 2017 11:39:20 GMT 2
was a bit exhausted from the hike yesterday (which wasn't long but with the kids involved a lot of stopping and going, running, playing games etc.), and this feeling of sitting down on the sofa with tired legs reminded me of the time when mr. r. still lived in hildesheim, and whenever i visited him we'd cycle about 30 km to the rocks in brunkensen (me cycling on his mother's old bike which didn't even have gears), spend a few hours climbing there, and then cycle back in the later afternoon ... and then at his place i'd fall into his bed exhausted, with that same tired feeling in my legs, while he put a pizza in the oven, and we'd spend the evening watching sitcoms and eating pizza and sweets ... strangely i sometimes feel like i miss his old apartment, even though it was small and not all that nice, i liked being there ...
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Post by tzarine on Mar 13, 2017 22:58:50 GMT 2
sneaking into the classrooms @ los angeles city college when i was a kid security?
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Post by sophie on Mar 14, 2017 3:05:10 GMT 2
My husband and I were talking about that bridge in the Big Sur area of California which is currently closed and needs to be replaced. We had many fantastic memories of that area in our first few years together. One memory which was less than fantastic was when we had pulled over to grab a few zzzzz's (may have been on Hwy 101) on one of our fast drives down from Canada. We were awoken in the middle of the night by the highway patrol as we were parked near a jail which just had a jail break.. Timothy Leary had just broken out!
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Post by slowcoach on Mar 14, 2017 11:22:17 GMT 2
Hmm, terrorism in the USA, that was Weatherman.
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Post by tzarine on Mar 14, 2017 22:56:24 GMT 2
speaking of weathermen this happened in our neighborhood before we arrived: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenwich_Village_townhouse_explosionthe providnitsa called us onto the moving russian train tzar & i ran on. turned out it was the wrong train we waited in naushki in buryatia for hours (w stop for bread & snacks) for hours before catching our own train to moscow
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Post by rikita on Mar 27, 2017 12:45:09 GMT 2
thought of of the first guy i had kind of a date with, today - i was 14 (and i was still quite child-like at 14), he was about the same age and had just moved to our village with his family from albania, didn't speak any german yet, and we walked for an hour or so along the fields, trying to figure out each other's names and similar simple things. his little brother tagged along, maybe mine too, i don't remember. at some point he held my hand for a while. we met once more, a few weeks later, for ice cream, that was it.
ah and thinking of him also reminded me of my first crush, when i was 13. he was 17 and completely unattainable, had a girlfriend too, and i was always kind of happy when i saw her, because it meant he'd be there too - at the same time, i suppose i felt a slight jealousy, but kind of vague, as at 13 i was even more child-like, so my ideas of the possibilities, had he been less unattainable, were very vague anyway ... but we were on this church camp, and visited an old church ruin one evening, lighting candles there and singing some songs, and i remember thinking he looked so beautiful in the candle light. i suppose everyone could tell i had a crush on him, i think i stared a lot ...
strange to think how long ago all of this is ...
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