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blurk, if I remember it was her way of saying good-bye to her aunt?
Posted by: Foghorn Leghorn | August 31, 2006 at 12:24 PM
granny or aunt??? the one that raised her.
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:25 PM
to say goodnight to her Grandma
Posted by: kitten | August 31, 2006 at 12:25 PM
Siouxie, nope, try again.
I actually watched an interview one time and she told why she did it. You are very close, though.
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 12:26 PM
Siouxie gets the points! Good job!
Posted by: Foghorn Leghorn | August 31, 2006 at 12:26 PM
LOL Blurk I went to High School in Sissonville WV.
Posted by: DavetheRed in the stench of smoke | August 31, 2006 at 12:27 PM
Oops.
Posted by: Foghorn Leghorn | August 31, 2006 at 12:27 PM
hmmm...I've seen interviews also. I thought that was it.
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:28 PM
k guys, my trip (in so many ways) down the TVLand road must end here...I actually have to do some work - grumble, grumble. Bet if I was a really cool female spy type, I could blog all day, except of course, for when I'd have to be the sexy, brainy decoy while the boys saved the day.
Ciao
Posted by: Gypsysoul66 | August 31, 2006 at 12:29 PM
Burnett's mother soon faded from the family into the bottle, leaving Burnett to be raised by her grandmother. They became very close, and Burnett's famous "ear-tug" gesture, offered at the end of all her live performances and on her famous TV series, began as a silent signal to her grandmother, meaning "Everything is OK."
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:30 PM
Gunsmoke, Cap'n Kangeroo...
Talkin 'bout my generation; talkin 'bout my generation -- my gennneraaaaaation!
Posted by: foggiest notion | August 31, 2006 at 12:30 PM
see ya Gypsy!
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:30 PM
I'm so glad we had this time together....
la la la la la :}
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:32 PM
Maybe I'm losing my mind (no wisecracks) I swear she said she was saying hello to her daughter.
Damn alzheimer's.
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 12:32 PM
well blurk, maybe NOW she includes her daughter since she died recently...but it was always for her grannie...
so where are my blog points?? :P
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:34 PM
DavetR and I went to competing high schools. What're the chances?
And we can both read and write (a little).
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 12:34 PM
foggiest, love that song!!!
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:35 PM
I've wired them to your account, Siouxie. Now, how ya gonna use 'em?
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 12:35 PM
yeah for captain kangaroo, mr. green jeans, bunny rabbit and moose!
Posted by: crossgirl | August 31, 2006 at 12:35 PM
It was our high-falutin' edumacation, blurk.
Posted by: DavetheRed in the stench of smoke | August 31, 2006 at 12:36 PM
I dunno, but I should get extra points for back to back simuls :)
*will think of something*
*eg*
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:37 PM
blurk, i think it was her daughter, too. :)
Posted by: southerngirl | August 31, 2006 at 12:38 PM
DavetR, are you in MT?
Please tell me you're not around Big Timber.
(stench of smoke reference)
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 12:39 PM
Thanks, Blurk. The floor applies to inebriation for most of the world. It applies to Baseball here in KC, as well.
Gloom, despair, and agony on me.......
Posted by: Meditrina | August 31, 2006 at 12:40 PM
hey sgirl!
Like I said, it may include her daughter now since she passed away...although I haven't seen a recent interview.
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:40 PM
OK, I need a little help from my blog friends (if I have any). I live in Charlotte but I wasn't here for Hurricane Hugo, so I don't know what to do. I blurk religously but there are so many comments with so many things to do, I am overwhelmed. Can someone just give me a to-do list? I know I must stock up on toilet paper and tuna, but what about Dinty Moore beef stew? I am concerned with my lawn furniture. I don't have a pool to throw it into. Is it considered bad manners if I drive my furniture half a mile down the road and throw it into the nearest neighbor's pool? And what about alcoholic beverages? Beer, wine or vodka? How much of each? If my kids get thirsty do I have to share my beverages with them? Or do I just give 'em a dollar and an umbrella and tell them to fly to the nearest convenience store? Oh Lord, please help me, I'm beginning to tremble at the possibilities of the wrath of Tropical Fart Ernesto. I'm crawling under my desk now. HELP!
Posted by: casey | August 31, 2006 at 12:41 PM
Deep down depression, excessive misery...
LOL love it!
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:41 PM
casey,
I'd say yes,yes, all of the above, large quantities,NO sharing,yes (they'll be fine, really)!
hope that helps...
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 12:43 PM
casey - yes
Posted by: kitten | August 31, 2006 at 12:44 PM
*SNORK* @ casey
That was funny.
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 12:46 PM
I canNOT believe you people watched all that crap.....!
Posted by: sippisnooky | August 31, 2006 at 12:49 PM
Fellow blogsters: We are not representing the literary genius of Mr. Barry very aptly on this thread, as we have confirmed beyond a doubt that we are old, have questionable taste in music, and sum of us are hicks.
I'm with siouxie. Lovin' it. ;-)
Good luck, Casey. We don't have tropical flatulence, just an occasional hit and miss tornado. It comes and goes like my boyfriends, so there's no to do list. Sorry.
Posted by: Meditrina | August 31, 2006 at 12:50 PM
casey's to do list:
duct tape kids to lawn furniture, do not throw in pool, gags optional
stock up on canned food to be donated to food bank at a later date
stock up on dinty moore stew if you have a pet that may need to eat
stock up on red wine (lots) for when power goes out and kids chew thru gags
start drinking all beers in fridge lest power go out. restock (lots)in case you run out before power goes out
eat all ice cream in fridge, see above
Posted by: crossgirl | August 31, 2006 at 12:51 PM
Nope the smoke reference is because monday our office building caught on fire and we have been cleaning up smoke damaged equipment since then.
Posted by: DavetheRed in the stench of smoke | August 31, 2006 at 12:51 PM
I 'member now. At least you're not in the middle of a forest fire. That was the reference I was referencin'.
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 12:56 PM
Thanks friends! I feel safer now. I can't wait to start girding!
Posted by: casey | August 31, 2006 at 12:56 PM
and hunkerin'!! don't forget the hunkerin for God's sake!!
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 01:01 PM
What about the battenin'? ya gotta batten down the hatches!!
Posted by: DavetheRed in the stench of smoke | August 31, 2006 at 01:03 PM
So what's the protocol if you don't have lawn furniture or a pool? Can you put a Tonka in a flower pot instead?
I'm in the middle of Texas, so we are terribly inexperienced with hunkering and girding.
Posted by: Mrs.Wheezer | August 31, 2006 at 01:08 PM
*adds batten and hunker to the list*
runs off, skipping and singing:
"Batten, hunker and gird, Oh My!
Batten, hunker and gird, Oh My!"
Posted by: casey | August 31, 2006 at 01:11 PM
Where, oh where
Are you tonite ...
Why did you leave me
here all alone ...
I searched the world over
and I thought I'd found true love
You met another and
PppppppllllhhhhhT! You was gone ...
(I did that from memory, then I hadda look up the rest ...)
A HEE HAW CLASSIC DITTY
Where oh where are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over and I thought I'd found true love.
But you met another and PTHHP! you was gone.
You took out your false teeth, your wig and your glasses.
You were just scattered all over the place.
I wanted to kiss you and hug you so tightly.
I guess that I would have if I'd found your face.
I went to your house at three in the morning.
You had all them curlers and junk in your hair.
You would not have scared me and I'd not have run so,
If you had not looked like you'd wrestled a bear.
I told you my darlin' you looked like a gopher.
Made you so mad, you haven't spoke since.
But tell me my darling if you ain't got buck teeth.
How do you eat apples through a picket fence?
When I picked you up for our date last weekend.
You looked so pretty in your satin and lace.
But when I bent over and started to kiss you,
you popped a pimple all over my face!
I also miss Rocket J. Squirrel ... he was the best part of the morning TV, back in another century, in another lifetime ... another millenium ...
Didja know his voice recently passed away?
Posted by: O. the U(manity) | August 31, 2006 at 01:16 PM
Mrs. Wheezer, don't you have tornados?
Posted by: alienmare | August 31, 2006 at 01:17 PM
*snork* @ OtheU!!
classic song....
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 01:21 PM
Ditto. Snork @ OtheU!!
Posted by: Meditrina | August 31, 2006 at 01:26 PM
Siouxie, i swear my comment to blurk showed up right after his when i posted it. when i came back, there were like 10 freakin' comments between 'em. so, i didn't see your grannie answer. :)
Posted by: southerngirl | August 31, 2006 at 01:29 PM
OtheU is my new hero.
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 01:30 PM
Yes, tornadoes do come here, but those require battening of the battening variety. Hunkering and girding are foreign concepts.
Posted by: Mrs.Wheezer | August 31, 2006 at 01:30 PM
I miss the Saturday morning tv. Bugs bunny Road Runner show, Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids. I cringe when I see what passes for animation now.
Posted by: Juggler of Geese | August 31, 2006 at 01:32 PM
LOL it's ok sgirl!
blurk was just hiding my CORRECT answer :P
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 01:36 PM
I agree, JoG! those were the best! And Scooby of course...
I even like the Hanna Barbera classics as well.
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 01:37 PM
I'm so glad we had this time together....
aint that the Carrol Burnet theme song?
Posted by: Chaz | August 31, 2006 at 01:37 PM
"anda nowww,, from de boyz inna de band. getta down...getta funky.
Posted by: Jazzzz | August 31, 2006 at 01:39 PM
yep, Chaz...
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 01:40 PM
My best Carol impression...ready?
AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Howzzat?
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 01:44 PM
are you doing her "tarzan" yell????
can't tell lol
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 01:46 PM
Of course, Siouxie. You couldn't hear that?
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 01:51 PM
I thought you pulled the ear-ring right outta your ear, blurk
Posted by: kitten | August 31, 2006 at 01:52 PM
Blurk, the windows just rattled in Indianapolis. Nicely done!
Posted by: nannie | August 31, 2006 at 01:55 PM
"Hunkering and girding are foreign concepts"
for a Texan? !! I thought Texans were girded for....well...just about EVerything! You seem to be in good hands, I must say, on this very kewl blog. I've never SEEN so much hunkering and loin girding and .... like, therapy.
(cough, cough)
Posted by: sippisnooky | August 31, 2006 at 01:56 PM
nanni - I grew up in Indy - went to Ritter HS...do you know it?
Posted by: 24 | August 31, 2006 at 01:57 PM
I thought that was it, blurk :)
I remember a couple of other yells though...
MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
You know she recently appeared on Desperate Housewives.
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2006 at 01:58 PM
kitten, an earring? Not in this dude's ear.
I guess I should say NTTAWWT.
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 01:58 PM
No need for hunkerin' in the KC area today! Blue skies and 82, low humidity. So nice, I had to take a short ride on the bike during lunch to take advantage. (No meanness intended to the folks that are having to hunker down.)
Posted by: Foghorn Leghorn | August 31, 2006 at 01:59 PM
blurk, you just thought of a Hank song...
"I'd like to spit some Beechnut in that dude's eye"
...don't know why that made me think of it...
Posted by: kitten | August 31, 2006 at 02:00 PM
kitten, "A Country Boy Can Survive"
No finer song ever written.
Posted by: blurk | August 31, 2006 at 02:02 PM
it is one of my absolute favorites! I live in the city so when I crank it up, I get funny looks...
Posted by: kitten | August 31, 2006 at 02:03 PM
Hit and run geezer lob for O.U.: Back about 7th grade (think U.S. Bicentennial) I had an LP with a live performance of that song by Archie Campbell and company. He was doing some riffing between the chorus and the verses, and you made two of them surface from the La Brea tar pits of my mind:
"Oh, she had the most bee-youtiful hair a-hangin' down her back. None on her head, just on her back."
"And she had a fine figger. She had a hi-fi, phonographic figger: 45-78-33 1/3."
Another result of that recording being a part of my childhood is that, to this day, I can deliver a nearly dead-on rendition of Archie's classic fairy-tale-as-spoonerisms bit, "Rindercella". Remind me to hop up on stage and do it at the next blog reunion. But don't remind me until after at least two mojitos.
I'm off to The Airport Job, kids. Have fun for me, and I'll check back in tonight.
Posted by: WriterDude | August 31, 2006 at 02:12 PM
If you really want to know what's coming yer way, watch International weather reports (BBC, DW-TV). They couldn't care less if Floridians are blown away, so they try to be accurate rather than scary.
Posted by: Sondra | August 31, 2006 at 05:45 PM
my god. CNN didn't do this story justice. trust me, i feel your pain as i'm standing on my head while looking at my backyard even as i type. it's hard too, but i do it...because i care.
Posted by: puppytoes | August 31, 2006 at 07:11 PM
I found out yesterday that I had to gird and hunker when the fella in front of me at the grocery store bought the super huge econo-size bottle of bleach. Meanwhile I'm suitable prepared for Tropical Hiccup "I'll grow up to be a Carolina Hurricane if I can learn to skate" Ernesto.
Posted by: bookworm | August 31, 2006 at 08:52 PM
Hero? Awww, shucks, blurk ... twern't nothin' ... merely reminiscin' and enjoyin' the fun memories of life ...
Glad y'all & them others liked the reference ...
The part I liked best about that bit wuz when there wuz sometimes a "surprise" singin' partner with Archie ... and he'd STARE @ whomever ... and then get the Ppplllllhhht! right in the face ... great comedic timing and technique ...
WD - oh, wowser! Great lines! S'pose y'all could find a copy, or remember the rest? (Collectin' those tidbits of trivia is sorta like trineta find ALL the verses to Deck the Halls with Boston Charlie and other classics ...)
Posted by: O. the U(manity) | August 31, 2006 at 10:51 PM
O the U...How about "The Keen and the Quing were quirling at quoits, in the meadow beyond of the mere, tho mainly the meadow was middled with mow, an heretical hitherto here. The prince and the princess were plaiting the plates, while prating quite primly the peer, and that's why the duchess stuck ducks on the duke, when no one was over to see'er."
Posted by: Betsy | September 01, 2006 at 12:52 AM