Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Underweight, Normal weight, Overweight, or Obese? -- Outhouse anyone?
We don't ask and you don't tell, unless you want to brag about yours.While you're at it, read about controlling your weight, find some recipes, and assess your risk.
The Old Outhouse isn't what it used to be
Too bad the tree fell on it. Of course no one was inside, just a whole lot of memories left there waiting.
This outhouse we had was a two holer. I don't remember anytime that there were two people in there together.
Then why were there two holes? I may answer in a couple of days. Or you can furnish me with one..BMI Body Mass Index Life Health Humor Health and wellness
Good post and links. Now I know where to shop for an outhouse.
Hubby fixed our computer problems.
Huggles and Love from our home to yours,
Jim, check out the above. Are you familiar with that poem? I had it as being written by James Whitcomb Riley but maybe not.
Apparently my mom and aunt laughed so long and hard that I pretty near drowned before they plucked me out!
Some family story that is,eh?
It is no wonder that I became the tallest kid in my whole family of five sisters and three brothers!!
My dad said when he was a kid there was a whole lot of pushing going on as he and his gang flipped the out houses over on Halloween night...He was a bad boy!!
Just think of all the Sears catalogues that were needed in those days, eh Jim?.........Terry
Seeker knows why there are two holes.
Raggedy, it is good that you are blogging again!
Cliff, thanks for the link [I put it out front].
Rachel, I have seen your previous outhouse posts and know your fondness for their beauty.
Terry, all I can say is that you are well fertilized.
JEL, I haven't checked out your clouds yet this morning.
Got to go now, to do Wordless Wednesday over at
Hi Mrs. Mac -- We used corn cobs in emergencies, Sears catalogs had first priority.
I guess they know what they are talking about with that Mr. Crapper. It sounds like Army talk. I thought it from a human by-product, c**p??
Misty, when at a restaurant with couples I generally ask for a fellow to go with me. I never, never, had a taker.
BTW, my sister, Lois, hasn't commented but she would accompany me when I was small.
Even though she was five years younger I liked her company, standing guard outside the door.
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