Fodor's 2007 Convention?
Jun 27th, 2006, 04:23 PM
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You were tall AND hairy. Hmm, excess testosterone, hot wax..luckeeeeee.
Me, medium height, hair sprayed for then current Mt. Vesuvius bangs layered and eyes delicately rimmed in Kohl. Brassiere? Probably double padded.
I won't even hazard a guess as to what I drank back then. Not a Propel, that much I know. Probably a rum and coke, or BV coke, or a screwdriver, something dull.
I was never much for the beer drinkers~ reminded me too much of h.s., all cold and slimy and too much of the Roman hand syndrome.
anyway, dinner is about to be served here. remember, Frank will be ready for your Scooby Dooby Doo...
Me, medium height, hair sprayed for then current Mt. Vesuvius bangs layered and eyes delicately rimmed in Kohl. Brassiere? Probably double padded.
I won't even hazard a guess as to what I drank back then. Not a Propel, that much I know. Probably a rum and coke, or BV coke, or a screwdriver, something dull.
I was never much for the beer drinkers~ reminded me too much of h.s., all cold and slimy and too much of the Roman hand syndrome.
anyway, dinner is about to be served here. remember, Frank will be ready for your Scooby Dooby Doo...
Jun 27th, 2006, 04:27 PM
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Budman~ yes, I am spent. I am going to recharge for awhile, and pretend to be intelligent while our non drinking employee comes for dinner.
Then I will pass out on my chaise lounge outside while the evil squirrels plot at how to get into the attic and take my teddies.
Then I will pass out on my chaise lounge outside while the evil squirrels plot at how to get into the attic and take my teddies.
Jun 27th, 2006, 10:08 PM
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Goodnight all my new friends~ I'm exhausted after today's escape into alternate reality.
During dinner, my younger son, in an effort to contribute to our discussion of current events, asked about the famous woman who was a cook and in trouble with the law. Wasn't it Betty Crocker, he asked?
No, Martha Stewart, I gently corrected. And she learned how to pick her ankle bracelet on the internet too.
The only thing Betty did wrong was make too many choices for brownie mix.
Goodness, I can hardly see straight. I did learn something about Portugal though. We had a charming young man explain about his two year mission there, and it was quite entertaining to hear his experiences.
I sometimes joke to my friends that I want to give up our hurry scurry life and become a missionary family. Of course, the version I have is more modern Gilligan's island than hard labor and required immunizations.
I'll dream about sailing the world and hoping the pirates are going the other way. J.
During dinner, my younger son, in an effort to contribute to our discussion of current events, asked about the famous woman who was a cook and in trouble with the law. Wasn't it Betty Crocker, he asked?
No, Martha Stewart, I gently corrected. And she learned how to pick her ankle bracelet on the internet too.
The only thing Betty did wrong was make too many choices for brownie mix.
Goodness, I can hardly see straight. I did learn something about Portugal though. We had a charming young man explain about his two year mission there, and it was quite entertaining to hear his experiences.
I sometimes joke to my friends that I want to give up our hurry scurry life and become a missionary family. Of course, the version I have is more modern Gilligan's island than hard labor and required immunizations.
I'll dream about sailing the world and hoping the pirates are going the other way. J.
Jun 28th, 2006, 08:18 AM
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I don't know about the brewery, Bob. A bunch of relative strangers throwing back the hard stuff right off the bat.. like college, except now a few have more baggage, ex spouses, less hair, more botox, capped teeth, better jobs, child support, f.f. miles, gender operations, 401's gone south, or maybe north and the Hummer is a lovely money green, trouble with the law, problems with immigration, dislike of Democrats, Republicans, librarians, actors, celebrities, athletes, Scientologists, downsizing, overseas job displacement, the weather being too hot, wet, cold, lawsuits, road rage, social anxiety issues, e.d. intimidation, obesity, and whatever else...
If meeting at the brewery would help with any or none of the above, I reluctantly agree, except I'll be playing the part of a benevolent life coach, ready to help you find the insight to just let it go and evolve into the enlightened souls that you were really meant to be.
Everyone please roll out your mats now. Let's stretch...feel your back start to relax, roll your shoulders, feel your neck loosen up.
Downward facing dog is a bit too ambitious for the new ones, so we will walk on the beach, listen to the gentle sounds of the waves, watch the birds fly freely.
You are happy to be here. You are alive and healthy and the new day is filled with promise. Hold on to one nice thought. Let it guide you through the little minefield we call life. Breathe in slowly. Let it out. Once again. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
If meeting at the brewery would help with any or none of the above, I reluctantly agree, except I'll be playing the part of a benevolent life coach, ready to help you find the insight to just let it go and evolve into the enlightened souls that you were really meant to be.
Everyone please roll out your mats now. Let's stretch...feel your back start to relax, roll your shoulders, feel your neck loosen up.
Downward facing dog is a bit too ambitious for the new ones, so we will walk on the beach, listen to the gentle sounds of the waves, watch the birds fly freely.
You are happy to be here. You are alive and healthy and the new day is filled with promise. Hold on to one nice thought. Let it guide you through the little minefield we call life. Breathe in slowly. Let it out. Once again. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Jun 28th, 2006, 08:59 AM
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Budman~ yes, I slept well, thanks to mental exhaustion, good company, no wine and a few laughs.
Now I need to saddle up my mountain bike. I'm taking Mr. Buffett along. Not Warren, the bumps would hurt his back. Jimmy, the sailor man. Singing of the ocean and cheeseburgers and lipitor for that special badabing~
So I'm going pedaling, and planning something special for later. I think our party needs a theme. Not all white. Diddy does that. hmmm.
Now I need to saddle up my mountain bike. I'm taking Mr. Buffett along. Not Warren, the bumps would hurt his back. Jimmy, the sailor man. Singing of the ocean and cheeseburgers and lipitor for that special badabing~
So I'm going pedaling, and planning something special for later. I think our party needs a theme. Not all white. Diddy does that. hmmm.
Jun 28th, 2006, 11:06 AM
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What a day! It is beautiful, dry and mild. The mosquitoes which attack like bulimics in a Krispy Kreme are all but gone finally.
I was all dressed like a Lance wannabe, dayglo jacket, jelly diaper bike shorts,(a small price to pay for the feeling of sitting atop a marshmallow cloud), sports top for comic relief, camel pack for hydration.
Then, I was embarrassed to see the garbage truck coming as I left my driveway. I bet the boys wonder how I can drink all those imported beers and manage to get on the old Trekkie in the morning.. also, they can't see that I've carefully used electrical tape in such a way that I resemble a woman I saw in an old seventies movie once.. Linda somebody, the name escapes me for now.
anyway, the smell of wildflowers and weed killer keeps me alert and my sinuses clear for a couple miles.
I realize too late that I've picked Jimmy's collection, vs. just the standard cd. I'm one of those who sets goals, you know, last song I'm on my way home. Okay, I'll burn off a few more calories anyway.
I am releived to be home. Even early, days like this start to heat up fast, and I'm beginning to perspire like my idol Rush, when he realizes that once again, he has some "splaining to do.
Gotta freshen up. Let's meet later and finalize the freak show, oops.. I mean, the lovely gtg and lively party forthcoming, J.
I was all dressed like a Lance wannabe, dayglo jacket, jelly diaper bike shorts,(a small price to pay for the feeling of sitting atop a marshmallow cloud), sports top for comic relief, camel pack for hydration.
Then, I was embarrassed to see the garbage truck coming as I left my driveway. I bet the boys wonder how I can drink all those imported beers and manage to get on the old Trekkie in the morning.. also, they can't see that I've carefully used electrical tape in such a way that I resemble a woman I saw in an old seventies movie once.. Linda somebody, the name escapes me for now.
anyway, the smell of wildflowers and weed killer keeps me alert and my sinuses clear for a couple miles.
I realize too late that I've picked Jimmy's collection, vs. just the standard cd. I'm one of those who sets goals, you know, last song I'm on my way home. Okay, I'll burn off a few more calories anyway.
I am releived to be home. Even early, days like this start to heat up fast, and I'm beginning to perspire like my idol Rush, when he realizes that once again, he has some "splaining to do.
Gotta freshen up. Let's meet later and finalize the freak show, oops.. I mean, the lovely gtg and lively party forthcoming, J.
Jun 28th, 2006, 11:52 AM
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Bayougal~ hellooooooo. I'm all shiny and perky because of exfoliation. How is your week so far? Any travel updates for the Great North? Do tell..
After dad sold the last milking weasel, I was grief stricken. I needed a direction and purpose that six years of college had failed to provide.
I joined a convent. I thought it would bring peace and clarity. Instead, it was quite the opposite.
Sister Ethyl had tickling parties and I grew tired of hiding at shower time. So I moved to a small island and collected old glass balls on the beach.
Loneliness and exzema would not permit that life for long, however. When it became possible to own both a curling iron and a computer, things took a turn for the better.
Jezabell, I worked up an appetite! I can't for the life of me imagine why they are allowing this nonsense to fester to this extent.
Bored editors or blissful ignorance, or maybe someone just likes their lunchtime hobby of airline mini bottles and researching the Baltic region, go figure...ltrgtr, J.
After dad sold the last milking weasel, I was grief stricken. I needed a direction and purpose that six years of college had failed to provide.
I joined a convent. I thought it would bring peace and clarity. Instead, it was quite the opposite.
Sister Ethyl had tickling parties and I grew tired of hiding at shower time. So I moved to a small island and collected old glass balls on the beach.
Loneliness and exzema would not permit that life for long, however. When it became possible to own both a curling iron and a computer, things took a turn for the better.
Jezabell, I worked up an appetite! I can't for the life of me imagine why they are allowing this nonsense to fester to this extent.
Bored editors or blissful ignorance, or maybe someone just likes their lunchtime hobby of airline mini bottles and researching the Baltic region, go figure...ltrgtr, J.
Jun 28th, 2006, 01:40 PM
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Still stuck at the office? Well, relief is in sight.. I'll have some energy water and summon the tgif spirits.
I began to crochet after a long spell of idle hands. I found my uncle's old book with good techniques. Think it's called the happy hooker, some foreign gal really invented some tricky maneuvers. I can't believe that they aren't challenging and/or messy as well...
I ran a few of the more complex patterns by my dh, who was at first startled, but became surprisingly receptive.. in fact, sometimes, I read a passage to him, just to test for Christmas ideas.
She may have taught English before she wrote her book, since there is one pattern for comma suture or some such name.. I guess it was warm there, as the people didn't seem to care for modern dress, but I don't like to judge.
**Oh Kal, did you call Rush today so we understand why he had the little helpers with the dr.'s name?**
Look at the time. The church ladies will be here soon and I have yet to put on Enya music and light the pina colada candles.
Ever so calmly yours, J.
I began to crochet after a long spell of idle hands. I found my uncle's old book with good techniques. Think it's called the happy hooker, some foreign gal really invented some tricky maneuvers. I can't believe that they aren't challenging and/or messy as well...
I ran a few of the more complex patterns by my dh, who was at first startled, but became surprisingly receptive.. in fact, sometimes, I read a passage to him, just to test for Christmas ideas.
She may have taught English before she wrote her book, since there is one pattern for comma suture or some such name.. I guess it was warm there, as the people didn't seem to care for modern dress, but I don't like to judge.
**Oh Kal, did you call Rush today so we understand why he had the little helpers with the dr.'s name?**
Look at the time. The church ladies will be here soon and I have yet to put on Enya music and light the pina colada candles.
Ever so calmly yours, J.
Jun 28th, 2006, 06:27 PM
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I decided to do a good turn and check how the boys were doing at the work site nearby. The nail gun is a menacing tool, sort of a mini jackhammer and a raspy phlegm cough all at once.
After harboring erotic thoughts about Jon Lovitz in his satin bathrobe, I ended up at Subway and ordered four footlongs to go. I can't know for certain what the petite sammie maker was thinking, maybe wondering why my hair was such a rat's nest when I'm normally more pulled together. I could have made a lame remark about being out of hairspray, but I don't care to give away personal info. before 3 p.m.
So after delivering my small band of hooligans their meals, I stopped at the new neighbors to introduce myself.
The Wyoming plate intrigued me, as did the mechanical bull in the driveway. insert "travel talk". I was hoping to try it out, since my thighs are calloused from the old days, but she said everyone pays their quarter, welcoming committee or not.
Anyway, I have a blinding headache from our wind, being in the outdoors all day and being forced to listen to some evangelists shrieking from a bullhorn in town. Holding up signs is one thing, but blasting the scary stuff is another. They have no idea what eternal torture is anyway, unless they have heard my oldest son's c.d collection!
Tammy Faye and Jim were good for a laugh, these people were small, pale and without a leader. Why do they have to be obnoxious? A small monkey would be an attention getter at least.
They should do something honest and profitable. Stacking particle board or importing lychee nuts perhaps.
At least I'm alone this evening. I'm going to look on ESPN for a good fight, get a nice glass of wine and settle in.
Lucky 195, J.
After harboring erotic thoughts about Jon Lovitz in his satin bathrobe, I ended up at Subway and ordered four footlongs to go. I can't know for certain what the petite sammie maker was thinking, maybe wondering why my hair was such a rat's nest when I'm normally more pulled together. I could have made a lame remark about being out of hairspray, but I don't care to give away personal info. before 3 p.m.
So after delivering my small band of hooligans their meals, I stopped at the new neighbors to introduce myself.
The Wyoming plate intrigued me, as did the mechanical bull in the driveway. insert "travel talk". I was hoping to try it out, since my thighs are calloused from the old days, but she said everyone pays their quarter, welcoming committee or not.
Anyway, I have a blinding headache from our wind, being in the outdoors all day and being forced to listen to some evangelists shrieking from a bullhorn in town. Holding up signs is one thing, but blasting the scary stuff is another. They have no idea what eternal torture is anyway, unless they have heard my oldest son's c.d collection!
Tammy Faye and Jim were good for a laugh, these people were small, pale and without a leader. Why do they have to be obnoxious? A small monkey would be an attention getter at least.
They should do something honest and profitable. Stacking particle board or importing lychee nuts perhaps.
At least I'm alone this evening. I'm going to look on ESPN for a good fight, get a nice glass of wine and settle in.
Lucky 195, J.
Jun 28th, 2006, 08:01 PM
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I am awake, as it's a mere 8 p.m. now! I am prone to headaches very so often and being in the bright son and not eating enough just about did me in.
I took a rare long bath with one of those Lush bath bombs and feel like a new woman
Anyway, it's almost time to see old latex coated Hasselhoff judging the few and proud and talented.
Thanks for shouting out.. I told my dh if this thing reaches the 200 mark, I'll do my special herkimer jump on the trampoline, wearing only a smile!
Glad he went fishing tonight though, he'll never know the awful truth,lol.
I took a rare long bath with one of those Lush bath bombs and feel like a new woman
Anyway, it's almost time to see old latex coated Hasselhoff judging the few and proud and talented.
Thanks for shouting out.. I told my dh if this thing reaches the 200 mark, I'll do my special herkimer jump on the trampoline, wearing only a smile!
Glad he went fishing tonight though, he'll never know the awful truth,lol.
