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Post by Siren on Dec 1, 2006 21:12:58 GMT -6
kat, that is the funniest thing I've read lately. One of the highlights: that the crowd insults the members of their own team that way! Thanks for the best laugh of the day! ~Siren
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 2, 2006 9:52:03 GMT -6
Best diner, and the best item on the menu? A&W. Not really a diner, more of a roadside stand. But they had THE BEST onion rings ever! Terre Haute, Indiana. OH! and there was this place that had gigantic pork loin sandwiches....wish I could remember the name of the place.
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 3, 2006 6:18:49 GMT -6
kat, that is the funniest thing I've read lately. One of the highlights: that the crowd insults the members of their own team that way! Thanks for the best laugh of the day! ~Siren Thanks Siren. Ya know sadly I have to plead guilty of "paying out" on my own team at times [ not with items A or B on the list of insults, no need for that type of behaviour I reckon ] One way of getting ones frustration out I guess, reckon it's either that or take to the bottle.
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Post by mabd on Dec 7, 2006 14:06:44 GMT -6
Kat, What's a specky mark? I know what a mark is, but... I can't always catch the "half" in a half-volley. Help? How come the players don't seem to use their arms to defend a mark anymore? Is there an "offsides?" If so, I've missed it. Would you please, of great font o' knowledge, explain holding the ball and being tackled? When is bump okay? When is it a penalty? You have to tackle above the knees and can not tackle from behind. Does essentially tackling from behind but getting your head around to the front of one being tackled make it okay? (In USA football, it does for blocking.) How do you kick a screwed punt? If I'm on the attacking side and touch the ball but it still goes for a behind is that legal? I do have more questions. Hey, what can I say? I'm left-handed which means I'm usually bowling to the leg side of the wicket. The pitch (here, anyway) is a lot slower on the leg side. But there is some strange thing which makes my left-arm orthodox delivery turn and spin widdershins faster than most. My topspinner barely spins a hair more than my arm ball. My chinaman (here very broadly defined) only works with a googly and is prolly my best pitch. I had been trying to mess around with yorkers...damn soft pitches. Got the distance, can’t get the speed. Alrighty then. American football was derived from rugby. First game was in 1875, smaller field than rugby -- 100 yards. Teams had fifteen players. No forward passing was allowed. By 1904, downs were used -- offense had 3 downs to make 5 yards. A field goal got 5 points, a running touchdown and conversion got 4 points, 1 point for a safety. Then more changes: a touchdown became worth 5 points; a field goal dropped to 4, then 3 points. In 1906 the game really changed: the forward pass was made legal and just about all resemblance to rugby ended. Oh, I beg to differ. I bet you have wonderful tales about bowling maidens over. Maeve
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Post by Phalon on Dec 8, 2006 8:46:11 GMT -6
Whew! I first read that late at night, and thought something else. Good thing things look different in the light of day...after a few cups of coffee.
Katina - this three weeks to go: is this in Cat footie time, or actual time? It seems their season just ended...about three weeks ago. Go Cats.
And now the diner question... There used to be a diner in town when we first moved here. It was new; barely a year old, but modeled after a fifties diner. Lots of chrome, white counters and tables with red leather and chrome seats. Dolly's was the name of it.
LX wasn't in school, and I wasn't working yet. Never a breakfast cook, (surprized? I love those microwave pancakes and french toast sticks), I used to take LX there for breakfast. She'd get pancakes, (the real ones, made with batter and everything), with sausage and hash browns, and I'd order coffee - an endless flow of coffee because there was always a refill. It was quite a lot for an almost four year old, and there was always a pancake or two left for me. The food was good, but the time spent with my daughter was the best.
Unfortunately, "Dolly" spent way too much money remodeling the place; and charged too little for the food. The location was prime, right on the main street heading down to the beach, and the diner could not sustain the business throughout the year after the tourists left for the winter.
It was bought by some guys from Chicago, who advertise it as a "Chicago-style" cafe; a home away from home. Catering to the FIPs, they charge FIP prices, and are doing quite a good business.
I miss the pancakes.
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 9, 2006 7:29:47 GMT -6
Kat, What's a specky mark? I know what a mark is, but... I can't always catch the "half" in a half-volley. Help? How come the players don't seem to use their arms to defend a mark anymore? Is there an "offsides?" If so, I've missed it. Would you please, of great font o' knowledge, explain holding the ball and being tackled? When is bump okay? When is it a penalty? You have to tackle above the knees and can not tackle from behind. Does essentially tackling from behind but getting your head around to the front of one being tackled make it okay? (In USA football, it does for blocking.) How do you kick a screwed punt? If I'm on the attacking side and touch the ball but it still goes for a behind is that legal? I do have more questions. Hey, what can I say? I'm left-handed which means I'm usually bowling to the leg side of the wicket. The pitch (here, anyway) is a lot slower on the leg side. But there is some strange thing which makes my left-arm orthodox delivery turn and spin widdershins faster than most. My topspinner barely spins a hair more than my arm ball. My chinaman (here very broadly defined) only works with a googly and is prolly my best pitch. I had been trying to mess around with yorkers...damn soft pitches. Got the distance, can’t get the speed. Alrighty then. American football was derived from rugby. First game was in 1875, smaller field than rugby -- 100 yards. Teams had fifteen players. No forward passing was allowed. By 1904, downs were used -- offense had 3 downs to make 5 yards. A field goal got 5 points, a running touchdown and conversion got 4 points, 1 point for a safety. Then more changes: a touchdown became worth 5 points; a field goal dropped to 4, then 3 points. In 1906 the game really changed: the forward pass was made legal and just about all resemblance to rugby ended. Oh, I beg to differ. I bet you have wonderful tales about bowling maidens over. Maeve Righto then. let's see how this "great font of knowledge" handles these curly questions. First ones easy enough, "speccy" simply being short for spectacular, usually describing when the player taking the mark climbs to a great height above a pack of other players. High marking is one of the most exciting aspects of Aussie rules, and the speccy the pinnacle of this particular skill. Can be very dangerous for spectators, remember leaping to my feet in excitement once and then going to sit down again not being aware the retractable seat had sprung up, no damage done except to my pride. A half volley is when a player attempts to take a mark [ usually diving ] low down but the ball hits the ground before he gathers it, in which case the umpire will call play on, or if uncertain will call for a bounce [ stoppage ] to restart play. Not really sure what you mean by players not using their arms to "defend" a mark, unless you mean holding another player off with their arms, or body, while waiting for the ball to arrive. Nope, no offside, players can go wherever they please. "Explain holding the ball and being tackled" well I've been following footy for longer then I care to remember and I'm still tryin' to work that one out. As with most of the rules it's down to the umpires interpretation, but basically it means that if a player in possession of the ball is legally tackled [ below the shoulders and above the knees ] and has a chance to dispose of the ball but doesn't do so, he'll be pinged [ penalised ] for holding the ball and a free kick given to the tackler. A bump is legal when the ball is within five metres and there's no contact to the head or back, which will then result in a free kick [ penalty ] Yep, gotta tackle above the knees but can tackle from behind as long as you don't "drive" the player being tackled forward into the ground, which will result in a penalty to the player being tackled for "in the back", and it doesn't matter where the tacklers head is during the tackle, as long as it's still attached to his shoulders it's a.o.k. Think a screwed punt [ you listening Lady P? ] is when you screw the ball around at an angle off the boot. Yep, if the ball is touched as it goes through between the goal post [ the tall one ] and the behind post [ the short one ] it still qualifies as one point, however if it's touched as it goes between the two goal posts, instead of being awarded six points it's only one point. If you have more questions let em rip, I'll do my best to reply in a manner that makes sense though I can't promise anything. Do you play in a league there and how much interest is there in Cricket. Sounds like you have the full range of deliveries, the arm ball, or "flipper" as it's referred to, can be a deadly weapon if mastered, as our own Shane Warne has proven. Thanks for the rundown on Gridiron, never knew any of that, could you explain in a bit more detail what "offense had 3 downs to make 5 yards" means thanks. I'll pass on your last remark, modesty, but mostly truthfulness, prevents me saying anything.
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 9, 2006 7:39:38 GMT -6
This is actual time [ I think ] Sorry to confuse you Lady P, yeah our season did finish a few weeks back, that's an old post I dug up in reply to Maeves question [ lazy sod that I am ] and I didn't edit out the "three weeks to go " bit [ lazy sod that I am ]
07 is our year, go Cats.
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Post by battleon on Dec 9, 2006 9:23:50 GMT -6
Best summer job i had was when i was 17 and worked part time at a vets office after school..It was hectic and fast paced but i enjoyed it..Iliked the ppl i workked with..Since i was the youngest and the baby of the crowd they took me under their wing and looked out for me..They were a rough crowd but they had their hearts in the right place..I love animals so, it was kewl everyday getting to play with all the animals..For awhile i was thinking of becoming a vet..
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Post by Phalon on Dec 17, 2006 22:55:11 GMT -6
Tis that gift giving season....how about the best/worst gift you've ever received?
So many "best" gifts, things I cherish from friends I've met here that clutter my desk, and damn, I like my desk cluttered. They're buried under there somewhere: Edgar with the Raven on his shoulder, a silver twisted wire Xena, my Gams mug, a tiny watchful gargoyle, cd collections, a Celtic necklace, photos, books. I "met" you all here, sitting at this desk, and that is where the stuff just has to be.
Then there are all the things the girls made me: a Tigger statue, cards stuffed in the desk drawers, and drawn pictures - so many of them they are at least 10 deep, overlapping pinned to my bulletin board, and there are rocks and shells collected, that made it from my purse to my desk.
A poem from Hubs - equally as bad as any Cheezit poem I've ever written.
A picture of my Mom and Dad I got for Christmas many years ago.
All things I can't part with; mementos that make me smile.
The best gift I ever gave myself - my roller-skis which I decided I must have for Mother's Day. I remember Hubs saying after telling him about skis on wheels, and the cost of buying something I'd never even seen, let alone tried, "Go ahead...I just hope they aren't another thing sitting around collecting dust." Ha.
The worst gift I ever received - that Buttonneer I mentioned in the winter thread....bought because the stack of his shirts needing buttons re-sewn on them was becoming increasingly alarming. It's been at least fifteen years and I've never used it. Fifteen years later he still is.
This came as a Christmas gift; it was the year after I put "Jobe's" plant sticks in his stocking because my houseplants kept dying.
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Post by Siren on Dec 18, 2006 23:26:01 GMT -6
Some good gifts come to mind, from folks who knew me well: "Gone With The Wind", written in Chinese...a bar of lemon verbena-scented soap, because a friend remembered that Scarlett O'Hara wore lemon verbena...a "Gone With The Wind" authentic movie poster my sis paid way too much for back in the day (yes, I used to collect "Gone With The Wind" stuff)...a "Barbie Loves Frankie" doll set, with Barbie dressed appropriately for the 1940s...a "Barbie as Wonder Woman" doll...a wind chime, inscribed by special friends...and an adorable mini warrior princess.
I've been lucky - not many bad gifts that I can remember.
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Post by xenavirgin on Jan 2, 2007 18:22:14 GMT -6
WOOHOO!!! WOOHOO!!! It's off to Xena Con we go! Well kiddiewinkles, we're all packed and raring to go, go, go, go! ;D ;D ;D ;D Might not be posting for a few days as we will be travlling, settling in, and purchasing a U.S. cable for my laptop hehehe. Be well and I'll see what I can do about a bit of late night Con reporting. love ya kids XV
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Post by Mini Mia on Jan 2, 2007 18:28:13 GMT -6
Take care, you guys. And have tons of fun!
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Post by Siren on Jan 9, 2007 22:45:28 GMT -6
New topic: best concert
Tough, tough, tough for me to narrow down. Here we go...
Heart has rocked the house wonderfully, every time I've seen them.
Sugarland was pure magic at Cain's Ballroom. It's so exciting to see an act when things are just coming together for them. And that's when I saw Sugarland. Jennifer Nettles is one of the most charismatic entertainers I've seen. She and the rest of the band had a ball. So did we in the audience.
John Denver moved me to tears with the beauty of his music, and his love for his audience.
I have seen Alison Krauss more frequently than any other artist. You've been to shows that whip the crowd into a frenzy? Alison blisses out her audience. The last time, especially, it was remarkable how calm and happy the crowd was, leaving the auditorium.
But the Dixie Chicks put on the top 2 concerts I've seen. Musicianship, showmanship, and regard for the audience - it was all there.
I know we have a lot of music lovers here. Can't wait to see your answers!
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Post by Phalon on Jan 9, 2007 23:47:48 GMT -6
Siren!!! So funny. I was thinking today about posting the same question: the best concert. Great minds think alike, eh? Ok, so maybe you'd rather not equate yours with mine; no matter - I've lost mine long ago anyway.
Still looking for that lost and found department in here that they claim may be holding it.
I'll post the best concert I ever attended tomorrow; it's late, and the later the time, the wordier I tend to get....because I just can't say it was "The Who". That would be way too easy; I gotta turn the damn thing into a story.
And I gotta get to bed - just one more quick stop to give Katina his hourly much deserved and hinted for compliment in the 'change a letter" thread. I've been slacking; it's been more than a few hours.
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Post by katina2nd on Jan 11, 2007 5:14:52 GMT -6
Great topic Siren, have to give this one a little thought [ just like Lady P ] before I post my favs, mostly so old of course that nobody here will know who I'm talking about probably.
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Post by katina2nd on Jan 11, 2007 22:06:00 GMT -6
Probably the best two were outdoor concerts at the Myer Music Bowl, the first being Neil Diamond's "Hot August Night" tour where we sat on the grass quite a way back from the stage, couldn't really see much unless we craned our necks to look over those in front which didn't matter in the least, the music was fantastic and the atmosphere unbelievable.
The other, at which we had seats about ten rows back from the stage was "Abba" two hours of hit after hit, great music, great stage presence, couldn't ask for much more.
Peter Paul and Mary, Simon and Garfunkel, Shirley Bassey and Olivia Newton John are a few of the others I've been privileged to see, supreme artists each and every one.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 13, 2007 22:40:40 GMT -6
Wow - good choices by all. Unfortunately, I've seen none of those artists, (would have loved to see Aretha).
The best concert I've ever attended - the most memorable - was The Who.
It was their World Farewell Tour - the fourth from the end; years before their This is Really It: The Final World Farewell Tour. It was in the late eighties or early nineties when we saw them, and probably was the last concert held at Vet Stadium in Philadelphia; the stadium was already dilapidated, and would be torn down soon after.
Coming home from friends' in New Jersey one evening, we noticed a crowd winding its way around the stadium. "What could be going on", we wondered and stopped to ask. "Who tickets go on sale in the morning - their World Farewell Tour", the fourth from the last. We went home, grabbed a blanket, a cooler full of beer, and found a spot on the concrete, at the end of a very, very long line.
We should have brought more blankets. It was cold, and raining....maybe not raining - hell, I don't remember; it was someteen years ago. But it was a miserable night to spend on hard concrete; my butt still remembers that part.
More blankets and less beer. And we should have parked closer. A few beers, and no way I was relieving myself in front of all those people. Empty beer can in hand, I made the trek...a long trek in the cold and rain, (I'm sure it was raining as I recall the misery I was feeling, cold and bladder full). Perfect squatting aim, and I'd make the trek many times throughout the night.
There is camaraderie in spending the night with all those people. It was actually fun; neither Hubs and I had, (or have since), camped out for concert tickets. By the time morning came, there was an odd "we're-all-in-this-together" type feeling.
At daybreak the line started moving...and moving fast. Way too fast. The Alamo-type yell, "Remember Cincinnati!!!" rose through the crowd, in reference to those people who were crushed in a stampeding crowd during a Who concert some years prior. The line pressed together, accordion style, and soon we were pretty close to the front, though the barricades were not down, and no one had been let in yet. Finally, they started letting people in to buy their tickets handfuls at a time. We were up front; Hubs grabbed my hand and said, "Whatever you do, don't fall!" They let us in, and we had no choice but to run - the crowd pushing us from behind demanded it.
We survived; made it through the night, peeing in a beer can, the cold, the maybe-maybe not it really happened rain, the concrete, the crowds, and left with our tickets in hand! All that and still they were semi-nosebleed.
The concert of course, was great....favorite songs with lyrics everyone knows and ones that make everyone sing along. Waiting for the concert to begin, Hubs started "the wave": his fifteen minutes of fame. Occasionally, for whatever reason, this will come up in conversation. "I started the wave in Vet Stadium at a Who concert", the fourth from the final. I pat his hand, and fondly sarcastically say with adoration in my eyes, "Yes Dear, you did."
Ah memories. My butt still remembers that night on the concrete in the rain well.
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Post by Siren on Jan 14, 2007 14:46:11 GMT -6
Boy, some great replies, just as I suspected theri would be. Roberta Flack, Maeve? Oh, I bet that was wonderful. "Jessie" and, of course, "The First Time Ever I saw Your Face" are among my favorites from her. And boy, have you seen some greats - Aretha, Ella, etc - man! Years ago, we enjoyed the "Hot August Night" live lp from Neal, katina. I can only imagine how great it was to be there. I saw Olivia back in the day, too, on the "Physical" tour. Such fun. I would've loved being with you at that Abba show. Would've been singing right along. Shirley Bassey? I bet that was one sexy atmosphere. I wonder if there was a spike in births, 9 months after that show? You know, Gams, internet ticket sales have killed the fun tradition of camping out for tickets. Kinda sad, really, that today's kids won't get to experience that camaraderie. The last ticket line I stood/sat in was for the Go Gos. What a time we had!
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Post by dag614 on Jan 15, 2007 0:26:02 GMT -6
Lured out of lurking by the prospect of folks talking about live music. I LOVE live music. But I really don't know how to narrow it down to the "best." There are so many moments in so many concerts that are just branded on my soul. It might not have been the best concert I've ever been to, but I'll never forget Garth Hudson's otherworldly intro to The Band's Chest Fever before the song's muscular bass line picked up. It was an amazing span of time that combined spirituality and sexuality in just the right portions to make every tiny hair on your body just stand right up. Emmylou's first concert at the Fox with the original Hot Band. She was so young and totally tuned into the music that it almost felt like eavesdropping to hear her sing "Boulder to Birmingham". And the sheer joy of hearing musicians like James Burton, Glen D Hardin and Ron Tutt back her up was like having a great big old cherry on top of the sundae. Sometimes the moments have little to do with the music. Seeing a pretty drunken Janis Joplin lay out an over zealous fan with an empty Southern Comfort bottle while seemingly never missing a note of "Piece of My Heart" sure stays with you for a few decades. Hearing the aching lonely wail of Bill Monroe soaring over the driving beat of "Walls of Time" on a moonlit night outside of Lexington was enough to make me hope like hell that there was something on the other side of this life. Well, I could just go on and on and on, but I reckon I ought to introduce myself. I feel I have an unfair advantage over you folks, I've been reading you for months and enjoying you immensely. Some of you are somewhat familiar with me since Maeve insists on referring to me as her STP (hey, it's not the worst thing she's called me). I can't resist the music stuff, but I would love to know more about why you went to these particular concerts and what about them moved, excited, inspired you. And what memories or feelings stayed with you? Needless to say I probably could have retired early if weren't for my concert and record habits.
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Post by dag614 on Jan 15, 2007 0:53:19 GMT -6
Oh, dang Siren. I forgot to tell you about the neatest Dolly Parton show. We had a pretty small venue in Atlanta called The Great Southeastern Music Hall. It probably didn't seat much over 300 people. You sat on the floor but they had pretty comfortable back rests and the beer came in buckets. Dolly had made it big in country and was just about to make the crossover in to more generalized pop. This was just after Linda Ronstadt, Emmylou and Maria Muldaur had recorded some her songs and were singing (literally) her praises to everyone that would listen. The GSMH didn't cater country music so it was a mighty strange audience the night Dolly played there. A bunch of scruffy hippies that just couldn't quite turn their backs on their upbringing, a spattering of die hard country music fans and a whole lotta drag queens. Well, Miss Dolly came on stage and much to our disappointment she was dressed a conservative high necked plain white evening dress. She let out that totally irresistible giggle and spread her arms and there spelled out in large, glorious gold sequined letter was DOLLY with a huge butterfly on the hem of the dress. We all stood and cheered and I doubt if there was one person that wasn't in love with her when we all left a couple of hours later. It was an incredible, magic evening and one of the best concerts I've ever seen.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 15, 2007 10:53:03 GMT -6
Oh, I know Aretha's not dead. But my concert going days just about are. Too far out in the sticks, Maeve, to just jump in the car and drive an hour or two, three or four to attend "big name" concerts. Too much hassle to line up a babysitter and such. Why are concerts most often held on weekdays, and rarely on weekends - a weekend event we could swing.
How long 'til the kids are grown - or at least old enough that they can be left alone for a few hours without the chance of them maiming each other with their "if-looks-could-kill-you'd-be-dead" death stares.
These are rhetorical questions - I know there is no possibility for either.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 10, 2007 13:32:51 GMT -6
I'm popping in and dragging this up from the bottom of the pile because I have a recent event to add to my concert list.
I went to see an artist named Brandi Carlile this last Saturday at a tiny theater downtown. Tiny theater crammed with hundreds of people standing and singing and crying and swaying. All in awe of one of the most phenomenal voices I have ever heard in person. This concert currently is third on my list of best concerts ever. Right up there with the Cher concert I went to Memorial weekend a hundred years ago. And the first solo tour concert Wynona did. Brandi doesn't have the pure showmanship and entertainment value that Cher does. There were no costume changes or fireworks. And while Brandi definitely was glad to be there, her heart was not worn on her sleeve like at Wynona’s solo concert.
But for pure musical value.....she’s it. I highly recommend if this is your tupe of music go see her where ever she’s closest to you.
Full concert review in the music thread complete with links.
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Post by Siren on Apr 11, 2007 21:41:06 GMT -6
I have read some great reviews about Brandi, Scrap. Glad the show was such a joy for you. Music has a power like nothing else, IMO.
Were you at the Wynonna show they filmed for DVD? Cooooooool! Tough deal she's going through right now.
New category:
Your best moment - greatest personal achievement. Mine? It's a toss-up between graduating from college (first in my family to do so), or, getting the job I have now, which was a dream come true.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 11, 2007 23:05:32 GMT -6
I have read some great reviews about Brandi, Scrap. Glad the show was such a joy for you. Music has a power like nothing else, IMO. Yeah it had been a long time since I had experienced the power of good music first hand. It felt good to be out and getting that energy from the crowd.Wish I could afford to do it more often. Were you at the Wynonna show they filmed for DVD? Cooooooool! Tough deal she's going through right now. Wow...I have no idea actually. Though the thought of being on a dvd that is potentially seen all over the country is a bit frightening.....however miniscule....lol And yeah...very tough deal. She can't seem to catch a break. Too many people wanting to take advantage of her. At least that's my impression. New category: Your best moment - greatest personal achievement. Mine? It's a toss-up between graduating from college (first in my family to do so), or, getting the job I have now, which was a dream come true. Graduating college is a huge achievement. And worthy of vast amounts of Kudos....if I had a gold star I'd give it. I'm going to go with the most recent one.... Little over a year ago (valentines day) I got a call at my work from this woman who said she'd been watching this dog out in the desert for like six weeks. She'd been trying to feed him but he wouldn't let her get near him. Wanted to know if we could do anything for him. The standard answer is no....we don't have the equipment or personnel for stuff like that. But, something about this dog struck me. The woman who called was a professional photographer so she sent me some pictures of the dog. He was super skinny and starving. PLUS he had on a collar with tags. So...I begged and pleaded and cajoled and argued until my boss agreed to ask one of the local for-hire trapping teams out. They caught him after three days. And then charged the shelter $300. Anyway by the time he got to the shelter he was maybe 30 lbs of bones. Gorgeous yellow lab. Anyway...took me two weeks of phone calls to find his owner who had lost him on her way to Texas. Apparently he jumped out of the car window when she was in a car crash sometime before Christmas. Another week and a long road trip from Texas and the family was reunited. The owner told me when he escaped he weighed 120lbs. Anyway...sorry for tooting my own horn...but that story is a bright spot for me in a job that has mostly days in which you just want to scream.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 12, 2007 21:18:32 GMT -6
Great personal achievements the both of you. Siren, landing a job which with you obviously adore - what a totally cool thing. I can relate to that. And Scrappeletta - I remember you talking about that dog when he was finally caught and brought in - and your excitement when you tracked down the owner, and they were reunited - cool beans too.
My greatest achievement actually sounds weird labeling it an achievement; it is both ordinary and extraordinary at the same time. Millions do it every day. But giving birth to my two daughters were the two best moments in my life. Shhhhh - don't tell them; they will hear of the agonizing pain and suffering they caused for years and years to come.
Other than that....I consider it a great accomplishment that I am now ignoring the chocolate cookies screaming to me from the kitchen cupboard.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 12, 2007 22:01:49 GMT -6
*whispering behind her back* Phalon.....ooooh Phaaaaaloooonnn.....we're oh so choclatey...and ooooh so good....
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Post by Siren on Apr 12, 2007 22:08:11 GMT -6
Gams, remember what Joan Rivers said..."Never tell your children you had easy childbirth. They'll grow up and they'll leave you. 'Melissa, wake up. You ripped me to shreds! Now, go back to sleep.'" LOL!
Seriously, those are a couple of wonderful achievements. No one else has done or will ever do it quite the way you have. You know what I imagine one of the most amazing things about being a mom would be? Looking down and seeing yourself in your child...the shape of your eyes, the way your mouth turns up or down at the corners, your pug nose or Roman nose. To see the direct result of one's genes being passed down must just be mind-blowing. I would never cease to be fascinated by that. My mother was a striking beauty in her day, and is still beautiful now. But really, all I inherited from her was her green eyes and her dad's complexion. I look very much like my father. No offense to my dad, who was and is a handsome man. But all in all, if I'd had my druthers...
And Scrappy, that is something to be very proud of. You completely changed that dog's life, and brought a certain little ray of happiness back to a family. Well done!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 15, 2007 15:12:14 GMT -6
Thanks Siren. It was a good week for sure. But I gotta say nothing beats having kids....good kids.
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Post by Siren on Apr 25, 2007 21:25:43 GMT -6
Next category: the best....
class you ever took
Mine: Interpersonal Communication, taught by Dr. Daniel at good old ECU. I had such fun in that class, and learned a lot about how we communicate. Should've been a required course.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 25, 2007 21:46:16 GMT -6
Oooo, I'll have to thinK on this - many good ones from which to choose.
Meanwhile, I'll just throw spitwads at the back of the student's head sitting in front of me.
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