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14.1 | True Story! Cross my heart! | USCTR2::DONOVAN | cutsie phrase or words of wisdom | Sun Apr 22 1990 04:23 | 17 |
| 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
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14.2 | | BOLT::MINOW | Gregor Samsa, please wake up | Sun Apr 22 1990 19:27 | 14 |
| 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.
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14.3 | | USCTR2::DONOVAN | cutsie phrase or words of wisdom | Thu Apr 26 1990 02:53 | 10 |
| 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
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14.4 | Wrap-Around Skirts are DEADLY!!! | CSSE::ROWEN | | Wed May 23 1990 17:10 | 20 |
| 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
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14.5 | Wrap-Around Skirts | CSC32::DUBOIS | The early bird gets worms | Thu May 24 1990 16:49 | 9 |
| < <<< 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
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14.6 | Great Story | USCTR2::DONOVAN | cutsie phrase or words of wisdom | Fri May 25 1990 00:23 | 6 |
| re:.4
Sharon,
At least the man didn't think he's died and gone to hell. Right!
Kate
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14.7 | I ALMOST DIED.......... | ASIC::WELCH | | Sat Nov 17 1990 18:20 | 23 |
| 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!!!!
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14.8 | (:8 | GWYNED::YUKONSEC | Mentor | Mon Dec 17 1990 12:54 | 4 |
| I'm trying to remember the last time my face *wasn't* red. I'm not
succeeding!
E Grace
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14.9 | Heart Flush | IE0010::MALING | Working in a window wonderland | Mon Dec 17 1990 14:29 | 3 |
| Bad sunburn, eh? :-)
Mary
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14.10 | | LEZAH::BOBBITT | waves become wings | Wed Apr 03 1991 09:52 | 20 |
| 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
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14.11 | | STARCH::WHALEN | Vague clouds of electrons tunneling through computer circuits and bouncing off of satelites. | Wed Apr 03 1991 10:16 | 10 |
| 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
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14.12 | | COMET::COSTA | | Wed Apr 03 1991 11:24 | 4 |
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But most airports in Colorado are already at 6000 ft above sea level.
T
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14.13 | Would that be a strike or a spare? | BSS::VANFLEET | Uncommon Woman | Wed Apr 03 1991 12:51 | 23 |
| ...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
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14.14 | next time, a cap instead of a cork | TRACKS::PARENT | The Unfinished woman... | Wed Apr 03 1991 14:45 | 11 |
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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
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14.15 | sorry folks! | WMOIS::REINKE_B | bread and roses | Fri Jul 12 1991 16:51 | 9 |
| 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
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14.16 | | NOATAK::BLAZEK | to the willow fringe | Fri Jul 12 1991 17:01 | 7 |
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Fortunately you sent the real message quickly after the
distribution list ... so our confusion didn't last long,
Bonnie. =8-)
Carla
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14.17 | | TINCUP::XAIPE::KOLBE | The Debutante Deranged | Fri Jul 12 1991 21:01 | 2 |
| Heck, I was getting real depressed thinking it was the attendance list and I
wasn't going to be there. :*) liesl
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14.18 | comign out of my cave for a minute | WMOIS::REINKE_B | bread and roses | Fri Jul 12 1991 22:36 | 7 |
| liesl,
you weren't the only one...
bj
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14.19 | Wow! | HOO78C::VISSERS | Dutch Comfort | Sat Jul 13 1991 14:34 | 5 |
| I *thought* it looked like a very huge party already... :-)
(and was happy to see my name there too... Ah well!)
Ad :-)
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14.20 | why margaritas shouldn't have straws | RUTLND::JOHNSTON | angry? me? my eyes are shaking... | Wed Aug 07 1991 14:29 | 42 |
| [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
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14.21 | | WMOIS::REINKE_B | bread and roses | Wed Aug 07 1991 14:33 | 7 |
| Ann
You tell it orally with such a flare, it looses something in print!
:-)
Bonnie
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14.22 | | NOATAK::BLAZEK | of this breathless world | Wed Aug 07 1991 14:36 | 7 |
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Tears are *streaming*!
Oh Annie, that's a priceless story!
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14.23 | Nosing out the competition for the job, eh? | XCUSME::QUAYLE | i.e. Ann | Wed Aug 07 1991 14:41 | 7 |
| hoo!
If it lost something in print, never tell me in person...
Helplessly,
aq
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14.24 | who is happy for the laugh! | CARTUN::NOONAN | Ding Dong...Avon calling | Wed Aug 07 1991 14:43 | 5 |
| Just one of the many reasons I stopped drinking, Annie! (*8
That was all too common an occurance.
E Grace
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14.25 | and I didn't even _see_ you ... | RUTLND::JOHNSTON | angry? me? my eyes are shaking... | Wed Aug 07 1991 15:03 | 9 |
| 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
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14.26 | cute, Annie, very cute! | CARTUN::NOONAN | Ding Dong...Avon calling | Wed Aug 07 1991 15:30 | 1 |
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14.27 | Thanks | REGENT::BROOMHEAD | Don't panic -- yet. | Wed Aug 07 1991 15:43 | 3 |
| That is a "funny always" story, Annie.
Ann B.
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14.28 | | WMOIS::REINKE_B | bread and roses | Wed Aug 07 1991 15:50 | 6 |
| Ann
When Ann tells it in person you get all the facial expessions
and hand gestures that make you laugh that much harder.
Bonnie
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14.29 | | RENOIR::STHILAIRE | Food, Shelter & Diamonds | Wed Aug 07 1991 16:00 | 6 |
| Does she actually stick a straw up her nose to demonstrate? :-) :-)
(just kidding) I thought it was very funny.
Lorna
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14.30 | Who are all these Anns anyway? ;) | XCUSME::QUAYLE | i.e. Ann | Wed Aug 07 1991 16:26 | 5 |
| If .28 is to me, Bonnie, you must be mistaken. I *can't* laugh harder.
Still chuckling,
aq
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14.31 | | WMOIS::REINKE_B | bread and roses | Wed Aug 07 1991 16:33 | 8 |
| aq
Yes, that was to you...
:-)
BJ
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14.32 | | AITE::WASKOM | | Wed Aug 07 1991 18:15 | 10 |
| 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
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14.33 | In the big city | TYGON::WILDE | why am I not yet a dragon? | Mon Aug 12 1991 21:15 | 38 |
| 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.
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14.34 | Well, gee... | TLE::TLE::D_CARROLL | A woman full of fire | Tue Aug 13 1991 00:35 | 7 |
| 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!
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14.35 | | YUPPY::DAVIESA | Spirit in the Night | Tue Aug 13 1991 09:04 | 12 |
|
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
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14.36 | | WAHOO::LEVESQUE | A question of balance... | Tue Aug 13 1991 09:51 | 12 |
| 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
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14.37 | Leapin' lobstahs!! | BENONI::JIMC | illegitimi non insectus | Tue Aug 13 1991 10:11 | 4 |
| Thank you for a really good laugh. I needed that today.
8-)
jimc
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14.38 | D!'s drinking problem and Chris's faux pas | TLE::TLE::D_CARROLL | A woman full of fire | Tue Aug 13 1991 10:47 | 28 |
| 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!
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14.39 | | CALS::HEALEY | DTN 297-2426 (was Karen Luby) | Tue Aug 13 1991 14:39 | 10 |
|
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
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14.40 | | BLUMON::GUGEL | Adrenaline: my drug of choice | Tue Aug 13 1991 15:33 | 13 |
|
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.
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14.41 | Red? More like Fuscia! .... | BOOVX1::MANDILE | But ma, it followed me home,honest! | Thu Aug 15 1991 08:25 | 18 |
| 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
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14.42 | I must protest... | TYGON::WILDE | why am I not yet a dragon? | Thu Aug 15 1991 23:00 | 14 |
| 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".
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14.43 | what a coincidence! :-) | TLE::TLE::D_CARROLL | A woman full of fire | Thu Aug 15 1991 23:43 | 21 |
| 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*]
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14.44 | memories | OXNARD::HAYNES | Charles Haynes | Fri Aug 16 1991 01:20 | 20 |
| 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
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14.45 | I'm homesick!!! | TYGON::WILDE | why am I not yet a dragon? | Fri Aug 16 1991 19:42 | 14 |
| 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.
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14.46 | NM chatter | TLE::TLE::D_CARROLL | A woman full of fire | Fri Aug 16 1991 21:50 | 18 |
| 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!
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14.47 | | WMOIS::REINKE_B | all I need is the air.... | Mon Oct 28 1991 14:53 | 13 |
| 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
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