Now that Jef.'s gone.....

I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.

--
BessieBee

"OK, so what's the speed of dark?"
Steven Wright

Once upon a time, BessieBee said:

>I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
>by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.

I love the fact that you are here Bessie. Just wanted you to know, 's
all :-)

--
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"If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough." -- Mario Andretti

Once upon a time, BessieBee said:

>I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
>by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.

I love the fact that you are here Bessie. Just wanted you to know, 's
all :-)

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Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
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"If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough." -- Mario Andretti

here I thought you were going to say "PARTY lets break out the good stuff
and party all night long" but I will send some good flying vibes his way I
am sure he will party enough for all of us

--
Lynn <---VOF Leaper

"BessieBee" <BessieBee@I_dont_smoke_anymore.com> wrote in message
news:5c4la312hit3qlceljvmjhrs0p63p4fvv1@4ax.com...
> I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
> by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.
>
> --
> BessieBee
>
> "OK, so what's the speed of dark?"
> Steven Wright

here I thought you were going to say "PARTY lets break out the good stuff
and party all night long" but I will send some good flying vibes his way I
am sure he will party enough for all of us

--
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"BessieBee" <BessieBee@I_dont_smoke_anymore.com> wrote in message
news:5c4la312hit3qlceljvmjhrs0p63p4fvv1@4ax.com...
> I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
> by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.
>
> --
> BessieBee
>
> "OK, so what's the speed of dark?"
> Steven Wright

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 11:23:36 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, BessieBee said:
>
>>I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
>>by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.
>
>I love the fact that you are here Bessie. Just wanted you to know, 's
>all :-)

Why, thanks, Tiho!!! I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee this
morning and you just got my started off with a huge smile! :-)

--
BessieBee

"OK, so what's the speed of dark?"
Steven Wright

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 11:23:36 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, BessieBee said:
>
>>I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
>>by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.
>
>I love the fact that you are here Bessie. Just wanted you to know, 's
>all :-)

Why, thanks, Tiho!!! I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee this
morning and you just got my started off with a huge smile! :-)

--
BessieBee

"OK, so what's the speed of dark?"
Steven Wright

Once upon a time, BessieBee said:

>Why, thanks, Tiho!!! I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee this
>morning and you just got my started off with a huge smile! :-)

I was wanting to ask, how is your hubby after the stressful episodes
that you described recently?
I hope he is starting to quit by now. If he is not and the subject
elevates your BP, just don't answer, and we will ask Mike to send his
gnomes on a special undercover mission!

--
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Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
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No heaven will not ever Heaven be; Unless my cats are there to
welcome me.-- Unknown

Once upon a time, BessieBee said:

>Why, thanks, Tiho!!! I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee this
>morning and you just got my started off with a huge smile! :-)

I was wanting to ask, how is your hubby after the stressful episodes
that you described recently?
I hope he is starting to quit by now. If he is not and the subject
elevates your BP, just don't answer, and we will ask Mike to send his
gnomes on a special undercover mission!

--
Tihomir *I don't smoke anymore*
Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org

No heaven will not ever Heaven be; Unless my cats are there to
welcome me.-- Unknown

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:24:52 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, BessieBee said:
>
>>Why, thanks, Tiho!!! I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee this
>>morning and you just got my started off with a huge smile! :-)
>
>I was wanting to ask, how is your hubby after the stressful episodes
>that you described recently?
>I hope he is starting to quit by now. If he is not and the subject
>elevates your BP, just don't answer, and we will ask Mike to send his
>gnomes on a special undercover mission!

How undercover do you think that yodeling gnomes can be? )
Sue

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:24:52 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, BessieBee said:
>
>>Why, thanks, Tiho!!! I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee this
>>morning and you just got my started off with a huge smile! :-)
>
>I was wanting to ask, how is your hubby after the stressful episodes
>that you described recently?
>I hope he is starting to quit by now. If he is not and the subject
>elevates your BP, just don't answer, and we will ask Mike to send his
>gnomes on a special undercover mission!

How undercover do you think that yodeling gnomes can be? )
Sue

Once upon a time, Sue said:

>How undercover do you think that yodeling gnomes can be? )

Good point! We'll have to ask Mike if the Gnome SWAT team can refrain
from yodeling during missions :-)

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Once upon a time, Sue said:

>How undercover do you think that yodeling gnomes can be? )

Good point! We'll have to ask Mike if the Gnome SWAT team can refrain
from yodeling during missions :-)

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On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:37:58 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, Sue said:
>
>>How undercover do you think that yodeling gnomes can be? )
>
>Good point! We'll have to ask Mike if the Gnome SWAT team can refrain
>from yodeling during missions :-)

I'd worry more about them farting. I've heard that can be
devastating. A two front assault - sound and smell. Ewwww
Sue

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:37:58 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, Sue said:
>
>>How undercover do you think that yodeling gnomes can be? )
>
>Good point! We'll have to ask Mike if the Gnome SWAT team can refrain
>from yodeling during missions :-)

I'd worry more about them farting. I've heard that can be
devastating. A two front assault - sound and smell. Ewwww
Sue

Once upon a time, Sue said:

>I'd worry more about them farting. I've heard that can be
>devastating. A two front assault - sound and smell. Ewwww

ROFL!

Hey, did we not have work to do? :-)

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Once upon a time, Sue said:

>I'd worry more about them farting. I've heard that can be
>devastating. A two front assault - sound and smell. Ewwww

ROFL!

Hey, did we not have work to do? :-)

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On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 19:09:30 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, Sue said:
>
>>I'd worry more about them farting. I've heard that can be
>>devastating. A two front assault - sound and smell. Ewwww
>
>ROFL!
>
>Hey, did we not have work to do? :-)

Yes, and I'm procrastinating (my middle name). I think I'll go mow
the lawn first. <sigh>
Sue

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 19:09:30 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, Sue said:
>
>>I'd worry more about them farting. I've heard that can be
>>devastating. A two front assault - sound and smell. Ewwww
>
>ROFL!
>
>Hey, did we not have work to do? :-)

Yes, and I'm procrastinating (my middle name). I think I'll go mow
the lawn first. <sigh>
Sue

Once upon a time, Sue said:

>Yes, and I'm procrastinating (my middle name). I think I'll go mow
>the lawn first. <sigh>

I'm afraid we'll have to postpone that since I am leaving soon. In the
meantime, by all means try Firefox! Or Opera, which I use most of the
time.

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"Earn cash in your spare time--blackmail your friends."

Once upon a time, Sue said:

>Yes, and I'm procrastinating (my middle name). I think I'll go mow
>the lawn first. <sigh>

I'm afraid we'll have to postpone that since I am leaving soon. In the
meantime, by all means try Firefox! Or Opera, which I use most of the
time.

--
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Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
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"Earn cash in your spare time--blackmail your friends."

Sue, m'dear, you just have not posted a milestone so my WELL MANNERED
gentlemanly Yodeling Gnomes can make a visit. You must know the wild
gnomes who have not gone to finishing school or achieved other
refinement. My Gnomes have met heads of state and even get a wave
from the Q of E... <G> Yes, the 'SWAT' team can work undercover and
just hum...LOL

FlatironMike
Friend of Gnomes
Five months, two weeks, three days, 15 hours, 33 minutes and 59
seconds. 3352 cigarettes not smoked, saving $1,005.64. Life saved: 1
week, 4 days, 15 hours, 20 minutes.

Sue, m'dear, you just have not posted a milestone so my WELL MANNERED
gentlemanly Yodeling Gnomes can make a visit. You must know the wild
gnomes who have not gone to finishing school or achieved other
refinement. My Gnomes have met heads of state and even get a wave
from the Q of E... <G> Yes, the 'SWAT' team can work undercover and
just hum...LOL

FlatironMike
Friend of Gnomes
Five months, two weeks, three days, 15 hours, 33 minutes and 59
seconds. 3352 cigarettes not smoked, saving $1,005.64. Life saved: 1
week, 4 days, 15 hours, 20 minutes.

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:04:04 -0000, FlatIronMike
<FlatironMikeNYC@gmail.com> wrote:

>Sue, m'dear, you just have not posted a milestone so my WELL MANNERED
>gentlemanly Yodeling Gnomes can make a visit. You must know the wild
>gnomes who have not gone to finishing school or achieved other
>refinement. My Gnomes have met heads of state and even get a wave
>from the Q of E... <G> Yes, the 'SWAT' team can work undercover and
>just hum...LOL

<G> Well, I guess there's gnomes and then there's gnomes. Is it NYC
that distinguishes the well mannered from the not? Perhaps California
gnomes just aren't trained well or maybe it's the Hollywood influence.
Just look at Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton and all those wild little
slutties. What gnome wouldn't be adversely affected? And, then
there's those dwarves who made a slave out of that sweet young thing,
Snow White. You need to keep your gnomes east of the Mississippi.
Sue


>
>FlatironMike
>Friend of Gnomes
>Five months, two weeks, three days, 15 hours, 33 minutes and 59
>seconds. 3352 cigarettes not smoked, saving $1,005.64. Life saved: 1
>week, 4 days, 15 hours, 20 minutes.

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:04:04 -0000, FlatIronMike
<FlatironMikeNYC@gmail.com> wrote:

>Sue, m'dear, you just have not posted a milestone so my WELL MANNERED
>gentlemanly Yodeling Gnomes can make a visit. You must know the wild
>gnomes who have not gone to finishing school or achieved other
>refinement. My Gnomes have met heads of state and even get a wave
>from the Q of E... <G> Yes, the 'SWAT' team can work undercover and
>just hum...LOL

<G> Well, I guess there's gnomes and then there's gnomes. Is it NYC
that distinguishes the well mannered from the not? Perhaps California
gnomes just aren't trained well or maybe it's the Hollywood influence.
Just look at Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton and all those wild little
slutties. What gnome wouldn't be adversely affected? And, then
there's those dwarves who made a slave out of that sweet young thing,
Snow White. You need to keep your gnomes east of the Mississippi.
Sue


>
>FlatironMike
>Friend of Gnomes
>Five months, two weeks, three days, 15 hours, 33 minutes and 59
>seconds. 3352 cigarettes not smoked, saving $1,005.64. Life saved: 1
>week, 4 days, 15 hours, 20 minutes.

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:24:52 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, BessieBee said:
>
>>Why, thanks, Tiho!!! I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee this
>>morning and you just got my started off with a huge smile! :-)
>
>I was wanting to ask, how is your hubby after the stressful episodes
>that you described recently?
>I hope he is starting to quit by now. If he is not and the subject
>elevates your BP, just don't answer, and we will ask Mike to send his
>gnomes on a special undercover mission!

Thanks for asking, Tiho. DH is still smoking. It's a no-win
situation for both of us. I get pissed when he smokes, but I'm doing
my damnedest (sp??) to not say anything, and he gets pissed if I so
much as wrinkle my nose. I'm still learning to deal with the fact
that the heart attack patient still smokes, but what bothers me the
most is his "fuck you" attitude to anyone who depends on him for any
number of things.

Mike, would you please send out your tallest gnomes, wearing their
pointiest steel toed shoes, to kick DH in the butt? On the other
hand, send all the gnomes, I'll provide a step stool for those that
need it. DH won't be hard to find, his name is Mike, also, and he'll
be the handsome white haired gentlemen OUTSIDE smoking.

Thanks!!
--
BessieBee

"OK, so what's the speed of dark?"
Steven Wright

On Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:24:52 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, BessieBee said:
>
>>Why, thanks, Tiho!!! I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee this
>>morning and you just got my started off with a huge smile! :-)
>
>I was wanting to ask, how is your hubby after the stressful episodes
>that you described recently?
>I hope he is starting to quit by now. If he is not and the subject
>elevates your BP, just don't answer, and we will ask Mike to send his
>gnomes on a special undercover mission!

Thanks for asking, Tiho. DH is still smoking. It's a no-win
situation for both of us. I get pissed when he smokes, but I'm doing
my damnedest (sp??) to not say anything, and he gets pissed if I so
much as wrinkle my nose. I'm still learning to deal with the fact
that the heart attack patient still smokes, but what bothers me the
most is his "fuck you" attitude to anyone who depends on him for any
number of things.

Mike, would you please send out your tallest gnomes, wearing their
pointiest steel toed shoes, to kick DH in the butt? On the other
hand, send all the gnomes, I'll provide a step stool for those that
need it. DH won't be hard to find, his name is Mike, also, and he'll
be the handsome white haired gentlemen OUTSIDE smoking.

Thanks!!
--
BessieBee

"OK, so what's the speed of dark?"
Steven Wright

"BessieBee" wrote

> I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
> by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.

And apparently I needed to do that as this lovely, thoughtful supportive
thread quickly thread degenerated into a discussion of the odiferous
qualities of gnome flatulence.

But, since you wonder-- I survived.
Klonopin and Jack Daniels takes a lot of the rough edges off.
Being delayed 3 hours on the runway in DC waiting to be cleared for takeoff
(storms in West Virginia, or someone in Iowa dropped his hat, or something;
I never got a clear explanation) and I kept zoning out, dozing off and
waking up.

Me: "Are we there yet?"
Marsha: "We haven't left yet."
A half hour later...
Me: "Snort! Are we there?"
Marsha: We haven't even begun to taxi to the end of the runway. I got you a
pillow."
Another half hour passes.
Me: "Snuuuhhh! CHICAGO!"
Marsha: "Still on the runway, sweetie..."
Me: "FUCK! This dope's gonna wear off and I'm gonna be shrieking like Nancy
Kerrigan at 37,000 feet. You'd better warn the flight crew!"

Eventually we took off. The flight was a non-event. I stared fixedly at the
seat in front of me and dozed and woke several times, and we wound up at
O'Hare Airport. There we played a spirited game of Cell Phone Marco Polo
with Steve and Sarah and Nick until we found one another and drove into the
night to meet Crystal and Derek and TJ and Anne & Steve D. and Cat and Ron
and Vanessa and Robin and spouses and kids.

A fuller report must wait until I've had some sleep and I receive the 11,000
photos generated by all present. Suffice it to say there was swimming and
barbecuing and lounging and drinking and schmoozing and.... yes.... karaoke!

More later.

"BessieBee" wrote

> I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
> by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.

And apparently I needed to do that as this lovely, thoughtful supportive
thread quickly thread degenerated into a discussion of the odiferous
qualities of gnome flatulence.

But, since you wonder-- I survived.
Klonopin and Jack Daniels takes a lot of the rough edges off.
Being delayed 3 hours on the runway in DC waiting to be cleared for takeoff
(storms in West Virginia, or someone in Iowa dropped his hat, or something;
I never got a clear explanation) and I kept zoning out, dozing off and
waking up.

Me: "Are we there yet?"
Marsha: "We haven't left yet."
A half hour later...
Me: "Snort! Are we there?"
Marsha: We haven't even begun to taxi to the end of the runway. I got you a
pillow."
Another half hour passes.
Me: "Snuuuhhh! CHICAGO!"
Marsha: "Still on the runway, sweetie..."
Me: "FUCK! This dope's gonna wear off and I'm gonna be shrieking like Nancy
Kerrigan at 37,000 feet. You'd better warn the flight crew!"

Eventually we took off. The flight was a non-event. I stared fixedly at the
seat in front of me and dozed and woke several times, and we wound up at
O'Hare Airport. There we played a spirited game of Cell Phone Marco Polo
with Steve and Sarah and Nick until we found one another and drove into the
night to meet Crystal and Derek and TJ and Anne & Steve D. and Cat and Ron
and Vanessa and Robin and spouses and kids.

A fuller report must wait until I've had some sleep and I receive the 11,000
photos generated by all present. Suffice it to say there was swimming and
barbecuing and lounging and drinking and schmoozing and.... yes.... karaoke!

More later.

On Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:18:24 -0400, " Jef."
<jefo715@BITEMEcomcast.net> wrote:

>A fuller report must wait until I've had some sleep and I receive the 11,000
>photos generated by all present. Suffice it to say there was swimming and
>barbecuing and lounging and drinking and schmoozing and.... yes.... karaoke!
>
>More later.

So glad to hear you've survived. *I* knew you would, though. ;-)

Back in the mid 60s my cousin started her career as a flight attendant
with TWA. (She's survived the demise of TWA and continues to fly for
AA) Anyway, back in her early days (when they wore those jaunty caps,
fitted uniforms and heels) she almost got fired when she made the
announcement at the end of a flight, "We'd like to thank United for
letting us fly their friendly skies." You wouldn't believe what a
stink that caused!!!! :-)

Flying used to be fun....

--
BessieBee

"OK, so what's the speed of dark?"
Steven Wright

On Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:18:24 -0400, " Jef."
<jefo715@BITEMEcomcast.net> wrote:

>A fuller report must wait until I've had some sleep and I receive the 11,000
>photos generated by all present. Suffice it to say there was swimming and
>barbecuing and lounging and drinking and schmoozing and.... yes.... karaoke!
>
>More later.

So glad to hear you've survived. *I* knew you would, though. ;-)

Back in the mid 60s my cousin started her career as a flight attendant
with TWA. (She's survived the demise of TWA and continues to fly for
AA) Anyway, back in her early days (when they wore those jaunty caps,
fitted uniforms and heels) she almost got fired when she made the
announcement at the end of a flight, "We'd like to thank United for
letting us fly their friendly skies." You wouldn't believe what a
stink that caused!!!! :-)

Flying used to be fun....

--
BessieBee

"OK, so what's the speed of dark?"
Steven Wright

On Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:18:24 -0400, " Jef."
<jefo715@BITEMEcomcast.net> wrote:

>
>"BessieBee" wrote
>
>> I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
>> by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.
>
>And apparently I needed to do that as this lovely, thoughtful supportive
>thread quickly thread degenerated into a discussion of the odiferous
>qualities of gnome flatulence.
>
>But, since you wonder-- I survived.
>Klonopin and Jack Daniels takes a lot of the rough edges off.
>Being delayed 3 hours on the runway in DC waiting to be cleared for takeoff
>(storms in West Virginia, or someone in Iowa dropped his hat, or something;
>I never got a clear explanation) and I kept zoning out, dozing off and
>waking up.
>
>Me: "Are we there yet?"
>Marsha: "We haven't left yet."
>A half hour later...
>Me: "Snort! Are we there?"
>Marsha: We haven't even begun to taxi to the end of the runway. I got you a
>pillow."
>Another half hour passes.
>Me: "Snuuuhhh! CHICAGO!"
>Marsha: "Still on the runway, sweetie..."
>Me: "FUCK! This dope's gonna wear off and I'm gonna be shrieking like Nancy
>Kerrigan at 37,000 feet. You'd better warn the flight crew!"
>
>Eventually we took off. The flight was a non-event. I stared fixedly at the
>seat in front of me and dozed and woke several times, and we wound up at
>O'Hare Airport. There we played a spirited game of Cell Phone Marco Polo
>with Steve and Sarah and Nick until we found one another and drove into the
>night to meet Crystal and Derek and TJ and Anne & Steve D. and Cat and Ron
>and Vanessa and Robin and spouses and kids.
>
>A fuller report must wait until I've had some sleep and I receive the 11,000
>photos generated by all present. Suffice it to say there was swimming and
>barbecuing and lounging and drinking and schmoozing and.... yes.... karaoke!
>
>More later.

Let me get this straight. You had a semi-secret meet in Chicago to
which only the elite of AS3 were apparently invited. So now you're
going to post pictures and stories about what a great time *you* all
had so the rest of us not so special people will know what we missed -
what we *weren't* invited to. Gee, I can hardly wait.
Sue who is wondering how many oak leaf clusters she will get for this
post.

On Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:18:24 -0400, " Jef."
<jefo715@BITEMEcomcast.net> wrote:

>
>"BessieBee" wrote
>
>> I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in Chicago
>> by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.
>
>And apparently I needed to do that as this lovely, thoughtful supportive
>thread quickly thread degenerated into a discussion of the odiferous
>qualities of gnome flatulence.
>
>But, since you wonder-- I survived.
>Klonopin and Jack Daniels takes a lot of the rough edges off.
>Being delayed 3 hours on the runway in DC waiting to be cleared for takeoff
>(storms in West Virginia, or someone in Iowa dropped his hat, or something;
>I never got a clear explanation) and I kept zoning out, dozing off and
>waking up.
>
>Me: "Are we there yet?"
>Marsha: "We haven't left yet."
>A half hour later...
>Me: "Snort! Are we there?"
>Marsha: We haven't even begun to taxi to the end of the runway. I got you a
>pillow."
>Another half hour passes.
>Me: "Snuuuhhh! CHICAGO!"
>Marsha: "Still on the runway, sweetie..."
>Me: "FUCK! This dope's gonna wear off and I'm gonna be shrieking like Nancy
>Kerrigan at 37,000 feet. You'd better warn the flight crew!"
>
>Eventually we took off. The flight was a non-event. I stared fixedly at the
>seat in front of me and dozed and woke several times, and we wound up at
>O'Hare Airport. There we played a spirited game of Cell Phone Marco Polo
>with Steve and Sarah and Nick until we found one another and drove into the
>night to meet Crystal and Derek and TJ and Anne & Steve D. and Cat and Ron
>and Vanessa and Robin and spouses and kids.
>
>A fuller report must wait until I've had some sleep and I receive the 11,000
>photos generated by all present. Suffice it to say there was swimming and
>barbecuing and lounging and drinking and schmoozing and.... yes.... karaoke!
>
>More later.

Let me get this straight. You had a semi-secret meet in Chicago to
which only the elite of AS3 were apparently invited. So now you're
going to post pictures and stories about what a great time *you* all
had so the rest of us not so special people will know what we missed -
what we *weren't* invited to. Gee, I can hardly wait.
Sue who is wondering how many oak leaf clusters she will get for this
post.

Sue <sebrady@thegrid.net> wrote in
news:va1ta3pcni4jbsd1go9gqm4cs19luvi22r@4ax.com:

> On Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:18:24 -0400, " Jef."
> <jefo715@BITEMEcomcast.net> wrote:
>
>>
>>"BessieBee" wrote
>>
>>> I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in
>>> Chicago by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.
>>
>>And apparently I needed to do that as this lovely, thoughtful
>>supportive thread quickly thread degenerated into a discussion of the
>>odiferous qualities of gnome flatulence.
>>
>>But, since you wonder-- I survived.
>>Klonopin and Jack Daniels takes a lot of the rough edges off.
>>Being delayed 3 hours on the runway in DC waiting to be cleared for
>>takeoff (storms in West Virginia, or someone in Iowa dropped his hat,
>>or something; I never got a clear explanation) and I kept zoning out,
>>dozing off and waking up.
>>
>>Me: "Are we there yet?"
>>Marsha: "We haven't left yet."
>>A half hour later...
>>Me: "Snort! Are we there?"
>>Marsha: We haven't even begun to taxi to the end of the runway. I got
>>you a pillow."
>>Another half hour passes.
>>Me: "Snuuuhhh! CHICAGO!"
>>Marsha: "Still on the runway, sweetie..."
>>Me: "FUCK! This dope's gonna wear off and I'm gonna be shrieking like
>>Nancy Kerrigan at 37,000 feet. You'd better warn the flight crew!"
>>
>>Eventually we took off. The flight was a non-event. I stared fixedly
>>at the seat in front of me and dozed and woke several times, and we
>>wound up at O'Hare Airport. There we played a spirited game of Cell
>>Phone Marco Polo with Steve and Sarah and Nick until we found one
>>another and drove into the night to meet Crystal and Derek and TJ and
>>Anne & Steve D. and Cat and Ron and Vanessa and Robin and spouses and
>>kids.
>>
>>A fuller report must wait until I've had some sleep and I receive the
>>11,000 photos generated by all present. Suffice it to say there was
>>swimming and barbecuing and lounging and drinking and schmoozing
>>and.... yes.... karaoke!
>>
>>More later.
>
> Let me get this straight. You had a semi-secret meet in Chicago to
> which only the elite of AS3 were apparently invited. So now you're
> going to post pictures and stories about what a great time *you* all
> had so the rest of us not so special people will know what we missed -
> what we *weren't* invited to. Gee, I can hardly wait.
> Sue who is wondering how many oak leaf clusters she will get for this
> post.
>
Exactly my thoughts Sue. Can't *wait* for the pics, welcome to AS3,
membership required. Whatever is an oak leaf cluster for? I have pinecones.

Jbeth.
Eight months, one week, five days, 12 hours, 19 minutes and 37 seconds.
5090 cigarettes not smoked, saving $2,035.77. Life saved: 2 weeks, 3 days,
16 hours, 10 minutes.

Sue <sebrady@thegrid.net> wrote in
news:va1ta3pcni4jbsd1go9gqm4cs19luvi22r@4ax.com:

> On Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:18:24 -0400, " Jef."
> <jefo715@BITEMEcomcast.net> wrote:
>
>>
>>"BessieBee" wrote
>>
>>> I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in
>>> Chicago by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.
>>
>>And apparently I needed to do that as this lovely, thoughtful
>>supportive thread quickly thread degenerated into a discussion of the
>>odiferous qualities of gnome flatulence.
>>
>>But, since you wonder-- I survived.
>>Klonopin and Jack Daniels takes a lot of the rough edges off.
>>Being delayed 3 hours on the runway in DC waiting to be cleared for
>>takeoff (storms in West Virginia, or someone in Iowa dropped his hat,
>>or something; I never got a clear explanation) and I kept zoning out,
>>dozing off and waking up.
>>
>>Me: "Are we there yet?"
>>Marsha: "We haven't left yet."
>>A half hour later...
>>Me: "Snort! Are we there?"
>>Marsha: We haven't even begun to taxi to the end of the runway. I got
>>you a pillow."
>>Another half hour passes.
>>Me: "Snuuuhhh! CHICAGO!"
>>Marsha: "Still on the runway, sweetie..."
>>Me: "FUCK! This dope's gonna wear off and I'm gonna be shrieking like
>>Nancy Kerrigan at 37,000 feet. You'd better warn the flight crew!"
>>
>>Eventually we took off. The flight was a non-event. I stared fixedly
>>at the seat in front of me and dozed and woke several times, and we
>>wound up at O'Hare Airport. There we played a spirited game of Cell
>>Phone Marco Polo with Steve and Sarah and Nick until we found one
>>another and drove into the night to meet Crystal and Derek and TJ and
>>Anne & Steve D. and Cat and Ron and Vanessa and Robin and spouses and
>>kids.
>>
>>A fuller report must wait until I've had some sleep and I receive the
>>11,000 photos generated by all present. Suffice it to say there was
>>swimming and barbecuing and lounging and drinking and schmoozing
>>and.... yes.... karaoke!
>>
>>More later.
>
> Let me get this straight. You had a semi-secret meet in Chicago to
> which only the elite of AS3 were apparently invited. So now you're
> going to post pictures and stories about what a great time *you* all
> had so the rest of us not so special people will know what we missed -
> what we *weren't* invited to. Gee, I can hardly wait.
> Sue who is wondering how many oak leaf clusters she will get for this
> post.
>
Exactly my thoughts Sue. Can't *wait* for the pics, welcome to AS3,
membership required. Whatever is an oak leaf cluster for? I have pinecones.

Jbeth.
Eight months, one week, five days, 12 hours, 19 minutes and 37 seconds.
5090 cigarettes not smoked, saving $2,035.77. Life saved: 2 weeks, 3 days,
16 hours, 10 minutes.

On Tue, 31 Jul 2007 06:40:51 GMT, jbeth
<jbethtoday*getridifthis*@yahoo.com> wrote:

>Sue <sebrady@thegrid.net> wrote in
>news:va1ta3pcni4jbsd1go9gqm4cs19luvi22r@4ax.com :
>
>> On Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:18:24 -0400, " Jef."
>> <jefo715@BITEMEcomcast.net> wrote:
>>
>>>
>>>"BessieBee" wrote
>>>
>>>> I'm sending positive vibes his way, although I'm sure he's in
>>>> Chicago by now. He can save the extra vibes for his trip home.
>>>
>>>And apparently I needed to do that as this lovely, thoughtful
>>>supportive thread quickly thread degenerated into a discussion of the
>>>odiferous qualities of gnome flatulence.
>>>
>>>But, since you wonder-- I survived.
>>>Klonopin and Jack Daniels takes a lot of the rough edges off.
>>>Being delayed 3 hours on the runway in DC waiting to be cleared for
>>>takeoff (storms in West Virginia, or someone in Iowa dropped his hat,
>>>or something; I never got a clear explanation) and I kept zoning out,
>>>dozing off and waking up.
>>>
>>>Me: "Are we there yet?"
>>>Marsha: "We haven't left yet."
>>>A half hour later...
>>>Me: "Snort! Are we there?"
>>>Marsha: We haven't even begun to taxi to the end of the runway. I got
>>>you a pillow."
>>>Another half hour passes.
>>>Me: "Snuuuhhh! CHICAGO!"
>>>Marsha: "Still on the runway, sweetie..."
>>>Me: "FUCK! This dope's gonna wear off and I'm gonna be shrieking like
>>>Nancy Kerrigan at 37,000 feet. You'd better warn the flight crew!"
>>>
>>>Eventually we took off. The flight was a non-event. I stared fixedly
>>>at the seat in front of me and dozed and woke several times, and we
>>>wound up at O'Hare Airport. There we played a spirited game of Cell
>>>Phone Marco Polo with Steve and Sarah and Nick until we found one
>>>another and drove into the night to meet Crystal and Derek and TJ and
>>>Anne & Steve D. and Cat and Ron and Vanessa and Robin and spouses and
>>>kids.
>>>
>>>A fuller report must wait until I've had some sleep and I receive the
>>>11,000 photos generated by all present. Suffice it to say there was
>>>swimming and barbecuing and lounging and drinking and schmoozing
>>>and.... yes.... karaoke!
>>>
>>>More later.
>>
>> Let me get this straight. You had a semi-secret meet in Chicago to
>> which only the elite of AS3 were apparently invited. So now you're
>> going to post pictures and stories about what a great time *you* all
>> had so the rest of us not so special people will know what we missed -
>> what we *weren't* invited to. Gee, I can hardly wait.
>> Sue who is wondering how many oak leaf clusters she will get for this
>> post.
>>
>Exactly my thoughts Sue. Can't *wait* for the pics, welcome to AS3,
>membership required. Whatever is an oak leaf cluster for? I have pinecones.

LOL. THIStime, Ashley and I had a discussion about the various levels
of bitchdom. THIStime pointed out that certain activities garnered
one an oak leaf cluster.
Here's what he had to say:

"The Coveted Oak Leaf Cluster is awarded for a lifetime of disastrous,
horrible faux pas events, showing a monumental, colossal lack of
social skills with irrecoverable consequences. Not ANY asshole can
get one. You have to be a "Born Again Asshole"!

The Supreme Queen Bitch Cluster is similar, but is based on Poison Oak
Leaves.
The following are some of Qualifying Events.

1) Being overcome with uncontrollable laughter at funerals. Extra
credit for singing "The Worms Crawl In, the Works Crawl Out" song.

Oak Leaf Cluster Award, Grade One.

2) Old friend shows up with new girlfriend. Party proceeds, various
forms of intoxication. Current event: Plane crash, short of runway,
many killed. Rousing ridiculing comedy skits of pilot using Radar
Altimeter at low tide.
Friend calls next day: "Her father was the FE on that flight and it
was his voice on the Cabin Area Microphone."

Instant Oak Leaf Cluster Award, Grade Two, With Two Puckered Stars.

3) Division President sends out memo, showing poor understanding of
English Language. Correct it with red marker, grade it "C-", put on
bulletin board in office. Forget all about it.
Year later: President appears, says, "Can you make a copy of this
yearbook proof of my son with the Polaroid Copy Camera? I need it for
the newspaper".
(Son is dying of cancer).
Turn and see President staring at (forgotten) graded paper...

Oak Leaf Cluster Special Award, Supreme Grade Three, with Three
Puckered Stars and Special Enema Nozzle Decoration Bar."

I can't point you to the thread where this was disc