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Conference turris::womannotes-v3

Title:Topics of Interest to Women
Notice:V3 is closed. TURRIS::WOMANNOTES-V5 is open.
Moderator:REGENT::BROOMHEAD
Created:Thu Jan 30 1986
Last Modified:Fri Jun 30 1995
Last Successful Update:Fri Jun 06 1997
Number of topics:1078
Total number of notes:52352

14.0. "Was my face *RED* when..." by WMOIS::B_REINKE (mother, mother ocean) Wed Apr 18 1990 00:13

    This note is for those *really* embarassing moments
    in your life..
    
    credit for the orginator of this topic is pending until
    I can find it.
    
    (embarassed)
    
    bjr
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14.1True Story! Cross my heart!USCTR2::DONOVANcutsie phrase or words of wisdomSun Apr 22 1990 04:2317
    About 10 years ago I moved to L.A. At the time, we conservative
    New Englanders knew it as "The Land of Fruit and Nuts."
    
    While sipping a drink with friends on a local tavern one evening
    I met a man named Bob. Being new in the neighborhood I jumped at
    the party invitation that Bob extended to me for the upcoming week-
    end. He lived across the street from me, well within walking distance.
    I got all spiffied up in my new skirt and 3 inch spike heals (they were
    quite fashionable in those days) and walked to Bob's place. I carried
    my deviled eggs in one hand and rang the bell with the other. Much to
    my surprise, a big HUNK of a man answered the door. Oh, and did I
    mention? He, and everyone else in the house, were stark naked.
    
    To make a long story short, at least the devilled eggs were a hit!
    
    Kate
    
14.2BOLT::MINOWGregor Samsa, please wake upSun Apr 22 1990 19:2714
re: .1:
    About 10 years ago I moved to L.A. At the time, we conservative
    New Englanders knew it as "The Land of Fruit and Nuts."
...
    Much to
    my surprise, a big HUNK of a man answered the door. Oh, and did I
    mention? He, and everyone else in the house, were stark naked.
    

Umm, Kate, did this change your opinion of L.A. any?

Martin.
    

14.3USCTR2::DONOVANcutsie phrase or words of wisdomThu Apr 26 1990 02:5310
    RE:-1
    
    Martin,
    
    I'm not telling. Oh, was that you at the door? Oops, sorry. I was
    the woman with the magenta cheeks. Ya! That one.
    
    
    Kate
    
14.4Wrap-Around Skirts are DEADLY!!!CSSE::ROWENWed May 23 1990 17:1020
    About 10 years ago (when wrap-around skirts and 3" heels were
    fashionable), I set out to go shopping at a local mall.  It
    was a hot summer day, muggy with no breeze at all.  I parked
    my car at the end of the lot and proceeded to walk towards
    the entrance.  Strangly, passing shoppers were giving me some
    very odd looks, after 5 or 6, I decided to take it as a compliment
    and not let it bother me.
    
    	It got worse and worse until I came upon 3 men, one of whice
    dropped to his knees with his arms extended and screamed "I
    just died and went to heaven", I looked down at myself.....
    and there I was....standing in my bicini underwear wearing
    3" heels, UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
    
    	As I was running back to my car, there was my all too
    reliable wrap-around skirt, wrapped right around my car
    door, dangling, laughing at me.
    
    -Sharon
    
14.5Wrap-Around SkirtsCSC32::DUBOISThe early bird gets wormsThu May 24 1990 16:499
<                        <<< Note 14.4 by CSSE::ROWEN >>>
<                     -< Wrap-Around Skirts are DEADLY!!! >-

Thank you.  That's the first laugh I've had today, and I surely needed it.

I remember my wrap-around skirts on windy days...they may be nice to look
at, but they definately have problems.

        Carol
14.6Great StoryUSCTR2::DONOVANcutsie phrase or words of wisdomFri May 25 1990 00:236
    re:.4
    Sharon,
    
    At least the man didn't think he's died and gone to hell. Right!
    
    Kate
14.7I ALMOST DIED..........ASIC::WELCHSat Nov 17 1990 18:2023
    I see there haven't been many replies to this lately, but this note did
    bring back a hilarious memory....
    
    When my husband was alive, he was a very active Mason, and as such when
    we got married I joined the Eastern Star, and being a very good doo-bee
    we went in line to be officers of the organization......The year in the
    East (as Worthy Matron and Worthy Patron)was for me very difficult, but
    I gave it my best shot.....They have an inspection once a year for all
    the big "Pooh-Bahs" to come a watch you strut your stuff.....It is a
    hard thing to do for some of us, but I managed to learn everything and
    was feeling pretty confidant when the evening arrived.....
    
    As I stood in front of ALL THOSE PEOPLE doing my thing, (we wore
    evening gowns, BTW) I was so hot and sweaty that I thought I would melt
    off the podium......All of a sudden, I got immediately cooler as I felt
    something long and silky slip down my legs.....You've got it!  The
    elastic in the waistband of my 1/2 slip had broken.....My gown was
    hemmed to about 2" above my ankles so I wouldn't trip when walking. 
    The little devil slid all the way down to the floor......I almost died,
    but John said I handled it very well.....I stepped out of the mess....
    without missing a beat or a word, and kicked the damned thing backward
    out of my way with my foot......I found out later that hardly anyone
    had noticed.......!!cringe...cringe!!!!
14.8(:8GWYNED::YUKONSECMentorMon Dec 17 1990 12:544
    I'm trying to remember the last time my face *wasn't* red.  I'm not
    succeeding!
    
    E Grace
14.9Heart FlushIE0010::MALINGWorking in a window wonderlandMon Dec 17 1990 14:293
    Bad sunburn, eh?  :-)
    
    Mary
14.10LEZAH::BOBBITTwaves become wingsWed Apr 03 1991 09:5220
    I was reminded of this by the sweater I found in the back of my closet
    and decided to wear today.  Yes, this sweater survived the disastrous
    maple syrup drenching of 1985.
    
    Well, I was going out to meet my then-boyfriend's family in Colorado. 
    First plane ride I had taken since I was about 7 or 8.  I tried to
    think of something nice to bring along, something New England-y.  What
    should come to mind?  Maple Syrup, of course.  What they forgot to tell
    me was they don't pressurize the luggage compartments in the plane.  So
    I bought a bottle, rather than a can.  *sigh* - you can guess the rest. 
    Of course, by the return trip I'd learned my lesson, so I brought back
    a six pack of CANS of Coors, rather than BOTTLES (I'm sure there were
    no few people smuggling Coors and Vernors out of the midwest at this
    time, since they were unavailable in most places!).....
    
    Boy was my face red when I unpacked whne I got there though, maple
    syrple ALL OVER EVERYTHING!
    
    -Jody
    
14.11STARCH::WHALENVague clouds of electrons tunneling through computer circuits and bouncing off of satelites.Wed Apr 03 1991 10:1610
re .10
>   ...                                           What they forgot to tell
>    me was they don't pressurize the luggage compartments in the plane.

The luggage compartment of your average jet aircraft is pressurized just as much
as the passenger compartment is.  Both are pressurized to approximately 6000 ft
above MSL.

Rich
 
14.12COMET::COSTAWed Apr 03 1991 11:244
    
     But  most airports in Colorado are already at 6000 ft above sea level.
    
    T
14.13Would that be a strike or a spare?BSS::VANFLEETUncommon WomanWed Apr 03 1991 12:5123
...my daughter goes to visit her Dad about three times a year.  Since she's 
only 6 and flies alone we have to put her on non-stop flights which usually 
necessitates her flying in and out of Denver instead of Colorado Springs.   
He has a talent for scheduling her flights so that I have to race to the 
airport in rush hour traffic to get her.  Last night her plane got in at 5:30  
and I got off work at 4:00.  To make sure that somebody was there to pick her 
up I had my ex-mother-in-law act as my backup in case I didn't make it in time.
She took along a friend of hers to keep her company.  The plane wound up 
coming in 1/2 an hour late so we were all there waiting when Emily came in.

On the way to the baggage claim we took the moving sidewalk.  Lynn got on 
first with Charlotte next then Emily and I.  I started to ask Emily about her 
trip and she was telling us about her trip to Disneyland.  Lynn and Charlotte 
were facing us and absolutely fascinated with Emily.  So fascinated, in fact, 
that they didn't notice the end of the sidewalk.  I watched helplessly while 
the two of them went down like bowling pins!  I had this picture of Emily and 
I going down on top of them so I yelled at Emily, "Walk backwards!".  So here 
we were, Lynn and Charlotte sprawled at the end of the sidewalk and Emily and 
I walking backwards as fast as we could on the moving sidewalk!  :-)

Luckily nobody was hurt much.  :-)

Nanci
14.14next time, a cap instead of a corkTRACKS::PARENTThe Unfinished woman...Wed Apr 03 1991 14:4511
re .11/.10
    
    Not all aircraft are presurized.  Some are only passenger compartment
    pressurized.  The cabin is limited to about 8,000 feet, not 6,000 on
    most large jets and many smaller commuter ones 10,000 feet.  A technical
    aside 6-8000 feet for a container sealed at sea level would create a
    presure  difference between 3-4 pounds per square inch!  That's why
    butane lighters are dangerous on aircraft (tend to flare up).
    
    Allison
14.15sorry folks!WMOIS::REINKE_Bbread and rosesFri Jul 12 1991 16:519
    BOY IS MY FACE RED...
    
    I was just sending out an announcement of Barb Marcus's dinner
    to my party.dis list. Only I sent my distribution list out
    instead of the text of the party announcement.
    
    GAAAAAAAAAH!
    
    Bonnie
14.16NOATAK::BLAZEKto the willow fringeFri Jul 12 1991 17:017
    
    Fortunately you sent the real message quickly after the 
    distribution list ... so our confusion didn't last long, 
    Bonnie.  =8-)
    
    Carla
    
14.17TINCUP::XAIPE::KOLBEThe Debutante DerangedFri Jul 12 1991 21:012
Heck, I was getting real depressed thinking it was the attendance list and I
wasn't going to be there. :*) liesl
14.18comign out of my cave for a minuteWMOIS::REINKE_Bbread and rosesFri Jul 12 1991 22:367
    liesl,
    
    you weren't the only one...
    
    bj
    
    
14.19Wow!HOO78C::VISSERSDutch ComfortSat Jul 13 1991 14:345
    I *thought* it looked like a very huge party already... :-)
    
    (and was happy to see my name there too... Ah well!)
    
    Ad :-)
14.20why margaritas shouldn't have strawsRUTLND::JOHNSTONangry? me? my eyes are shaking...Wed Aug 07 1991 14:2942
    [the following is entered at the urging of a select group of friends
    who apparently feel that the myth of my competence and grace under
    pressure is in need of debunking. this one's for you.  you know who you
    are]
    
    Background:
    
    Several years ago, I decided that I wanted a career in Finance here at
    Digital, and I began 'networking' extensively.  One of the people I
    met in my networking was a fairly successful finance professional who
    saw in me some potential that he wished to cultivate.  My mentor and I
    hadn't met face to face for more than 18 months when The Incident
    occurred.
    
    "The Incident":
    
    Joe Fargano retired early this year.  As a participant in the FDP
    Program, I was invited to his retirement party at Maynard Rod & Gun.
    Let's just say that there were several persons with 'impressive
    credentials' within the Finance Community also in attendence -- so I
    washed my hair, put on my little grey suit, and prepared to look cool,
    competent and professional in a after work setting.
    
    I was in conversation with an old friend, about to take a sip of my
    margarita, when I was startled to hear my name [my mentor's voice -- I
    thought he was out of the country].  I turned my head but the upward
    motion of my arm didn't stop.
    
    The straw from my drink became lodged in my left nostril.
    
    When I lowered the drink, the straw remained embedded.
    
    Conversation in my immediate vicinity slammed to a halt. Whereupon my
    erstwhile mentor leaned forward, removed the straw, and handed it to me.
    
    What could I do? I walked up to the bar and asked for a new straw.
    
    And conversation resumed.
    
    So much for my polished professionalism ...
    
      Annie
14.21WMOIS::REINKE_Bbread and rosesWed Aug 07 1991 14:337
    Ann
    
    You tell it orally with such a flare, it looses something in print!
    
    :-)
    
    Bonnie
14.22NOATAK::BLAZEKof this breathless worldWed Aug 07 1991 14:367
    
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
    
    Tears are *streaming*!
    
    Oh Annie, that's a priceless story!
    
14.23Nosing out the competition for the job, eh?XCUSME::QUAYLEi.e. AnnWed Aug 07 1991 14:417
    hoo!
    
    If it lost something in print, never tell me in person...
    
    Helplessly,
    aq
    
14.24who is happy for the laugh!CARTUN::NOONANDing Dong...Avon callingWed Aug 07 1991 14:435
    Just one of the many reasons I stopped drinking, Annie!   (*8
    
    That was all too common an occurance.
    
    E Grace
14.25and I didn't even _see_ you ...RUTLND::JOHNSTONangry? me? my eyes are shaking...Wed Aug 07 1991 15:039
    Let me try and understand this ...
    
    E Grace says that one of the reasons she stopped drinking is because
    the sight of me wearing my jaunty red & white "tusk" was just more than
    she could take?
    
    Gee ...
    
      Annie
14.26cute, Annie, very cute!CARTUN::NOONANDing Dong...Avon callingWed Aug 07 1991 15:301
    
14.27ThanksREGENT::BROOMHEADDon&#039;t panic -- yet.Wed Aug 07 1991 15:433
    That is a "funny always" story, Annie.
    
    							Ann B.
14.28WMOIS::REINKE_Bbread and rosesWed Aug 07 1991 15:506
    Ann
    
    When Ann tells it in person you get all the facial expessions
    and hand gestures that make you laugh that much harder.
    
    Bonnie
14.29RENOIR::STHILAIREFood, Shelter &amp; DiamondsWed Aug 07 1991 16:006
    Does she actually stick a straw up her nose to demonstrate?  :-) :-)
    
    (just kidding)  I thought it was very funny.
    
    Lorna
    
14.30Who are all these Anns anyway? ;)XCUSME::QUAYLEi.e. AnnWed Aug 07 1991 16:265
    If .28 is to me, Bonnie, you must be mistaken.  I *can't* laugh harder.
    
    Still chuckling,
    aq
    
14.31WMOIS::REINKE_Bbread and rosesWed Aug 07 1991 16:338
    aq
    
    Yes, that was to you... 
    
    :-)
    
    
    BJ
14.32AITE::WASKOMWed Aug 07 1991 18:1510
    Annie -
    
    Having had the great good fortune to meet you, I "read" that with
    tone-of-voice and hand gestures in place.
    
    I now need a box of Kleenex for the tears rolling down my face from
    laughing so hard.  I'm sure you carried on for the rest of the evening
    with great aplomb.
    
    Alison
14.33In the big cityTYGON::WILDEwhy am I not yet a dragon?Mon Aug 12 1991 21:1538
okay, first let me say that this happened a long time ago, and I was young,
from New Mexico...and well, we didn't HAVE a lot of shell fish when I was
growing up...


I moved to New England when I was barely 22 years old...from New Mexico, by
way of a year or 2 in Houston.  When I arrived in Maynard to start work in
the old mill, I was undergoing some level of culteral shock, okay?  Anyway,
I met this absolutely georgeous man who was single, near my age, and very
"sophisticated" as far as I was concerned.  I was smitten, very smitten...
Wonder of all wonders, he asked me out (probably less smitten than simply
amazed, but that's another story).  I was determined to be a "perfect date".
We went to a very posh restaurant in Boston for dinner.  Now, I had learned
to "follow his lead" when ordering - that way, you never order too expensive
an item (in those days, the guy always paid).  He ordered lobster.  I had
never even SEEN a lobster, but I ordered lobster.

I knew I was in trouble when they brought out a bunch of TOOLS and a 
protective garmet for me....I was totally apalled when they brought out a
plate with this hideous giant red bug, piping hot, on it.  I smiled and tried
mightily to look as if I'd seen a thousand of those things...and loved em all.
I did not admit that I had no idea how to proceed.  I watched my date as he
dug in with gusto, breaking, cracking, digging, etc.  I attempted to duplicate
his efforts on my own monster, only to see it suddenly leap off my plate,
skitter across the small, intimate table at which we sat, and into my date's
lap.  It was hot.  My date immediately stood up, depositing my lobster on the
floor some distance from our table.  I waited to die.  Unfortunately, the fates
were not cooperating and I did not die.  The lobster laid there.  A very
smooth waiter walked up, picked up the lobster and my plate in one smooth
motion and said, "tried to escape, did he?  We'll get you one that is easier
to manage"...and disappeared into the kitchen.  A broken-into lobster was
delivered and we actually had a nice meal.  

My date and I did see one another for about a year after that so he was a good
sport...but I will never forget that experience.

Then there was the time I believed the %$#^& things yelled when you put them
in boiling water...but that is another story.
14.34Well, gee...TLE::TLE::D_CARROLLA woman full of fireTue Aug 13 1991 00:357
    i had my first lobster in New Mexico.  (Had my first of many, many
    things in New Mexico... :-)  Hell, don't they have *picture books* in
    that misbegotten state???
    
    ;-)
    
    D!
14.35YUPPY::DAVIESASpirit in the NightTue Aug 13 1991 09:0412
    
    Hey - I had a similar experience with lobster just about a year
    ago at DECworld in Boston.
    
    Luckily I'd had a few glasses of wine first and was hence too
    relaxed to feel the full force of my embarassment.
    
    I go it in my hair, the hair of people on either side of me, on
    the floor....and then I found that I don't much care for the taste
    anyway.
    
    'gail
14.36WAHOO::LEVESQUEA question of balance...Tue Aug 13 1991 09:5112
 What an excellent story, Ms Wilde (Diane?). I was howling with laughter. :-)

 It's really funny; having lived in NE all my life, I can't imagine how people
don't know how to eat lobster. It just seems so intuitive. I remember seeing
a placemat in a restaurant when I was about 14; it had instructions on how
to eat a lobster. I asked "why do they have instructions on how to eat a 
lobster? Is anyone really that stupid?" I was shocked to learn that there were
some people that never had lobster. (I had my first lobster at about 2 years
old in Rockport Ma. My mother had a hotdog; she had not yet acquired a taste
for them.:^) 

 The Doctah,  a lobstah fanatic
14.37Leapin' lobstahs!!BENONI::JIMCillegitimi non insectusTue Aug 13 1991 10:114
    Thank you for a really good laugh.  I needed that today.
    
    8-)
    jimc
14.38D!'s drinking problem and Chris's faux pasTLE::TLE::D_CARROLLA woman full of fireTue Aug 13 1991 10:4728
    Well, this wasn't *me*, but I was present for it...it was rather
    amusing once we figured out the "misunderstanding".
    
    Last night I was talking with a group of people; we were all sitting
    around the living room, everyone else with tea and snacks, and me with
    my ubiquitous Nutri/System squirt bottle, which I was absent-mindedly
    playing with.  During the conversation, one woman started talking about 
    her mother's various ailments.  She was saying "...and the same season
    she broke her hand, then she broke her wrist...then the doctors
    diagnosed her with cirrhosis of the liver..." and Chris popped his head
    up and said, with a sort of snide chuckle, "Oh, drinking problem?"
    
    We all *stared* at him, thinking "Geez, that was the tackiest, most
    crass and ill-toned question we've ever heard!!"  He's looking blankly
    at us, and I said "Chris, that's awful!!  How can you say such a thing
    in such a way???" and he says "What????"
    
    It took us a little while to sort out that, while Beth was talking
    about her Mom [who, incidentally, does not have a drinking problem, nor
    cirrhosis of the liver] I had at the same time been playing with my
    drinking bottle and accidentally managed to squirt myself while
    attempting to drink from it.  Chris hadn't even been listening to Beth,
    but had noticed me squirt myself, and was making a joke ala "Airplane". 
    ("I see you have a little drinking problem...." *splash*)
    
    Anyway, we all found it highly amusing...
    
    D!
14.39CALS::HEALEYDTN 297-2426 (was Karen Luby)Tue Aug 13 1991 14:3910

RE: lobster story

	that was hysterical!  I'm sitting in my office trying to laugh
	quietly.  I've given a few people lessons on cracking lobsters
	open and they are often quite funny!

	Karen

14.40BLUMON::GUGELAdrenaline: my drug of choiceTue Aug 13 1991 15:3313
    
    re .33:  this is the reason I do refuse to order boiled
    lobster in a nice restaurant any more; I hate to be known
    as an ultimate slob, because I do try not to be, but it
    squirts everywhere - on the floor, table, at other people.
    
    Oh yeah, there was the time I was eating lunch in the cafe
    with colleagues and had a salad, including a couple of
    hot peppers.  Bit into one and it squirted hitting -
    not just one - but *two* people - right in one of each their
    eyes.  One of them had to excuse himself from the table to
    clean out his burning eye.
    
14.41Red? More like Fuscia! ....BOOVX1::MANDILEBut ma, it followed me home,honest!Thu Aug 15 1991 08:2518
    Ah, yes, dining out......
    
    One of my favorite things is a good steak, so out we
    went to the Hilltop on Rte 1.....
    They deliver our meals, and I, blabbering away as usual,
    start sawing away with gusto at my steak.  Not noticing
    that as I am cutting, the plate is *slowly* slipping
    towards the edge of the table.  Yak, yak, saw, saw, and
    then PLOP!  Plate, steak and all fall right into my lap. 
    Major embarassment!!!!  My boyfriend is trying not to
    choke, he's laughing so hard, and I want to crawl under
    the table.  The waiter gets me a new plate of food, and
    then, my boyfriend reaches over, takes the plate, and
    cuts my steak for me!!! 8-)  As a matter of fact, during
    our relationship, he did that quite often! ;-)
    
    HRH                      
    
14.42I must protest...TYGON::WILDEwhy am I not yet a dragon?Thu Aug 15 1991 23:0014
re: lobster in New Mexico

well, you see, I was living in Las Cruces...and no, 23 years ago, there wasn't
alot of the stuff in the state, period.  Perhaps in Albuquerque, but not in
my home town.  Nor would I have ordered it, had there been.  They are ugly
beasts...if my parents had ever liked it, I might have seen one, but I
hadn't.

re:  embarassment

the one nice thing about getting over twice the age I was then is that now I 
would just get a good laugh out of it...then, I wanted to die.  We take stuff
so seriously when we are young...or, to quote Bob Dylan, "I was much older
then, I'm much younger than that now".
14.43what a coincidence! :-)TLE::TLE::D_CARROLLA woman full of fireThu Aug 15 1991 23:4321
well, you see, I was living in Las Cruces...and no, 23 years ago, there wasn't
    
    Hey, you and I were living in Las Cruces at the same time!  But then,
    I'm quite sure we didn't meet - I was less than a year old at the time.
    
    The real question remains - *why* were you living in Las Cruces??? :-)
    [Actually Cruces would be nice if it weren't for the fact that my
    grandparents live there.]
    
    Anyway, regarding lobster, yeah, I had the advantage of having parents
    who had lived back East for a time and were accustomed to good seafood. 
    It was also in the late seventies/early eighties...
    
    D!
    
    [*sigh*  Odd that this should come up now...I've been fantasizing for
    the last week or so about being back in Cruces, after a rainstorm,
    where the smell of sand and sagebrush fills the air...back in those
    days Grandma lived on the edge of miles of untainted desert...not the
    lush desert of Arixona but the dry, high desert of southern NM,
    sparsely populated with sagebrush, juniper and pear cactus... *sigh*]
14.44memoriesOXNARD::HAYNESCharles HaynesFri Aug 16 1991 01:2020
Hi D!

My Great-gramma lived in La Luz. We used to visit her, and I'd
admire the collection of scorpions pinned to the posts of the
patio with hatpins. She used to do that - go out with a hatpin,
spear the little beggars, and pin them to the posts.

I can remember a year when we went to visit her and she was just
fuming. You see she'd been up on the roof clearing ivy off the
chimney or something, and her 70 year old neighbor had been out
haranguing her. "You be careful Miz Haynes. You might fall off of
there and hurt yourself." She was quite put out with this busybody.

She was over 80 at the time.

What a woman.

I love the desert.

	-- Charles
14.45I'm homesick!!!TYGON::WILDEwhy am I not yet a dragon?Fri Aug 16 1991 19:4214
re: .43

oh yeah!!! You've been there...that smell is the most wonderful smell in
the world..next to the smell in the air at Cloudcroft after a rain in the
fall.  AAAAACK!  I get so homesick for the old stomping grounds sometimes
I could just cry.  I do love that part of the world...unfortunately, I
cannot make a living there doing what I love to do.  Oh well, perhaps when
I retire, I can wander back to the New Mexico badlands and finally feel
at home....and get some decent enchiladas and sopapillas and....

re:  .44

Charles, I think I would have liked her alot....she sounds a bit like an
older version of my mother.
14.46NM chatterTLE::TLE::D_CARROLLA woman full of fireFri Aug 16 1991 21:5018
I do love that part of the world...unfortunately, I
cannot make a living there doing what I love to do.
    
    Weeeellllll...depends how bad you want to (and what you do.)  If your a
    technical type, there's Los Alamos, and Sandia, and White Sands (if you
    have no aversion to working for the DOD)...but true, the pickins is
    slim.
    
    Me, I wouldn't live there for anything.  Nice to place to visit, not a
    nice place to have grown up...
    
    Ya want decent enchiladas you should come over to our place!  My Mom
    makes the best Mexican food I've ever had!  :-)  [She doesn't do
    sopapillas, though...deep frying is outside of "ordinary" cooking.]
    
    This is DEFINITELY a rathole, though...
    
    D!
14.47WMOIS::REINKE_Ball I need is the air....Mon Oct 28 1991 14:5313
    Well I did a good one today...
    
    I was trying to set v3 reply only. However, I somehow got it in my
    brain that I had to set the file nowrite first. So I did and then
    set it reply only, and then went out to deal with some personal
    business.
    
    ....and got back two hours later to discover a whole bunch of people
    were upset because they couldn't reply to =wn= v3 at all..
    
    sigh
    
    Bonnie