Happy Hour!
Second Nature is kinda hosting!
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Dancing queens in their usual spot
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Please recommend
(and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier) |
May the 4’s be with you
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Dancing queens in their usual spot
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Please recommend
(and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier) |
even without alcohol.
Dancing like an asshole would be a major improvement for me.
I used to be a great dancer, but now with the illness, I’m not even a very good stander, heh.
But you are a first rate essayist and fly wrangler.
Thank you for the first and lol for the second.
I see you’ve been getting out and about at pandagon (last time you’ll bring up tylenol, eh).
What a douchebag that guy was. I love that blog but I always get frustrated that whatever I say gets caught in the modbot so frequently.
Between being anemic, still recovering from bronchitis/asthma, and general fatigue which I’ll blame on perimenopause along with everything from global warming to the trade deficit with China, I can barely get off the couch lately. I feel like a slug.
You’re just tempting Andi to post about slug sex, I so totally have your number, you pervert. ;p
I need to stop using that word so much. Andi must have the slug sex manual bookmarked.
Ewwww.
I can’t help but hear “ABBA” when I read these posts. 🙂
Dancing Queen! ACCCKKK
Quick, think of another song…like “It’s the end of the world and we know it…” Come to think of it, that might be too depressing.
I mean of course ‘as we know it’
or hot fun in the summertime.
Hot fun in the summertime it is.
that looks ‘wet and wild’ 🙂
I think I’ll join her if she promises not to laugh at my bathing suit.
You know Giddy — she’s always laughing but it’s with you, not at you (unlike me).
All this time I thought you were laughing with me. I’m crushed.
I’m a creep, I laugh at everybody, even myself. Of course, no one is as much fun to laugh at as Jim, which is why our marriage has lasted so long.
(disclaimer: just kidding about all this because you are too funny for words and I’m always laughing with you. Oh, further disclaimer — no disclaimer on the part about Jim)
I do the same thing 🙂 My brother thinks I’m eeevil for it but I can’t help it.
okey dokey- I’m outtie for a bit. G’Night
or if we’re on your time zone, good afternoon.
When I think of you, I touch myself…
okay… that won’t do it.
Ooga chucka chucka chucka… I..iiiii Iii I’m hooked on a feeling…
Try this one:
Ricky Lee Jones and the Squirrel Nut Zippers: Have You Had Enough? Political, and you can dance to it. I give it a 95.
DJ, sweetie, shoot me an email sometime soon at jenwouldthink@gmail.com, would you? I want to send you my new contact info and get yours. I have something to send to you (which I probably won’t get around to sending for another week or so but I don’t know when we’ll catch each other again).
Okay! Will do doll!! I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to have contact with you!
I had to clean out my email today… because of all the action alerts then dicussions about action alerts and the discussion of the discussions of the action alerts… and the emails of who was going to the action alerts… ACK
I just realized I got an email friend LAST WEEK that I hadn’t seen.
I just noticed the “something to send you” part.
I have to turn off my imagination before I explode with curiousity!!! 🙂
Well, when I hear “Dancing Queen,” I think of “Drama Queen,” a parody I came up with on the spot one day when the Queen of the Universe was being particularly petulant and whiny about something unimportant (unimportant to a grownup, anyway).
I can’t remember the words other than “You are the Drama Queen,” so just imagine that they were hilarious.
(((OMIR)))) you sent that to a e-list once when someone called me a DramaQueen LOL and it was hilarious!!
Oh yeah, I remember that now. heh heh heh
Oh crap, why didn’t anyone tell me it was 6:30? I have to go cook some dinner for my little, broken family. 🙂 See you guys lata’.
Bye, little blue Indy.
Well shit, it’s only 3:35 here. So you have time! 🙂
Back in college I took a square dance class followed by a Latin American dance class. Tired me out but once I got out of high school I vowed that even though this college had a physical ed requirement, I was never going to take any course again that required me to suit up.
Closest I ever got was bowling, where I had to wear funny shoes.
Anyway it got me my phys ed credit, and as a big plus, girls had to dance with me. But that was many years and many pounds ago.
all in the hips.
It’s just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it’s the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane
If you saw the movie Selena, you’ll know that the pelvis gymnastics are called the maching wachine. 🙂
Trust someone with a name like Damnit Janet to know the words to this.
Maybe that’s my problem – haven’t seen my hips in years.
they ran off into the sunset with my butt and abs?
I hope they’re very happy together. 🙂
How’s Bud doing? I saw his very, um, relaxed picture on your b.
he’s good, although I had to save him from a swarm of skeeters yesterday that were buzzing around his head. He thought we were going to start wrestling when really I was swatting the bloodsucking vampires away. One howl was all it took for them to disperse. Who knew?
I’ll have to try that because we are blessed with some wicked bad mosquitoes down here that bite all damn day long. Was it a long, plaintive howl – or a get the hell away from me howl?
“pay attention to me or else!” howl that was aimed in my direction but probably gave the swarm a collective coronary in the process. I was just glad to be rid of those West Nile-carrying winged beasts.
maybe you could record him and make a fortune.
I’ve thought about it, although I’m having a hard time figuring out how to keep wads of drool from shooting out of the can when it’s opened.
That’s why the FSM invented that big triangle WARNING symbol — danger Will Robinson, hound drool zone!
no one will find out that I dance like an asshole until it’s too late. 😉
wouldn’t that be exactly what you’d want?
Hi everyone. What’s shakin’?
to a California resident — we’re likely to take you literally and start talking about the last tiny quake: “I swore that was going to be The Big One!!”
Not much going on around here — just chillin’ out. A lot to do out and about (two exhibits at the Oakland Museum ending soon, and a very cool art exhibit in downtown San Jose), but we need to spend some time on this disaster area (aka the apartment). I’ve been a little easy on the spouse since he had that nightmare last night (dreamed he was standing outside and saw a giant mushroom cloud), so we were mostly couch/computer spuds today.
Heading out for soup/salad shortly…hope everyone has a great evening…
to bring up earthquake memories.
Have a nice meal.
I just looked outside and saw that it is fine night for posting pictures of Andrew.
I happen to have several ready. Let’s see what I can do about that.
We went walking around a sculpture garden this morning and Andrew decided to explore the elephant sculpture.
He’s so intense — you can literally see him in taking in everything around him and processing it.
He has been a total sponge all summer. We will look at the same book several times throughout the day and he will ask over and over the names of objects.
We have been working with a social worker who specializes in at-risk children and seeing as Andrew was so delayed when we got home, our doctor recommended this program. Anyway, the social worker is just amazed at how intense he is. She swears that he is soaking everything in and one day will just start talking in complete sentences.
When does Jim start back to school?
Just looking at his pictures, I’d certainly agree about him being a sponge and soaking everything up.
Jim starts school next Tuesday, poor boy.
I can feel the sincerity just dripping off of you.
I am sure that Andi will miss having Jim loafing about the house as she goes off to work. Right, Andi?
about feeling sorry for him — it’s just that I’m also happy for me.
What will you do all day without him? Oh yeah, work, let the dogs in, let the dogs out, etc.
You forgot what I believe is your personal favorite — have the house all to my self.
is now a luxury that both of us now rarely experience.
you are rarely sorry about that. 🙂
but it’s nice when it happens.
That sucks.
What a cutie pie. It must be strange and scary to see that big elephant from his perspective.
He didn’t seem intimidated. He was way more curious about the baby elephant sculptures that were behind the big one. Andrew doesn’t smile on command, so he looks stoned in those pictures!
Crouching Andrew – Hidden Jumbo 🙂
What a cutiepie!!!
We have many variations on that movie title. How about Crouching Mommy, Water-Spitting Andrew?
Speaking of HIDING.. my son still thinks it’s funny to hide from Mom in the clothes racks at stores. ACK
Ah, yet another rite of parenthood yet to happen.