I want to be 14 again and ruin my life differently. I have new ideas.
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Thanks guys. I rented a cottage in the middle of nowhere, just me and the kids. Massive blizzard hit and there was over 4 ft of snow, not even counting what had drifted. Drifts were over 5 ft high. Couldn't let the kids go out to play because I'd lose a child The only source of heat was an old wooden stove. Felt very much like Laura Ingalls. We were snowed in for days until I was able to dig our way out to the street when the road was finally cleared.
Laura Ingalls was
Quote from: TheoK on April 09, 2011, 04:36:19 PMLaura Ingalls was They had meals back then too, I remember that from the books! They worked hard in the fields and feasted afterward!Of course, at times they went hungry because of bad weather and crop failures and whatnot, but they ate well when they could!
Quote from: couldbecousin on April 09, 2011, 04:38:59 PMQuote from: TheoK on April 09, 2011, 04:36:19 PMLaura Ingalls was They had meals back then too, I remember that from the books! They worked hard in the fields and feasted afterward!Of course, at times they went hungry because of bad weather and crop failures and whatnot, but they ate well when they could!I loved the show and books.
If the intro page to this place ever gets redone, something like the inscription on the Statue of Liberty would be fitting. Shame I didn't think of it at the appropriate time for that thread.
Quote from: Jack on April 08, 2011, 05:04:27 PMIf the intro page to this place ever gets redone, something like the inscription on the Statue of Liberty would be fitting. Shame I didn't think of it at the appropriate time for that thread. Um?
Quote from: odeon on April 09, 2011, 04:55:07 PMQuote from: Jack on April 08, 2011, 05:04:27 PMIf the intro page to this place ever gets redone, something like the inscription on the Statue of Liberty would be fitting. Shame I didn't think of it at the appropriate time for that thread. Um? You no like?
"Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.I lift my lamp beside the golden door."