auntlada

My grandmother wore her pearls all the time (at least when she was awake and out of bed -- I don't want to think about other times), but she wore them with sweats around the house after she retired.

It looks like it's falling off of her.

I don't like motivational message boards -- pretty much anywhere.

I've never made beans without some sort of pork product, but I always figure you can't go wrong adding garlic and onions. I'd add them early and let them cook with the beans.

Oh, yeah, I mentioned in every attempt at contact why I was trying to contact her. When I called her office, I asked to speak to her, but she was already gone for the day. The woman who answered the phone seemed as though she was going to give me her address, but since they had just moved, she didn't know it. I did not ask for the woman's address or phone number and specifically said, "You probably shouldn't give that to me, but here's my phone number. Please ask her to call or text me," and I said why. But if she knows I sent her two messages through Facebook, why didn't she respond, even if it was just to let me know she received it? Then I wouldn't have had to do the rest of it to try to reach her. We actually did meet once, when we were both dropping our kids off at their summer activity, but we did not exchange numbers or anything as it was just in passing. Our mutual friend (who is very nice) described her as a really nice person, so perhaps she's just having a bad few weeks. I hope so.

I'm not sure if this is a pet peeve, but it ticks me off, and I don't want to drag down chit chat with my annoyance (well, anger, but I should probably not be so mad, even though I am). My son's birthday party is coming up. You can't send invitations to school unless you invite the whole class, and as I am not willing to invite 22 children to a party (and pay for them), that leaves me tracking down addresses or parents' contact information. I'm OK with that, as usually I can do it without much trouble. I've met most of his friends' parents by now, and we have texted back and forth. Every year, there's a new kid, though, that he just met and wants to invite. If it's an unusual last name, the kid is easy to find. Otherwise, he has to ask the kid for his parents' names and his address if he knows it. This year, the new kid had a common last name, and as he just moved, he doesn't know his address yet. (A separate peeve: Teach your kid his or her address immediately after a move. It could be important.) But my son got his parents' names, and I found his mother on Facebook. My son confirmed it was the boy's mother because the boy is in some of the publicly viewable photos. So I sent her a Facebook message, which I figured she might see even though we are not Facebook friends. I didn't hear back from her, which I figured was because she didn't see the message because we aren't Facebook friends. So I asked the teacher to send her my contact information. No response. So I called her work (listed on her Facebook page) and left a message with my cell phone number. No response. I asked a mutual friend to give her my contact information. No response. The party is Saturday, so finally, yesterday, I went to her work and dropped off an invitation for her son. The invitation has an RSVP request (which most parents ignore, I've found) and my cell phone number. Still no response. Today, my son told me that the other boy said he probably can't go to the party because his mom is annoyed because I texted her twice. I doubt she's as annoyed with me as I am with her. Seriously, if you don't want someone to text you more than once about the same thing, answer the first time. I'm also a little annoyed that she would use that as an excuse to keep her son from going to my son's party and them being friends. I often disagree with the parents of some of my son's friends, but I just suck it up and don't ruin the kids' friendships. (Heck, I often disagree with some of my own friends, but it's not usually worth destroying a friendship. We just don't talk about those things.) I had to get this off my chest before my son's bedtime, which is the first time I'll be able talk about it with someone out of his earshot.

You have obviously never met my husband. Although his songs rarely make as much story sense as those in musicals.

I also recommend the book, "60 Seconds and You're Hired."

Apparently, one of the Lannisters on "Game of Thrones" is also named Jaime, according to Google.

I have often wanted to flush out the details of other people's project plans.

Eskimo Joe's. It's not the be-all end-all by any means, although the sweet pepper bacon cheese fries with ranch dressing for dipping are really good. But I think out-of-towners are required to go, as long as it's not a home football game day. https://www.yelp.com/biz/eskimo-joes-stillwater

I have a new peeve. I wish people would stop giving my son balloons. He loves them. I'm afraid the cats will also love them. And then try to eat them.

I am facing the fact that I will probably never get back to my pre-pregnancy weight, and it's not because of those things, except maybe the breastfeeding. I gained about 30 pounds during pregnancy. I did not keep eating tons more after pregnancy. I was 43 when I gave birth, however, and being older does not help with weight gain. I did not breastfeed, but I did not choose not to breastfeed. I would have liked to do so, but my body and my son would not cooperate. I did not make enough milk. My mother did not breastfeed for the same reason. Her mother did not breastfeed for the same reason. This leads me to my pregnancy and birth related pet peeve (not aimed at you, but at the world in general): How I fed my baby is my business. It's great to encourage women to breastfeed, but I would appreciate it if the world would stop acting as though women are bad mothers if they do not.

Also Mayberry was a really small town. Probably everybody in town knew that kid. If he did the slightest thing wrong or if the slightest thing happened to him, his parents probably knew before he got home.

My husband, who lived in France for a year or so as a child and visited periodically after that, also says that Paris is not the same as the rest of France.

But when you do, you really, really do.

I found quite a few on which I disagreed with the critics, but I'm going with "Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian," which has a score of 45 percent, because the audience score is also below 50 percent (it's 47 percent).

You have to get the Christmas stuff to make stuff early, though, because if you wait for after Thanksgiving, it's not happening. (At least it's not for me.) School starts here in a couple of weeks.

Jellybeans for Breakfast. Alexander and the Magic Mouse. The Poky Little Puppy. The first two are out of print, however.

Probably not, since the people I see doing that are adults. If they don't do it, who teaches the kids to do it?

If their kids are anything like mine, you'll get revenge early the next morning when the kids wake up. It doesn't matter if mine is up late, he's still going to wake up between 6 and 7 a.m. I can't imagine letting him stay out past 10 p.m. (except on July 4). Even when we are visiting family and doing family things, we try to get him in bed no later than 9 p.m., and that's late. His normal bedtime is 8 p.m., and I don't like to deviate much even on vacation. Of course, we can't stay up much past that most nights. I feel old.

I'm not sure I really have a favorite, but I'm going to say farfalle because it reminds me of this:

Minus Fox and CW, that's what we got before cable. It makes me think of Jeff Foxworthy, who had a bit about it: "Kids today have it made. I mean, if they don`t like what`s on television, they have got what, 40 or 50 channels to choose from. Remember how many channels we had when we were kids? Three. And if the president was on, your night was shot. The president`s on! He`s on every channel! We`re going to miss 'Flipper'!" Of course, that was a long time ago, so the number of channels is way more than that now. (I looked for a video of it, but could not find one. I could only find a transcript of an interview that included the clip.)

When I was in sixth grade, my dad took me to see the Texas Playboys. I think I was the youngest person there (by a lot).

Your quote of my post is very strange, @Ubiquitous, because that's not the post I quoted and was talking about.