I don't remember anything as uncivilised as eating glue - unless you count the warm curdled milk that was supplied to us all as part of a govt nutrition programme?

Or the mercury they put in our teeth?

Hahahahaha!!!

I never ate it. I was too busy sniffing crayons.

Heheheheheheheehe.yuk yuk phewy

carol (akittykat) wrote: "Does anyone remember the white sticky paste in grade school? They could not keep it in stock,everyone would eat it. yuk. "

I remember that. Double yuk.

Yeah we were in the dark ages.

Ew yuk - before glue sniffing then :(

Does anyone remember the white sticky paste in grade school? They could not keep it in stock,everyone would eat it. yuk.

Little bastards!

The children asked the butcher if he had chicken feet. Whe he said he did, they asked him where he buys his shoes. Another knee-slapper, that.

Yes, well the smell of old time butcher shops always smelled like beef fat to me. We have one near us and he roasts & slices his own crispy roast pork, paper thin. To die for. Trouble is unless you go to the shops every day, you don't know whether he's been roasting or not. The bastard won't tell you ahead of time.

And won't capsicum be forever associated with pregnancy, amazing how a whiff jacknifes you back Gabi.
Pour moi, it's the smell of a butcher's shop and iceberg lettuce
ugh..even the recollection makes me feel vaguely ill.

I can remember morning sickness that only raised it's head by the time I had finished cooking dinner. I never got to eat it. But the thing that I really went off was green capsicum. For years I couldn't touch it and the smell made me leave the room. Then all of a sudden it was OK. I didn't realise it was in the meal; all I thought was "oh!" and continued eating.

A weird one now: barley sugar sweets make me feel sick - even just smelling them.

Association 1: given glucose to drink to 'build me up' when I came out of hospital as a kid (must have still felt poorly)

Association 2: being given barley sugar sweets (I had lollies but changed it for y'all) to 'prevent' car sickness as a kid. (Didn't work)

Not too bad thanks, darls. My posture, apparently is a large part of the problem. This guy (Chiro)is great. I have some excercises to do and I have to be aware that my shoulders are constantly leaning forward.

Bar that, we got everything done that I said. Trev cooked a Chicken casserole for tea. He's getting real good. I can still cook. But it's the standing still or sitting, even, that makes me a menace in the Kitchen. My feet stop working. I still forget to remember that my feet need a warning when I am going to move. I take what I think is a step, only to find I haven't lifted my foot first. Foot therefore doesn't move and I fall over. QED.

He likes to cook and is actually gets a bit jealous when I say I'll do it. Or, like a baked dinner, which he hasn't done, much, he generally leaves to me. My nephew, Tony, whose trailer we mind, is coming up tomorrow to do some work on his block of land. You have to keep them tidy in already housed areas. I was going to do the baked dinner for Tony, as Trev wasn't too sure. Now he says, and I don't mind, that we'll have dinner at the local chinese. Tony really likes it, too. Jealous? A tiny bit. I'm not going to complain. For a lazy bitch like me, this is heaven. LOL

Yip, we'd a tiny pushmower that never seemed sharp enough and slid across the grass rather than cut it. Now I have one acre of grass and I HATE cutting it. Have a self-propelled mower but it's still bloody hard work. How's the back Gabs?

I can remember when I had to mow the lawn with a Push mower. Buffalo grass and you didn't dare let it get long or you'd be there all day, cutting and raking and trimming. Nearly on your knees trying to get the mower through the thick stuff. Mostly, my sister Cathy & me did it. By the time my oldest sister Margaret got married (at 19), Cath (16)and me (14) could get it done in jig time.
We didn't get a motor mower till Dad was gone and My mother, who worked at the Banksia pub, got a nice one that 'fell off a truck'. The smell of mown grass, wonderful!
The other thing mum acquired from one of the council workers was some weed killer that came with no directions and decimated the shrubbery in the houses on the downhill side of us and nothing green grew up the back of our place for over 5 years.

Yep! and look at ya now ROB! You independent swasivious gal..of the extraordinaire variety..

y'all crack me up!

Well I had a moment a couple of days ago, walking to work and suddenly jolted into my past by the sound of a lawn mower. I hadn't noticed that I don't hear them often here. Suddenly it wasn't so much that I was thinking of NZ, or my house, but the house of my childhood and Dad mowing the lawns.

Interesting as since then I have had almost 25 years of having to take care of it myself or bribe a kid into doing it.

No, that's true; but, you better have something else going for you instead. 'fraid I've run out of ammo and energy.

Don't have to be thin to be glamorous.......I might post something in my Stream......

Me in leotards? There's an image you don't want drifting around in your brain. Oh, for the old days, like 4 years ago, when I would have gotten away with it.

Like your thinkin Suz...
Lets go where Fashion sits.methinks,we need Glamour
. WOW WHAT A PIC SUZ

I think it's time to 'lose the tights' and 'put on the ritz'!...and the RED dress!
.....cuz us 'girlz jus' wanna have fun'....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHRTP8kLI...

OOH! will we add 'Candyman' from Christina Aguilera to the lil oul playlist gals?? What ya think?

Clever Girl Suz!
never thought of doing that. Hey, I like Whitney's version too..Isn't it just a great song to have a lil oul dance to?? Ouch! leotards getting a bit snug!
Well done sis!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z56l7ZN2w...

Is this the one Joanie?
Very Cooool!!!!
I remember a Whitney Houston version of it too...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daurx_aCF...

Yay! Time to get our DANCE ON!...don the black leotards sez Suz!

SO not fair!!!I want to go too Debs. I've done a fair bit of salsa over the years and can jive pretty good. Absolutely love dancing.

Did you sashay in circles??!!! I sashay every Wednesday night with 20 or so other women....we do a different dance genre every few weeks.....just finished tap and about to start ballet....have also done hip-hop, theatre jazz and contemporary. Most of us are over 40 and overweight, but man do we have fun!!!! The teacher is great....her name is Mallory;-)

Seen as I suggested this thread as an overzealous newbie, now I feel responsible for the critter and no-body has visited it with for a few days sooo I have a song to share!
Firstly, George Orwell said, 'You can't possibly be a catholic AND a grown-up' so, thats my excuse sorted for the following lapse into adolescence.
My swasivious virtual sisters and Progressive Bro's..
Lend me your ear for wholesome nostalgia.
A pal visited me last night with goodies' including a cd, (you say cd too, don't ya) Now..the culture vulture Joanie with Lit aspirations looked it over and dissed it as you will want to..my sisters..it's not classical, not ballads but the platinum collection of 'Chaka Khan'!!!WAIT WAIT..no rolling of eyes or dissing in dis thread, bear with me, I'll convince ya.
Second Track..'I'm every Woman' (don't pretend you don't know it) doth toe will tap Debs, I'm telling ya. Mine did. Lordy! how it tapped and then ZUT ALORS! who raised my arms and put in a lil oul sache into the mix?
Sooo, Debalicious, Gabilicious, Suzalicious, Ruthalicious, Annalicious and every other 'sis of alicious' Go on...have a listen..puh..leeze.
'I'm every Woman', totally grammatically incorrect but soo sweet a lil oul time machine to shimmy you back to glory days when your mantra was burning that candle both ends, so it wouldn't last the night.
GIVITH WELLY SISTERS...
so we never die with the music still in us.
Mais non, a revelatory moment, a paradigm shift, call it whatever, trust me, you'll like hearing it again. Not much to do with Language or good grammar, BUT if it makes you SMILE or better still, DANCE, well,isn't that going to make your creative muse want to stick around with you?

Mmm. Paste. Paste and fresh construction paper. The smells of the school art room in elementary school. I liked it, too. Probably, though, it's a cousin of airplane glue. Something that just tripped us all out without our knowing. Lucy in the Sky with the Art Teacher... Strawberry Paste Forever... and all that.

Good one, Gabs!

Hi all. It's me. I love the smell of Perkins paste; We used it at school and it's still around. It has an odd sweetish smell that I could never liken to anything except that it had a vague scent of Fairy Floss (Cotton Candy), until I realized it was the smell of Queensland Wattle or any other variety probably. I don't know if they all smell the same. The Queensland variety is the one that has great flubbs of blossom on it. You foreigners call it Mimosa. Comes out in July, which is winter, here.

What? Puny humor? I find it quite large...

Yes, I have returned! Good to see you all again! (And many new faces as well.) The last time I poked my head in here (as I remember) folks were just preparing hors d'oeuvres for the 100th-member party. Now it looks like we're up around 500. Amazing!

Unfortunately I'll probably be disappearing again shortly. (School's starting in a week's time and I'm anticipating a busy semester.) For now though, I'm back and trying to catch up on all that I've missed during my months away.

As for Princess Fiona... One of my friends joined Goodreads and complained of the "ugly avatar", so I changed it. I may "update" it again though. I don't particularly like this picture, it was just the only one I had handy at the time.

Anyway, I'm glad to be back for the moment. I've missed my daily dose of grammar, linguistics, and that special brand of pun-y humour that this group generates.

Symbol!! You're back!! Where did Princess Fiona go?

You mean... you sniff them, too?

-- President
Closet (er, Medicine Cabinet) Sniffers of Band-Aid Tins

Hmm... Apparently I will have to make a trip home at some point and raid my mother's medicine cabinet in search of the nostalgia-inducing Band-Aid tins of my childhood.

Cardboard, Symbolic One... ALL cardboard (sigh).

They don't make Band-Aid tins anymore? Really? That's a shame.

Somewhere has always done it for me too......

Thanks NE.
I can see where the pattern emerged to become a teacher..
the choice of 'Somewhere' is an inspired one, great song.
Sweet dreams to one and all...

Like the ref. to "your giant." Especially the strongest hands, gentlest heart bit. Nicely done.

Much more mundanely put:

Cigar smoke brings me back to Fenway Park (where it's no longer allowed). And peanut butter, which I seldom eat now. When I open it, I'm a kid again. Weird. You already know I love the smells of Band-Aid tins (no longer made) and crayons. Glue (the Band-Aids) and wax (the crayons). Probably both hallucinagenics. Probably explains a lot. That and my propensity for whiffing gas and oil fumes as a lad.

Also, the song "Somewhere" from West Side Story bums me out. Always has.

Holy Mudder! this is daunting, thanks Debs!!
Subsequent posts will probably be of 'Joie de Vivre' propensity, but this one is utterly respectable in content and will set no bad examples..not like some..
Debbie will be recounting how 'Take me to the River' 'Happy Day' and the unmistakable fragrance of 'Black Russians' jacknife her back to her nether regions with breakneck speed and clarity..
Scrumptuoso...Debs.
Back to my respectable post about a song..
'South of the Border' I think Dean Martin was the favoured version. The first two lines for me are so evocative of childhood and all it's cast iron assurances. A few opening chords bundle me back into the Time Machine to 'Impromptu Soirees' (thats the posh name) we never used.
My dad would call for 'hush',when it came to his turn, a blush of whiskey dotted on his cheeks and a voice that wasn't half bad at carrying a tune.
Miss my giant bigtime..strongest hands, gentlest heart.
It's the smallest of things that go deep in our hearts like the chords of a song.
Apologies for Pathos, but I'm Irish and it trips over itself in our veins. Sentimental foookers that we are..
Really looking forward to hearing the memories of L&G punters and the myriad of songs and smells they claim a special connection with..

I think this quote sums up things pretty good..
'If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heartbeat and we should die of that roar which is on the other side of Silence.
George Eliot.

I'll second that nomination!
Come on up to the microphone Joanie!

At Joanie's suggestion......a thread to discuss things that evoke memories or feelings from the past....it could be a song (or snatch thereof), a smell, a resonating piece of text in a book.....and I am nominating Joanie to get it going!!