Warning: Some Violence and Much Strong Language.SHE WROTE: If You Must Know
He was telling the God's honest truth about the fight until he got to the cats and dogs part and the left-handed stuff and then he was just on a roll, making stuff up. He can have all the stuff he put back in including Crockett and Tubbs, just not where he put it, and we'd discussed it once and agreed, and then he put back FOUR PAGES of it and killed the opening, and while I was pointing that out like an adult, okay, not like an adult, but I apologized in the next e-mail, he said, "Well, you took that well, let's keep this professional," and then all I remember is a red haze blotting out the sun, and he yelled, too, and when it cleared . . .
We have to stop doing that. It's not like it's fun. And when it's over, we look at each other and say, "Why do we DO that?" The profanity isn't the problem, he's from the Bronx and I used to teach junior high, we've heard it all, it's the wasted energy. And then we go, "Right. So in this next scene . . ."
And the book is really good, too. It's not the book that's making us crazy, it's each other. (You know, I really only have one Hot Button, and he hits it EVERY DAMN TIME, and I don't think that's an accident, do you? I mean if you knew your partner was guaranteed to go absolutely berserk if you did something, WOULDN'T YOU REFRAIN FROM DOING THAT, but noooooo . . .where was I?) The only good thing about this one is that usually it takes us until midnight to quit fighting and say, "Okay, fine, now in this next scene," but this one was over by noon. Mostly because we were both so appalled by ourselves. Well, I was appalled. Bob just wanted to get the book done so he stopped fighting, it's not like he agreed I was right. Sigh.
But it wasn't about being left-handed. My mother is left-handed. Jeez.
159 Comments:
ACK. I'm never the first comment!
I 'm not even going to say anything funny just so I can be first.
Do they have couples counseling for writing partners?
Okay, now that the whole cheap thrill of the first comment is out of my system . . .
I'm starting to wonder if the fights actually serve a constructive purpose in the unique Jenny-Bob creative partnership.
Maybe it stimulates left-brain function . . . or right-brain function . . . or whichever side of the brain is used for writing.
Maybe I should admit that I'm too tired to make sense and go to bed, giddy with the thrill of no longer being a first comment cherry.
I'm just glad the book is terrific. So, nothing's really wasted.
fqcja: Fighting's quite cathartic. Jenny? Agree?
Well if she ever told me what that hot button is, it would probably help.
Men- they can never find the hot button without a guide.
One of the biggest fights my husband and I ever had is when we were having this disagreement he said "You are getting really worked up." Then I taught him the meaning of worked up.
Okay, first, Jenny - only one hot button? Geez, that must be nice. I've got like a whole bunch.
And Bob - um, you hit it everytime, she shouldn't have to spell out what it is, duh, like how long have you known her and been writing with her?
With that said, I know my husbands hot spot, and I enjoy hitting every so often, although not as often as he hits mine and I know he does it on purpose.
Play nice, get the book done, keep us happy.
Any time a man tells me to calm down, or somehow implies that I need to do so, I pretty much see red and go ballistic. It's the equivalent of being slapped across the face. Her hot button might be kinda like that, but with less immediate an inclination toward actual violence than I tend toward. Or not. I'll bet she has one hell of a right hook.
Ooo, this could be a fun game: Guess Jenny's Hot Button!
I would say it's that tone of voice that some men get when they think you're just too stupid to breathe. Except that Bob hits it through email, which is notoriously bad at accurately carrying tone of voice.
We know Jenny doesn't care about being a "funny" writer; she writes about community. So maybe that's at the core.
Truthfully, I don't know how two writers even talk to each other, much less trust each other to collaborate. Good on you, guys.
Jenny - the next Bob hits your hot button, remind him that as a good SEAL, he wouldn't do that!!! You KNOW how much he wishes he'd been a SEAL instead of a GB :)
eileen sez: Men- they can never find the hot button without a guide.
eileen: my neighbors probably think I'm totally nuts because I read that and was laughing like a lunatic. Thank you! :)
*snort* without a guide *snort*
I have to agree that I think the fighting might be energizing or a way of clearing out your system... next time it starts think of the email as a big ol' kleenex & the fight as emptying your sinuses... it that visual doesn't slow you down... nothing will!
Also, as any good therapist will tell you - you can't assume he knows your hot button - you have to tell him, 'friend, partner, neat guy... when you say "X" in that particular tone, it makes me really crazy and I want to take a frying pan to your backside, preferably a hot frying pan... so please don't say "X" in that particular tone UNLESS that is the reaction you are looking for'.
Or, it could be that its all crap and its simply the phase of the moon. Robert, enjoy the crisp DRY air of Colorado & Jennifer, have a cold drink and a hot bath and it will all be better tomorrow!
cheers,
tkawd: think kitties and walk delicately
Jenny said : Mostly because we were both so appalled by ourselves. Well, I was appalled.
That feeling of shame and embarrassment about our behavior is awful isn't it?
We have a law out here that a dog cannot be left in a car if the temperature is over 90 degrees F. Now I know that, but I'd just picked the dog up from getting her bath, she was still nice and damp, I had the windows cracked and chose a large shady tree to park underneath, and I ran in to Trader Joe's for one item, and it was 92 degrees F.
A woman getting out of a car started screaming at me, "Don't you know you shouldn't ... she went on and on. "You don't deserve to own a dog."
I responded with, "Get a life you stupid bitch, I'm getting one thing, paying cash, I'll be two friggin minutes."
Plus I didn't tell her my dog will go outside and lie down in the dirt underneath the grapefruit tree even if it's 110 degrees F. And I feel worried and have to get her leash and drag her inside.
Anyway, my car is new and so doesn't have plates yet, I'm sure if it did she'd have called it in. I came out with my carton of milk and she and her friend were still getting out of the car. So I abused her again ... and then I slunk home, red-faced and cowering.
How could I have sunk so low? And for what reason? Being an amateur psychologist, I finally figured it was because she was right and I was guilty. You know the guilty always speak the loudest in their own defense.
Still red-faced but the dog's okay.
rg
weajmcma
(forget it)
Okay, teenagers went to their respective houses, I can rest easy after I lock all the doors.
Logging off for the night. No internet inside the cottage. Funny how that works and I have to say it's darn chilly out here anyway. Isn't it July? Huh, NY weather. Before you know it, it will be snowing.
Bob - commune with the squirrels.
Jenny - push the big red button, you know the one, it blows things up, might be fun.
cutuonaa - nothing comes to mind.
Bob, Bob, Bob...do you really think that is going to let you off the hook? as my teenage conterparts say, plu-eze.
last time someone tried to imply my anger wasn't justified...well, he got rid of the limp after a couple of weeks...
eileen said "Men- they can never find the hot button without a guide."
i'm with g-g. *snort snort*
not sure how much fighting helps your writing, but it does get you guys to blog more so go for it. (i know, their well mental being takes a backsides to more blog posts. i'll feel shame about it...sooner or later.)
Another Anon said "Do they have couples counseling for writing partners?" I was going to suggest that! It's actually not a bad idea.
My DH gets on my very last nerve (okay, I only have one nerve and everyone gets on it) when he BLAMES ME FOR CRAP I DIDN'T DO (said through clenched teeth).
The other day he comes to my office so I could drive him to get his work truck and says "I could just scream. Where's my work phone?" I look at him as if to say how the *&^^% should I know. "I dunno, the camper?" Seeing as how he'd taken it camping that seemed logical.
"I looked in the camper."
"Well, I'll help you look when we get home."
He rants about how no one ever leaves things where he can find them, yada yada yada and gets me so worked up I just about hit a pedestrian. Yay brakes!
We look in the camper and he sits down to look through a cubby hole. After putting the stuff away he stands up and heads for the door.
"Did you look in that bag?" I ask, pointing to the bright yellow *lumpy* plastic bag sitting on the seat where he had been. This would be the bright yellow lumpy plastic bag he'd sat on twice already that day.
"No," he says, exasperated that I would ask him such a stupid question at a desperate time like this.
We all know what was in the bag.
And then he wanted to have sex.
Jenny, at least Bob doesn't want to have sex with you after driving you crazy.
That should be grounds for justifiable homicide.
RG wrote: I responded with, "Get a life you stupid bitch, I'm getting one thing, paying cash, I'll be two friggin minutes."
Aw hell, RG, I think you just crossed over to the dark side and found the voice to write that scene you've been procrastinating about all week. Love it.
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. Bob, Bob, Bob. You sound like a couple of teenagers trying to shock their parents with a newfound vocabulary of profanity. Jenny, dear, if you know you only have ONE hot button (and really, it is almost criminal to not share how you accomplished that little feat), one would think you'd do a better job of hiding it. Professional that you are.
And Bob. Geez. Mirror and a stick?
Nothing worse than getting all geared up for a fight and having your prey, um, combatant just walk away. Poor Jenny. Poor Bob.
And really, the fact that the fight is over with by noon is not such a big accomplishment if you started it 12 hours earlier than usual. Geez. Knock it off and get back to work.
Not that we are unappreciative of the entertainment, but don't you two have a deadline? C'mon, rivers are burning, snow is falling (says JJ), time's a wastin'.
bw
csqyo: christina says: quote young otters
HE KNOWS WHAT THE HOT BUTTON IS.
I am not going to get into the argument, one way or the other. It seems to work for the both of you so maybe we should just stay out of it.
BTW Jenny speaking of your mother, did she ever get the tattoo? I can't remember if you mentioned it here or on another blog (Argh Ink?)about going home for a holiday and your mother seeing your tattoo. That was you wasn't it? So...did she?
And Bob if Jenny ever told you what her hot button was you would probably push it all the time. You think?
green zdvgn
Zingers, Doherty, vary greatly now.
see, anger does make them post! and look, Jenny used all caps.
of course he knows what the hot button is. i believe every man has a secret death wish, so hence, he pushes the hot button. too bad you can't get him to pinky himself...nah, then we'd be without the book. maybe when you see him next whack him a few times and go "how do you like the button now, Robert?!?"
Jenny....Bob...
ROFLMAO
hdgakiul blue
had delightfulGA kicks in unusual lands
I think you do it on purpose. Just to keep us entertained. Otherwise, as an adult, you would close your eyes before opening the email, take a deep cleansing breath, and tell yourself that it was just a working relationship, nothing personal, you will remain all zen about it, consider the suggestions calmly, write a friendly answer, and sign up for yoga class.
But who am I to talk. I couldn't imagine writing a book with somebody else, there are too many stories in my head as it is. And I can't even stand somebody (no, not even the nicest people in my life) to look over my shoulder when I'm writing.
gojhsayo - go on, Jenny, hit something and you're okay.
See now, a man who knows your hot button and how to hit it is not a man you want to lose. They're rare ;-) So many of them have no clue about buttons. Jeez once I even offered one a miners hat and a map...dont try it, wasn't very well received.
Okay yeah, not that kind of button.
Ahh the red haze. I love the one where men suggest that maybe it's the wrong time of the month to be talking about xyz. That one is a red haze magnet.
oqkwoohl - oh quickly kids woohl.
I just woke up DH LOL because Jenny and Bob are still arguing in the blog.
I think men forget where our hot buttons are because when they hit them they look so bewildered when you blow up. Which then makes you even angrier because after blankety blank years they ought to know. Jenny, Bob's a guy. He's never going to remember but he's always going to hit it smack in the center. Kind of goes along with your sibling type arguing.
DUG love the miner's hat and light comment. Really love it.
DUG sorry meant the miner's hat and map comment. Haven't had caffeine yet.
Does anyone else feel a little spooked when J&B pop up in the comments like that? I keep expecting to hear a big booming voice: "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain. The Great and Powerful Oz has spoken..."
You know, now Jenny is looking all cute and fluffy, too.
There was a little bit of rain here late last night, some distant rumbles of thunder -- and I lay there in bed, laughing instead of sleeping because it sounded like it was coming from Ohio.
Gonna need a lot of caffeine to make it through the rest of this day.
bw
Jenny said: "HE KNOWS WHAT THE HOT BUTTON IS."
Well of course he does. Did you really think otherwise? Bet its all part of his deep strategy. If all this was going on around 4 am, no wonder I was awakened out of a sound slumber. The new neighborhood has been so quiet.
bcb said: "I keep expecting to hear a big booming voice: 'Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain. The Great and Powerful Oz has spoken...'"
LMAO! Thanks, I needed that.
Who’s on 1rst? No. He's on 2nd!
Well, girls and boys. The mystery is over. It is for damn sure certain that Bob and Jenny him and her, read the comments since they have both posted in these comments. Jenny posted while I was composing my erudite comment so I didn't catch that right away.
Maybe Jenny should send her critters on Argh Ink post to Bob's island hideaway. Let him deal with them or vise versa.
Oh dear, I guess we must go to Bob's blog and post nice thoughts. We give him such a hard time here. But he should learn that we have to protect The Cherry.
ztwpsg green
Zaza thinks writing prose sounds good.
Heh-heh. Bob and Jenny said "hot."
When I started reading these comments, it was sunny. Just as I reached the end, I heard a single growl of thunder.
Are they at it again?
Or am I attributing way too much power to The Cherry and The Bob?
bon cheri bomb said...
Does anyone else feel a little spooked when J&B pop up in the comments like that? I keep expecting to hear a big booming voice: "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain. The Great and Powerful Oz has spoken..."
LOL!! Yes! I find myself worrying about the fabric of space. Arguing within each other's blogs. I think I saw this on an episode of Twilight Zone.
Bob, if you agreed not to put the Crockett&Tubbs scene there, then you shouldn't just stick it back in without consulting Jenny.
Jenny, if you know that Bob knows that you know that he knows where your hot button is, then he's pushing it deliberately and you shouldn't give him the satisfaction of a response. Or not that response, anyway.
Okay, go to your corners and come out writing.
Ooooh, I like the "cute and fluffy I'm gonna be heard" Jenny, and the contrite "I can't blow it up but maybe I can fix it by acting innocent" Bob.
My ex used to say, "If you'd just tell me ..."
And I'd respond, "If you have to ask what's wrong, then forget it."
Then I'd sulk and stew.
No wonder we're divorced. (grin) I had apparently given the guy a brain and a memory. And I expected him to be no less than a mind reader and a magician.
Ahh, the expectations of youth ...
rg
tmesvl
two meat eaters share very little
Deb said...
Who’s on 1rst? No. He's on 2nd!
I don't know .... THIRD BASE!
When my husband and I get bored, we push each other's hot buttons on purpose just so we can have a fight and not be bored anymore. Maybe Bob was bored.
"Well, you took that well, let's keep this professional,"
Gotta tell you Bob, that did sound a bit patronizing. And being patronizing to a woman is like prodding Cujo with a stick. And you being a former Green Beret and up on death and all, you should really have better instincts. Or maybe you do and its deliberate, like Jenny says. If so, why? Hmmmm. This is like psychological warfare, right?
I feel for you, Jenny.
I only have one Hot Button, myself, however, it probably covers a bit of territory. Still. My DH still denies knowledge all the while he's kicking it in passing. Skirting really close to it without actually touching it or(my favorite) playing the 'I'm NOT touching it' game. (Sounds dirty but I really don't mean That Hot Button).
Honestly, he's either brilliant or stone cold stupid. I don't think he's stupid.
Good Luck.
lbooth
No, Bob, you may not have a prologue. Not even a teeny, tiny one.
Oh, different hot button. :)
Special Forces are trained to find that one hot button and stomp on it until the other person either gets over it and it no longer works or they go berserk. Coping mechanisms are always fun. So, knowing he is going to hit on your hot button, grind your teeth, smile, and say "OK" or "Right", and continue on like nothing had happened. It will take away his advantage and leave him confused. He will try to hit it at least 2 more times before he starts looking for another hot button to push.
And they love to fight, they live to fight. It's gets their blood pumping. They are SOO annoying.
And by the way, there are mosquitoes all over South Carolina. He lies like a rug.
Good luck!
zulu victor bob blows wind
Anon said: "At least he doesn't want to have sex with you after."
Ha! That's funny. I think my DH starts things because he likes make up sex. They must like make up writing.
Colongegirl - I know what you mean about all those people in your head and then someone standing over your shoulder. Not sure I could do it either, I give Bob and Jenny a lot of credit for trying, then making it work, even when Bob hits the hot button. I'd really like to see their e-mails right now.
BCB - No I don't get spooked when Bob and Jenny show up. I get all excited! What does that say about me?
SDCB - Nice thoughts for Bob. You know what I think? I think he enjoys hitting her hot button. I say this because I know my DH and Dear Brother love hitting mine. And when they get together, it's like, lets see how mad we can get Jen, then they sit back with a beer and laugh like it was the best damn thing on the planet. Of course DH then expects sex afterward and says, aw, hon, I was just teasing you. You know what it does to me when you get all hot and bothered like that. Men.
Sonja - pushing buttoms when bored. Hmmm, I can think of better things to do when I'm bored, although my DH would say, lets push buttons then have great make up sex. men.
MCB - "Patranizing a women is like poking cujo with a stick." Or something close to that - Oh god, laughed out loud. Another movie that affected me, although in a really weird way. Me and my friends went and saw it at the theatres, then spent the night in a car pulling one of those stupid all nighters where everyone lied about who's house they were sleeping at so no one had to go home. God that was stupid. Anyway, after being a little drunk, and that movie, and the dogs barking. Nope, can't sleep in cars now.
My biggest hot button, and my husband knows it, is when he trys to tell me I'm shurking my responsibilities when I got to say a writers conference, or a critique group, or golf or anything. then of course he can play golf whenever he wants and go on various trips withoug consulting me. He gets me everytime and I get all made and bitch at him. He sits there and takes and then says, geez, hon, I was just kidding. Jerk. Although, you would think I would get it by now. I mean I have been married to the man for 18 years, together for 22. It's not like he hasn't been pushing that button on purpose for like ever.
She: "Bob's pushing my button"
He: "I'm not either"
She: "Yes you are"
He: " No, I'm not"
She: " Yes you are"
He: "Am not"
She: "Are too"
He: "Not"
She: "Are"
And so on, and so on, and so on...
Arn't they great!!!
Jennie and Bob,
She and He,
Mom and Pop
The greatest!!!
jqztjpse green
Sounds like somethin I don't want!
Jennie quit zapping the just prize zapper easily
well that blogger hits again
vlhdhsmp still green
very little handy designs have such multiple purpose
Maybe Bob just wants attention. You know. Negative attention is better than .......
lbooth
You know Bob, when a woman’s dog runs away, the girls in her basement are being threatened by toxic blue mold, she is breathing in bleach fumes and being invaded by teenage mutant ninja vultures, this is not the time to be testing your individual notions of invincibility. Now we understand the sudden compelling urge to commune with squirrels and play with gun sights in the mountains. The man is hiding. Probably has a tree on his head. Said “Oh wah” one too many times didn’t you, big guy?
And Jenny, damn it woman, the next time you have a bad week and need a hug, instead of getting all convoluted and making us think that maybe Bob is the one having a meltdown, you can just come right out and say it: I need a hug.
So consider yourself hugged and showered with chocolate and fresh bread and new shoes and whatever else it takes.
I think Home Depot sells little steel cages you can install over hot buttons, so next time he’ll break a couple fingers in the process. He probably only uses two on his keyboard anyway, so it won't even slow down the book.
bw
I think that subconsciously you guys fight on purpose to juice up the creative juices. That you are fighting for a shorter amount of time and doing it more viciously only means you know each other better now - sorry, not more mature.
PS. relieved that there seem to be squirrels all over the country for Bob to commune with.
A good fight gets all the tension out. Leaves your mind clear. Then you can write like crazy (okay, maybe I shouldn't have used "crazy")
and as an aside: I just read Argh Ink about those turkey vultures (yes, they are turkey vultures). Th book didn't die, did it?? Scary thought...
Argh! Definately turkey vultures. I have them in my back wood, dozens of them perch in a big dead oak tree and it looks like I live in the village of the damned. Very spooky. But, they don't come on my back porch - I have turkeys(not the vulture kind) who like to come and visit. Not sure where they come from, but every now and again - there they are. And they're BIG. And there are bunches of them, and I know it sounds kind of silly, but they kind of scare me. Made the mistake once of talking to them to try and shoo them away and they apparently like the sound of my voice, cause then they started following me around. Neighbors think I am Very Strange. Well, I mean, who isn't. It's not like I commune with squirrels...
"No, Bob, you may not have a prologue. Not even a teeny, tiny one."
and no epilogue either!
My boss thinks I'm crazy, smiling widely at a blank computer screen (thank goodness for minimize!)
fcvyzy = funny crusie verily yanks zany yahoo
(I love it when I can be "on point" [at lease in my mind] with the blog)
My wild turkey story - One day I was sitting a stop light in front of Boston Market, at the time it was called Boston Chicken. Anyway, it's a pretty big intersection, both streets were four wide. My boys just started cracking up, laughing so hard they could barely speak. I couldn't undterstand what they were saying until finally one shouted out "Mom look, there's a turkey in front of Boston Chicken."
I looked over and sure enough there was a huge wild turkey strutting it's stuff right in front of BC. We decided it was a lone protester.
BCB: teenage mutant ninja vultures *g* *snork* I like that.
Louis: I had similar "did not" "did too" thoughts. They do sound just like siblings, don't they?
pvpilbze: Purple vultures pose, instigating laughing Bob's zinging eloquence.
Good Grief. Here I am, quietly lurking and minding my own business, and I find the blog is full of tidbits compelling me to chime in.
Hot buttons: My DH (this still means darling husband, right?) is a much better person than I am, but on occasion tends to hit my top 5 hot buttons (oh, to have only one!), usually all within a two hour time period. The really bad thing is that when I hit meltdown, one of two things happens: I either remind him of the time he was gone for two hours 'chatting' while I was actively trying to pass a montrous kidney stone or I call his mother. I don't call her out of spite. It's more like, "Guess what your son did today." after which she translates to him why what he did was ground zero for me and vice versa. I actually do like my mother-in-law. I just don't want to live with her (again).
Turkeys. I have no idea of how young I was, but it was around pre-school age and my mother called me over into the kitchen and asked me who I was talking to. When I told her I was talking to the turkeys, she scolded me and gave me a long lecture about telling the truth, do not lie, you'll ruin your life and then you'll die, etc and sent me to my room. Then as she passed the front door, sure enough, there were a whole bunch of live turkeys on the porch, in the yard, on the car. Apparently there was a neighbor who raised them and the birds escaped. To my mother's credit, it was not a sight she expected to see in the suburbs of Gary, Indiana.
Of course, to hear my family talk, it wouldn't be uncommon for me to be talking to a bunch of imaginary turkeys on the front porch either.
oysdj: Over yodeling saddens disk jockeys
Didn't work.
feungo: Fundamentally, every underling needs gooey oreos.
One more time, with feeling.
nljfwe: Neighborly lefties just flirt with everyone.
Downloaded DLD audio from the library- not loving it- the guy who reads isn't getting the voices where I think they should be- Wilder isn't deep enouch and LaFavre is overacted- however I do like the gal that's reading, love her Lucy- sometimes I don't know if it's better to hear a book that's just read or one that's acted
CC - I know what you mean. I love audiobooks but it makes a difference. Overall, though, I'm amazed at how well the readers do. I guess that might be why they usually get actors to do it though.
I think one of the differences might be a tendency to overdo when its acted because they have to rely on voice. If you've ever listend to the old radio shows they were pretty good at it. But its a novelty these days. I think though its a trend that's going to get better. Still I prefer a straight reading because its more like having the book in front of me.
Maybe I should clarify. I only have the one Hot Button but, like I said, it covers some territory.
It's being disrespectful or crossing my NEON boundaries. I don't mind/sometimes like fighting but HATE it when I'm patronized, belittled, blown off, walked away from and when DH minimizes my problem (ie "Is this PMS?).
I'm a fan of the knock down (not literally) drag out fight. Then make-up sex. But The Hot Button makes me see red. Then I become mean and have to get even. Even if he apologizes. It's mandatory.
I'm just lucky my DH likes being kept on his toes.
lbooth
Those button-pushers! It is true that they get better at it the better they know you. In my family, my sister and her daughter are the button-pushers, while I and my nephew are the push-ees. Sibs are soooo good at this...
vqhcfic: vicious quahogs hastily clasp fingers, intending chopping
i have lots of hot buttons. and people don't always stay away from them. which makes me mad. and when i'm mad, like lbooth, i get even. really even. and then i say to their hanging bodies, "see? this is why you don't do stupid things like that"
don't think i push people's hot buttons very often. i am very mild-mannered. :)
DUG said "so many of them have no clue about buttons. Jeez once I even offered one a miners hat and a map...dont try it, wasn't very well received."
LMAO. when mom gets home (or calls me back) i'll read that to her. she'll LHAO too. that was just great.
Ya know, I admire J&B arguing fiercely and then getting on with whatever they are doing.
I think it's quite healthy, no matter what the hot button(s) are. That is so much better than the silent treatment.
Oh, I promised color. Let's see if this will work: [color=Red]This is supposed to be red![/color]
[color=Green]dlseyv: [/color] Don't Let Such Energies Yet Vary.
Oh, are we discussing our buttons?
When I say something and nobody listens. You don't have to agree with me, but jeez at least acknowledge that you heard me.
cokwhshu: Its a village in Ireland.
GP: Trying doing with useing < and > instead of [ and ]
Conscripted Cherry said...
Downloaded DLD audio from the library- not loving it
The audio version of Crazy for You drove me nuts. I gave it away. The voice the reader used for Quinn was like fingrnails on the blackboard to me.
I being of sound mind, sound body (yup) and sound mouth do not have a hot button. I can get mad at anything. Why stick to a button? C'mon girls. Go for it. Don't you know the words to Helen Reddy's song, "I Am Woman Hear Me Roar." Well, I am woman.
Right now I am sitting here communing with you all (or is it y'all)with a very cold beer to my left and a DH in the kitchen getting supper ready. Who needs Bob's bare naked dock?
Sure would be nice though. Unlike jen-t I would be in that water, naked, like a dirty shirt. Maybe cherry magic sheryl would say that is TMI or at least Too Much Image.
green azbzulu
Ask Zaza. Bob's zingers R usually lazily uttered.
Nope
blue gtorvbp
Girls, try ordering Robena's very basic prose.
(Help get her past this block, in other words.)
I get audio books from the library all the time and the reader can definitely make or break the version. My two favorite Crusie audio books are Faking It (read by Aasne Vigesaa) and Bet Me (read by Deanna Hurst).
MCB: Sorry, what did you say? Just kidding ... really! I got off work early today and am a bit giddy.
I don't care much for audio books either. I rather like hearing the voices in my head. No, not those voices. They are usually pretty quiet.
Color sounds like fun. I tried a couple of ways but the tags keep being rejected by the snotty blogger gods saying "Tag is not allowed." Fine.
OK, hot button sharing. Mine at work is cell phones and what people feel free to share over said phone in small confined areas of the library. Please. I'll share a link to the best post about cell phones I've read in a long time. It's on Thunder Chicken Scratch. You just can't make up this stuff.
I forgot.
Hey, Bob. When you are in that Colorado library take a minute to look around and see if there is a small, strawberry blonde, perky librarian named Megan working there. She's a recent OH transplant to CO. (You'd like her, she's a mac laptop fan.) Anywho, tell her "hi!" for me.
When I worked at the library I was locking up one night and went to shut off the computer that was recently vacated by one of our local EMTs who was called out for an emergency (either that or someone radioed to tell him his boss noticed he was missing) and what is on the screen but a ... wait for it...bondage chatroom.
Huh?
Not only is that not fit for a public place with impressionable children present but huh? It's not my particular kink so I'm still trying to find out where the thrill was in talking - in public -about BDSM? This stuff was raunchy. The site wallpaper had stuff on it I still don't understand.
I still gets squicky whenever I see the guy.
The things people do on public computers at the library. Makes you want to boil your hands after touching them.
I had an 11 year old ask me to log her on to a sex chat room. When I said no, she said she was going to tell her daddy on me. I told her to go ahead then went and told my boss.
I'm so glad I don't work with the public anymore.
Angie
lynn said "I don't care much for audio books either. I rather like hearing the voices in my head."
same for me. also, i'm visual, not audiotary (sp?), so it takes more concentration for me to be able to listen to a book than read it. besides, when i'm in the car i like singing along to music.
i'm going swimming. i'm really hot and tired and slightly sick so a good 200 laps or so in the pool should relax me. (i'll watch out for jaws, JJ)
SDCB- I roar enough. Honest. It's just that I can usually see the other persons POV. And what does it matter in the grand scheme of things, anyway? 9 times out of 10 people change their minds about the subject. Or I can pull a Dempsey scam. Or understand people to death. Or just plain smile. My kids HATE that.
lbooth
I don't really have any hot buttons anymore. Life is too short to let most stuff send you into a rage. Plus it got to be such a bother cleaning up carnage all the time. Bad enough I have to clean up the cat and dog presents.
I have a bunch of "oh that is so irritating, now I need to complain about it for a while" buttons. I have two kids and three sisters and a boss, those buttons are mandatory.
However, I do have a few, very few, stone cold buttons. Once one of those gets pushed, it's pretty much all over. Takes a LOT to make me truly coldly furious, and then I really don't get over it. Ever.
bw
lynn: thank you for the thunderchikin scratch! I have been ranting about this concept to a friend for a few weeks now and it's nice to be able to send a URL validating my position on the topic.
lbooth honestly I can most often see both sides of an issue too. It can drive you nuts sometimes. I was just joking about getting mad at anything but DH says that is true. Nuff said!
Dear sweet Jenny thank you very much. For the past three days, pain or no pain, I have had one thing, a song, running through my head, and it came from you...."Always Look On The Bright Side of Life". I am really trying to do that because I truly believe attitude affects everything. I have always tried to laugh instead of cry.
I had a friend say to me today that I needed to take two days off of "good attitude" and have a good cry. She thinks I've had a positive attitude too long.
I looked up the lyrics to Tim McGraw's "Live Like You Were Dyin" and decided I wasn't ready for that. Nice song though. I have heard him do it. I am a little more upbeat than that.
"Spamalot" starts in Toronto tonight I think. I wish I could go. I would really like to see it. Live theatre is the best, especially musicals. I can see Jenny dancing down the street in New York.
We went to a show with all George Gershwin music called, "By George". I left the theatre literally singing and dancing down the street, with both kids doing it with me. DH just smiled. That was in the days when live theatre was just down the road from us and DS was an actor in two of the musical productions. Great time! OOPS! really long winded today.
blue kukgin Didn't they use to do that in bathtubs during prohibition?
Kindly use kingly gentlemen in nightshirts. Well, I tried.
i collect buttons. just that i'd say that...the clothes buttons, mind you, but buttons none the less. they come in so many shapes and sizes and colors and designs. wow, that almost sounds like there's some deeper meaning to it....the sun has roasted my brain. i'm trying to adjust. bare with me please.
scope dope: first, love and hugs, always. crying does help, so go for it.
i too want to see Spamalot since, well, actually, ever since Jenny mentioned it back in argh ink a long time ago. maybe you'll get to.
SDCB: chin up, young lady! We're all with you and cheering you on. Me most 'specially.
The quad (actually, we think it's the hip flexor now) is not doing so well. Over-exertion the last two days. Sigh.
I wanted to see Spamalot when I was in NYC in January, but tickets were prohibitively expensive.
Apropos of nothing, it's amazing but the staple gun really does work best if there are actually staples in it. Ahem.
I'm about to embark on my first furniture painting project ever. Just not something I've ever done before, but I have this unfinished furniture and after a mere 15 years or so, I've decided to paint the nightstand and dresser. I am starting with the nightstand so I can make my mistakes in a confined space. If you hear cursing from the general direction of the San Francisco Bay Area, that's probably me.
G-G: Apropos of nothing, it's amazing but the staple gun really does work best if there are actually staples in it. Ahem.
Oh, thank you, that was so funny.
The first time I painted furniture, actually it was the last time too, it became apparent pretty quickly that the little bookcase was going to need more than one coat of paint. Let me tell you, it does not save time to just slather on twice as much paint the first time and be done with it. You end up sanding off all the globs and digging the hardened puddled bits out of the corners and putting another coat or two on anyway. So don't do that.
bw
BCB: Thanks for the warning. I've already been told: sanding, dust off, coat of primer, 3-4 hours, sanding, coat of paint, 2-3 hours, second coat of paint.
Does anyone know if I also have to sand between paint coats 1 and 2?
I think I will be sanding in front of the TV tonight. I know, big events for a single gal's Friday night, but I live on the edge.
It's ok, I'm making up for it with dim sum and scrabble with Old Friend on Sunday. Since he plays for points and I play for "oh, you can hardly ever do that word in scrabble! Cool!" it should be interesting. That plus I haven't played scrabble with him in probably 17 years and I haven't played scrabble at all in maybe 5.
See, that's the geek part coming out of the (ahem) woodwork.
And now I will go work on my woodwork.
eileen sez: Men- they can never find the hot button without a guide.
No, no, Eileen--that's the G-SPOT!
Jenny, have you considered looking for a new writing partner on eBay? I think that's where Bob got the turkey vultures....
Alternatively, tell him he's just going through a phase. To me that's the ultimate hot button.
vwrrsv --VW: really rockin' sports vehicle
G-G: staples in staple gun. See you really can learn stuff on the internet. Huh.
Are you really supposed to sand after the primer coat? Because it seems to me if you sand the primer, well you won't have primer anymore. Which defeats the purpose, seems to me. But I'm no expert.
Scope Dope , dear. In general laughing is better than crying because its less likely to leave you with a stuffy nose and a headache. But ...
There is nothing wrong with a good old fashioned crying jag once in a while. Like anything else the soul needs a good rinsing now and again. Then you have it out of your system and you can move on.
Oh, FYI all: Very cool results with you put an "a" between the < and >
G-G: Just checked with resident cabinet maker. He says ON WOODWORK: sand after primer, but don't bother after 1st coat of paint. ON WALLS: don't sand at all.
SDCB's Helen Reddy's song, "I Am Woman Hear Me Roar" and hot buttons. Well, you all already know I'm a snob. There was a time when above song was popular, and I was on a church retreat, and the evening entertainment was karaoke, and me a Handel nut. One women-hater (yeah, I tend to threaten a lot of men just by existing) got 2 other men, and unbeknownst to me beforehand, started "serenading" me with the song. He smirked, he sneered, he smiled, and altogether made me sick at my stomach. Such a setup. The other guys didn't understand what he had initiated. One was the music director, whom I reamed out in the women's restroom 10 minutes later (yeah, he is a man, but I was furious and dragged him in there and he then learned of woman's wrath). This is reputedly a very liberated church, woman-wise. Ho! I absented myself a couple of years later. Yep, that was a hot button!
Margarita: I'm told a light sand after the primer to remove any inopportune bumps.
The thing soaked up the primer like a sponge. Glad I opted to do the primer. Yes, I've done the primer coat (yea!). It can dry overnight on the balcony and I hope that no more bugs decide to end their days on my nightstand. One crash landed and I've got a little black smear where it wiggled its way along, trying to escape. I suppose the sanding and 2 coats of paint will help that little problem.
I am SO glad you all couldn't see me struggling on the balcony trying to get all the little crannies on this sucker. What a spectacle!
And a very happy Bastille Day to all. :)
g-g: my mom, the Debbie Travis fan and all-around handywoman says: remove old paint (scrape it), fill holes with filler, sand whole thing, dust nicely, prime it, paint it, paint again (optional), and then varnish if you want it to last. if your staining the furniture as opposed to painting it, you don't prime it.
i've never painted furniture. i have painted 6 rooms though, one of which i sponged.
gatorperson said "One women-hater (yeah, I tend to threaten a lot of men just by existing)"
i seem to also. i have to say my best moment was making one run away. that was actually pretty satisfying.
oh, g-g, you already started. well, forgot to say, Good Luck.
glamour geek that hip flexor or other thingy is not a good thing. Produces pain I have heard. NOt good! Time to forget boot camp until you can let that heal. Any overt excercise could make it worse. Be a good girl. I care about you.
Thank you all for the good thoughts. I just had a let down. I will recover. I snivvle once in awhile but no real crying jag. Too much like feeling sorry for oneself and I don't want to do that.
This all just means I get to spend more "bonding" time with my special daughter. My son is tied up with his wife and three kids so it all falls to Sheryl. We have good times together.
Have to tell you.DH and I picked up three extra eye patches as cherry magic sheryl requested, for further decoration. She discovered the flamingo she found fits perfectly on one but has not done it yet. Anyhow, to get back to my story. We are in the drugstore and DH says "Oh this is perfect for when you go to New Jersey". and he buys a package of Canada flag stickers and then tested. You guessed it, it fit perfectly on the eye patch. Now he is giving Sheryl all kinds of suggestions for decorations.
green izinidc
Initially, Zaza intended notifying interlocutor 4 Doherty & Crusie.
Sorry, SDCB. I'll rest it this weekend, but no way I'm giving up bootcamp. First, it's paid for. Second, if something hurts too much, I ask the instructor for an alternative exercise that doesn't hurt. Now that I know what irks it, I can be much more careful.
Also, now that I know the problem, I can stretch the right thing, gently, which should help speed recovery.
If it's any consolation, I did cancel my plans to go rock climbing today in order to rest my leg.
Tomorrow's painting, bread baking and cleaning day; Sunday's scrabble day (and hopefully some West Coast Swing dancing in the evening). I'm taking it easy. Don't worry, love. It's just a muscle pull.
OH - hope you had a nice swim, if it wasn't dark, then I'm sure it was safe.
SDCB - Crying is good everyonce in a while. I had a good cry about a month ago, it was very cleansing. Not sure what I cried about, but it was good non the less. And as far as someone naked, in the water, well I might join them depending on who it was, really, I might. I go in the lake all the time. I even went waterskiing this afternoon and only thought about jaws once. Besides, it's just the night swimming that gets me.
My DH took me out to diner tonight and it was really great. I eat an entire lobster! Oh, it was so good! not to mention the blue crab I had for an apitizer!
Good night all - sweet dreams.
mcb You are SUCH a show off. We really like that about you.
G-G You're worried about bugs leaving a dark streak on the fresh paint? If I were you, I'd be a little worried about extremely irritated squirrel bodies dangling frantically by the tips of their matted fur. Yeah, yeah, just try to tell us you're providing a boot camp experience for the little suckers.
If you decide to move on to wallpaper, I have more advice: Most rooms are not square. I would expect this is an even more significant issue out there where the earth keeps squirming about underfoot. Do not ever try to apply wallpaper that has both vertical and horizontal lines which need to be aligned with both wall and ceiling junctures. It was maybe two years after such an undertaking before my SIL and I could speak to each other with some semblance of civility.
gatorperson wrote: Well, you all already know I'm a snob.
Did we know this? I didn't know this. GP, dear, you're hanging out here, talking to us -- trust me, you are not a snob.
OH: (this is fun MCB, thanks) to respond to your question from the other post, even though you already know the answer, and because I am too tired to go back and comment there: Yes, I am going to Atlanta the last week of July to be cooped up in a hotel with J&B and 2000 other writers for a week with no hope of escape. Good thing RSS and JJ and RG will be there to pick up the pieces. Did I leave anyone out? Nope, they're practicing plausible deniability.
bw
JJ said "OH - hope you had a nice swim, if it wasn't dark, then I'm sure it was safe."
well, there was a shark, but i wrestled it, so no worries. i'm a lean, mean, fighting machine. didn't you know? i eat sharks for breakfast. *muscle flex*
ok, i'm done, i swear. it was very nice. the heater is broken so the sun warms the first five inches and then it's freezing. makes you MOVE.
BCB: you are very lucky and have fun. i don't know quite why but in my head nationals wasn't until october. time flies and all that when your laughing with J & B & CBs
Gatorperson said: and the evening entertainment was karaoke, and me a Handel nut. One women-hater (yeah, I tend to threaten a lot of men just by existing) got 2 other men, and unbeknownst to me beforehand, started "serenading" me with the song. He smirked, he sneered, he smiled, and altogether made me sick at my stomach.
You should have stood up and said something like "It's men like you that make this my favorite Handel chorus;" and burst into "We like sheep"!
tlprpgt -- Too late! they propagated...
Woke up this morning to another downpour. I think we got like an inch a hour for a couple of hours. That's a lot of water. My basement is dry, but we live way up on a hill. I have lots of friends who are knee deep in their basements. We even had a sink hole created on one of our main roads the other day. Weird weather. Two days ago, it rained and rained and rained. Yesterday was gorgeous. 90 degrees, sunny, spent the day on the lake waterskiing, frolicing, avoiding sharks. No rain agian, although it appears the sun is trying to peek through the clouds and it has stopped. Sigh, upstate NY has some wacky weather.
Next week it's back to the ice rink for the boys. One kid has a mandatory clinic at one rink from 9-2 everyday, then the little guy has a mandatory practice every day at another rink from 4-5:30. Then next week oldest child is off to hockey camp for two weeks. She seems to think this is how a coach from a prep school is going to take notice. Of course I go to nationals somewhere in the middle of all this, then before you know it, it's september and the kids go back to school. What happened to summer?
Of course my daughter is flipping out because she has to read a book and write a report that is due on the first day of school. The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. Sh whas to write an essay addressing the following critical lens "Mankind is a monster." and prove or disprove the statement through events in the novel. She blinked at me and said. "My english professor is a monstor and I can prove it because I shouldn't have to read this stuff in the summer. It's torture. We should be reading fun stuff, stuff we enjoy, want to read, not this stuff they make us read." She's read maybe five books this summer. Very into reading, so I'm sure she'll do just fine. It was just funny to me. Her writing is very snarky, so I'm sure her essay will be very interesting.
So, Bob and Jenny - still fighting. You guys are being too quiet after those posts. Either Bob made it to Ohio with snipers, or Jenny went to the island with her hot frying pan. You two still alive? Oh - shhhh, maybe they are busy writing.
Quick note: Finally found some of Jenny's back list. I'm hooked. Woke DH up LOL because I couldn't put the book down until I finished.
Thank you Jenny. (For the great read not for making me wake DH up)
rss - my DH bought me this little clippy thing with a small light for reading in bed so I don't wake him up. Funny, because he gets to watch TV, with surrournd sound making our bed vibrate, keeping me awake. Men.
Hey Jen-t, I know men are just not logical are they. My DH doesn't have problems sleeping with the light. It's when I burst out laughing that he sits up and says "Wha's happening" I have trouble sleeping with any light, sound etc. so he's usually kind enough to turn the light out for me. Of course, this is the man who could fall asleep on the couch with three little boys running around and getting into mischief.
jen-t you are just mean, mean, mean. A whole lobster!!!!! I haven't had a lobster in I don't know how long. We used to live on Prince Edward Island on the East Coast and we had lobster every summer, fresh from the boats. Quahogs and clams and all that neat seafood. And you are tantalizing me with lobster. I never thought you could be such a meany.
I have never had blue crab I don't think but I love crab legs. I didn't like a lot of fish until we lived on PEI. When you get it fresh from the boats it is a totally different story.
I might forgive you. I will have to think about it. Have your tried to eat shark? It is delicious. Maybe you could get your DH to catch the one in your lake and you could eat it. Then you could go swimming at night. /;) Or you could call National Geographic or somebody to come take a picture of your shark since it is probably the only lake shark in existence. /;D
blue oqohlobx
Obivously quahogs open hard. Lobsters open by Xploding them. (with hammers.)
I miss lobsters, too. That was one of the delightful things about living near Boston and being able to drive to Cape Ann. But there are other benefits to the West Coast. It doesn't snow, or really hit freezing at all, for example.
No worries about wallpaper. That's not in my future. First, I rent, so wallpaper's out. Second, I'm not totally insane and I know that that is far, far beyond me. I could paint as long as I painted the walls back to the neutral they use when I moved out, but since doing something like that pretty much guarantees that I'll have to move, I haven't. That's the same reason there are the blinds that came with, but no curtains, in my office. If you finish the curtains in all the rooms, you have to move. So the bedroom and livingroom are done, but the office remains unfinished so I don't have to leave.
Superstitious? Me? Just because I've moved, on average, every 2-3 years my entire life and have actually managed to live in my current abode for more than 6? It's the longest I've lived anywhere, ever, since birth. Every day is a new record.
gg if the superstition is working don't mess with it. I hope your furniture painting is going well.
I'm really the only one who likes seafood in my house. So the other night when only DS11 and I were home I fixed snow crab legs. They were so good but not nutcrackers or picks here at the house so to crack them I had to improvise. The next am DH is putting dishes away from the dish drainer and hollered who had these in here and held up a large pair of pliers. Hey when you have to improvise, you have to improvise. We have blue crabs here too but they taste best when you get a big group of people cover the table with newspapers and have a party.
SDCB - I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be such a meany. No one in my family likes seafood, but me, so when DH takes me to a steak and seafood place, well, I go a little nuts. I grew up on seafood. My dad grew up on the Chesapeake Bay. Blue crab is the best! I think I mentioned we used to get it by the cooler full when I was a kid. I also love freshwater fish, pearch, bass and lake trout. I grew up on Lake George (where the whole jaws thing started). Anyway, I don't get to eat seafood that much since I'm the only who likes it. So when I do, well, I enjoy it.
And yes, I have had shark. Mako (sp?). My grandmother was a big shark eater, but I think my family thought it would be very theraputic for me or something after the whole jaws thing.
SDCB - to make it up to you, when I'm in Toronto, or near there with the kids for hockey, I'll take you somewhere nice and it's one me!
RSS - the problem with men, is they think they are logical. It all makes sense to them (and we don't), so therefore it's logical. I know Bob, it's a generalization, but there is some fact to this or there wouldn't be the generalization.
RSS - I have no problem falling asleep with the TV because after 18 years, well I'm used to it. You would think he'd be used to my late night reading. Although, the only time I burst out laughing is when DH either is walking or talking in his sleep. He does it often, I also have two kids who walk in their sleep and the youngest one talks all night long. My DH does some bizzare stuff in his sleep. One night he leaned over and whispered "I'm going to sing to you." I bit my lip, trying not to laugh because he's not a great singer and I knew he was sleeping. Then he started to sing the ABC song to me. I never laughed so hard in my life. Of course he got all mad at me because I woke him up.
G-G: Thanks for the tip. Admittedly I've never painted unfinished furniture before so, see, I wouldn't have known to sand the primer. Have fun dear.
BCB: Pretty cool, huh? It just occured to me while writing my earlier comment that the *a* is among the HTML tags Blogger says we can use. So I thought I'd found out what that did.
Mom has probably landed in GA by now. She's going down for a week or so to visit with my sister's family. Much as she was looking forward to it she was also pretty nervous. She gets a easily flustered so I got a pass for dad and I to go through security and right up to the gate with her. Little sister is supposed to be waiting at the gate at the other end. It'll be good for mom, but dad opted not to go. For him a week is too long as he gets bored and needs to putter around. Also my baby sister has the soul of a drill sargeant and after a bit they get on each others nerves. Of course nobody is worrying about MY NERVES. Fortunately I get to go back to work on Monday. (did I just say that? jeez). But seriously dad here all day by himself with just the cat for company ... he'll self-destruct.
RSS - I think we've had this convo before about Blue Crab! We used to sit outside on the pinic table and just make a mess! I loved it.
Jen-T Oh that's so funny!! I know a lot of kids sleepwalk and talk in their sleep, I think I did it once too. But you don't hear of many adults doing it. The ABC song ... LOL - too funny!
I don't really eat seafood myself. Odd since I've spent most of my life in MD. I can eat some things if its put in front of me, but generally prefer to pass. Unless its really good fish and chips.
JJ: i have to read a book about Sartre and explain why people do something or other. eh, i have another month or so. besides, have ALREADY studied him and everybody else they are teaching in this philosophy class i HAVE to take, so no biggie. i've had 2 years of philosophy. i don't like philosophy. and yet, i have to take it again. yuck.
used to love shell fish, and now i don't really anymore. still love sushi and things like that, but no more lobster and crab.
margerita cherybomb - The stories I can tell on my poor DH and his sleepwalking and talking. He once thought I was the dog, grabbed me by the hair and tried to toss me off the bed. We had a waterbed at the time and the dog had already ruined on matress because idoit me would let the dog in our bed when DH traveled. A few months ago, my daughter came flying into my bedroom, screamed at me that I didn't understand and that it wasn't fair, then slammed my door shut and went back to bed. This was at three in the morning, scared the crap out of me.
OH - Now, 20 years after HS, College, I'm enjoying doing my kids school projects with them. I'm even thinking about going back to school, although not sure for what. I have a BS in Business Education and a Masters in Management, although I've never done a darn thing with them. And I don't want to teach High School buisness anymore. I spent one year teaching ninth graders, that did me in. I much prefer my little pre-schoolers I teach dance to. Anyway, I just might take some courses that interest me and go from there. Like I need another degree, but it might be fun. In the mean time, I'm reading Martian Chronicles with my daughter.
Geez, please for give me! I split an infinative! Slammed shut my door, not slammed my door shut. Geez, dang latin language really screwed us up. I like split infinatives. To Boldly Go, sounds so much better than To Go Bodly.
Left-handed people rock. Period. Unless they write upside-down, which I never understood.
A good man will ALWAYS hit the hot spot, Jenny. Geeze.
I maintain that crab is actually a negative calorie food. It takes so much more effort to consume them than you get back in calories. Lobsters are a bit easier, and then there's all that melted butter...which, when you're done dunking lobster and it is nicely infused with the flavor, you can pour on your baked potato.
Not that I'd ever do anything so outrageously fattening. ;)
On that note, I think it's lunchtime...
Jen-T Splitting infinitives is acceptable in some cases where the sentence just flows better. Wasn't when I was in school but apparently persons in authority are now noticing that so-called proper sentences can just sound silly. To quote Bill Bryson from his book, "The Mother Tongue"
I can think of two very good reasons for not splitting an infinitive.
1. Because you feel that the rules of English ought to conform to the grammatical precepts of a language that died a thousand years ago.
2. Because you wish to cling to a pointless affectation of usage that is without the support of any recognized authority of the last 200 years, even at the cost of composing sentences that are ambiguous, inelegant, and patently contorted.
OH: two philosophy classes? you don't go to a public school, do you? Clearly, you are getting an excellent education and I congratulate you (not that I'm suggesting that such is unavailable in public school, but one is not apt to find such erudition everywhere).
I have a tendency to write ambiguous, inelegant and patently contorted sentences, but not to avoid split infinitives. I tend to do it to a) not a preposition end a sentence with and b) be free of the use of the passive voice.
rhqigan: rhetoriticians haughtily query individuals glorifying administrative necessities
I have twice now automatically put a "u" following the "q" in my verification. Habit is a wonderful thing!
News from the front: the first coat of paint is on and I am going prematurely gray. Actually, I'm going prematurely "Ibis White," but these are small details.
Note to self: don't lean that close to what you're working on unless you're ABSOLUTELY SURE that all your hair is contained.
It's just a few strands, nothing to worry about.
Way to go, Glamour-Geek.
As someone else mentioned, after the second coat of paint, a coat or two of water-based polyurethane protects your work. Easy to use, easy to clean up.
jen-t LMAO...the ABC song? How great is that! Not so great I guess at 3 a.m. I'm taking you up on that Toronto date if only to meet you.
I must say that you people are a good influence. As cherry magic sheryl just pointed out, I am writing more since I met all of you. My blog is going to get a little crowded. I have so much more to put on there.
glamour geek dear the idea is to put the paint on the table not on the person. I think, though, that you would look good with touches of "Ibis White".
Have you ever really noticed how things change in language. Not just the spit infinitive question but words and meanings.
Appropos(sp) to this post, when I was a little girl I was constantly corrected for saying I was "mad at" someone. You could say "you are driving me mad" because that meant you were driving someone insane; or people made you mad (here read insane)but for "angry" you had to say angry. Now it is quite appropriate to say "I am mad at you". Constant use has changed the meaning.
I had a university professor who told me that if a sentence sounded it right it probably was right, so I have lived by that...and often been wrong. /;)
red ymhpp Perfect Verification!!!!!
Note to Cherrybombs
YOU MAKE ME HAPPY, PRETTY PEOPLE.
Yay, Glamour-Geek! Today the nighstand, tomorrow the bureau. Onward and upward. Damn the torpedoes. Never say die.
OH, philosophy is actually a good thing to study because it teaches you to look at things from different perspectives. Some of that stuff is, of course boring and a lot of hooey. But here and there is a kernal of something that can be built on. Or on which one can build, if we're worrying about our infinitives.
ooo, ibis white
They are such elegant pre pink Flamingo type birds.
Much prettier than turkey vultures. A few years ago Jenny's teenage gang was hanging around in a tree across the street from an old age home. The elderly did not appreciate that.
Orangehands I agree with Margarita cherry bomb that Philosophy is a good subject to take. Besides it is compulsory at most universities and colleges.
I loved Philosophy at university. It is a class that is based on ideas and opinions and quite often you can give yours so there you go. Go for it. Opine away. Most professors want students to find an issue to argue. It makes the class more interesting and shows that the students are thinking.
cherry magic sheryl if those damn birds of Jenny's come around here I expect you and your dad to get rid of them toute suite. Now the Ibis is a different story.
green dwhdige
Doherty writes: "Hell, did I get everyone?"
Most fish and chip shops in Oz have shark as their staple fish. If you went in and asked for fish and chips and didn't specifiy which type of fish you'd get Shark - or Flake as we call it. So it's quite yummy. Am very jealous about crab and lobster talk. Love both but they are so cost prohibitive and prawns which are pretty expensive too but not as bad. Prawns and thousand island dressing - hmmm, a party for your mouth.
And PEI - L.M.Montogmmery nut here am v v jealous of anyone who has been to/lived on PEI. One place I really want to see before I die.
Jen-t must tell you, all this time you've been talking about being a hockey fan and your kids are playing it and I've been thinking of grass hockey. It only occurred to me in your most recent post about going down to the rink that you meant ice hockey - doh! One sport we just dont really have here in Oz. Although we have very good grass hockey teams.
Finally wrote another chapter
yesteray - yeh!!
hfwkxne - haki, flake, whiting, king - xtra nice eating
Downundergal - grass hockey? Is that like feild hockey? Sorry, but I went to like 200+ ice hockey games last year between the three kids that my brain is still thawing out. I've honestly never heard of grass hockey before. Some of my daughter's friends play field hockey, which is I guess a girl only sport. We also have roller hockey, basically the same thing as ice hockey, but on roller-blades.
SDCB - you forgiven me yet? Please?
SDCB - Even at three am the ABC song was really funny. While my DH talks and walks, I have other sleep disoders, although I think they are caused by him. Anyway, that night was classic. I laughed for like a half hour.
My favorite sleep walking story is from like 21 years ago when we were living in sin. We shared a house with another couple who worked night jobs and we worked day jobs. Anyway, it was like four in the morning and my DH kept getting out of bed and walking into the family room. Mind you, our roomies were in there watching TV, and DH was buck naked. I kept hearing them laugh. Finally, I asked him, what the heck are you doing. He replies "I'm checking the line." I say, "What line." He says, "The line of cars." I laughed. He worked at a car wash and part of his job was to go and check the line to make sure the cars were moving along on the belt correctly. He had to do this every ten minutes, and in his sleep he kept getting out of bed every ten minutes. It was really funny at the time.
SDCB - somehow I missed a post from you, found it right before I posted last post. Yeah, you're taking me up on that date. And yeah, I'm an odd duck, but loveable.
Jen - SO FUNNY! Although I guess scary too in a way because the sleepwalker is vulnerable. Hope he's never endangered himself.
Scope Dope: What a sweet thing to say. I hope you realize what a huge part you play in making this place so great.
SDCB wrote: Doherty writes: "Hell, did I get everyone?"
LMAO. Don't know why, but this struck me as so funny. Probably because the rest of my day just wasn't.
I also say "angry" instead of "mad." I don't necessarily remember anyone ever correcting me, but to me they are not synonymous.
Was it Churchill who, after being criticised for his bad grammar, said something like: Bad grammar is one thing up with which we shall not put.
Grass hockey? Grass hockey?! Huh.
OH: Think of philosophy as calisthenics for your brain. It'll keep you from getting fat-headed.
We had a vulture-type creature out in the road a couple months ago, eating some unfortunate mess. It was huge and ugly. Very disturbing. More disturbing was DD18's (I like how RSS refers to her offspring this way) reaction to it. I think Jenny is showing remarkable restraint in comparison.
I went clothes shopping today. It was depressing. I do not have the shopping gene. And now I'm even more broke, which is also depressing. And I was very intrepid and even looked for shoes, which I hate. I absolutely do not have the shoe gene. Found three, THREE, cute pair. Pairs? They did not have my size. I have long feet and wear a size 9. I didn't think that was such an unusual thing to have in stock. I was wrong. So that was depressing too.
So now I've got a big bad case of poor me. And wondering, since I'll probably stay inside the hotel the whole time, whether shoes might be considered optional in Atlanta.
And the dog, who was so happy that I fed him -- never mind that I feed him regularly twice a day, pretty much at the same time every day -- in his unbearable excitement started choking mid-chomp and everything he'd so fervently eaten ended up back in his bowl. Mostly.
Sigh.
Sigh again.
So I'm not having what you could call a good day. Interesting maybe. Just not very good.
G-G: I am so happy to hear you are making progress and trying out the "what will I look like in 20 or 30 years" look.
bw
wqdjbhwy: blogger is just adding to the problem
Sorry Jen-t, it's not called grass hockey we just call it plain old hockey here in Oz, I was just trying to differentiate it. I would say if you polled 100% of the population here about hockey 99% of them wouldn't even think of ice hockey. Yes, so, I guess I mean field hockey - although as I said we just call it hockey here in Oz. And it's played by both men and women and the Oz male and female teams are Commonwealth and world champs - called the hockeyroos. Our women have always been top notch but the mens team have caught up although I think our womens team is being thrashed somewhere in Europe at the moment in some major international championship which has been big news as they've been dominant for so long.
cest la vie - first the Ashes now the hockey...
llwlqcdj - look lovey we lost, quickly call doherty and jenny
My fact for the evening, for you all that are panting for knowledge! Turkey vultures are called buzzards, at least in Florida. My mama (no, no one gets to contradict this since we know mothers are always right) often told me that buzzards have only one defense mechanism - they puke when riled. So I always made sure I didn't walk under ladders or buzzards. Uh, Bob, this factoid surely could be used in your writing!
nmgmpovw: Not Many Gators Poop On Vicious Waiters
bon cheri bomb you need a "poor baby". So consider it said. You said you dont get corrected for saying angry instead of mad. Angry was always the correct thing to say. It is just that with common usage "mad" now means angry instead of just "insane". Glad you liked the verification. I meant it to be funny since Doherty likes to blow things up and kill off all his characters...that is why he has to have so many.
You made me LMAO with your "philosophy is calesthenics for the brain. It keeps you from getting fat headed." I loved that.
Too bad you don't have the Avon cosmetics catalogue #16 that we get here. They had white slippers with cherries all over them. I ordered a pair to wear in New Jersey so yes, shoes in the hotel are optonal. Go barefoot. Start a trend.
Okay jen-t I guess you are off the hook. I forgive you. Just don't do it again.
downundergal PEI is worth seeing. I wish you could have gone there before they put in the bridge. It was like living back 100 years ago. It is a quiet, gentle place and extremely beautiful scenery. We lived there for four years and I loved it. We did so much there. That is where we went to live theatre quite often and where my son acted in two productions when he was 13yo. I worked with the teenagers of the island and when I left I felt like I had left 200 of my own kids behind. That is where one of the teens gave me the name "The height of wonderfulness." I loved that. /;)
red lkwjlztk
Likely, kindly writer Jenny lacks the zest to kill. (unless it's Mayer)
Gatorperson: Well I don't think vultures need anything else, do they? That's pretty good all in itself, plus what natural enemies do they have?
Guess I hadn't given it any thought, but I suppose I consider buzzards and vultures synon...
Okay I tried spelling that 4 times and it never looked right so you'll just have to fill in the blank. I'm as capable of typos and misspellings as the next person but I can't bring myself to do it deliberately.
Anyway, not to change the subject but I am - ha. Apparently Xavier was thinking about alligators from Miami Vice. So are gators going to be like a theme or is it just the settings that are a common thread and the gators just go with?
Also, I'm still a bit concerned about Jenny's July 7 Blog, in which she says "Plus the stolen flamingos are down in the river with Doyle scaring off the gators with a shotgun."
Do you think him and her gave shotguns to the flamingos or was that a grammar malfunction? I'm just concerned for Moot if Cerise is going to be armed.
BCB: I have very small feet, very hard to fit. I often order my shoes on-line. It helps to know the brand, of course, but sometimes I can judge by trying on another pair in the store, whether they will work for me. Something to think about. I also get some good deals that way because I don't want to pay the full price so I'll haunt the on-line sites until they go on sale.
MCB: I read that sentence as having a comma after "river." But with Bob involved you just never know. Reading The Rock, I learned pretty fast to not get too attached to any of his characters. He is being very generous when he says his characters have sex and die (as opposed to Jenny who says her characters have sex and live HEA). Not very many of Bob's even get to have sex first.
I don't imagine he is much more lenient with animals. Though, if they have sex first, I really don't want to hear about it. Ok, Bob?
bw
http://www.slate.com/id/2143324/?nav=tap3
The descriptivists strike back:
Revenge of the Language Nerds
Beleaguered linguists find witty champions in Far From the Madding Gerund.
vvewran -- Vicious vultures--ew! Run away now!
BCB: Size 9 is about average for an American woman, which is probably why they had no shoes in your size. Popular sizes sell out quickly. You are not abnormal. Nor are you average, obviously, because you're a cherrybomb.
Perhaps not barefoot, as hotel carpets can be quite filthy with everyone walking about on them, but perhaps a stylish pair of slippers, socks (I hear you can get ones with kokopellis on them...), or flip flogs?
Hockey: Field hockey (not only women's or girls' by the way) is played with sticks that have baskets on the end and the ball is thrown from player to player by whipping the stick around. One of the Aussies will have to tell us if by hockey played on grass they mean field hockey or if they mean a game similar to that played on ice in which a puck/ball is generally confined to the ice/ground and pushed along with sticks.
Thank you all for your good wishes and advice on the painting. The second coat is on the nightstand (and it looks ok so far) and I'm starting to sand the dresser. Which is pretty funny considering what a tiny balcony I have on which all this is going on. The nightstand is on top of a plastic sheet on the balcony drying and the dresser is in the livingroom (I have rolled up the persian carpet) where I will have to do a serious vacuum after I'm done getting sawdust everywhere.
I like living in an apartment, but it's quite funny when something needs to be done that takes up a lot of space. It was quite difficult flat lining curtains that were 90" wide with insufficient space to lay out a 90" width of fabric.
BCB: Well I think it was nice of Doyle to keep the flamingos company. And if the gators are getting frisky (no not that way) then scaring them off with the shotgun is probably a good idea. But I've got this image in my head now of flamingos patrolling the perimeter and whispering to each other "its quiet." "yeah, too quiet." In my head their names of Louie and Francois and they're smoking little French cigarettes and wearing bandanas.
G-G: I think the sticks with baskets on the ends are lacrosse. And I think field hockey is like regular hockey except they use a ball instead of puck and, ha ha, its on played on ice.
G-G: It was quite difficult flat lining curtains
You killed your curtains?!
Was it hard getting a pulse for the initial reading?
bw
bon cheri bomb said...
G-G: It was quite difficult flat lining curtains
You killed your curtains?!
Was it hard getting a pulse for the initial reading?
ROTFLMAO. See now I get that express from the old gangster movies "its curtains for you, Louie"
MCB: But I've got this image in my head now of flamingos patrolling the perimeter and whispering to each other "its quiet." "yeah, too quiet." In my head their names of Louie and Francois and they're smoking little French cigarettes and wearing bandanas.
Yeah, they had sex, though maybe not with each other. Probably went into town for a little action in the pink light district. They're about to die. Count on it.
bw
bon cheri bomb said...
MCB: But I've got this image in my head now of flamingos patrolling the perimeter and whispering to each other "its quiet." "yeah, too quiet." In my head their names of Louie and Francois and they're smoking little French cigarettes and wearing bandanas.
Yeah, they had sex, though maybe not with each other. Probably went into town for a little action in the pink light district. They're about to die. Count on it.
Uh huh. I'm hearing that noise, "thrum, thrum. thrum, thrum." Like Jaws approaching the boat. But its gonna be gators.
I used to watch old westerns with my dad. Whenever the background music played french horns he'd say, here come the bad guys. And sure enough.
bw
Yes field hockey - played with a ball instead of a puk. The sticks are sort of similar to ice hockey -but more of a J shape with a shorter handle. A goal net at each end - not wide like a soccer net, quite narrow actually.
Jeez - more than I ever wanted to know/write about hockey ;-)
You know the really funny thing? When Jen- t first mentioned hockey I thought - gee, didn't know hockey was that big in the states. See it didn't even occur to me to think of the ice version!!
ekghq - enough keen guru's of hockey. Quit.
I liked the old westerns because you always knew that the bad guys wore the black hats and the good guys wore the white hats. It was easy to keep everyone in character that way. Just think, Bob would need a hell of a lot of black hats if his books were made into westerns. Only one white hat.
Yup, margarita cb that must be were that saying "it's curtains for you" comes from. Does that mean that glamour geek is an old soul that used to write westerns, or does it mean she just made that flat-lining curtains thing up? Must be the latter since "flat-lining" wasn't known in the days of the old westerns I don't think. /;)
blue thin tuelpzw
Truly unusual elements lope past Zaza's window.
You know, I think that is one of my favorite things about this blog: hearing what people in other countries (heck, even other states in this country) are doing, thinking, experiencing.
And realizing that, for all our differences, we really do have quite a bit in common.
bw
Said Glamour-Geek: "It's curtains for the curtains!"
Then she flung them off the curtain wall and, being a radical because of her lace-curtain Irish heritage, she fled behind the Iron Curtain and demanded political asylum.
shmfqpl --shameful quilting people
talpianna: I am not a female character in a James Bond movie.
That would be my friend and favorite shopping partner. She's the Bond girl. I'm the pin-up. Different eras.
For those keeping score: the nightstand is finished, dry, has had its drawer pull attached, and is back where it lives next to the bed. The dresser has been sanded and primed and is on the balcony drying. The drawers for the dresser have been sanded, but as there's no room on the balcony, they have taken up residence in the livingroom.
Paint coat one hopefully tomorrow morning. Paint coat two probably not til Monday. And then I can start in on the drawers. In the meantime, my clothes are now all over the bedroom floor.
But the nightstand looks GREAT!
By Tuesday, some small amount of order may actually be returned to my bedroom.
Flat lined. Huh. Never thought of it in the medical sense before...Seamstress brain. But it gives new meaning to all sorts of things. *grin*
G-G wrote: She's the Bond girl. I'm the pin-up.
Can I be you when I grow up?
And I really did understand the curtain lining thing. My mom is [also] a very talented, accomplished seamstress. She even does upholstery. And curtains. And winter coats. And suits. And doll clothes. And quilts. And, well, there isn't much she can't do. I can re-attach buttons. But, geez, I just couldn't resist your flat lining the curtains.
bw
BCB: well, ok, I'm not a pin-up, but in my imagination...
Really it's just a clothes thing. My friend goes for the sleek, mod, Bond girl type stuff. I go for the 30s and 40s movie starlet stuff. Rosalind Russell and Myrna Loy and (later) Marilyn Monroe. But I don't look a thing like Rosalind, I assure you.
My paternal grandmother designed knitted and crocheted sweaters for a living, my mother's an art quilter, 2 paternal great aunts were seamstresses of varying kinds, and my father's the one you want if you need a skirt hem measured so that it is even all the way around (he learned from watching his aunts). I weave and sew and occasionally attempt to design my own thing, which doesn't usually come out looking just how I wanted it, but looks pretty good. Textile-oriented family.
I loved the flat-lining thing. I can use this joke in the future. :)
glamour geek I think you make the perfect 40s woman. I think along the lines of Myrna Loy with your dark hair. I always admired the women of that era. They were always so classy. Not flashy dressers but simple and smart. Like you.
red mvawkw
My version always warmed kindly writers.
SDCB: So, how much am I paying you to be my fan club? :)
Hugs and kisses, darling. That was so sweet of you to say. xoxo
I wanna be one of those '40s characters. Preferably wearing a snood. I made myself a suit a few years ago that I have only worn for Halloween, just a straight skirt, but the jacket is very fitted with a peplum. Too fitted - I'll need to lose 15lbs to wear it this year, but I need to do that anyway. Oh, and I wear it with seamed black stockings. And a little black hat. The hat (a hand-me-down)is not as great as it could be, but one so rarely gets to wear any at all these days...
When Ginger Rogers is dressed like a grown-up in "The Major and the Minor" (with Ray Milland, who is mentioned in "Faking It"), she wears a snood and looks fabulous (this was before she went blonde). I think I remember Rosalind Russell wearing one, too (although I'm not sure in what). I don't have the lovely thick hair to really justify one, but I admire the look very much!
zvjtx: Zealots vivisect jealous Tahitian xenophobes
Snoods. Always thought they looked so cool, but alas my hair has always been too fine and thin. Have also wanted to roll my hair in the old fashioned style. Or a sort of Gibson look. Sadly it probably requires a lot of hair pins and I've never been able to use those without a lot of pinching and pulling.
Ladies, trust me I know a snood does not require a great deal of hair. I wore one in the 60s and I have fine hair. It was shoulder length but fine and the snood made it look much thicker.
diane that outfit sounds great. I bet you look lovely in it. I think we should go back to that style and look. The only way that can happen is if women adopt it again.
glamour geek last but never least. I will be your fan club for free. I still wish we had had more time to talk that Saturday. Alas, we must make that time suffice. Well, my language is going back into the past but I think I missed the 40s, at least 1940s with that talk.
BTW Jenny I am so sorry you have had such a bad week. Maybe those birds are good luck for this week.
red ijjom
Interupting Jenny? Joke's on Mayer.
quick catch-up:
philosophy (which was in a public school): i appreciated learning it and i did like some of it, but it's really not my thing. at all. *sigh* grown-ups, always thinking of it's practical uses. after 2 years, unless you enjoyed it, you stop thinking practical and start thinking "for the love of god just agree with the guy before you".
BCB: you get a "poor baby" for your day. have to say though, must have made cleaning up easier, considering it was all in one bowl.
g-g: glad it's going so well (excluding the painting your hair bit). maybe you'll want to stencil/paint some designs on it too? ("more work? yuck") but it could look even cooler. anyway, good job.
i've sewn a couple of outfits. but that was a few years ago.
i may not want to wear those outfits, but the 40's women dressed with class. better than a lot of the stuff today. i met a friend's old friend yesterday and she reminded me of the 40's. the style and grace and haircut. the braces throws it off a little, but still.
The thing about the past, the 1940s, is that everyone looked so classy. Okay, that's romanticizing from afar. I know not everyone looked great in those clothes or that hair. But I do like those old movies as much for the style as the dialoge. And the fashions probably wouldn't work on my petite figure anyway.
OH said ...g-g: glad it's going so well (excluding the painting your hair bit). maybe you'll want to stencil/paint some designs on it too? ("more work? yuck") but it could look even cooler. anyway, good job.
Not sure how stencils will look in her hair. But maybe it could be a new trend?
So this is Glamour-Geek!
http://www.noirfilm.com/merle_oberon_color.jpg
nimhvupm -- Not in MY home, vultures! Use public motels!
Apparently that was before she killed her curtains. Though I can now see her motivation for doing so.
bw
I think that's wallpaper.
mdnkbyr -- Mayer/Doherty needs killin' -- bring your rifle.
Ah. No doubt why G-G insists she doesn't do wallpaper.
bw
glahz: goes on as a top coat over paihnt
MCB: well, meant the furniture, but you know what- ok, class, story time- my dad (who's bald) used to get these painted beach scenes on his head for a couple of weeks. they were amazing. maybe g-g will want something like that. she'd have to shave her hair off, but...
the hat looks like it's a vulture's nest. hey, maybe they'll leave Jenny alone then.
red: aaajoy: an amazing action, joy.
*SNORT* Didn't you say your dad is a prosecutor? As in attorney, right? Bet that was a big hit in the courtroom.
Remind me to get in trouble if I'm ever in LA, cause this I gotta see.
bw
Gosh, I leave you folks alone all day and you're shaving my head and painting beach scenes on it and putting weird rose-things on my head. *snort*
Ever entertaining, you folks.
And if there was ever a reason not to do wallpaper, I think that was it. Jeez.
Her outfit is way too square. This Rosalind Russell shot is much more my taste:
http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://crazy4cinema.com/Actress/imgs/rrussell.jpg&imgrefurl=http://crazy4cinema.com/Actress/russell.html&h=274&w=200&sz=13&hl=en&start=6&tbnid=nT8Bn8bEY3I6FM:&tbnh=109&tbnw=79&prev=/images%3Fq%3DRosalind%2BRussell%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN
No wonder you beat your OF at Scrabble. You also just won the prize for most letters used in a link. I'm sure Tal will see it as a challenge.
'night guys.
bw
You want glamour, Geek? I'll give you glamour!!!
http://lemonjinny.com/images/merle_oberon.jpg
http://members.fortunecity.com/johnrobinson10/scanso/oberon/Merle%20Oberon%201933.jpg
ghvllkxxm -- Nope, done my share already. Whoever has MY back can do this one.
BCB said " *SNORT* Didn't you say your dad is a prosecutor? As in attorney, right? Bet that was a big hit in the courtroom."
oh yeah. it was a BIG hit. which is why he hasn't done it in a couple of years. but man, those things were gorgeous. we even have pictures. my brother and i once got it on the side of our faces, but really wasn't as great as the bald head. this was during the time my dad wore the TIES (who know, the funny kind), such as the flying pigs. loved that tie. he's getting more respectable or something though. (i say as he walks by in his bright purple work shirt).
Does it count as Big Hair if it's full of pearls? Very exotic. I tend to prefer hairdressing NOT to reach too far skyward. Both for the look and for convenience: though I am not tall, I am long-waisted, and if I add much to the top of my head, I bump the ceiling of my car!
The head-painting thing would be MOST distracting. I have enough trouble with message t-shirts, if the print's too small to read at a glance...
bjqfgfd: bring jacquard quality fabrics generously for dipsomaniacs
Okay, you people I have seen glamour geek and in spite of what she says she does resemble the Merle Oberon picture (first one) but I think she looks more like Myrna Loy. I have a site but you can get it much easier by just googling Myrna Loy. There are something like 3800 pictures of her. Take your pick of the ones they show first but I like the first one.
glamour geek you are a beautiful woman. I think Rosalind Russell isn't quite like you. She always came across as a little hard to me and I think of you as a soft, gentle person. Nothing to do with how strong you are. Painted hair or no. Still in your fan club.
red chbwrcyb
Cherrybombs have Bob writhing, really Crusie. Yec Bob!!!!
SDCB: Thank you. You are just as beautiful, inside and out. *smooches!*
I think His Girl Friday Rosalind Russell could be G-G. But the image you get from the phrase Argentine Tango is her as well. Gorgeous. And exotic in the dark haired pin up girl way.
both are beautiful women so you are gorgeous if you look like them. Loy is more exotic but Russell i think is prettier. ok, so it took me a few glances to tell the difference. but you're a CB, so your even better. (you do match 40's clothing though, with those looks). can't wait to meet you. (i'll be in San Fran sooner or later so...)
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