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Fish, *snork*
Posted by: slyeyes | September 28, 2006 at 10:30 AM
MarieP, I felt the same way after one of my "guys" dumped me. I fell into a depression so deep that it was 4 or 5 months before I even had the energy to realize that I was depressed. It scared me.
I allowed myself one day to just wallow in it. I listened to music in the dark and cried. Then I mentally walked away from him.
Then the next man who showed interest, I threw myself at him. He was wrong wrong wrong and everyone but me saw it. And told me. Repeatedly. But (as I can see now) I needed to reassure myself that I was desirable.
It took only one month before I knew that relationship was doomed, but it took me another 8 months to get up the courage (and to get so fed up with him that I wanted to scream) to get out of Dodge. What a disaster.
Learn from my mistakes, Marie. I sure didn't! But, you know, it wasn't until I finally realized that I didn't care if there was a man in my life and really didn't want one--that is when I met Tom. I've heard that before but didn't believe it. But that's how it happened for me. Once I was totally comfortable with myself and content to do without a man in my life, and I mean within a month of realizing that, that is when it happened.
Don't think that it's your fault. This was HIS problem. Unfortunately he let you participate in his fantasy and he just wasn't available. He should have known better.
Want my daddy's friend to go after him? This man, just a couple of months after having surgery for testicular cancer, offered just that when my first marriage fell apart. You just have to love someone like that.
Posted by: rita | September 28, 2006 at 10:38 AM
El: you definitely should!
Posted by: MarieP | September 28, 2006 at 10:38 AM
"Spam doth not a martini make." Have truer words ever been spoken?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 10:38 AM
Never Lab!
I'm going to embroider that on a pillow. I've been thinking about taking up needlepoint!
As if!
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 10:50 AM
The Wench does great embroidery. She learned it from her grandfather, if I remember correctly.
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 10:57 AM
{Rita} if only there wasn't that freaking clock ticking louder and louder... maybe I could stop waiting for Mr Funny and then meet someone...
Some days I really wish I were a man.
Posted by: MarieP | September 28, 2006 at 10:57 AM
Spam martini?
Erg.
{{{MarieP}}}
Posted by: Susan | September 28, 2006 at 11:02 AM
Yom Kippur, as explained by Albertsons grocery store! And quite well done, too.
But it was funny to get in an e-mail about their weekly specials. :)
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 11:11 AM
I did have the advantage of having my clock permanently stopped before I met Tom.
Posted by: rita | September 28, 2006 at 11:21 AM
If I were a man, it would be my luck that I'd be gay.
(NTT-- oh, you know)
Posted by: slyeyes | September 28, 2006 at 11:26 AM
If I were a man, it would be my luck that I'd be gay.
(NTT-- oh, you know)
Posted by: slyeyes | September 28, 2006 at 11:26 AM
For MarieP
Posted by: MOTW | September 28, 2006 at 11:36 AM
*rolls over in cave, scratches hairy leg, goes back to sleep*
Posted by: rita | September 28, 2006 at 11:41 AM
{{{{{MarieP}}}}}}
That really sucks. It's his loss! You are a beautiful, amazing woman.
Posted by: Blogchik | September 28, 2006 at 11:47 AM
For Rita
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 11:48 AM
"I was talking to the duck."
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 11:55 AM
*wonders why, when she clicked on Lab's link, a box came up asking if she wanted to see it in Hebrew*
WTD?
Shalom!
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 11:56 AM
Dave and Ridley are doing the book reading in Fla.
at 9am - reading at 9:25? anyone know how to hear it in san diego?
Posted by: cyn (mbe lp) | September 28, 2006 at 11:58 AM
The doctor replies, "The problem is clear to me. You're not eating right!"
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 11:58 AM
this
judi - Sep 27, 2006 7:38 pm (#1592 of 1593)
here are all the links again:
http://www.justreadflorida.com
Dave and Ridley will be in Orlando tomorrow (Thursday) morning, reading with the Governor and a lot of Florida's schoolkids, in an attempt to break the Guinness Book of World Records Simultaneous Read-Aloud record. They're reading an excerpt of Dave and Ridley's book "Peter and the Starcatchers" -- in unison :)
Just in case you might want to tune in, it starts at 11 (the reading will be at approx. 11:25 EASTERN time) and the webcast links are on this page: http://www.floridaknowledgenetwork.org/Reading.htm
Posted by: cyn | September 28, 2006 at 12:00 PM
Step 1: Make sure you are in San Diego.
Step 2: Time travel back to 9:25 AM EDT.
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 12:03 PM
9 san diego time
Posted by: cyn | September 28, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Oh. That wasn't there when I posted.
Modified step 2: Time travel back to 11:25 AM EDT.
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 12:04 PM
Try "Read Aloud Webcast"
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 12:06 PM
ah shaddapTY, darlin'!now, seriously?
Posted by: cyn | September 28, 2006 at 12:06 PM
No thanks, Lab. I had one of those many years ago and decided I'd rather scrape my legs with a razor blade than yank the hairs out by the roots.
Posted by: rita | September 28, 2006 at 12:06 PM
11:00 AM EDT = 8:00 AM PDT
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 12:06 PM
Drat! I forgot about the reading.
Warning...there may be a bunch of long songs today at noon.
Of the 5 interviews needed for football Fridays...that were to be done by yesterday...one has been done. 15 minutes ago. The others are being lined up.
And I have to record all but one in the other studio.
Timing is soooo good around here.
*not clicking on the link for Rita*
Posted by: Susan | September 28, 2006 at 12:07 PM
*snicker* TY Really!
Posted by: cyn | September 28, 2006 at 12:07 PM
Fortunately I just "moused over" and saw where the link went and opted out.
Posted by: rita | September 28, 2006 at 12:09 PM
I can tell Susan.
Starting with American Pie. :)
How about Bohemian Rhapsody?
or
We Didn't Start the Fire.
This is a great song. *sobs*
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 12:11 PM
or not
*sigh* missed it
Posted by: cyn | September 28, 2006 at 12:12 PM
In-a-gadda-da-vida. *snicker*
Jethro Tull's "Thick as a Brick". There's a good 40 minutes for ya.
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 12:12 PM
too true ovah heah
i'll just trudge on, now
no, don't try to stop me
it's better this way
*splash*
Posted by: cyn | September 28, 2006 at 12:19 PM
*giggle* Too bad I don't have that version of "Thick as a Brick".
And I did In-a-gadda-etc the other day.
I just looooooooooove doing the interviews at noon.
In the other studio.
Posted by: Susan | September 28, 2006 at 12:26 PM
Lab, you're two tents.
Posted by: bbescuela | September 28, 2006 at 12:35 PM
The moral of the story is: Don't count your lesions before you scratch.
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 12:48 PM
Beebs
Abbott and Costello
You know the trouble with you? Your brain is two tenths.
My brain is too tense?
Yeah - two tenths the size of a normal brain!
Posted by: MOTW | September 28, 2006 at 12:49 PM
Prisoner 1: 'What are you in for?'
Prisoner 2: 'Assualt with dead dog.'
and no I havent sent in the ass in a box thing. if anyone wants to, feel free.
Posted by: wolfie | September 28, 2006 at 12:51 PM
Alice's Restaurant.
Posted by: Crash | September 28, 2006 at 12:52 PM
"No, I'm sorry", replied the bartender, "it's a hickory daiquiri, Doc."
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 12:56 PM
Oooh...Alice's Restaurant! Haven't heard that in ages.
I plan to play it Thanksgiving day...
All but one of the interviews done.
And the one I wanted to do in the main studio? I didn't find out who it was til I started recording...in the production room.
All of these were of course originally to be done by Tuesday.
That has not happened.
Well, once.
Last week, when some people went to Texas.
They left Tuesday morning...returned Friday.
Oh well...they are done...except for the editing.
And I don't have any meetings or anything tonight!
To make my daughter happy, we'll have her favorite for supper. Chinese food!
She's still annoyed at me...I finally decided last night (since today was a deadline) that she would not be going to Japan during spring break. One would think I was the most cruel horrible person on the face of the planet for denying her the chance to go...since she's wanted to go since she was, and I quote, 2.
About $2700 for the trip. Close to $100 for the passport and photos. Suggested minimum of $350 spending money. Plus clothes, probably a physical and shots...and who knows what else.
Um.
Not happening.
My mother has suggested we go to VA during spring break, Busch Gardens and Williamsburg. I'm neutral at the moment, but I'd have to go to drive.
What? Go on vacation somewhere besides my sisters? Inconceivable!
Posted by: Susan | September 28, 2006 at 01:12 PM
When's your spring break, Susan? I think ours is the first week of April.
I'm hoping to go to Florida.
Posted by: rita | September 28, 2006 at 01:21 PM
*unleashes purple sanity haze into the moat*
Things are just a little to weird today.
MarieP- Don't worry about the ticking Ovaries. Modern science is a wonderful thing. You have at least 10 more years. When you find the one things will move faster than you think.
Posted by: Mad Scientist Weasel | September 28, 2006 at 01:24 PM
Geh! Sanity be gone!
*turns on the vent*
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 01:28 PM
Lab, check your calendar. "Punchline to Stupid Jokes" is another day.
Posted by: slyeyes | September 28, 2006 at 01:35 PM
Lab, check your calendar. It's Ask A Stupid Question - singular, not plural - Day".
Posted by: MOAT Witch | September 28, 2006 at 01:42 PM
... but apparently you can ask another one on Saturday ...
Posted by: MOAT Witch | September 28, 2006 at 01:45 PM
Would you all like to bite me?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 01:55 PM
THAT's better.
I think
Posted by: slyeyes | September 28, 2006 at 02:00 PM
No thanks, I have enough problems without worrying about rabies, or tetanus. :)
But I'll *smooch* ya.
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 02:00 PM
My vote today for best/worst stupid question is the Blue Orange one.
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 02:02 PM
*hangs shiny things all around the moat*
HEY LOOK...STH SHINY! THR! AND THR! AND THR 2!!
Posted by: Bangi_Sizzles | September 28, 2006 at 02:03 PM
Bangi's streakin' thru the M0AT ====>
Posted by: MOTW | September 28, 2006 at 02:08 PM
If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 02:20 PM
"If word gets out, EVERYONE will want an extra pancreas."
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 02:30 PM
Could Jesus microwave a burrito so hot that He himself could not eat it?
-Homer Simpson
Posted by: insomniac | September 28, 2006 at 02:34 PM
only if it's served with coconut milk, garlic, red chilies, belacan, lemongrass, galangal root and turmeric.
if it's not then it's not worth having any extras.
Posted by: wolfie | September 28, 2006 at 02:35 PM
If a new drug were developed that would cure your terminal illness, but make you look like Michael Jackson, would you take it?
Would you rather be extremely happy but not know it, or extremely miserable but not care?
Would you add a year to your life if it meant taking away a year from another person's life? (What if the other person was Paris Hilton?)
Posted by: bbescuela | September 28, 2006 at 02:37 PM
No. Coin-flip. No. Not even then.
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 02:41 PM
who'll stop the rain?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 02:46 PM
Does anybody really know what time it is?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 02:47 PM
Does anybody really care?
Posted by: rita | September 28, 2006 at 02:49 PM
Have you ever seen the rain?
Posted by: rita | September 28, 2006 at 02:50 PM
Is Lab actually soft-hearted, or does he just like Paris Hilton?
Posted by: bbescuela | September 28, 2006 at 02:55 PM
do you ever get that . . . not-so-fresh feeling?
Posted by: Mr.Fisher | September 28, 2006 at 02:55 PM
if birds can fly over the rainbow, why can't i?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 02:55 PM
Neither, BB. There is a third option: Life isn't so important that I'd do anything to tack on one more year.
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 02:57 PM
Why do fools fall in love?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 02:57 PM
how soon is now?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 03:02 PM
But Lab, what if that were the year that you found out the answer to life, the universe and everything was off by 1?
Posted by: slyeyes | September 28, 2006 at 03:03 PM
Where oh where has my little dog gone?
Also.. It's a knick-knack Paddy Whack, give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone
Posted by: Kafaleni | September 28, 2006 at 03:04 PM
Why do fools fall in love?
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 03:04 PM
That would make it all that much worse, Sly. That would mean that I spent my entire life with the WRONG ANSWER. That would suck.
Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street? Do you know the way to San Jose?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 03:04 PM
whats love got to do with it?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 03:06 PM
Why is El saying the same thing that I'm saying?
If you put a shoe on your head, does it become a hat?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 03:06 PM
{{{Marie P}}} What everyone else said.
Well, of course it's fiction...
Posted by: Kafaleni | September 28, 2006 at 03:06 PM
whats the frequency kenneth?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 03:07 PM
Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near?
Posted by: Kafaleni | September 28, 2006 at 03:07 PM
Good one, Trillian! I'm impressed!
Have you ever heard of R.E.M.?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 03:08 PM
Because I emulate you Lab.
I thought you knew that.
25 or 6 to 4?
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 03:08 PM
why don't we do it in the road?
hasn't everyone heard of REM?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 03:09 PM
What becomes of the broken-hearted?
Posted by: Kafaleni | September 28, 2006 at 03:10 PM
Rapid Eye Movement?
Posted by: Mr.Fisher | September 28, 2006 at 03:10 PM
Would?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 03:11 PM
Why can't we not be sober?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 03:13 PM
Who'd have believed you'd come along?
*starts sobbing*
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 03:15 PM
*another point for Trillian for "Would?"*
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 03:15 PM
Does my butt make these pants look fat?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 03:16 PM
What are you doing the rest of my life?
If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?
Posted by: Kafaleni | September 28, 2006 at 03:16 PM
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 03:16 PM
Lab, take them off and throw them on your lawn. Then it will only be your butt making your butt look fat.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Posted by: Kafaleni | September 28, 2006 at 03:17 PM
I didn't ask if my butt looked fat, did I?
Posted by: «LabSpecimen» | September 28, 2006 at 03:20 PM
hey hey what can i do?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 03:21 PM
*knows the way to San Jose, at least from Provo*
Posted by: Sarah J | September 28, 2006 at 03:27 PM
Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?
Posted by: Eleanor | September 28, 2006 at 03:32 PM
nope, I just thought I'd help.
Hello and welcome to (insert govt department name here). How may I help you today?
Posted by: Kafaleni | September 28, 2006 at 03:34 PM
why don't we get drunk and screw?
Posted by: Trillian | September 28, 2006 at 03:36 PM
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Posted by: neophyte | September 28, 2006 at 03:38 PM