WorldsColliding!

Yes, campers, worlds are colliding! I had lunch yesterday with none other than Pam the Beancounter! And it was a lovely, fattening, drunken lunch punctuated by belly laughs, conversational jinxes, and gossip about all of YOU, followed up with HUGE apple tarts and vanilla gelato and washed down with coffee.

By the end of the 2.5 hour lunch, we were the only customers left, and we were way loud. All I can say is, I was glad I lived ten minutes away and that Pam was going to walk it off a bit in the art museum before trying to drive the two-plus hours home!

Pictures! Sure, we got pictures! Here’s one the ever-patient waiter snapped, and here is a candid shot of me being slightly drunk and more than a little spacy. I had no idea she was taking a picture; I honestly thought she was looking at the one we already took. Curse those digital cameras with their view screens! And I trusted you, man.

And here we are making our tearful goodbyes.

Whoa, back up a bit… I just noticed that you can see for yourself how little of that absolutely huge dessert I left for the waiter to clear… Pam showed much more self-restraint… in the dessert event that is. I won’t even go into what she did to some poor Vern Yip

stalker fan. I’ll just say it was damn funny, and cruel

gentle considering how unclear this person was on the whole “linking” concept, and that I wish I had thought of it first.

And the best part? She brought me M&Ms!!! Brown-nose! Hero! Girlfriend!

Thanks, Pam, for coming all that way, and for a great time! It was like meeting an old friend, and I was instantly comfortable. Next time, I’ll come there and we can stalk Ah-nold together.

SpecializationIsforInsects

I have this friend. A friend I admire very much. I have been amazed at this person’s ability to embrace a philosophy and a lifestyle (and by that I mean the most astonishingly eclectic and whimsical mixture of such), make it personal, live it, love it, share it, and do so with such gusto.

As much as I have learned from and about this friend, I never quite grasped the extent to which this philosophy invaded that life, and how worthy it was of emulation until I read this collection of sayings by Lazarus Long, a fictitious alter ego of author Robert Helnlein.

Call me kooky, but I am a fool for common sense.

IWriteADamnGoodSentence

sentenceaward.jpgMartha at The Random Muse has come up with a tamponacular new game. She listed eight unusual words and invited readers to use them all in a sentence, which is SO COOL (Lee, you are SO gonna have a new hobby). And guess who won this week? ME! That’s who! I write a Damn Good Sentence. *preens*

Here are the words we had to use:

Niggling
Primordial
Bevy
Panorama
Protuberant
Bludgeon
Iconoclast
Squeegee

And here is the sentence I wrote:

As I surveyed the panorama of the sunset-painted surf and the three hits of acid began to kick in (that’s me, ever the iconoclast), I had a niggling feeling that I was missing the smaller picture—you know, the one that on closer examinations reveals the bevy of primordial* microscopic organisms with their protuberant features, each fixing to bludgeon the other in the never-ending competition for food—and as I leaned closer to get a better view, I bumped my forehead on the windshield and noticed that it had fogged up from my panting and needed to be cleared with my handy-dandy pocket squeegee.

*This is where “primordial” was supposed to have gone in the final post, but the acid prevented its inclusion!

MyBaby’sGrowingUp

I just returned from Logan’s Kindergarten graduation and square dance—yes, you heard right, square dance—and am just off to another appointment!

Hopefully, by the time I get back Gil will have sent a few pics and maybe a video clip of me DANCING with my firstborn. Yes, me, and I would have worn something other than jeans and a ski patrol tee if I had had any idea I would be filmed do-si-do-ing with seventy other people in the school cafeteria…

BTW, I was THREE MINUTES LATE to the classroom, and thinking, “Our last name starts with “R” so I’m ok, I’m ok…” And as soon as I walked into the classroom, three moms whispered, “You just missed Logan—he was first. They went in random order this time.” ARRRRGGGHHH.

Several minutes later, as I was trying to half-stand from my 12-inch mini-chair to snap a photo of my boy on the rug, he stood, waved, and stage-whispered, “Mommy! I went first, and you missed me!”

I smiled weakly, “Yes, honey, I know. Heh, sit down, baby!”

BooksinCirculation

I just saw this meme at Rude Cactus, and loved it!! Steal it, post it on your site, bold the books you’ve read and add three of your own!

P.S. 123 down, 281 to go!

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