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I just thought of a very good reason why Washington D.C. could have been an extremely attractive option.
Update on Washington D.C.; it's not going to happen.
Ooooh! and I have a meme, I've seen it around, it's the book one, where according to my old friend Cocktails I open the book I am currently reading at page 123, skip the first five sentences and share the following three.
At first, like Cocktails I thought I would have to do the book I last read (Which was The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, it's good.) Only then I remembered I am sort of in the middle of a book, Captain Underpants and The Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants the Fourth Epic Novel by Dav Pilkey, so like Cocktails my selection is also, and for completely different reasons a children's book.
Page 123, brings us right into The Incredibly Graphic Violence Chapter (in Flip-O-Rama)
"While you are flipping, be sure you can see the picture on page 127 and the one on page 129.
If you flip quickly, the two pictures will start to look like one animated picture.
Don't forget to add your own sound-effects!"
A little background on my friend Cocktails:
I first met her in kinder (or prep) where we became fast friends and I taught her to play doll house in the dirt with a twig of pine needles and a few sticky up tree roots. Sadly she moved schools soon after, and it wasn't until high school that we were reunited with each other.
I think the only time I ever cheated in school, was off Cocktails, and it was in a music test, in year 8. I was musically deprived, particularly where popular music was concerned, my childhood was pretty much devoid of any secular music, lest I become possessed by the devil or something. Anyway to demonstrate my pitiful music knowledge I will tell you what the answer I read from Cocktails' test was; Michael Jackson.
I love to check in on her wild, child free life, though I admit all that music talk still goes over my head, though I'd still be just as happy to receive a mix-tape from her. (I wonder if she still does those?)
We lead completely different lives, far, far apart, and yet somehow we remain friends. Perhaps the next time we are reunited* it will be in a nursing home. I hope so.
I mean, if I do end up in a nursing home, wouldn't it be nice if she was there?
*Visits don't count.
Update on Washington D.C.; it's not going to happen.
Ooooh! and I have a meme, I've seen it around, it's the book one, where according to my old friend Cocktails I open the book I am currently reading at page 123, skip the first five sentences and share the following three.
At first, like Cocktails I thought I would have to do the book I last read (Which was The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, it's good.) Only then I remembered I am sort of in the middle of a book, Captain Underpants and The Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants the Fourth Epic Novel by Dav Pilkey, so like Cocktails my selection is also, and for completely different reasons a children's book.
Page 123, brings us right into The Incredibly Graphic Violence Chapter (in Flip-O-Rama)
"While you are flipping, be sure you can see the picture on page 127 and the one on page 129.
If you flip quickly, the two pictures will start to look like one animated picture.
Don't forget to add your own sound-effects!"
A little background on my friend Cocktails:
I first met her in kinder (or prep) where we became fast friends and I taught her to play doll house in the dirt with a twig of pine needles and a few sticky up tree roots. Sadly she moved schools soon after, and it wasn't until high school that we were reunited with each other.
I think the only time I ever cheated in school, was off Cocktails, and it was in a music test, in year 8. I was musically deprived, particularly where popular music was concerned, my childhood was pretty much devoid of any secular music, lest I become possessed by the devil or something. Anyway to demonstrate my pitiful music knowledge I will tell you what the answer I read from Cocktails' test was; Michael Jackson.
I love to check in on her wild, child free life, though I admit all that music talk still goes over my head, though I'd still be just as happy to receive a mix-tape from her. (I wonder if she still does those?)
We lead completely different lives, far, far apart, and yet somehow we remain friends. Perhaps the next time we are reunited* it will be in a nursing home. I hope so.
I mean, if I do end up in a nursing home, wouldn't it be nice if she was there?
*Visits don't count.
posted by crafty at
12:21
10 Comments:
I have child free friends too - I love hanging out with them and shooting the breeze.
I assume you are OK about Washington?
Thanks Crafty - I started off being flattered by your post, got confused around the description of my life as 'wild' (the only thing wild about my life is the garden), then thoroughly depressed by the idea of us in a nursing home! I'm sure it would be great us being together though - imagine your Monkeys shaking their heads at us reverting to childhood, scrabbling around in the roots of trees with pine twigs...
By the way, you're meant to pass the meme on!!!
Oh bugger. I wanted to go to Washington... I mean, I got excited about YOU going to Washi... that sounds worse...you know what I mean. Don't you?
Yes Mary, quite OK.
Cocktails, your name is Cocktails, my name is Crafty. That makes you wild compared to me. Trust me. I know, the nursing home thing just spilled out, and it made me giggle ....
I know I'm meant to pass it on, but I'm too lazy.
Kirsty, I know what you mean.
I couldn't help feeling a bit excited at the thought, but I think the excitement of thinking about it for 10 minutes was enough for me....
Well I will be disappointed you aren't coming my way.
I would imagine you would rule the nursing home. Chasing after all the wrinkly old men in their bathrobes and walkers.
The irony being that Michael Jackson's ouvre, while technically not being The Devil's Music, does, in fact, sound like Hell.
-J.
Your tale of Cocktails gave me a smile. Thank you, and may the two of you have many more smiles yourselves.
Old friends from childhood often saw your 'moods'. I have some. We still laugh. I draw the line about the old age home though, I could never survive with one of them- I would die laughing.
The mind boggles as to what the question in that Year 8 music test was, if the answer was "Michael Jackson"!
Hi Everyone!!
Fairlie the question, I -think- was to identify who was singing the piece of music that was played to us.
I'm a bit shady on the details, it was a traumatic event in my young life, almost up there with The Swimming Carnival, otherwise known as .... Hell.
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