Random Thoughts
12.13.2005
I didn't feel like putting any thought into how I flow tonight (not that I ever do, I'm as clumsy with words as a baby deer on ice) so please enjoy a few Random Thoughts:
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Today I received a phone call from an old friend's mom. She had called me up to thank me for the nice card I'd sent her, but her real motive was to chide me about what I'd written in the card.
"Here's wishing you a very happy, fruitfilled Holiday Season"
-Amelia
She couldn't help laughing, being the retired AP English teacher that she is. I took it in stride, giving an embarrassed giggle and a "whoops! Sorry about that" to her. We exchanged a few more words before hanging up and going about our days....
Just wait until tomorrow when the ginormous fruit basket I sent her finally gets there.
Oh how I love a corny, poorly-timed joke!
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The rump-shaking hypnotic beat of Madonna's "Hung Up" has been dancing around(in a polyester suit) in my brain all day. Not since ZZ Top's "Legs" has a song played at 5am caused me to dance around like a fool, hot rollers in hair, toothbrush in hand. Oh Madonna! Didn't you know I try to avoid all hip gyration before 7am? I hadn't even had my first dose of caffeine yet.
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I have in my possession more recipes (and more home decorating/improvement magazines) than any (single) lady my age should have (especially one who still hasn't flown the coop) (PARENTHESIS!). I discovered this today, when my mother informed me I would be responsible for throwing a mini-party for some people she works with (and thier families) (Bleh) THIS WEEKEND. SUNDAY. (2(bleh))
So, I think I have what I'll make for the 'big people' that day, but I'm a little perplexed about the little ones. We all know I dig kids, especially the kind I can play with and give back, but I'm not very versed in little boys. That's what I'm getting on Sunday-all boys. Keeping them entertained for two hours is going to be a little tricky. I've got legos and a train set (Shut up! Only the Legos are mine) to keep the little guys for a while, but I must ask, What does one do with 10-14 year old boys? A couple of them always tell me that they're 'into whatever I'm into' but that doesn't really help because I'm 'into' not being with 10-14 year old boys on a Sunday. I've tried to think up something awesome for them to do, but the best I could come up with was a decorate your own cookie bar, but even I realized how lame that would sound to that age boy. Video games are also out after the Live! Nude! Women I discovered after they'd gone last time. That leaves me with Scrabble, or some Jackass-style jumps out of my second story windows, though the preliminary tests didn't go well. I'd assume a 100-or-so pound kid wouldn't smush as easily as a cantaloupe though, right? Any suggestions?
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Opening up the Spam Box:
Lance Hines writes: "We promiss to get you laid tonight"
My response:
Dearest Lance,
Even though I would have totally said no anyway (I'm apalled at the thought!), I see it's now 11:30 pm. As there is only half an hour before the aforementioned tonight is over, I think you failed miserably. Promiss' Promiss'
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And now, some math:
1) 10 page letter(written at light speed)=Hand Spasm
2) Hot Chocolate Bubble Bath + Large steaming quantity of water^2 = Temptation to lick one's own arm
3) Real Hot Chocolate + Drinking while staring at the snow through a window(Christmas tree reflection)= Nice.
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Today I received a phone call from an old friend's mom. She had called me up to thank me for the nice card I'd sent her, but her real motive was to chide me about what I'd written in the card.
"Here's wishing you a very happy, fruitfilled Holiday Season"
-Amelia
She couldn't help laughing, being the retired AP English teacher that she is. I took it in stride, giving an embarrassed giggle and a "whoops! Sorry about that" to her. We exchanged a few more words before hanging up and going about our days....
Just wait until tomorrow when the ginormous fruit basket I sent her finally gets there.
Oh how I love a corny, poorly-timed joke!
********************************
The rump-shaking hypnotic beat of Madonna's "Hung Up" has been dancing around(in a polyester suit) in my brain all day. Not since ZZ Top's "Legs" has a song played at 5am caused me to dance around like a fool, hot rollers in hair, toothbrush in hand. Oh Madonna! Didn't you know I try to avoid all hip gyration before 7am? I hadn't even had my first dose of caffeine yet.
********************************
I have in my possession more recipes (and more home decorating/improvement magazines) than any (single) lady my age should have (especially one who still hasn't flown the coop) (PARENTHESIS!). I discovered this today, when my mother informed me I would be responsible for throwing a mini-party for some people she works with (and thier families) (Bleh) THIS WEEKEND. SUNDAY. (2(bleh))
So, I think I have what I'll make for the 'big people' that day, but I'm a little perplexed about the little ones. We all know I dig kids, especially the kind I can play with and give back, but I'm not very versed in little boys. That's what I'm getting on Sunday-all boys. Keeping them entertained for two hours is going to be a little tricky. I've got legos and a train set (Shut up! Only the Legos are mine) to keep the little guys for a while, but I must ask, What does one do with 10-14 year old boys? A couple of them always tell me that they're 'into whatever I'm into' but that doesn't really help because I'm 'into' not being with 10-14 year old boys on a Sunday. I've tried to think up something awesome for them to do, but the best I could come up with was a decorate your own cookie bar, but even I realized how lame that would sound to that age boy. Video games are also out after the Live! Nude! Women I discovered after they'd gone last time. That leaves me with Scrabble, or some Jackass-style jumps out of my second story windows, though the preliminary tests didn't go well. I'd assume a 100-or-so pound kid wouldn't smush as easily as a cantaloupe though, right? Any suggestions?
********************************
Opening up the Spam Box:
Lance Hines writes: "We promiss to get you laid tonight"
My response:
Dearest Lance,
Even though I would have totally said no anyway (I'm apalled at the thought!), I see it's now 11:30 pm. As there is only half an hour before the aforementioned tonight is over, I think you failed miserably. Promiss' Promiss'
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And now, some math:
1) 10 page letter(written at light speed)=Hand Spasm
2) Hot Chocolate Bubble Bath + Large steaming quantity of water^2 = Temptation to lick one's own arm
3) Real Hot Chocolate + Drinking while staring at the snow through a window(Christmas tree reflection)= Nice.
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