Gosh I remember doing that too! And then in later years my mother-in-law made THE BEST homemade ice cream! In fact we couldn't even wait for the ice cream to be churned, so she made up a gallon of her "custard" for us to drink while waiting on the churning (HER churn was electric though.)

In the case of my son, grandson and granddaughter-to-be....just being told that they were due to be in this world.

In the case of my daughter-in-law...just seeing how much she loved my son. (And she's pretty bloomin' special in her own right).

In the case of my husband...hearing that sweet southern drawl and that slow, syrupy laugh. And the fact that he had a cute bunny butt didn't hurt either!

Happy Birthday, Dan's Dad, and Happy Anniversary to the MI meet folks. Gosh has it been a year already? Gosh has it only been a year?!!

During my early married life, each "kid" and family and my parents-in-law would rent cabins at a lake in North Mississippi. We'd swim, ski, fish, play, eat, visit...just have a blast. The 4th was even bigger than Christmas with that bunch. And the kids would do fireworks ("kids" being kids of all ages).

In later years my "camp crew" would do it up big at camp...lots of food, swimming, cooking, eating, drinking. Actually, we'd start out at Miss Ruth's outdoor kitchen and pavilion early in the day and then work our way out to camp and ride mud buggies all night long...ride the trails...ride to the lake, jump in, get out, ride some more. And again, the "kids" of all ages would do fireworks...at the point. And we'd watch the other groups across the lake doing their fireworks.

Good times. Good times.

True. Just make sure you're in a public place when the truth comes out! Then others can detain her while you run like hell.

Yeah, that was back in the day when they could actually teach because they didn't have to spend their days catering to this group and that kid and defending themselves from these fluffed-up charges ("My 230-pound eighth grader got suspended just because he backed his 110 pound teacher up into the corner and threatened to throttle her! She obviously has it out for my child") and such.

(Don't anyone tell him that I said it, but I agree: He does clean up mighty well).

Okay, I confess. My current mainpic...of Wooly Bully...is three years old. However, he doesn't look like he's aged a day, so I don't think I can be accused of trying to fool anyone. The ones of my grandchild are one to three months old. The one of me is about two weeks old.

Dear God, don't encourage him!!!!!

More than likely probable rather than possible if they truly have feelings for you, i.e. you should be getting some pretty positive clues at least.

Not until the teacher got hold of the paper, anyway.

As in I'll have a great time making you scream momma!

Numero Uno advantage to getting older....you don't have to listen to a bunch of crap from smart-azz youngins.

Yeppers....ALWAYS listen to that little bell!!

And I'm aware of breast supportness (I hate these boob-strangling gizmos!)

MAJOR turnoff and MAJOR warning sign!!!!! ("Help me! I need a mommy/keeper/superhero!")

I don't ask, no. I do listen for warning phrases ("I only hit her those three times; she made more money than me, the money-hungry bioch; she had this disgusting little dog that mysteriously disappeared one day").

For your information, I'm in great shape thanks to my walkgramophone (which kept me going all those miles), so I can catch your young sassy arse easy, Kid!

True...if you're nursing. My sister was beyond DD and could not nurse because her nipples were bigger than a lot of A cups' whole breasts.

I'm a D, and I haven't heard anyone complaining about it.

(Nods head)

My training requires that I work with a client based on his/her perception of reality and go from that point.

That's mine, you Whippersnapper! Give it back!