tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post6759197155673425802..comments2008-06-03T17:42:31.363-04:00Josette at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-60933582971722341022008-06-03T17:42:00.000-04:002008-06-03T17:42:00.000-04:00What a cool game! Found your link and decided to play too:<BR/><BR/>http://diaryofafreakmagnet.blogspot.com/2008/06/liar-liar.htmlGingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07997990613645613105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-45676319152600712462008-05-24T21:35:00.000-04:002008-05-24T21:35:00.000-04:00Mick Jagger?!? I got my picture taken with Geraldine Ferraro back in '88. Not quite the same thing. And she didn't kiss me.dianeinjapanhttp://dianeclark.typepad.com/popcorn_and_sushi/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-58755738023324050152008-05-23T22:16:00.000-04:002008-05-23T22:16:00.000-04:00Dude, this is like, the best thing I've read in a LONG TIME. You totally rock.mamatuliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692442843330582571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-49503504593856394302008-05-22T08:11:00.000-04:002008-05-22T08:11:00.000-04:00How come you weren't at my Catholic school? We had our share of fun, for sure, but...<BR/><BR/>Do you have the picture of you and Mick blown up and framed? I mean, shit, how cool is that?Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17350861069153040567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-26410185722227636382008-05-21T12:29:00.000-04:002008-05-21T12:29:00.000-04:00OMG. What an arsenal of great stories you have!<BR/><BR/>I love the bit about the shotgun. My high school mascot was/were "The Mighty Hillmen" -- tough hillbillies, if you will. I remember one year the head cheerleader dressed up in a FUR bikini with a Daniel Boone cap. She used an unloaded shotgun as a baton.<BR/><BR/>Good times.<BR/><BR/>You should read Susie Gilman's "Hypocrite in a Poufy White Dress" for another Jagger encounter.THE MOM BOMBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815316838340973957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-18044580662813847992008-05-20T19:46:00.000-04:002008-05-20T19:46:00.000-04:00Funny stuff! You had me at, "Square Pegs".Mac and Cheesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09886049581948361060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-28910903075014781692008-05-20T09:21:00.000-04:002008-05-20T09:21:00.000-04:00"My mommom told me the other day that she smoked while giving birth in the delivery room."<BR/><BR/>I think that if you can prove that you've eaten enough whole wheat and folic acid throughout your pregnancy, you should definitely be allowed to have one smoke while in the delivery room. Maybe even a martini.Jozet at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-39502078757349835272008-05-20T08:41:00.000-04:002008-05-20T08:41:00.000-04:00Sometimes I wish that times were simpler like they were back in the day when you could pack heat in school. I am pregnant and every mom I know my age ill tell you that you cant do anything but eat whole grains and sit with your feet up. My mommom told me the other day that she smoked while giving birth in the delivery room. Her kids turned out ok, I had a pink mohawk in high school, was I expelled for disruption, NO! I fear the days of gun toting, pink mohawks and smoking preggos are over, alas I will still try my best not to become one of "those" moms. Needless to say I loved this post.Super Blogger Girl!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16146966809657142701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-85735984226474455842008-05-19T22:22:00.000-04:002008-05-19T22:22:00.000-04:00Not nearly as cool as your story, but at 17, my parents let my best friend and I go to the Cape for the weekend with two guy friends. They really and truly were just friends, but it blows my mind that our parents would let us go away alone. <BR/><BR/>Loved your true stories! Although that song about the Redneck Yacht Club is pitiful!Fairly Odd Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974404093257620566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-88618015700063705132008-05-19T20:33:00.000-04:002008-05-19T20:33:00.000-04:00Okay so I don't want to overlook every other bit of awesomeness and general hilarity here, but OMG MICK JAGGER. <BR/><BR/>And how very fab that he was referred to as "aging" even a quarter century years ago.Mom101http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468524489744839899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-9523075723970870002008-05-19T19:22:00.000-04:002008-05-19T19:22:00.000-04:00I cringe to even ask why the hell you know the lyrics to that honky-tonk song...it's funny but painful.<BR/><BR/>but i hear you cluckin' sister on the catholic school uniforms and the supposed "prim and proper" that's is expected to accompany that! i myself am a prodcut of TWELVE years of parochial school (yes you read me right...all the way through my freakin' senior year of high school!) and i am now 37 and just recovering. and i'm in the 37-step recovery program which pretty much entails NOT every stepping foot in a catholic church again as well as trying to find a rational explanation for my kids when they ask me what god is all about! Jeez!! Oh, the scars...Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02195918420671505919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-85882986388098190822008-05-19T18:11:00.000-04:002008-05-19T18:11:00.000-04:00That would have been a cremelo named Sunny and that would have been me falling off on the ol' Saddle Whoop Dee Doo trick.<BR/><BR/>And I think the incident A is referring to happened on Fancy, the red roan Arab.<BR/><BR/>Man, that was some crazy shite.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01306851407588054538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-44600782605289898842008-05-19T14:27:00.000-04:002008-05-19T14:27:00.000-04:00Amy -<BR/><BR/>"I had to do some kind of wild west move and lean really far out of my saddle and grab your horse's bridle to whip his head around..."<BR/><BR/>Eys, the definitely happened, too. And it was Twenty Francs (as per my Seestor's reference) who tried to buck me off in the field one day. I know that someone else fell off as a big buckskin took of through a field - who was that?<BR/><BR/>And, uh, yeah...since I mentioned that I was only 17 and since other members of The Who have already had some questions regarding prurient "interest in children", I thought I'd skip that one out of respect for Baba O'Riley.Jozet at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-40199882173703648792008-05-19T13:36:00.000-04:002008-05-19T13:36:00.000-04:00I can't believe i was the only one to pick the bechamel incident. As for the firearms going to the highschool dance i do remember your pop taking photos of us in our "hillbilly" (good one) costumes holding some large firearms prior to leaving but taking one into the dance had been a little vague until you said that we were questoned by mr. selgrade as to if it was loaded or not. that sounds vaguely familar and i'm sure your brain cells are in much better shape than mine so i'll go along with it. I don't think the "racehorse" was too much of a stretch, you did always choose to ride the "spirited"(skitzy) old thoroughbreds. Still can't believe you didn't sustain a major boo-boo that day. I also remember one wild sprint back to the stables where your horse looked like it was going to fly right through some sort of hedgerow brush thing and i had to do some kind of wild west move and lean really far out of my saddle and grab your horse's bridle to whip his head around and come to a screaching halt. It was downright cinematic. Did that really happen? did i dream it. What made you choose smooching mick jagger over sitting on roger daltry's lap while eating an icecream cone. Too risque? love -aAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-19883933989577978062008-05-19T10:12:00.000-04:002008-05-19T10:12:00.000-04:00Awwwwwww, Kenny....c'mere and I'll give ya a hug and a consolation cookie. It's a Stouffers bitter lemon bar. ;-) xxooJozet at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-24350691843903100702008-05-19T09:39:00.000-04:002008-05-19T09:39:00.000-04:00well, this whole experiment was kind of fun. only problems are... amy still questions the gun thing, the photoshop pic of mick and you, funny, but the bechamel sauce, i bet you get it straight from a can. something like knorr's instant bechamel sauce. just add hot water and serve. the powdered milk will thicken upon standing. is your famous spinach lasagna from stouffers? kenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-84643841380476851352008-05-18T22:15:00.000-04:002008-05-18T22:15:00.000-04:00Carey!<BR/><BR/>I was at the Greek Festival Friday and Sunday! You probably saw me stuffing my face with galaktoboureko! <BR/><BR/>Bechamel is a basic white sauce which is generally scalded milk, flour, butter in some combination. You then add to it to make other sauces.<BR/><BR/>And no, my cousin's name isn't Karen, but it doesn't surprise me that there are similar stories. In fact, I think that kissing Mick Jagger is sort of a six-degrees-of-separation thing: if you've ever kissed anyone, it's a pretty sure bet that you've kissed someone who's kissed someone who's kissed someone who's kissed someone who's kissed someone who's kissed Mick Jagger.Jozet at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-53754107289036530062008-05-18T21:57:00.000-04:002008-05-18T21:57:00.000-04:00This is great! Ok, so this weekend you probably know, was Greek Fest and I saw something with "Béchamel" sauce, what is it?<BR/><BR/>And the whole Mick Jagger story, is your cousin name Karen? Cause a friend at work told me a very similar story...she loved to chase down the "old rockers." Cool stories!Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-50180096730675250392008-05-18T19:28:00.000-04:002008-05-18T19:28:00.000-04:00OMG! That's you and Mick! That's awesome! I can't believe your parents let you go!<BR/><BR/>Also, I drove through a fence when I was 15 in a Ford Gran Torino (Starsky & Hutch car). Kind of like a TV.kristabellahttp://fullofsnark.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-35925182452982358952008-05-18T13:16:00.000-04:002008-05-18T13:16:00.000-04:00I had prior knowledge to know the Mick story was true but how could you have kept a similar gun story from me? LOLJulie Pipperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03169574697104642479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-81562518693911714672008-05-18T07:05:00.000-04:002008-05-18T07:05:00.000-04:00Is it bad that I want to kiss you now so I can say I kissed someone that kissed Mick?? Just kidding. Great photo...did your Mom believe THAT when you called to tell her?Mary Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08923591889426758103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-80440305388003817322008-05-18T00:23:00.000-04:002008-05-18T00:23:00.000-04:00You KISSED Mick Jagger! I bow to your greatness.Tootsie Farklepantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18336671002327112885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-74985274802766110702008-05-17T21:08:00.000-04:002008-05-17T21:08:00.000-04:00I want to know what other aging rock stars you hunted down! And which ones escaped.Chaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05810156368520745972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-32519916157268302982008-05-17T19:31:00.000-04:002008-05-17T19:31:00.000-04:00"Will you add these twenty francs to the seven you have?"<BR/><BR/>"With pleasure, sir; twenty francs are not to be despised. Tell me what I am to do for this."<BR/><BR/>"A very easy thing, if your horse isn't tired."<BR/><BR/>"I tell you he'll go like the wind, - only tell me which way to drive."annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01306851407588054538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-5294448639213250612008-05-17T13:37:00.000-04:002008-05-17T13:37:00.000-04:00"I'm not going to let my teenagers read about how trusting and cool your parents were."<BR/><BR/>You know, I'm still going through a long process of trying to reckon my parents. On one hand, yes, my sister and I were allowed to do some things that seem more than a bit reckless. On the other hand, my dad was a complete worry-wart to the nth degree about other things. Both my parents had pretty long fuses, but there did seem at times to be a bright line and when we passed it...well, let's just say those times I did pass it, my mom was anything but cool about it.<BR/><BR/>But you know, seeing kids riding bikes without helmets and not always being strapped into seat belts and riding in the backs of pick-up trucks on the highway and it not being perceived as something that shouldn't happen due to increased risk, I suppose it wasn't such a far leap to allowing the horseback riding and driving.<BR/><BR/>Me? I'm trying - like most parents, I think - to strike a happy medium between being realistic about the risks and teaching safety and precautions, and my "no" does some a lot quicker than my parents' did, but I am trying to let out the lead line on my kids and allow for bumps and bruises. In 20 years, my eldest daughter might say, "My mom let me practice lutz jumps for a half hour straight, landing on my hips and head - what was she thinking?"<BR/><BR/>But, you know, ask me again in seven years when it's time to get the first driver's permit.Jozet at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.com