hahaha - i was not a mooner. i was the stage manager, and so it was kept secret from me until it happened, and it was too late to do anything about it. (i'm glad! it was SO funny!)
i don't think i ever puked on anyone, but when i was 17 or 18, and on one of my 1st dates with a certain guy, he took me to Red Lobster. Which is pretty fancy when you're 18. Anyway, we ordered, and they brought us hush puppies. He grabbed the ketchup, and i said, "Eeeww. You put ketchup on hush puppies? Gross! i hate ketchup period, and i've never seen anyone put it on their hush puppies before..." He said, "Mmmm. I LOVE ketchup," and enthusiastically gave the bottle a mighty shake.
Except, the lid wasn't on tight.
i was COVERED in ketchup - which really i HATE. i was so mad, i was crying, my clothes were ruined - and he was mad cause i made him take me home - he wanted to stay and eat!
Amazing to think, we wound up involved for several years, and lived together for a couple of years. We still are in touch sometimes....
amy
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Doomed gardening
Snort. I want to hear more about your ketchup aversion.
i have an aversion to most condiments.
But i REALLY hate pickles.
Do you eat your sammies DRY??? cough. cough. Or have you built your own non-condementiments?
(Wrightie -- to your question back up there before Amy's way more interesting catsup comment (and Amy -- do you listen to Garrison Keillor's ode to catsup that is on his show most weeks?) yes, I bought the bakers rack and it has been assembled -- even had to get the step-son to hack saw it a bit to fit around some pipes for the perfect basement placement -- and I have the light fixtures, seed, dirt and obligatory cat, but the whole ensemble currently has laundry draped over it rather than seeds. Pitiful.)
i'm a fish-a-vegetarian, so sandwitches are not a big part of my world.
i like this spicy honey mustard we get at a local store, and i like blue cheese dressing on grilled tuna sandwiches...
oh.. in DC you have Legal Seafood. i love Legal Seafood. My 1st trip to DC we went there. sigh...
Bluefish
Uh, "What is the ending of the phrase: one fish, two fish, red fish..?"
o - not playing Jeapordy, bad amy!
huh?
LOL ... blame it on the vino, sorry! Don't they have lots of bluefish off the coast of CT in the L.I. Sound? Or is it blue gill? ... I'll shut up ...
I used to be a vegetarian (lacto-ovo) -- cheese & onion sammies were a staple of my diet as I was living in the UK at the time and they're popular there.
i dunno.
sorry - blame it on the cold, or the cold medicine.
sniffle.
cough.
Happens to be my favorite kind of fish (not that you were asking).
And yes, I think there are lot of bluefish up that way. I've actually fished for them off Martha's Vineyard.
Wanna know something sick? I am actually AT THIS MOMENT on the phone with my boss working on a memo to a client.
In view of the day and time- yeah thats sick
In view of- chatting on DG while 'on the phone' w/ boss- cool
And oh my God, but he heard me typing and asked if I was sending him something. I am having such a hard time avoiding laughing out loud!
This call has gone on forever -- 34 minutes to be exact, and counting. I'd go insane if I couldn't go on line.
What is he *saying*?
Please tell him that you'll put the cover letter on the TPS report before it goes out.
Worse -- we're talking about the interplay between Code sections 401(a)(9) and 417(a)(3) -- aren't you sorry you asked? I'll never mention it again, I promise! And I'm off the phone (hooray) -- I wonder if there might be a bottle of vino in the casa? I've got a feeling there just might be -- and I'm on the prowl.
Happy, Jim read that over my shoulder and said, "that's why there's a mute button." He does all sorts of things while on teleconferences -- from playing with the cats to rinsing out his cereal bowl -- and nobody is ever the wiser. :-)
Sadly, it wasn't a conference call; I was talking and typing and listening all at once!
Actually, my office phone has a mute button, but I don't think my home phone does. My headset might, though; I need to read the instruction manual! Say "hi" to Jim for me!
Thanks for the laughs ladies. More, more school stories.
Ruby
Had some great times at after school play practice- One day we went running around playing "Washington terrorist." I don't even remember the incident, something to do with gunmen. Just so fun to be able to run in the empty halls! My friends were on the yearbook comittee. One day we were all in the 'yearbook room' taking naps during study hall and the English teacher came in!!
We were laughing so much, all the time, we had a notebook of all the litttle things we would say that had us hysterical. After a few years I couldn't decipher it, had forgotten all the references.
I was so skinny, I actually could squeeze into a locker.
So cute Sally. I would have been one of the persons standing around encouraging you to get in the locker. Go Sally, go. Gee, sitting here thinking of the olden days, ha- ha when I walked, ran, skipped and jumped through what used to be called Junior High. Pretty much where ever I was, you could be certain that someone was up to no good. Mostly comical kid stuff thankfully and not too much vandalism or other crimes.
I am ever amazed when I compare today's youth to my own. So funny how at the middle school age we, or me at least thought that we had the world by the tail and knew so much more than most adults. I wonder if most of that age still believe that? I still have an 18 year old at home and it is painful sometimes to watch how immature he is and how "off" his thinking is. I have only had two sons, so don't know much about how females act or think at this age, other than my own skewed thinking at that age.
I just read the online version of our local newspaper and saw the obituary of a former childhood friend. I will attempt to go his funeral tomorrow and will be reminded many times, depending upon the persons there, of many, many childhood antics. Sad occasion, but will give me the opportunity to catch up with a good number of friends from the past. Richard was only 50 and I haven't heard whether he has been ill or had an accident. I suppose that this is just the tip of the iceberg for our hometown group leaving this living place.
I hope that this last bit of info doesn't change the lilt of this thread. I am enjoying the stories I am hearing.
This is to wish everyone a happy Monday and good and productive week for all.
Ruby
a caladium i did NOT buy at home depot today.
SNORT!
(What did John do after that?)
Can you imagine showing someone around your garden?
"Oooh, what's THAT one?"
"John peed elephant ears."
Thanks for not letting me be alone in my immaturity...
Oh no, immaturity is a higly respected attribute around here.
We actually boot those who show the remotest inclination to maturity.
But Wrightie: Are you down to 4 more days?
LOL!! Amy, I still get kicks out of the John C. Flood plumbers....and Harry C. Beaver gyn jokes. Wicked girl.
Ah, I see what kind of teen Sally was....I was the opposite. More quiet, a bookworm, a looker-on observer and commentator, but no way would I get my rear-end in the spotlight. When I was 16, I had this girlfriend who, how should I say this? she was a problem child. She lied to her mother to get out on dates. She used me as an alibi and would say she and I were going out roller skating 'cuz I wanted her to go, etc. Well, we would go to the roller rink and I was the good one, I skated every round. But where was Leisa? She was out in the parking lot most of the whole time with all the boys in town. I mean, everywhere we went, it was a ploy to snag boys. I had a horse at the time, and one cold spring day, she suggested, no persuaded me, that we ride the horse to town on Cherry Street, which was a drag strip for teens. I can't believe I let her talk me into that, and the poor horse had the day of his life, going 20 miles round trip, including the jaunt down Cherry Street and around the Dairy Queen (how many times??). Of course, we picked up some interest, but not the kind Leisa had hoped for. The soda joint owner was NOT pleased and told us to get the horse out of his parking lot or ..........Lucky my parents didn't find that one out.
Yes!!! Hooray!!!
Happy, I finally pulled out the measuring tape today ... LOL! ... the little crate is going to be too small (24" l, vice the 32" l that we need) ... and the big crate is too big for the backseat. We're going to switch to Plan B (not sure which plan that will b, heh heh). In any case, I most humbly appreciate the loan! We may take my car instead, or I'll run out and buy the 300 model before we go. I think it's funny!
Are you driving by New Haven?
I'm zipping through New Haven, yes! Shall I throw a rock?
Please don't.
When will you be passing thru? Time for a coffee break?
Oh now I'm REALLY jealous. (But I'll be in Stamford on buz tomorrow night, come to think of it.)
Amethystism, thank you! I would like that a lot! In fact, a stop at Pepe's Pizza would *really* be groovy, but *unfortunately*, I just don't think that we'll have time. It's a quick up and back, while fitting in visits with old friends as well as meeting with our breeder and picking up the new puppy. I have a feeling that there will be many more trips to CT in our future, however! :0
Happy's going to be buzzed in Stamford tomorrow night?
Would the crate fit with the front passenger seat folded up/forward? Then you could ride in back with Zeb.
nope! :)
Amy: Yes, I was in Stamford, but now am home and had no time to play (though I did go to a really good restaurant -- I need to find the receipt so I can remind myself of the name of it). Terrible trip home: I took the Acela, but apparently there was a fatal train accident in Boston, so the trains were terribly delayed. I didn't arrive in DC until after 1am. I was eager to pick up some Judies bread (which I adore) while in Connecticut, but the nearest it is sold to Stamford was Milford, which I couldn't do (or so I thought). So I spent most of the time asleep in the Hilton, lost en route to one client or driving back and forth to another in Purchase, NY, or hanging out in the train station eating junk food. If I had anticipated the delay, I could have driven to New Haven and back easily, alas.
yikes. Travel is such fun.