We just need to make sure that Boo negotiates the BooBus into his BooBook deal — instead of something stupid like “only green M&M’s in my hotel room and no Oranges in my fruit baskets.”
I refund your money, pay shipping to me, and throw in $50, a video lesson from Indy on tying a cherry stem using only her tongue, and a touching personalized fake biography from Teach313.
A federal judge struck down President Bush’s authority to designate groups as terrorists, saying his post-Sept. 11 executive order was unconstitutionally vague, according to a ruling released Tuesday.
Hi MaryB, I do — I’m breaking the server right now trying to retrieve it. It was June 11, 2005 at about 6pm. I hope I’m not burning up a CPU somewhere trying to get the quote.
Actually, I’m wrong — it was June 12, not 11th. I was thinking it was a Saturday evening, but it was a Sunday.
I had met kansas on the Plaza for an early dinner and she told me about this great site with a Welcome Wagon and friendly people.
So, when I got home, I popped into that day’s Welcome Wagon and didn’t leave for more than a couple of hours at a time for the next 8 months or so.
And as I type this, it sounds crazy. Because the first Saturday Cafe was the next weekend. Would I have really jumped into it that fast? Maybe my first comment was June 5th?
I’ve managed to get back to November 2005 — half a year to go!
Here’s another image from my Descanso Gardens expedition. Sorry I don’t know how to do the “click for larger version” thing.
Again, it appears huge in preview although I have resized it on Photo Bucket for web posting. Don’t ask me why. I assume you see the web-sized version.
Good for the coddling. The slacking hasn’t been keeping on schedule, but I’m working on it. Wait, I can’t work on slack, so I’ve been slacking on it. 🙂
prob for the next day or so…serious artic front went thru…20ºF now headed for a low in low teens and staying there or below until thur or fri…brrrrrrrrrrrrr
Boy know kidding! I’ve been hammering on both google and the archives. And I’m getting close in the archives. But I haven’t had any luck at all with google.
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Did you and FamilyMan both arrive on the same day? Was it planned?
is get the ins co to pony up the cash…they haven’t been overly eager or cooperative to date…a big cause on the delay getting started…it’s taken 5 mos since the storm to get it all fixed…grrrrrrr
Then I feel pretty luck when we had to get a new roof. In about a month and a half everything was done and no hassel at all from the ins. co. Hope it gets worked out soon for you.
Some times a person looks around and discovers that they are just were they should be. If they’re lucky, the path to that special place was straight and short. If not, they wander around a bit, but get there all the same. Some people never get there, and their stories are bitter ones, unfit for a Booday celebration. The short path people, the ones who glide effortlessly into their special places, well, their stories are sweet, but dull. Empty calories, I’m afraid. The best stories are told about those who must travel twisted, tangled, tortuous, and many other adjectives that start with T paths, before they settle in the homey mud of their special frog pond. MaryB’s story is one of those stories. Pull up a lily pad, have a pull on the hoohak, and listen.
Long ago, well, a few years ago, a law student walked onto a stage at a small Midwestern law school. Mid-stage she paused to think about the little girl she once was. She thought about her indignation that Rose, the sweet orphan, was never adopted. Yes, her Uncle treated her well, but it wasn’t the same as being adopted. And the family was furious when Rose exercised her freedom to pierce her ears. It was this sense of indignation over the abuse of Rose’s legal rights that led Mary to study law. It took her several years to get accepted into law school, as she kept telling this story when asked by admission officers why she wanted to be a lawyer. After the fifth year of rejections, she wised up and changed her story. Her new answer was, “I want to make a ton of money and stay at the Ritz whenever I travel.” That did the trick, she was in.
Mary took a few more steps and turned to look at the crowd jamming the auditorium. She saw her mother and father beaming proudly up at her from the front row. Somehow, over the din, she heard her mother whisper, “Don’t let anyone know you too well.” Mary nodded and turned to look at her proud father. “Good job, Baby Girl,” he yelled, “But how many feet is it across the stage, if the stage is 150 meters?”
“Hey, what the hell are you doing up there?”
Mary’s reverie was destroyed by an angry challenge from the custodian. “I’ve got to lock up, and besides, nobody’s supposed to be here so late at night.” Wordlessly, first-year law student, MaryB, scrambled out of the auditorium and back to her dorm. It would be two more years until she actually graduated.
LOL! I like the part about my parents. I don’t think I’ll show it to my mother though 🙂
And the situation with Rose was a win-win situation. She may be an orphan but she’s got money in trust so she can afford to pay me AND put me up at the Ritz when I have to call on her.
So … Teach, did you see my idea today in the BooBook thread for getting funding for the BooBus?
Yes, I did. I liked it.
We just need to make sure that Boo negotiates the BooBus into his BooBook deal — instead of something stupid like “only green M&M’s in my hotel room and no Oranges in my fruit baskets.”
The BooBus is a must, but I think he’ll insist on the M&M’s. (BacK story in progress.)
There’s a Boobook thread?
I saw a Boobook in our trees once. At least I think it was a Boobook. It was dark and I’ll I could see was two large bright eyes shining at me.
A different kind of BooBook Thread.
But I like that owl-like creature.
Not just “owl-like” but an actual owl – if only a small one.
A Boobook is also called a “Mopoke,” because one of the calls they make sounds like “mo-poke.”
He looks less “owl-like” since he got his hair cut.
I’m sorry, I thought you were talking about BooMan.
Yeah, well I like that blogger-like creature too.
It’s the glasses.
Time for Nip/Tuck, gotta go.
I’ll repeat my Nintendo Wii offer.
You find it, purchase it.
I refund your money, pay shipping to me, and throw in $50, a video lesson from Indy on tying a cherry stem using only her tongue, and a touching personalized fake biography from Teach313.
If we wait until December 23 — the offer will just keep getting better and better.
Woo hoo!
Thanks O! When is YOUR BooDay?
It’s way past my BooDay. 🙂
And I’m looking for it FM … my comments only go back to this past October.
I know I wouldn’t have seen my first comments again unless it was up top like it is.
yet another federal judge has slapped down the Bush Administration today. 🙂
It appears people are coming to their senses. Wonder if it will last.
Hiding the B’day huh. 🙂
Hi Olivia and thanks.
Like Mary said, when’s your Booday?
It seems like I’ve known them forever!!
Do you remember your first comment at BT?
Hi MaryB, I do — I’m breaking the server right now trying to retrieve it. It was June 11, 2005 at about 6pm. I hope I’m not burning up a CPU somewhere trying to get the quote.
wow. I’m impressed that you know the date and time.
Actually, I’m wrong — it was June 12, not 11th. I was thinking it was a Saturday evening, but it was a Sunday.
I had met kansas on the Plaza for an early dinner and she told me about this great site with a Welcome Wagon and friendly people.
So, when I got home, I popped into that day’s Welcome Wagon and didn’t leave for more than a couple of hours at a time for the next 8 months or so.
And as I type this, it sounds crazy. Because the first Saturday Cafe was the next weekend. Would I have really jumped into it that fast? Maybe my first comment was June 5th?
I’ve managed to get back to November 2005 — half a year to go!
There should be an easier way to search by date.
I think you probably DID jump right into the cafe. 🙂
Yep. I did:
(My very first)
(And the first people saw)
No wonder it seems like I’ve known Second Nature forever. I have.
You need to bookmark those pages so you don’t have to find them again!
It’s funny to go back and read your first postings isn’t it. Many of the same people — but whole new impressions.
Yes, it is weird. Ah, bookmarks — what a good idea. Would I even remember to look? For all I know I’ve done it 3 or for times.
Wow — that is so cool you guys both knew that it was your BooDays.
I wish I had found FamilyMan before he went to bed.
He may have been in bed by the time you showed up.
I clicked on the diary and realized that SN actually posted your (second) welcome diary. And she was only a few days old. She’s so brave!
And Olivia commenting that she just couldn’t post a diary. And look at her now.
Hi KB. Yep it seems awhile. It wouldn’t be the same without you and Eat 4 Today around.
Hey FamilyMan — I got hung up in the archives. I hope you haven’t gone to bed?
Here’s another image from my Descanso Gardens expedition. Sorry I don’t know how to do the “click for larger version” thing.
Again, it appears huge in preview although I have resized it on Photo Bucket for web posting. Don’t ask me why. I assume you see the web-sized version.
Great picture.
Do you remember your first comment at BT?
Thanks, mb.
Nuh uh, don’t remember. Do you? Is it embarrassing?
It was one year ago today in this Welcome Wagon Diary that Diane did. It’s my BooDay. It’s Family Man’s BooDay too.
Where’s Olivia? She’s usually keeper of the normal B’days. Maybe we should start a spread sheet for the BooDays also.
Maybe there’s a hockey game and she only stopped by during a fight. 🙂
Or either trying to eat her fill of poutine. 🙂
there was a hockey game — actually 2 games … 🙂
I cast my vote for O!!!
And thanks! 🙂
It’s good to be here when you’re here for a change.
Hi MM. Another beautiful picture.
How’s you CTS been doing?
CTS is being coddled. How is the slacking off coming along?
Good for the coddling. The slacking hasn’t been keeping on schedule, but I’m working on it. Wait, I can’t work on slack, so I’ve been slacking on it. 🙂
Yikes! Gets confusing sometimes doesn’t it?
Yep another Zen Koan (Cohen) type thing. 😉
late to the party it seems…Hi yO, maryb, FM, manny, MM…who’d I miss?
hi dada. Do you remember when your BooDay is?
shortly after the site went up…sheesh…don’t know how to find out short of tracking back thru the comment archives…
It would be nice if the archives let us switch to reverse chron order. I found mine using google. Because I remembered part of what I said.
Mistress of the Search Engine…has a magic formula…I haven’t a clue what I might have commented on…
Hiya d! How goes it w/ u?
prob for the next day or so…serious artic front went thru…20ºF now headed for a low in low teens and staying there or below until thur or fri…brrrrrrrrrrrrr
I think you’re sending it on to us. We’re supposed to get freezing rain and sleet on Thursday.
yeah, it’s a slow moving one…very frigid…at least there’s not much wind w/ it…that’d be real ugly w/ these temps
in ottawa on thursday
That beach in Mexico must be quite appealing right about now … 🙂
Boy know kidding! I’ve been hammering on both google and the archives. And I’m getting close in the archives. But I haven’t had any luck at all with google.
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Did you and FamilyMan both arrive on the same day? Was it planned?
(sigh)
I should have said “no”, not “know”
We both delurked in the same Welcome Wagon thread.
If it was planned it was by a higher authority than either of us since we didn’t know each other 🙂
Hi dada.
Have you finally recovered from the roofers?
finished the day before t-day…city came out for final insp this morning…”yep…it’s a roof…passed”…
That’s great though. One less thing to worry about.
is get the ins co to pony up the cash…they haven’t been overly eager or cooperative to date…a big cause on the delay getting started…it’s taken 5 mos since the storm to get it all fixed…grrrrrrr
Then I feel pretty luck when we had to get a new roof. In about a month and a half everything was done and no hassel at all from the ins. co. Hope it gets worked out soon for you.
I’m now on a first name basis w/ the district mgmr…things have a way of getting solved once you get to the right person…:{)
It’s like I’ve always heard. It’s all in who you know.
Some times a person looks around and discovers that they are just were they should be. If they’re lucky, the path to that special place was straight and short. If not, they wander around a bit, but get there all the same. Some people never get there, and their stories are bitter ones, unfit for a Booday celebration. The short path people, the ones who glide effortlessly into their special places, well, their stories are sweet, but dull. Empty calories, I’m afraid. The best stories are told about those who must travel twisted, tangled, tortuous, and many other adjectives that start with T paths, before they settle in the homey mud of their special frog pond. MaryB’s story is one of those stories. Pull up a lily pad, have a pull on the hoohak, and listen.
Long ago, well, a few years ago, a law student walked onto a stage at a small Midwestern law school. Mid-stage she paused to think about the little girl she once was. She thought about her indignation that Rose, the sweet orphan, was never adopted. Yes, her Uncle treated her well, but it wasn’t the same as being adopted. And the family was furious when Rose exercised her freedom to pierce her ears. It was this sense of indignation over the abuse of Rose’s legal rights that led Mary to study law. It took her several years to get accepted into law school, as she kept telling this story when asked by admission officers why she wanted to be a lawyer. After the fifth year of rejections, she wised up and changed her story. Her new answer was, “I want to make a ton of money and stay at the Ritz whenever I travel.” That did the trick, she was in.
Mary took a few more steps and turned to look at the crowd jamming the auditorium. She saw her mother and father beaming proudly up at her from the front row. Somehow, over the din, she heard her mother whisper, “Don’t let anyone know you too well.” Mary nodded and turned to look at her proud father. “Good job, Baby Girl,” he yelled, “But how many feet is it across the stage, if the stage is 150 meters?”
“Hey, what the hell are you doing up there?”
Mary’s reverie was destroyed by an angry challenge from the custodian. “I’ve got to lock up, and besides, nobody’s supposed to be here so late at night.” Wordlessly, first-year law student, MaryB, scrambled out of the auditorium and back to her dorm. It would be two more years until she actually graduated.
(End of Part One)
I like it Teach. However, I want to see how you’re going to handle the delivery man in the basement. 🙂
Now that will be interesting. How to make a story about someone that never does anything. Slack away. 🙂
LOL! I like the part about my parents. I don’t think I’ll show it to my mother though 🙂
And the situation with Rose was a win-win situation. She may be an orphan but she’s got money in trust so she can afford to pay me AND put me up at the Ritz when I have to call on her.
It’s late. Tune in tomorrow for Part 2 when MaryB meets Boran2 in a strange and unforgettable encounter that draws her closer to the pond.
he thinks it was … unusual.
Will M&Ms be involved?
If you want them and promise not to sue me.
Good Folks, Good Party, Mary & FM!
See you tomorrow night.
thanks for the “inside” story…:{)
g’night.
Maybe YOU should write a BooBook. A fictional BooBook.
this is supposed to be fiction …
Sorry, my mistake.
What’s this about an unusual memory?
heh. YOU’RE the one that said meeting me was an … unusual pleasure. link
And so it was. Good night, my friend!
night b2!
or is this a BooDay thing and we have to wait for next year?
That might be too long for …er….some of the…um… geezerly frogs
Tomorrow, I should have time.
Hate to do it, but geezerdom is calling me.
Night everyone and it was a great party.
g’night FM. It’s nice sharing a BooDay with you 🙂
but not too early…
Good night, FM.
Hey there, maryb — couldn’t let the night slip by without dippin’ in to wish you a Very Happy BooDay!!
So glad we both ‘took the plunge’, so to speak.
Alas, I threaten to finally melt into a puddle of exchausted sweat — so I’ll see you later.
Enjoy the evening!
exhausted, simian amphibian, tomato, tomAhto, ..
& a gracious good night!