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16879. thoughtful - 10/4/2005 11:14:29 PM Speaking of aging, my mother is quite something. She told me that she was carded in the store and was just delighted. They didn't believe she was 65 and eligible for the senior discount. Young gal at the counter said my mother looked much younger than her grandmother who was 65. When mom told her she's 80, the girl couldn't believe it and even mentioned it to some of the other gals there.
She walked out of the store on air.
Her uncle is in his 90s and could easily pass for 70. Amazing. 16880. thoughtful - 10/4/2005 11:21:15 PM AC...you tu/toi mags? Is there something we should know about??? 16881. Magoseph - 10/4/2005 11:49:56 PM And is the sickly Flexy .. active .. too?
The sickly Flexy is no more-the surgeon told him to come back in a year, his carotid being just fine and in the meantime, to do whatever he’s been doing—which, of course gave him complete license to be more … active…than ever...
16882. Magoseph - 10/4/2005 11:54:00 PM Is there something we should know about???
Obviously not, thoughtfull--read the above post. My heart belongs to Daddy here. Besides, I'm much too young for Ali. 16883. Magoseph - 10/4/2005 11:58:14 PM Judith Miller is going to be on Lou Dobbs soon. 16884. arkymalarky - 10/5/2005 12:16:56 AM Message # 16859
Arky, you must be busy lately--how's school going?
Hi Mags. I have been somewhat busy because my schedule is very hectic this year and I'm starting graduate school in the spring, but I've been here less because of my slow isp and having only one phone line. School itself is going very well.
Unfortunately I'm about to get extremely busy starting next week, since there is likely to be a special legislative session in January and it is likely to come down very hard on rural and poor schools. 16885. arkymalarky - 10/5/2005 12:19:51 AM I can't see the Thoughtful picture! :-( 16886. arkymalarky - 10/5/2005 2:02:43 AM Hoo! I can see it now. 16887. Magoseph - 10/5/2005 6:49:43 AM I thing I'am aging rapidly.
What do you thing about that?
I wrote the above, earlier today—it’s hard to believe I did this, now that I look at these sentences. Why would I use G instead of K and use an apostrophe when not needed? The two letters are not close to each other, for heaven’s sakes. Thoughtful, I’m going to need some serious help. Ask your mom if she has some anti-aging tips for me, please?
I can’t sleep—maybe Ulgine will come along and keep company with me. Mac is probably at work and I suppose too busy to chat.
We're going to miss you, Arky. One consolation for us: we'll know that you're feeling better than you did last year.
Hello, Mac!
16888. Magoseph - 10/5/2005 6:55:14 AM Guess from which song comes that line, Mac?
Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then 16889. PelleNilsson - 10/5/2005 7:33:58 AM Mac is perhaps not even up yet. It's 6.30 am in Ireland. 16890. Macnas - 10/5/2005 9:52:11 AM And it's 8.53 right about now. 16891. Macnas - 10/5/2005 9:54:00 AM Mago, I have yet to have coffee, food or cigarettes. Therefore I am not firing on all four, and have no hope of guessing that tune...
Well that's my excuse. 16892. PelleNilsson - 10/5/2005 11:58:05 AM I wondered whether to write 'in Ireland' or 'on Ireland'. The rule in Swedish is to use 'on' when we refer to the island and 'in' when we mean the country. But I guess it is 11.58 am now both in Ireland and on Ireland so perhaps it doesn't matter. 16893. ScottLoar - 10/5/2005 12:35:08 PM My Finger and Honour
To appreciate my finger you’ve got to understand my mettle, or lack of it.
Our apartment in Chicago was built in 1917 with those big, heavy double-hung windows that sometimes stick, faced on the outside with screened storm windows circa early ‘70’s that slide up and down. One day in July came one of those sudden, violent storms typical of the Midwest, the kind that come out of nowhere with squalling wind and in an instant the lumen value goes to zero, trees begin thrashing, and rain mixed with hail flails through open windows like the fire brigade abruptly chose to hose down the building. So I rush to the open window (I am the man of the house), get the screen up by using both index fingers to push the metal tabs inward along the end of the metal frame and so retreat the tab ends holding the screen into its track, quickly push the screened frame up and release the tabs (a truly efficient move when done like that), then with the screen out of the way use my fingers to push in both tabs of the lower storm window while moving it down to close. And halfway down the window sticks in its tracks. What? I’ve got both tabs pressed in but there’s some resistance which my manliness will overcome by pressure… now force… now I’m pissed and with index fingers busy I use my middle finger to push that window high up in the track and bring it crashing down.
Onto the tip of my extended middle finger. I howl. I prance. Pain throbs through the tip of my finger – I know I’m gonna’ lose the nail – and I hold my finger between my legs as I twist and turn in genuine, roaring pain. My stunned wife asks, “What’s wrong with you?!”; my daughter without patience or compassion says, “Oh Daddy, stop it.” They cannot understand the pain I’m going through! How could they and still be so mean? I muster my best composure under the circumstances, extend the trembling finger to my wife and wordlessly invite her to see the wound if she can bear to do so. “That’s nothing, you won’t even lose the nail. There’s not even a mark.”
Thoroughly disgusted by a woman and one child who cannot possibly empathize with the human condition I stalk off to my room to hunker in silence. Days later there’s no sign of any damage, not even a hint of a bruise, the nail pink, the skin untouched. I’m still pissed. That was about a year or so ago.
Then came our trip to Thailand.
We got to Thailand in a roundabout way after our luggage went missing for four days and I got an ear infection needing two trips to the doctor’s but that’s another story. Enough to say things weren’t going well for us getting there but I was now in Thailand, my wife was with me, the distributor is my friend and his wife is lovely. The ladies really get along with each other and I’m just about giddy with my good fortune in life. We’ve been out for an excellent dinner, finished drinks at one place and we’re off to other high adventures that evening. His van pulls up and we all pile in, my friend driving, my wife now in the backseat , his wife getting in the front, now I’m getting in the back but it’s kind of tight and just as I begin to sit his wife slams her door. Onto the tip of my extended middle finger. I can only pull my hand away and jam the finger into my mouth, one to stop the blood and two to keep from howling. I’m hoping no one sees but my wife asks, “What’s wrong?” and I just shake my head; my friend says, “Scott, are you alright? Looks like you may have caught your finger”. “No, no, it’s nothing, just a tingle” I lie, and I will lie because I don’t want my finger to foul the evening or make his wife feel bad. And the blood keeps rising against the nail, leaking from underneath. At the cocktail bar I wrap a tissue around the finger and hold my hand under the table, there's just too much blood. The next morning my wife steals a look at the nail and almost gets sick. Three months later and the quick is still a black mass, the fingertip sensitive to any pressure.
But, damn, I have the satisfaction of knowing his wife never, ever knew.
16894. Macnas - 10/5/2005 12:54:50 PM Pelle
"In Ireland" is correct. We use the term "on" when we refer to our outlying islands, such as "on Achill" or "on Bere".
Scott
Christ on a bike, but you've put me in mind of my own thumb squishing incident. The details are rather similar to yours, but I was outside the car and I roared like an animal and left a dent in the roof of the car. 16895. thoughtful - 10/5/2005 3:24:10 PM oh i hate finger crushing stories...always make my fingers hurt. Famous one in our family was when a husband was saying goodbye to his wife and she slammed the door on his finger....he starts yelling and pointing at the door. Dear wife thought he was telling her the door wasn't closed tightly, so she opens it and slams it shut again on that same finger!
Ow doesn't quite cover it.
16896. Magoseph - 10/5/2005 4:22:41 PM But, damn, I have the satisfaction of knowing his wife never, ever knew.
Mr. Loar, next time your finger is caught, the without patience or compassion women in your life certainly will jump to its rescue.
Mac, the NYT puzzle today had this definition and it is from a Bob Seger’s song—I had never heard of him before.
16897. Ms. No - 10/5/2005 4:57:55 PM Mags,
That line sounds like Against the Wind. Is it Bob Seger? I should know, but it's early yet for me as well.....which should scare the crap out of you since I've already spent 40 minutes on the freeways getting to work. 16898. thoughtful - 10/5/2005 5:00:27 PM Mags, you aren't going to like all of mom's anti-aging tips.
First, choose your parents wisely...nothing like good dna.
Second, don't smoke, don't drink.
Third, keep mentally as well as physically active.
Fourth, hang out with people younger than yourself to keep plugged in to what's happening...they'll help you stay young.
Fifth is not advice, but an element of her youthful appearance...she tangled badly with a pressure cooker which steam burned her face. While painful, the healing process left her skin much firmer than it was before. A not recommended form a dermabrasion to be sure.
Sixth, stay happy.
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