Ever just want to tear your hair out, or someone else's? If you cannot restore a sense of balance, you will run away from home? Just want to say some things without the constraints of staying on topic? Well, this thread is for you! If you just need a short break to let it all hang out, be a brat, then come on, you can do it. No holding back! Go for it, you can do it.
"The Hut-Sut Song (a Swedish Serenade)" is a novelty song from the 1940s with nonsense lyrics. The song was written in 1941 by Leo V. Killion, Ted McMichael and Jack Owens. The first and most popular recording was by Horace Heidt and His Musical Knights. A 1941 Time Magazine entry suggests the song was probably a creative adaptation of an unpublished Missouri River song called "Hot Shot Dawson".[1]
I went to a new place to get my hair highlighted. I thought something was up when she did the foil highlights but then said she was going to put toner in. I knew that didn't sound right but I thought, she knows what she's doing. So we go back to her station and she takes the foils out and my hair is orange. Just so you know my hair is blonde. She says "is this okay?" Well, no...............it's not okay, I said. So then she takes me back to the sink, says "don't worry hon, we'll fix it" Uh, first off, I'm not your hon, just fix it. I didn't say this, I was just thinking it. So, at this point, my scalp is burning. She puts some other toner in to get rid of the first one. Takes me back to her station and at this point I finally said, you know when you do foil highlights I don't think you need to do toner. So, she precedes to redo the highlights. I left there with platinum blonde hair. Not highlighted. Just one big fake looking blonde mess. Meanwhile, all the other hairstylists are consoling her cause she is so upset and no one is consoling me. I being the true Canadian that I am ended up giving her a tip cause she was upset? Never mind me. When I went home there was about an inch of dry, damaged scalp. Every time I pulled my comb through my hair it looked like it was raining dry skin. I finally went to another place and the girl doing my hair said my scalp was so inflamed that I'm lucky I didn't lose my hair and that she knew of another person who had the same happen to her who sued the salon and received $10,000 in damages. And I tipped the one who did it to me cause I felt bad for her......................:P
I use to be jealous of my Dad when he went to school in the late 1920's and 1930's. He rode horse back for all 12 years to and from school :) Dad also use to brag to people that he dated all the girls in his senior class..... of course Dad wouldn't say there were only two girls in that class.
Gershun,
Gershun,
So sorry that happened to you!
Did it help?
The engagement ring;
The wedding ring;
The suffering.
Go for it! It's all yours, extra space on here!
I feel like saying that at church, when they repeat the chorus x 10 +'
Oh no, not again!
But, I would never.
Yes, Moecam I have apologized to furniture before. Then when I realized it I talked to myself as I walked away..........then when people looked at me funny for talking to myself apologized to them saying "don't mind me, I'm just weird"
The wedding ring.
Made up a joke, and no one will ever understand what I meant. Trying to explain it to hubs has him laughing at me, feeling superior in intelligence. He thinks the ICBM missiles testing in N.Korea are propaganda, as well as the U.S. responding with planes flying over. All of it is propaganda, he says. That the U.S. regularly plays war games, fly overs, as does other countries, all the time.
Wanting to distract a friend from her fears, I wrote this:
"In the U.S., the abbreviation ICBM means it is serious in-continence and bowel movement."
At least to caregivers it is.
What is the oldest song anyone has ever heard?
The song of a baby's first cry.
The song of Moses.
The song of crickets in the night.
The song of a stream, a babbling brook.
The song of time passing by, slowly, sweetly, without end.
For you, MsMadge.
Since MsMadge is the party animal, the person with her game on, and since she is busy, I will start the game tonight, you all continue it. It goes like this:
"The person below me loves ice cream"
The next poster answers: True or False.
Then repeats the same, using another statement:
"The person below me doesn't live in the USA"
Is this true or false? n e x t p o s t e r....
Answer: False, I live in the USA.
The person below me really really loves chocolates and kitties.
Sorry, I was never good at party games! But is there anyone who doesn't love chocolate and kitties?
True, I love chocolate! (Especially dark chocolate, ohmigahhhhh)
True, I love kitties! (I suppose not Everyone does, but... most people)
The person below me would wear heels over 2" on a weekday, and the person below me lives somewhere in the CST time zone.
(How'd I do? I'm up early, y'all up too late for me to crash the party when it's happening. lol)
True to form, you both are the best party goers I have met so far!
False, I no longer wear high heels at all. There was a lady at the chiropractor's office wearing 4" heels, and I did not wonder at all why she needed chiro care.
False, I do not live in CST.
The person below me just doesn't know how funny they are.