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20061. PsychProf - 8/25/2006 3:45:11 PM Congrats to all Ohios on that news. 20062. judithathome - 8/25/2006 6:57:05 PM Add my congratulations and best wishes to the fray! (no pun...) 20063. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 8/25/2006 8:42:15 PM Kuddos, Kiddo–it ain't easy in dis cultchaa!
20064. OhioSTOPAS - 8/26/2006 12:40:13 AM Thanks, everybody!
My daughter is intending to major in Spanish and Latin American Studies, but I wouldn't be surprised if she looks around and changes.
Alistair, New York City is 560 long miles from Columbus. (We know this from many trips when my OTHER daughter was attending college - a different college - in NYC.) 20065. RickNelson - 8/28/2006 4:17:33 PM Congrats Ohio, great news for your daughter. I can relate intimately to the empty nest (at least in 2003-04) I could. Ours went to Luther for a year, then transferred up home and will be a senior this year. She's still considering her move to get into a Pharmacy program was a good choice. I'm hoping this year puts it all together for her. She's having growing pains right now, as she has finally moved out of the nest again.
We're getting along with our two year old nicely, and that's the reference to 03-04 in a nutshell. Funny how lifey, life can get and happily so. 20066. judithathome - 8/30/2006 7:23:33 PM Missing the hell outta Magos! 20067. wonkers2 - 8/30/2006 7:30:50 PM Yeah, where is she? 20068. jexster - 8/30/2006 8:34:34 PM This is fun. After reading about your birthday, you can click on the link at the bottom of the page to learn what you name says about you.
20069. uzmakk - 8/31/2006 2:30:25 PM Nancy,(Program Director)
I have not been to a monthly quarry meeting for two months.-- I was in Atlanta and Philly. I believe Mark Ciavarella has decided to hear new evidence, but this I learned from someone who I met at the post office. I'll say no more about this now, but I will tell you a bit of hearsay.
Mark Ciavarella was seen dining with Conrad Falvello, and a Burke (LaRock family) i.e., the opposition plus the judge who is hearing the case. I tried to get verification for this but am under the impression that I will not be able to. However, I will try again. I'll get back into the flow in September. I'd settle for the name of the restaurant, if there be one. To throw the name of a restaurant into the mix with the slightest suggestion that a secret of some kind is known will mean nothing to 99.9% of the population, but it will mean a great deal to the Shiv and Falvello.
This meeting is entirely believeable, not because the Shiv consistently decides against us, but because of Falvello's bizarre behavior at the last hearing before the Sugarloaf supervisors. No witnesses, no testimony, and a 'cat that ate the canary' look on his face. Observers were looking at eachother as if Falvello had stripped down to his underwear, danced on his desk, and mooned them. Don't tell Kevy, but the Shiv is going down. I don't think he knows that the world is changing. Even so, the Shiv remains a very dangerous man. Conahan is no better, of the same cloth, same interests, same corruption. But what would one expect after 70 years of stagnation.
Yours truly huffing and puffing,
James the Insufferable
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This is why you have to come to the cafe when its open. 'Cause its real and not fake. Or, perhaps a tiny step closer to reality. 20070. alistairconnor - 8/31/2006 3:48:07 PM I hope you're changing the names to protect the guilty. They might google you, you know.
I think you should write a screenplay. 20071. uzmakk - 8/31/2006 4:08:56 PM Connor,
You and I think alike, Connor. Some times, anyway. 20072. arkymalarky - 9/1/2006 2:36:03 AM I love it. 20073. Ms. No - 9/1/2006 7:57:58 AM Do NOT fuck with the Steppe Lord! 20074. alistairconnor - 9/1/2006 8:29:14 AM Where you been, Nyetskaya? 20075. Ms. No - 9/1/2006 6:03:54 PM Let's see, when last we heard I was gainfully employed working for a smut reseller in the San Fernando Valley but getting ready to take a trip to Arkansas via Dallas to hook up with the AtHomes and the Malarkies.
So the Wednesday before I left for parts rural, the attorney for our company waltzed by my office and asked if I could come to the conference room for a minute --- they'd been in meetings all week and I assumed they needed something. What they needed was a meeting with a witness (the attorney) so they could lay me off.
They laid off the Controller and two production guys that day as well and others have gone since.
So for three days I panicked then I went to Dallas and tried to put it out of my mind. Monday evening I had an epiphany and realized I wanted to go back to school and get my teaching credential.
So, here I am six weeks later back in Sacramento after ten years, living in Midtown in a building full of cute boys, hooking up with old friends and having completed my second week of classes.
I'm having a blast. I'm so excited I constantly gush over my future plans. It's a big deal for me --- I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up and while I still don't intend to do much growing up I actually have a goal and a plan for my life now that just revs me every time I think about it. 20076. Ms. No - 9/1/2006 6:05:41 PM I just looked at the box to my left and noticed that it is an ENZAFRUIT apple box from Hastings, New Zealand.
20077. Ms. No - 9/1/2006 6:32:58 PM Damn, power outage and I lost the post I was constructing. Let's try this again!
What you all really want to hear is about the trip to Arkansas!
We started off from my folks' place on a Thursday morning fortified with sausage bread and coffee. Judith and Keoni arrived in the Jag and we piled in and off we went with planned stops for liquor and handbags in Texarkansas.
Texarkansas is about halfway to the Malarky's and straddles the state line between Texas and Arkansas. They have a main drag called State Line and on one side of it you can buy and consume alcohol and on the other if you even think of imbibing the demon likker they will douse you in it and set you afire......okay, it isn't quite that extreme, but nearly so. BTW it's the Texas side that's dry.
Our first endeavor was on the wrong side of the line but we made a U-turn and crossed over to the land of libations after trying to buy mixer in a grocery store. The clerk who was helping us really, really wanted to sell us some Triple Sex and wasn't really deterred when I informed her that it was triple SEC and had nothing to do with fornication unless you mix it with a LOT of tequila.
At least now I know I won't end my days alone unless I want to. I can always go back to Texarkanas and pick up a lesbian lifestyle with the Kroger clerk if I get desperate. She was disappointed to find that we weren't going to be partying in Texarkansas but were moving our little road show on down the highway.
We did find the liquor store and Judith picked up an admirer in chaps and leather vest. He was giving her the eye and looking as if he was ready to put her on the bag of his Hog and ride away into the sunset. He was going to have to fight the cowboy for her though and Keoni and I managed to make purchases and get back to her in time to avoid bloodshed or protestations of undying devotion.
Next stop Handbag Heaven (I can't recall the name of the place but it started with a B) Aisles and aisles of cute bags, costume jewelry, scarves, hats and accessories. Keoni's favorite item was the TV den they had set up with a comfy chair and a big screen television. Excellent marketing stategy --- if they men can watch football (or golf as the case may be) while the women shop then everyone is happy and content for hours.
20078. Ms. No - 9/1/2006 7:09:55 PM Back on the road I was lamenting the fact that what I'd really wanted while I was in Texas was a good old thunderstorm. We never get weather in LA and I was counting on Texas to deliver. Little did I know Texas and Arkansas were in the middle of about a month of drought prior to my arrival. Somebody must've been listening, though because the storm hit just as we were turning off the highway to the Malarky's place. Thunder and lightening and the whole nine yards.
It was perfect timing --- had it hit sooner it would've been hell to drive in. As it was we were briefly dampened on our way into the house and then tucked up dry and cozy with munchies and a warm welcome in short order.
A bit of visiting and a lot of snoozling from Maisie who is about the cutest dog I've ever encountered and then the women were off to Hot Springs for dinner and karaoke. We tried to get Bob and Keoni to come but they were having none of it.
Arky took us to a German restaurant in Hot Springs where we met up with Mose and her fiance and Mose's best friend. The food was very good although we passed on Mose's usual favorite appetizer when Judith explained to her that the translation of the German name equates to "horse." Whether they were serving authentic equine or not Mose wasn't taking any chances. This was just as well since the dinner portions were enormous. Judith and I each ordered and split ours between us -- a traditional meatloaf which was delicious and some kind of chicken that had a white sauce and mushrooms. It was all perfectly delicious.
After dinner we wandered down to Lucky's expecting it to be nearly deserted on a Thursday night but lo and behold it was full of a teachers' convention and we only just barely managed to get a table. We nearly aquired another cowbowy -- this one young dumb and full of...well, you know. But we sent him on his way with his inflatable date in handcuffs. (seriously, he had a naked blow up doll in handcuffs apparently as his consolation prize from a batchelor party)
Arky and I brought the crowd to full tilt with a Beatles rock block and Mose tore it up with an amazing rendition of GnR's Sweet Child O' Mine. Her friend catered to the country lovers with You Never Even Call Me By My Name and then Arky closed us out with Stupify which proved that she was waaaay cooler than the other teachers in the room. A seven foot tall Japanese lady asked me "What is that she's singing? Is it alternative rock?" Arky kicked major ass! The Mote Band is well and truly on its way.
Home again and off to bed to be awakened by the smell of Keoni's famous biscuits and gravy in the morning. Ah, bliss! The women took off again to get a tour of the area and a visit to Arky's school. I feel that if those in favor of closing down rural schools could only just see what we saw they'd change their minds. The school was charming but also clearly the bedrock of the local community. Not only where Arky teaches but also in a couple of the smaller towns. The population of the school is larger than that of the town and it clearly brings the outlying communities together. The obvious pride that the students take in their school and the importance of the school to the area should erase any question of whether or not rural schools are necessary.
We stopped for lunch at a place called "Mom's" where they make a fine Rueben on marbled rye and then we were off to town to the grocery store for provisions for the gathering the next day. We made a trip by Ary's folks' house to see their back yard which is like a little oasis and then back to the homestead to settle in for the duration.
Guests started arriving early -- Ronnie?, crap I can't believe I can't remember his name --- anyway, he brought a brisket that was so tender you didn't need a knife to cut it. A neighbor brought peas from his garden and we had cornbread and mashed potatoes. We managed to save some for later arrivals -- but just barely.
Friends and neighbors, dogs and guitars and Todd whose ship has sailed but hasn't sunk yet. Good conversation, a little singing along and a round or two of One Duck. A good time was had by all late into the night.
Breakfast was a Keoni and Ronnie double feature with biscuits and gravy and Ronnie's breakfast casserole (I'm sure that's not his name, more and more so every time I type it) and then it was time to pack up the Jag and head back to Texas.
Now, I know that perhaps it seems like bad luck that we had any car trouble at all, but I think we had amazingly good luck. When we started to have trouble with our tire, we pretty quickly found a garage right off the highway on a SUNDAY of all things and they rotated us in short order for a good price. A little further down the line when we started to have trouble again, the universe smiled again and we found yet another place open and able to put on the spare without too much waiting or effort.
We made it back to my folks' in good time and said our goodbyes and then I was off to the airport and back to LA to begin the process of moving to Sacramento.
A wonderful trip and one I hope to make again next year! 20079. arkymalarky - 9/1/2006 10:43:47 PM WOW!! What a wonderful post! I got to revisit a great time all over again!
And congrats on school! Sounds like things are rolling right along. I had no idea you'd be two weeks into it already!
And yep, it's Ronnie. I'm looking forward to a repeat of a fantastic gathering next year! 20080. Ms. No - 9/1/2006 11:35:56 PM There were four lower division classes needed for my English specialization so I figured I'd take them at the community college for cheap rather than at the University. Also, I couldn't have gotten into the Uni in time for this semester --- it's actually time to apply for next semester there already.
Only two of the classes I need are offered each semester though so I'm easing back in with a light load which is just as well. I'm taking American Lit - Discovery to the Civil War and a World Lit - Ancient to Early Modern.
I thought the AmLit was going to be a struggle since the bulk of it is spent reading Puritain works, but the way in which the professor is approaching it all is very engaging so I'm having a great time even when we do have to read things like "A Model of Christian Charity". We had a great time with the poems of Anne Bradstreet.
World Lit so far has been Gilgamesh, some passages from the Old Testament and now The Odyssey. I've read a lot of the material we'll be covering in this class --- including the Bahgavad Gita and some of the Hindu Vedas. Oedipus Rex, The Inferno, The Canterbury Tales and then we finish up with Hamlet. We'll also be reading some Japanese and Chinese writings and an epic poem out of Africa and a Navaho creation story.
At some point we have to instruct the class with a partner and one of my classmates and I are really angling to do The Inferno. The professor wouldn't let us sign up yet, though so we'll have to wrestle with the rest of the class over what material gets parcelled out to whom next Wednesday.
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