July 27, 2006
"What About When You Asked Him for His Phone Number?"
"I did that out of his earshot, so it doesn't count. Besides, I meant it ironically."
"Ironically?"
"Yes. It was a wry commentary on the fact that he's way too young for me."
"You go crazy when the weather gets hot."
"Yes. But I wasn't flirting with the waiter. And that's final."
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"I was just asking him for a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon and tomato. Could I help it if he took it the wrong way?"
Posted by: clyde at July 30, 2006 01:16 PM (6m+7s)
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"I was just asking him for a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon and tomato. Could I help it if he took it the wrong way?"
Posted by: clyde at July 30, 2006 01:16 PM (6m+7s)
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Apparently they were on a two-for-one special today.
Posted by: clyde at July 30, 2006 01:17 PM (6m+7s)
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Actually, I asked him for a Greek salad and about five million glasses of Pinot Grigio.
And he had freckles, which was a clear come-on.
"One of my two types," I told Dr. B.
"I didn't know you had types," she replied.
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"Well," She Says, "There's No Harm in Flirting."
"I was not flirting," I reply. "That kid was young enough to be . . . my younger brother."
"You don't have a younger brother."
"So you admit that he was fair game?"
"Do you admit that you were flirting?"
"With a 30-year-old? No. But you're welcome to make a citizen's arrest."
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"When I do it, of course."
Men have to learn to hear the unspoken words, as well. Life is hard.
Posted by: Darrell at July 27, 2006 08:07 PM (ZMS9F)
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Must. Keep. Mouth. Shut.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at July 28, 2006 01:53 AM (RiZPJ)
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Lunch Today
. . . with my ex-girlfriend. The one who married my former boyfriend. (No, no: not the boyfriend who cheated on her with me—the one who saw her on the side [with my full knowledge and consent] while he was living with me.)
I swear I don't understand why you guys can't keep this all straight. It's easy as pie.
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Posted by: Greta (Hooah Wife) at July 27, 2006 02:54 PM (R2h9W)
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I had a blast. She's still beautiful, and still brilliant.
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Yes, but did you enjoy the grilled cheese sandwich with bacon and tomato?
Posted by: clyde at July 30, 2006 01:18 PM (6m+7s)
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July 26, 2006
An Early Lunch with the Old Man Today.
I walk him to his car. We are talking about my favorite subject.
"What are the chances," he asks, "that you're a selfish asshole?"
"They're quite good," I tell him. "But I make up for my selfishness by being really, really greedy."
He laughs. "Very nice." And he kisses me goodbye, gets into his Infiniti, and drives off.
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July 24, 2006
Dear Abby,
My mother's on the warpath again. Would it be unethical for me to sneak her an extra Prozac? Or is there any point: she appears pretty determined to have a fight with me tomorrow.
Oh, well. It's like my middle-aged acne—it'll keep me young.
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Put on a Stepford wife smile and refuse to lose not matter what she says. It should drive her crazy.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at July 24, 2006 11:14 PM (RiZPJ)
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Another way to win without trying is to agree with everything she says, then do none of it. Just keep smiling and saying "you're right" and continue doing what you've been doing all along.
Eventually she'll figure out she's talking to herself, and might shut up.
Posted by: clyde at July 25, 2006 01:47 AM (6m+7s)
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I see you people have normal mothers. I don't want to aggravate mine, for she could get homicidal, and I don't want to have to shoot my own mom in self-defense.
So no passive-aggressive tactics for me.
Fortunately, she saw that she was headed for the swamps, and reined herself back in. So there's growth . . .
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 25, 2006 06:51 PM (4IuF2)
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The tactic that works - though is in your face confrontational - is to just not see them. Don't answer the phone, don't visit, don't have them over. Let them know it is because "You are invited to STOP trying to run my life."
Note to mothers everywhere - when your kids are 28, you really do have to stop treating them like they are 12.
Posted by: Zendo Deb at July 26, 2006 04:15 AM (+gqOq)
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I've done that one, too
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 26, 2006 08:13 AM (4IuF2)
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Hmm. I have a "normal mother?" Then what explains me?
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at July 26, 2006 10:40 PM (RiZPJ)
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How about "the sins of the fathers"? Or perhaps you're a sport (not baseball--genetics).
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 27, 2006 09:37 AM (4IuF2)
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Oh, That Joni.
She's
smart.
People don't know how to love
They taste it and toss it
Turn it off and on
Like a bathtub faucet
Oh sometimes the light
Can be so hard to find--
At least the moon at the window--
The thieves left that behind.
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Who wrote this? Is she a published author, and if so, what has she written? I'd like to read more of it. Great metaphors.
Posted by: clyde at July 25, 2006 01:49 AM (6m+7s)
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Joni Mitchell, songwriter and singer. Some of her later albums are simply extraordinary in terms of the lyrics.
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 25, 2006 08:16 AM (4IuF2)
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Now if someone could just figure out who wrote that, we could all enjoy the whole thing!
Don't hit me!
See, live links don't help much, either...
Posted by: Darrell at July 25, 2006 07:56 PM (+Al3c)
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Iowahawk is trying his hand--
You were born in the Valley to a life in a suburban cage
Encino, where mean girls and cheerleaders
Drop bombs of hate on the unpopular girls
Shy poetry club chicks like you
With 1480 SATs and early admission to Berkeley
Fed by the violence and lookism of the dance squad
Raised in a four bedroom colonial
They wouldnÂ’t let you wear your Che T-shirt to prom
But your heart and your armpit hair still grew proud and strong
http://iowahawk.typepad.com/iowahawk/2006/07/i_love_you_too_.html
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July 23, 2006
When Planning a Party . . .
one must make the assumptions that:
1) the date selected many weeks ahead of time will fall during a heat wave, and
2) one will get one's period on the day the party begins, incurring cramps and the necessity for steady doses of codeine.
Therefore, it behooves one to clean the house on the weekend previous to that of the potluck itself. Hey—at least I remembered the appetizers this time.
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Posted by: Flap at July 23, 2006 02:46 PM (A8i+J)
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Not only were there appetizers, they were really good appetizers. Thanks again for having us!
Posted by: the Pirate at July 23, 2006 04:26 PM (Rg0+S)
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AG
Hearty and heartfelt thanks to you and Attila the Hub ... we had a grand time ...
and as warm as you're place was, our trek 40 miles west to yours left behind 112 degrees!!!
Dar & Eric
Posted by: Darleen at July 23, 2006 09:15 PM (rvX7J)
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What they said. And the appetizers were seriously good.
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July 21, 2006
At 8:00 p.m.
I checked the thermometer in the breezeway area of the garage. It had finally dipped below 100 degrees.
And still, we're too stubborn to turn on the AC.
Tomorrow, though, it'll be different: we're having people over at night, and I'll be straightening up during the day. So when I get up I'm turning on the air.
This is a big deal for Methodists: we tend to convince ourselves that unnecessary expenditures will send us to hell. Where, I've been told, the AC is spotty at best.
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You're right to save your money: air conditioning in hell costs like hell. And plastic charge-cards have a habit of melting, making payment of bills hell as well.
Posted by: clyde at July 22, 2006 03:28 AM (6m+7s)
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wow, you're hardcore. I can't handle over 90.
Posted by: maggie katzen at July 22, 2006 11:29 AM (wIQcY)
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July 20, 2006
When It's Hot,
don't just sit around with a pillow on your lap and a hot powerbook on top of the pillow.
It won't help at all, you know.
This has been a public service announcement.
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As long as you're sure it's the laptop.
Or the ambient temperature.
And not our leader...
Posted by: Darrell at July 21, 2006 09:18 PM (cOVIQ)
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Well . . . make no mistake. I'm a hot mama, for sure.
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 21, 2006 10:28 PM (4IuF2)
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500K units on the Scoville Scale, at least!
¡Muy caliente!
What's the Methodist take on cooling fans?
Posted by: Darrell at July 22, 2006 01:31 PM (3Qa+i)
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July 19, 2006
I Update My Niece on My Crime-Novel Progress
I'm working with two different crit groups. My regular writing teacher is turning into a Nazi (she must think I need it) and my new "novel teacher" is a Nazi from the get-go. I will either achieve Great Things, or end up as a lampshade.
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Yes, yes, But you don't answer the obvious question:
will the lamp be placed on eBay?
Posted by: I R A Darth Aggie at July 19, 2006 02:15 PM (1hM1d)
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The obvious question to worry about is when they ask "Do you have relatives in the old country?"
Show them your Mutterskreutz and they'll go easier on you.
Posted by: clyde at July 19, 2006 02:37 PM (6m+7s)
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On second thought...I might need to open an e-bay account.
Posted by: clyde at July 19, 2006 02:38 PM (6m+7s)
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And you need this why?
Are we going to have to talk you out of the attic before this is over?
Posted by: Darrell at July 19, 2006 08:21 PM (M+qhU)
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Okay, I withdraw the term "Nazi" and instead use the term Drill Instructor. Someone whose job it is to take a girl and turn her into a Fighting Machine!
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 19, 2006 11:15 PM (4IuF2)
Posted by: Darrell at July 20, 2006 07:41 AM (sUj/P)
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Sir! My outline is finished, Sir!
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 20, 2006 03:28 PM (4IuF2)
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About time!
Now, drop and give me 20!!!
Posted by: Darrell at July 20, 2006 08:17 PM (8/LIw)
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Oh...
And congratulations!
One step closer to perfection...
Posted by: Darrell at July 21, 2006 07:19 AM (CUIEE)
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July 15, 2006
Please.
Please.
Nevermind.
Please.
You know how it is: one is always bargaining with life. Especially those who were born without the gift of contentment.
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It's Too Hot To Work.
I'll be in bed with a juicy
George Friedman book on precision-guided munitions.
Ta-ta.
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oooh, that one must have been good, because my husband owns multiple copies of it. i notice amazon recommends the Pentagon's New Map with that, also a spouse fave.
Posted by: maggie katzen at July 15, 2006 11:19 PM (wIQcY)
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Thanks for the recommendation!
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 16, 2006 08:17 AM (4IuF2)
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July 09, 2006
The Bangles Played
. . . for my birthday. Unfortunately, they did it out in
Milwaukee.
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OMG my girlfriend used to wear bangles on her wrists when we were in college! Small world, huh? So, we've got that in common...
Listen, I'm not trying to hit on you or anything, but is your avatar single? My avavar won't shut up about yours.
Posted by: Kevin at July 10, 2006 08:14 PM (++0ve)
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I'm sure Susanna Hoffs was thinking about you during the whole show.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at July 10, 2006 09:01 PM (RiZPJ)
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She and I have that short-girl telepathy thing going on.
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 10, 2006 09:40 PM (4IuF2)
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I'm doing my best to refrain from "Walk Like an Egyptian" jokes.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at July 11, 2006 10:49 AM (RiZPJ)
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It's actually a song about remodeling: the real title is "Walk Like an Electrician."
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 11, 2006 10:58 AM (4IuF2)
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