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my favorite is the way clothes or linens smell after they've been stored in a drawer for a long time. |
Driving through the Anderson Valley on the way to the city on a warm day. Things baking. |
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and the smell of autumn leaves on the ground |
the rain on hot asphalt. cool fog on dry straw pastures. the salt ocean wind. doug fir, madrone, redwoods, oaks. in the rain, in the hot sun, in the fog. the air that gets trapped in wooden boxes stored in garages. perhaps only when they are my grandpa's boxes. ancient tubes of oil paint. and a variety of things female. |
when i finally step out in the morning and it's in the low 60's, after a long hot miserable summer, and i breath it in, it takes me back to when i was a kid in rhode island - at least for a minute or so. it's like a dylan thomas poem. going from a texas summer to autumn is like that old joke: 1st guy: why are you hitting yourself in the head with that hammer? 2nd guy: because it feels so good when i stop. |
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Burning leaf piles for a close second. |
I was referring to Midwest Autumns, not Southern Texas Autumns, but in S.A., there were some beautiful trees that turned this striking orange. |
the rain before it falls fendi purfume fergus (cat) |
honeysuckle is ripe. Others: The smell of the air before it snows. Old books in an old library. The mossy, verdant smell of a deciduous forest. A light smell of the outdoors on a man you like. Burning leaves. When I was a kid, my favorite smell was new tennis balls. They don't smell the same way anymore. |
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puppy breath. |
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girlsmells at certain times of the month the smell of the house after i make this arromatic indian basmati rice garlic, peppers and onion sauteing in oil and chloe's (the dog) feet. often they smell like fritos. the smell of my camaro's exhaust. actually the smell of the car interior in general. all cars over 25 years old smell cool |
yup, or corn nuts. that's what i'm talking about. |
I wonder..... |
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this dog feet thing is actually common? wtf? |
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Really ripe fruit, almost turning. Freshly cut grass. Popcorn. |
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the pooch got skunked the other night. the tub after a tomato bath looks like murder. interesting that this frito-feet thing is not an isolated affair. |
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come into the kitchen and gush over the smell of my cooking. It was usually at the point where I was just sauteeing onions and garlic in olive oil. And I was so bitter about her clueless perkiness at that point that this comment would make me grind my teeth. It's just onions and garlic in olive oil! It's like liking the smell of white rice cooking or something (well, not quite). I mean, there's no thought or preparation involved there. It's a basic cooking smell. Don't tell me how good it is. |
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You know? My mom's like this -- everything, everything in her life is either faaaaabulous or terrrrrible. Nothing's all right. Nothing's even just good or bad. (And I understand that I'm committing some kind of sin here by generalizing about generalizing, but I'm serious. I defy you to listen to my mom talk and hear her give a middling response to anything.) So. Roommate was like this, too. Onions and garlic = WONDERFUL. Well, no. Good, yes. WONDERFUL, eh, not quite. |
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Hmm. Must be contagious. But still. I call him a kid because he was a home-schooled rich kid and has a social maturity years below his actual age. He cannot admit to making a mistake or to having a flaw. He either makes excuses, dismisses the subject, or stands his ground and insists he's right in the face of all evidence. He talks about mundane things as if they should be worldwide headlines. I'm all for having a sense of wonder in life, but will pin you with his inane chatter if you so much as make eye contact. He always speaks at a volume calculated to be overheard. |
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always. deal with it. |
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Smell the coffee, Smell the Roses Smell the Roses, Use your noses |
cooking cabbage, at least in literature, seems to be the smell of misery. it's what winson smith's apartment building smells like in 1984. in e.l. doctorow's "waterworks" there's a scene where the protagonist enters a seedy apartment building to the smell of cabbage. i don't think dostoevsky ever wrote anything that didn't have a bowl of cabbage soup in it somewhere. the first meal raskolnikov has after killing the pawnbroker lady is cabbage soup. |
i think the smell of corned beef and cabbage slow cooking is wonderful. |
all my relatives up in rhode island were full-blood irish (i say were because most of the people i remember are dead now). we rarely made a big deal out of st. patrick's day, but i remember my family getting together on st. paddy's day (probably because it fell on a weekend that year) and cooking corned beef and cabbage. or rather, the women cooked and the men sat in front of the tv watching football and smoking cigars. my grandfather smoked el productos and always had little burn-holes on his old shirts. corned beef, cabbage, and cigar. there's a memorable smell for you. |
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i've, uh i've been told. soi'vebeentold. |
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our dogs went to the spa today to get a bath and toe nails clipped and butt glands pressed, etc. so since they were all clean and smelling good, i remembered this thread and decided to smell leroy's feet. i told senor they smelled like tacos. lulu's feet smelled more like bbq, or pork rinds. then i checked this thread again, and read that chloe's feet smelled like fritos! i had forgotten all about that. i only had remembered that dave liked the smell of dog feet. so i smelled leroy's feet again, and yes, more like fritos than tacos. and lulu's don't smell as good, but they do smell okay, more like corn nuts. but also a little stinky. lulu in general is more stinky than leroy. leroy always had the sweetest dog breath, and even when he's dirty, he doesn't stink like dog stink, even when he's stinky, his stink is a good stink. but lulu is just kind of foul stinky. especially after a trip the beach. her breath is always hot and stinky. so it kinda makes sense that her feet don't have a good smell, because nothing about her smells that good. even after a trip to the doggie spa, she doesn't smell *good*, she just doesn't smell like anything at all. but anyway, yes. my dog's feet smell like fritos or tacos. that's so fuckin cool. |
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I am not kidding. I will notify the authorities, if they are not promptly pooped out. |
you guys got your critters on dogster? i had never heard about the butt gland expressing thing until i met chloe. it's disgusting and sometimes, when she gets excited, if its been a while, she stinks the place out. fucking dogs. fucking strange, loveable, frito-feet smelling dogs. |
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oh yeah! Henry is so cute. you need to add more recent photos. |
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The other day we were driving to the park. I keep him buckled into a harness, usually in the back but I had him in the front. He tries to crawl into my lap and I have to push him away. He got tired of pushing and finally just rested his face on my wrist and looked up at me with the sweetest, saddest puppy face. He's so manipulative. |
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do you dress your dog in costume for halloween. we do :) lulu is going to be a stripper, and leroy is going to be a caveman. |
damn you all. |
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went back to get a bigger size, they were all out. |
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pet ownership is a great substitute for having kids. the experience probably isn't as rewarding as having babies, but you can't put your babies in the backyard while you go out and have cocktails. well, you could, but then there's the hassle of child protective services, prison, etc. |
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Born 7:49 a.m. on 10/31/2006 8 pounds 4 ounces 20 inches girl,no name yet |
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J, i can't get to the photo from work, it's blocked. :( * depressed caveman * sexy stripper * the kids * the furriest caveman that ever lived |
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I'm thinking Reese might have to go sit on Santa's knee this year. Having her has enriched my life so much in a way I cannot describe. I was never a dog person, she was going to be 'Andrew's dog'. But she is our dog, and I can't imagine not having her. |
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she looks like she's making a biscuit. |
Today she was so cute,I was holding my new grandbaby Jania and they came over and she was like what's My nana holding that baby for? She climbed up on me and just snuggled in to me.I feel so blessed.New baby scroll up,born on Halloween,is that goth or what? And yes Nate,she probably was making a biscuit,that costume was a chick hatching from a egg and the poor thing could hardly walk her egg bottom was so padded,very ass ponyish |
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has anyone ever heard of dogs getting vaccinations for hepatitis or leptospirosis? |
Even though I've always been a dog person, I know how you feel. |
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