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Post by booklady on Dec 21, 2006 17:13:00 GMT -5
Yankees' Majesty Merits Victory ![](http://www.pushupstairs.com/images/emoticon/extra2/starwars.gif)
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Post by gailkate on Dec 21, 2006 19:19:54 GMT -5
Did someone guess "you make me vomit"? ![:-X](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/lipssealed.png) Not yet. The "honor" is all yours. ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png) BL, it came to my mind instantly. I mean really really instantly, before reading any of the clever guesses that came later. What does that say about us? I am so ashamed.
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Post by booklady on Dec 21, 2006 20:01:18 GMT -5
Not yet. The "honor" is all yours. ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png) BL, it came to my mind instantly. I mean really really instantly, before reading any of the clever guesses that came later. What does that say about us? I am so ashamed. I don't think you should be ashamed. After all, Mike seems to think it's the sign of a born teacher, which is an honorable profession. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png)
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Post by Trusty on Dec 21, 2006 20:41:40 GMT -5
You misused my Viagra!
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Post by slb2 on Dec 22, 2006 1:59:38 GMT -5
Mike's close. It really is Your Milage May Vary.
But I've enjoyed your various offerings, particularly joew's You've met my virgin? Well, I suppose she would be, no?
If you had a tramp, you sure wouldn't be swinging her on your forearm, eh, joew?
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Post by slb2 on Dec 22, 2006 2:01:05 GMT -5
Yo, my mama's vicked!
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Post by slb2 on Dec 22, 2006 2:02:42 GMT -5
And...your mama's (a) mother-vitch!
I think I'm hangin' wit de wrong crowd.
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Post by mike on Dec 22, 2006 2:22:00 GMT -5
You miserable miserly Victorian
Your Minister's Mahogany Victrola
Yodeling Monks Masterfully Vacillate
Yabadabadoo Mike meets Virgin!
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Post by juliastar on Dec 22, 2006 7:12:37 GMT -5
A present for Mikey and Ed: I'm giving you each a jelly jar or a ziplock baggie filled half full of miniature marshmallows. There is a cute Christmas sticker on the front and a label: Santa heard you've been bad this year So here's the scoop All you're getting for Christmas Is snowman poop. Hee, hee. I took it to a white elephant luncheon and it was the "gift" that everyone wanted. I gave it to grown boys (like twenty year olds) one year and when it was time for them to go, they were frantically running around asking "where's my snowman poop?" And how could I forget? One for Brutus, too. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) One more work day and then it's Christmas! Did I ever tell you the story about the year Bill forgot to pick up the roast? Oh, you better watch out, you better not pout . . .
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Post by brutus on Dec 22, 2006 8:29:53 GMT -5
Whyyyy! Thank-youuu!! Just what every dumpy-driver needs...a half-full jar of snowman poop!. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) Most irritating word of the year eh? Sheesh! There's been so many that I don't think there's enough bandwidth to list 'em all. O.S. probably is rollin' in his grave with thoughts of how we must be butchering the language in his absence. Ain't it the truth? ~B~
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Post by gailkate on Dec 22, 2006 18:50:52 GMT -5
Aw, it's good to think of OS. I still reach for his meticulously detailed instructions for using html and posting a hyperlink.
J*, I'm dying to know about the forgotten roast. You have time to write it all down in detail, yes?
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Post by juliastar on Dec 22, 2006 22:46:37 GMT -5
J*, I'm dying to know about the forgotten roast. You have time to write it all down in detail, yes? I'll have to owe you. Remind me. It's classic family folklore. It's either tell the story or make cookie dough. Anj, I hope you are okay healthwise. I didn't like the sound of the reference to SoMN. I was thinking looking at the paper today how bad news often intrudes on our holidays, or keeps coming at us, oblivious to the plans we think we are making.
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Post by Tillie on Dec 23, 2006 11:41:33 GMT -5
Bob, Dylan, Red, Sox: 1st two - he's overly exposed in newspapers, magazines, tv, accepting honoury degrees, and Victoria Secret ads etceteras. ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) 2nd two - press agents, management, newspapers, tv, and mags, stop harping on and on incessantly about what should have been this year, and putting down other teams. When the reason was purely and simply due to the fact that Josh Byrnes went to the Diamondbacks. Hello, to his parents, Mr and Mrs Byrnes of Cape Cod! ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by jspnrvr on Dec 23, 2006 11:56:05 GMT -5
Why, Tillie, I had no idea you were interested in the All American game; I figured the Chutney Champs Cricketeers would be more your speed. Yo, My Monkey's Vicious! Yank My Monkey Vigorously!
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Post by booklady on Dec 23, 2006 15:18:57 GMT -5
Bob, Dylan, Red, Sox: 1st two - he's overly exposed in newspapers, magazines, tv, accepting honoury degrees, and Victoria Secret ads etceteras. ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) 2nd two - press agents, management, newspapers, tv, and mags, stop harping on and on incessantly about what should have been this year, and putting down other teams. When the reason was purely and simply due to the fact that Josh Byrnes went to the Diamondbacks. Hello, to his parents, Mr and Mrs Byrnes of Cape Cod! ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) 1st one - Did Bob Dylan accept an honorary degree this year? Too bad for me that I don't watch TV. I missed the overexposure. I wouldn't mind seeing him overexposed [nudgenudgewinkwink]. 2nd one - One might wonder why the Diamondbacks didn't win, then.
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Post by Tillie on Dec 23, 2006 17:13:08 GMT -5
1. He keeps honourary degrees ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) - We should all be given one, then! ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) I can truly believe some fanatics would not "mind" seeing Bob Dylan overexposed. [Oh, Teach, even in jest! ![::)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/eyesroll.png) ] 2. Any person who knows about sports and turning a team around, such as the Diamondbacks, instinctively realizes that it takes more than a year or two. Now go and kiss Joe! I'm sure you'll feel bettah, sweetheart.
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Post by booklady on Dec 23, 2006 17:43:23 GMT -5
Memo to self.
You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
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Post by juliastar on Dec 23, 2006 21:52:11 GMT -5
J*, I'm dying to know about the forgotten roast. You have time to write it all down in detail, yes? Several years ago my Mom was out to visit. I always have to work extra hours at year end and my husband usually has vacation / personal days he has to use or lose. I also do the wassail every year for the Christmas Eve service at church and usually have a very tight schedule. "Tell us what to do, your Mom and I will run the errands." They had a list. Pick up the roast was on the list, like first, like in the middle, like at the end. Our friends were coming from Pittsburgh. My Mom and my husband had a great time, calling to check in from the cappacino cafe, singing Christmas carols, telling me they got my gift, and did a lot of other things that weren't on the list. I was jealous, but it wasn't their fault. Everything went like clockwork, we served the wassail, cleaned the church kitchen, hurried back home to light luminaries and sat down at around 8 p.m. to eat our traditional intimate Christmas Eve supper which is a honeybaked ham. "You two did remember the roast, didn't you?" I asked casually, more like a joke, while the ham was being passed around the table. I hadn't noticed it in the refrigerator but was sure they had gotten it. Their faces went white. I literally took the ham back off from everyone's plates so we would have something to serve the next day in a pinch. He's telling me not to worry while running out the door. He stood at the store window pounding but people had gone to their homes over an hour ago. He then got on the phone and started calling everywhere. Everywhere was closed. He started trying area restaurants. Most of them were closed, but Mountain Jack's was open although the only people there were people in the bar, and what the heck, it was Christmas -- the manager sold him a whole prime rib rack from their cooler at cost. He walked in to the restaurant sheepishly and got a rousing welcome from the guys in the bar as the guy who was rescued from the dog house for forgetting the roast. He came home triumphant. You would have thought he tracked the beast in the jungle and throttled it with his bare hands. We still tease each other about it. I use the story as an example of having to do everything myself if I want it done right -- he uses it as an example of his ability to come through. He gets several emails and phone calls on Christmas Eve from family and friends to remind him to be sure to remember to pick up the roast.
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Post by joew on Dec 23, 2006 21:58:13 GMT -5
LOL, j*. Granted, he did come through in the end, but I'm with you: I just know that if I want anything done right I have to do it myself. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png)
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Post by juliastar on Dec 23, 2006 22:01:44 GMT -5
He got lucky and he knows it. A Christmas miracle.
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Post by brutus on Dec 24, 2006 5:48:29 GMT -5
Now I don't care who y'are...that there is funny!!! ~B~
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Post by joew on Dec 24, 2006 22:38:00 GMT -5
Off topic because this one isn't irritating, at least to me. The priest at the 11:00 and 4:00 Masses quoted the NY Times as saying one of the new words of 2006 is "godwink." (Maybe it is supposed to be capitalized.) Anyway it refers to things such as a coincidence which may not really be a coincidence, an instant in which something suddenly becomes clear, and stuff like that. I guess the idea is that God winks at us. But it is just an instant, and if we aren't alert we can miss it, like any other wink. He suggested that we reflect on 2006 and consider whether there were any godwinks which we did not appreciate at the time they happened, and stay alert in 2007 for the ones that will come our way.
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Post by SeattleDan on Dec 24, 2006 23:33:15 GMT -5
Anyway it refers to things such as a coincidence which may not really be a coincidence, an instant in which something suddenly becomes clear, and stuff like that. I guess the idea is that God winks at us. But it is just an instant, and if we aren't alert we can miss it, like any other wink.-joew
What Joyce called an "epiphany", the moment when all becomes clear. Joyce, btw, derived his aesthetic from Aquinas. Long passage near the end of "Portrait of the Artist" about his views.
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Post by gailkate on Dec 25, 2006 11:26:04 GMT -5
Thank you, Juliastar for the wonderful Tale of the Christmas Roast. I can just picture you commandeering all the plates and retrieving the ham. (Which is exactly what I'd have done. PB&J, anyone?)
But Bill not only escaped (I see you don't blame your mother), he provided a Christmas memory for the guys in the bar that has no doubt become Legend.
Could the generosity of the manager be considered a godwink? Not on the level of a Joycian epiphany, but certainly a celestial twinkle.
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Post by booklady on Dec 25, 2006 12:08:22 GMT -5
Good post, Joe. I love godwinks.
We had a message earlier this year about "moments of visitation." I think they may be similar, only godwinks take place in an instant and m.o.v. can be much longer.
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Dec 29, 2006 7:19:42 GMT -5
Because I haven't taken time yet to read this well I hope I am not being repetitious. How about "We are pregnant."
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Post by joew on Dec 29, 2006 13:38:10 GMT -5
Because I haven't taken time yet to read this well I hope I am not being repetitious. How about "We are pregnant." "We are pregnant" should only be said by a queen.
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Post by rogesgallery on Jan 11, 2007 13:53:40 GMT -5
There are no Queens in the world today Except in the minds of little girls at play And for the dreamy young gay Cavalier; A Graafian follicle he'd wish in the rear, Though you lament, you will have to concede If wishes were horses Queens would breed.
The irritating word of the year? Hummer is still top of my list but Cutnrun is close second!
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Jan 12, 2007 2:02:01 GMT -5
In high school whenever anyone said "We" anything, a classmate would say, "What? You got a t--d in your pocket?" Funny now but at the time it irritated me. Since then I have had children and understand much more easily how that could be possible.
Thanks for your concern Star. No my health hasn't been worth a p--p. The 'rat and I, in spite of getting our flu shots, got something the week after Christmas that knocked us flat. That was when we were going to have our celebration because The Chef had to do banquets and all that stuff over the holiday.
Then I went on to greater things and ended up in the hospital. They are still doing tests and have found some interesting variations on human wellness. Dang. I feel like a walking pharmacy and don't much care for the side effects and"that's the deal."
So this Sunday we will be finally celebrating Christmas. Actually kind of nice to have something cheerful at this time of year.
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Post by Trusty on Jan 12, 2007 7:04:12 GMT -5
"redeploy"
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