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LOL to the post & Vanda's comment!My caption: "Where is the ladies? These are all blue!"
Now you know what holds up the Rose parade grandstands: visitors bring their "portable" potty's with them.
To prevent "floating" away.
Altadenahiker plans ahead for New Years dinner guests.
Petrea - The pastel blue of the porta-potties and the pastel green of the grass in the foreground, are really nice!And this photo could be the inspiration for a future parade theme.
"Forgive me Father for I have....Oh, wait..."(Sorry)
No, really, it's just that these visitors didn't have time to shower on that morning. Really....
Dr. Who knew there was an invasion afoot when he spotted the row of alien TARDUS' hidden behind the bleachers.
Are the people who ride on the floats really known as "floaters?"
United we stand.
At last Petrea has her wish: A seat on Orange Grove & Colorado.
Actually, I do need to go!
At my brother's for Christmas, where Bonnie Raitt is currently playing in the background, I can't help thinking, ``Let's give 'em something to talk about...''
I suspect the floats this year will be real stinkers!and clifford---that song is "our song" with my sweetie...and we're both lol'ing here right now!
"Dr. Who knew there was an invasion afoot when he spotted the row of alien TARDUS' hidden behind the bleachers."That made me giggle.
Before. Be sure to post the after.
LOLOL, Vanda! That is so funny. I was going to say, long lines and hold your breath!!
Looks like Petrea has left town already. I wunder if this had anything to do with it.
Standing Room Only.V
I'm here, C.O. I'm staying out of the way so as not to influence the zen discussion.
Open the pod bay door, Hal.
You've all had me giggling all day. Never, never think that I'm not here on Zen Monday. I hang upon your every word.I love everyone's comments. But I thought no one would make me laugh as hard as Vanda did with her first comment. Then Laurie. Then Ted (TED! I'm still laughing!). Then Altadenahiker got me but good. Then Vanda did it again with a classic. Stanley would have been proud.Well. I hope we all feel edified.
Mr. Earl, I think you need to send some of your theme ideas to the Tournament committee.
When you gotta go, ya gotta go...
What is the sound of one—oh. Wait … You're right … better to not finish that joke. Some laughs even I stoop not to conquer.
Let's keep it under wraps.That's what came to mind when I saw the shot.Happy New Year, Petrea!
You wait for ages, then loads come along at once.
no leakie while i leakie
New year'S to you happiness, and quiet and the welfare will bring.
That takes me back to New Year's Day, 1983. My first parade, I worked the parade, selling film (Film... remember that?) at a viewing stand on Colorado just as the parade turned the corner from Orange Grove. I carried my supply of film in a yellow cardboard tray of film (with the handy neck/shoulder strap reminiscent of the lady in the film who said "Cigar, cigarette, Tiparillo"). I remember maneuvering my self and my into the porta potties with me (where else could I put the merch when I went to the winkie, eh?), and once I'd gotten it and myself unpacked enough to sit down (I was dressed in layers against the early morning cold), I recall thinking about all the cash on my person (don't lose it now in the pants down pants up and re-group the film boxes in the case!). I thought of how here, under the stands, the perfect crime would be to roll the film selling vendor -- who had a lot of cash on her person -- and I hoped it didn't happen. Nope, it didn't. Whew.It was an especially lucrative day, as the person who was signed up to "work" the next aisle didn't show up, so I worked two of them. Sold lots of film. I was working to fund a trip to Taiwan. A good day, all in all. Complete with vivid porta potty memories.
Susan, I like that story. Thank you for sharing it. I don't recall what I was doing New Year's Day 1983, but it's a fair bet that if I was up as early as you were, it's because I hadn't gone to bed yet.
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