Kat, or maybe it was akabukowski, once said to me that everyone thinks their life would make a good book.
She is probably right. What do you think?
Here is your chance.
Let's all tell stories from our experiences as we traveled through time.
Ahh, but there has to be rules. They will be pretty loose, but rules there must be.
1. It can be any experience that you want to tell us about.
2. It can be as short as one line. Or as long as fifty. Anything over thirty will be deleted.
3.You do not have to end the story at fiftyy lines, but you have to quit writing at the end of fiftyy lines. You can not post again until at least one other person has posted something.
This ensures that everyone gets a chance.
4.You can continue on the same subject or jump to a new one.
5. Nothing is required to be in chronological order.
6. Very Graphic Sexual discriptions should be posted in the sex talk group. You can direct us to go there if we want to read about it.
7. No one will be checking the facts
8. Additional rules will be posted and implemented as I see fit.
Step right up and post. who knows, the next knock on your door may be Spielberg asking for the movie rights.
I don't think we've had to show our feminine side since the '80s, funes......its not required anymore, although probably well received in many circles.
Those walls might be mauve.
I just said that to be a smartass....I don't really know what color mauve really is.
Reply by Merry
I feel like a nap just reading that, gadzooks!!
This is probably the most unexpectedly eventful summer of my life.
Just a snapshot of the past 2 weeks:
August 16th •rushed to the emergency room because my dad has
a bout of conjestive heart failure. All of us were worried to death
August 17th •visited dad at hospital...He was released same afternoon after a battery of test.
August 18th •took loooooong journey (7 hrs) to Buffalo for cousin's wedding
August 19th •rode Maid of the Mist/ Niagara, an awesome spiritual experience
• had my hair styled (1st time in over a decade).
• went to cousin's wedding later that afternoon.
August 20th • crossed the Canadian border in the morning.
(My mom did not have her passport)
•toured Toronto on the hop on-hop off bus.
•cruised on the murky waters of Toronto harbor
•drove back to the hotel in Buffalo praying that border patrol would let
my mom back into the US w/o her passport.
The experience was harrowing but my very spunky mom got back in.
• had a nightmare that evening - my family was involved in a collision
August 21 th •drove home to Rockland County (the scenic route)
•stopped at Syracuse University for a potty and lunch break. My mom
discovered she left her wallet w/ $300+ in the hotel in Buffalo.
•All hell broke loose in the car.
• We ate at a Chinese restaurant. I got indigestion and my
sister (the driver) got lethargic from MSG. I ended up driving the
rest of way through periods of torrential rain. Thinking about
my nightmare, I chanted my "Our Father.. and Hail Mary" in my head.
I could not see anything beyond the windshield at times.
•weather cleared as we headed further south.
•stopped by SUNY Cortland along the way to see the college
my son wants to attend. In my mind: "No way Jose!"
• arrived home past 10 pm.
August 22 th •drove to Villanova to settle my daughter in her new dorm
off- campus (Kaul Hall- Rosemont College)-beautiful, large
dorm facing a meadow, unfortunately haunted. lol
•returned home w.my daughter & sister intending to go back
to Villanova the next day. I had to settle things with financial
aid and we had to figure out the shuttle service and buy
stuff for the dorm. We arrived home past midnight.
August 23 th •returned to Villanova, PA again (125 miles away) early in the morning.
En route, I got a call from my son saying he was in a car accident
and the cop wanted to speak w.me...I spoke harriedly w/the cop while on
the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Apparently, my car was wrecked and
needed towing ASAP!
In my head: "Oh My God! Oh My God!" Perhaps during those
Oh My God! moments the earthquake happened. My daughter
said she felt it...We arrived at Villanova University and I'm wondering
why so many people were on the lawn. (Earthquake evacuation).
• We got what needed to be done then settle my daughter in her
off campus dorm. She was reluctant to stay behind. We left
her and returned home.
August 24 th • Daughter called home early the next day saying her room is haunted.
She claimed she saw the vase on her room mate’s shelf by the window
shatter at 3 am. The windows were closed then. She was frightened
and peed on the bed. (sigh) My sister instructed her to throw out the
bed sheets. We all called residential life to see if she could get transferred
to an on campus dorm. The lady in charge, a bitch, said
she'd work on it. My daughter called later again hysterical that the shuttle
to campus had not arrived yet. (sigh) I got a call from my enrollment
advisor asking me if I have done the orientation and registered for
classes. I told her my mind is in turmoil and am thinking of deferring
enrollment until next year. She said she'd call me back Friday to confirm
ResLife biatch emailed my daughter and me about a possible vacancy.
We had to wait for further instruction. In the meantime, I mulled over
my transportation...surfed the net looking for car deals and thinking to
myself what scammers. I was on the Hundai website looking at amazing
deals- $13- 14,000 for a decent sedan. I found out that air conditioner,
automatic transmission, sound system, etc ARE OPTIONAL. I'm surprised
they didn't put brakes and windshield wipers as optional too. (snorts)
August 25 th • got a call from my daughter saying that there is a vacancy on campus.
I replied saying I'd be there tomorrow to help her move. I'm worried
because it was announced Hurricane Irene is impending.
• continued my car search.....lots of sneaky representatives.
•picked up my son from football...he was injured and has to stay
off his foot the next day. (Mama's not feeling too compassionate
after he just wrecked my car.) He knew I could blow a fuse so he
didn't complain that I didn’t feed him. Grandma took pity and gave
him money to eat because he’s hungry. Lol
• sat mulling over my package of textbooks that arrived the previous day.
My mom told me to suck it up and begin my masters program.
August 26 th • called enrollment advisor to confirm that I would be beginning the program.
• drove w/ mom to Villanova (125 miles away) for the 3rd time
this week w/much trepidation. All over the radio is gloom and doom about
impending Hurricane Irene. They announced that The Garden State
Parkway would be closed at 8:00 in the evening. We were on the
Parkway at the time of the announcement.
• arrived on campus to help my daughter vacate her haunted dorms. All the
other kids in the bldg are antsy because of the impending storm. My daughter
told me she wants to come home too. We got into an argument because I
know SOMEONE (me) would have to take the brat back to Villanova on Monday
for classes. She won the argument using emotional blackmail. lol
• helped daughter dump her clothes and stuff into my parents' van drove
to the new dorm on campus (St. Rita) It was twice as small as her
original dorm, but well lit and centrally located. Too bad it’s facing the
cemetery. I seriously doubt dead nuns go a-haunting anyway.
There is no elevator in the darn building so after 5 rounds of carrying
the heavy stuff, I sat down in her dorm and refused to continue knowing
I had that long drive ahead of us. She got another student to help her
move the fridge and rest of her stuff, but she did make me move her bed.
• We left at about 7 pm. I was nervous about the evacuation traffic.
It was horrendous on the other side when we were coming in earlier.
I guess a lot of people were fearful because there was no traffic, but the
sight that greeted me on the NJ Turnpike heading north was ominous. It
looked like an Armageddon scene hovering over NYC and Central NJ.
I feel it in my gut Irene is definitely on her warpath. BRACE yourselves.
August 27 th • waiting for Irene with nonchalance. BRING IT ON!!!!
Back in '97 I was working for a Graphics/Litho company that had as its main source of income the printing of X-rated magazines. As part of a way to streamline our process I was collaborating with a software engineer from another company - she had a super duper computer that automated some coloring methods. I was under orders from higher ups to never allow her to come to our factory because of the nature of our business - which meant I had to drag my equipment to her office in eastern Connecticut every few weeks.
Eventually her boss insisted she come out to visit my company and report on the progress we had made. For two weeks I made it clear to my boss that there was no way I was going to meet her at the reception area and parade her through a maze of Double D Housewives, Barely 18, and Horny Slut magazines coming off the presses. Someone else would have to escort her to my office. Of course, on the day she arrived everyone was mysteriously absent and I had to go down and welcome her. However, she didn't appear that taken aback by the scenery and we had a laugh over how uncomfortable I was about bringing her through our erotica shop.
And she did get a kick out of our 4 foot vagina poster. ( For research purposes )
When I was in the School for American Craftsman, the other freshman in my class's roomate, well , his Dad was the head of an advertising agency. And I was ,I forget why I was heading there to meet them, we were in NYC and I was just dreading meeting this man and his wife. I thought it would be stuffy and horrible and uncomfortable and I'd be climbing the walls to get out of there. You know , sort of like STAMFORD, CT where half the people are incredibly stuck up and don't even have anything to be stuck up about. Common courtesy is something they cannot afford.
Anyhoo, George met me at the door in his stocking feet. I was expecting a butler. We shot the shit for a long time just like old friends meeting on the street. It was the best conversation that I ever had with someone that I had never met before. He had an extensive collection of art and he was just like a kid talking about what he collected and I recognized alot the work. He was also a friend of Diane Arbus's. How's that for dropping a name, heh? It was one of my favorite conversations of all time period. Some time afterwards his son came up to me and said that his parents really liked me and they had invited me back but for one reason or another I never went and kept that address written on a MickeyD's frenchfry wrapper in my wallet for ever. Maybe it was just perfect the way that it was. Great conversation is one of the finer things in life. I wish I had a better memory to remember these things with.