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July 13, 2009

Childhood Dreams

Over the weekend I read an interesting article in the local fishwrap.

It was about a retired couple who took 6 months to hike the entire Appalachian trail (cue Mark Sanford jokes). It got me thinking, because when I was just a young Editorial Staff, I read several books about hiking the trail and I don't think I've ever actually walked even a mile of it.

What were some of the things you dreamed of doing when you grew up?

Have you done any of them? Would you still want to do them if you had the chance?

Posted by Cassandra at July 13, 2009 12:17 PM

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What were some of the things you dreamed of doing when you grew up? Have you done any of them?

Geez, didn't waste any time getting around to sex and relationships with this post, did ya?

Posted by: BillT at July 13, 2009 01:09 PM

I don't think she was talking about your editorial "staff." But since we are on the subject, of hiking that is, I always dreamed of hiking the John Muir trail across the top of the Sierra Nevada. Enjoyed some of the trails around Tuolumne Meadows and the high country east of Yosemite and camping trips on it around Mt. Whitney.

Had a good time at Climax, CO. in the Rockies, but that is another story...or maybe THE story. The altitude almost did me in!

Posted by: vet66 at July 13, 2009 01:43 PM

Had a good time at Climax

I *always* have a good time when I clim--

*ducking head-seeking trivet*

--b up 'n' down canyon trails...

Posted by: BillT at July 13, 2009 02:02 PM

The altitude almost did me in!

...and here I was, about to make a cheap wisecrack about the mile high club...

Posted by: Cassandra at July 13, 2009 02:42 PM

...still waiting...

Posted by: BillT at July 13, 2009 03:00 PM

"...canyon trails..."

Never heard it called that before.

Posted by: DL Sly at July 13, 2009 03:30 PM

You'll often find them twixt icy-cold Alpine peaks...

Posted by: BillT at July 13, 2009 03:39 PM

I would think that would be a belittling situation....

Posted by: DL Sly at July 13, 2009 03:56 PM

When I was a whippersnapper, my two movie star heros were Roy Rogers and Fred Astaire. Since I lived in the city, I couldn't see how to get my hands on a horse, so I decided I wanted to be a dancer. Around 11 or 12, the realization that almost every male dancer was "one of those" and peer pressure (hey, this was the stone ages) convinced me to give up that dream. Around 25 or so, I figured out how stupid I was -the only straight male in the corps de ballet? - but it was too late.

OTOH, I wanted to ride a motorcycle across country, too. I've done that 3 times, and not on the freeways.

Posted by: bud at July 13, 2009 04:24 PM

"...canyon trails..."

That wasn't the name of the trail *I* know of. Huh.

As for me, I always wanted to be an astronaut and fly fighters. Applied to the AF Academy but never followed through because I found out I was too short to fly - by a measly 1/2 inch. Dammit.

I've also always wanted to be an EMT - got as far as taking the classes but never went for national certification or employment as the pay for EMTs where I was at the time was minimal and I could make more as a swim coach.

Other than that, getting married, having kids, living a good life...all were on my dream sheet and IMHO all have been accomplished. Now the trick is maintaining the dream.

Posted by: Sly's Wardrobe Mistress at July 13, 2009 04:28 PM

When I was younger than I am now, (I know, hard to believe, but there it is) I wanted to be an astronaut (Pop was in AF), a singer (Aunt and Uncle in the Grand Ol' Opry) or a writer. But by the time I got into jr. high all I wanted to do was play sports. I made what was going to be the 1980 Olympic Team Handball team and was preparing for the track and field trials.....
My life as it is now is about as far from my childhood dreams as it could possibly be.

Posted by: DL Sly at July 13, 2009 04:51 PM

I always wanted to be in musicals or sing opera. There. I said it.

I have also wanted to do a standup routine.

Posted by: Cricket at July 13, 2009 05:30 PM

You do a pretty mean *sit-down* routine whenever you're up late contemplating the demise of your Accounting Tome.

Posted by: DL Sly at July 13, 2009 05:38 PM

Wow! Astronaut, Olympics (gymnastics), pilot. Me too. My knees let me down, however. Began to dislocate when I was 12, took me until I was over 25 to accept that I'm handicapped. I'm 55 and used to it now, but I sometimes fly in my dreams.

Posted by: MathMom at July 13, 2009 05:47 PM

I'm doing it every day.

Posted by: man riding unicycle naked at July 13, 2009 06:27 PM

Although, Cassie, Mary Ann and Fuzzy have done something extraordinary by helping others who watch over and fight for us. MathMom who finished her schooling...well, in fact, I am finishing college because of you guys. Nothing you said, but what you did and how you acted. I think you are helping others live their dreams or accomplish their goals because of your jobs.

Posted by: Cricket at July 13, 2009 09:18 PM

but I sometimes fly in my dreams.

That's probably my most frequent recurring dream.

Posted by: Cassandra at July 13, 2009 09:42 PM


You probably don't realize what a huge inspiration you are to others. But I admire you. More than you will ever know.

You have a quiet strength about you.

Posted by: Cassandra at July 13, 2009 09:44 PM

I wanted to be a singer. In a smoky nightclub just beginning to go sleazy... and wear really awesome gowns. Maybe a cigarette holder was in there too. The piano player would be in love with me, but know he could never have me...

I also wanted to be a writer, but I never got to experience enough almost sleazy smoky nightclubs to gain the experiences needed. And now those have been outlawed.

The moral of this story is do it before it's against the law!

Posted by: Donna B. at July 13, 2009 09:48 PM

Donna, I love that one!

I was relating today's post to MH this evening, and for his part he offers that he always wanted to replace Terry Bradshaw and win four Super Bowls.

Posted by: DL Sly at July 13, 2009 10:14 PM

When I was little, I wanted to be a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader. This was, of course, back in the Tom Landry days.

I was along going to own a ranch with lots of horses, and my dad was going to be the foreman (not that he knows anything about running a ranch or taking care of horses...). I did eventually get to take riding lessons (hunter/jumper, thanks to a birthday present from my parents for a month's worth of lessons, which I loved so much I continued paying for them myself until I moved to Arkansas a couple of years later), but I haven't really been able to ride since June '96.

And, or course, the falling in love, getting married and having a family. Hasn't happened yet, and don't see it on the horizon, which is really depressing, now that I'm 39, my 28 year old sister is engaged to be married to a man 6 months younger than me, and my 24 year old sister also has a long-term boyfriend, and my older brother, though not married, now has a baby girl who will be a year old next month. Then, I see where I am (underemployed, living with my parents) and wonder why I am where I am with no end in sight for my current situation....

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at July 13, 2009 11:10 PM

I wanted to ride a motorcycle across country, too. I've done that 3 times, and not on the freeways.
Posted by: bud at July 13, 2009 04:24 PM

Fun, huh? I've ridden in 48 of these here United States, and several Canadian provinces; I have been to all 50 (57?) States, but have yet to ride a motorcycle in the non-contiguous ones.

Regarding the A.T. (Appalachian Trail) I have hiked bits and pieces of that in most of the States through which it passes. All but Connecticut, I think...

Posted by: camojack at July 14, 2009 12:22 AM

Miss Ladybug, it will happen. I think of you often. You and our Fuzzy. You are both outstanding ladies. I am terrified of horses.

Sly, I have snorted more than once over the 'Verbal Exchange Student.'

Cassie, thanks.

Posted by: Cricket at July 14, 2009 12:50 AM

I love horses. I came off several times, and even got bucked off once...when I got to the stable, my instructor had asked if I was up for a challenge. "Sure!" There was a new, "green" horse that she would have me ride. Toby, while I was tacking him up, had these HUGE, wild eyes. Things were going okay, and I was to canter a figure-eight around the ring. On the last pass across the ring, I got bucked off. Ended up on my feet after doing some sorts roll thing in the sand. Wouldn't you know, that was the first time anyone had come to watch me ride... Luckily, I wasn't hurt, and I got right back up in the saddle. I came to like riding Toby, and now I knew what it felt like when a horse was getting ready to buck, so I could take some action to try to keep that from happening... Except for that time, and once when the horse I was on got spooked (weird weather...), every time I've come off a horse, it was something I did wrong.

As for the other, I hear people tell me it will happen, but that gets harder and harder to believe as time goes by and nothing has changed. It doesn't help matters that most of the time when I'm "out", I'm out with my sisters, and no one is looking at me when they are around - even when the men are more my age than theirs. And, unlike men, when it comes to having children of my own, I have already passed the ideal years for that and am fast approaching the time when that will no longer be a possibility for me, even if I don't have other issues regarding getting and/or staying pregnant. And, I'm sure that potential mates aren't wanting to really think about getting involved with a woman whose "biological clock" is ticking very loudly...

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at July 14, 2009 01:24 AM

I love horses, although I have yet to have the opportunity to own one. I did have a friend who had horses. I loved riding when I would go to her house. I've also done my fair share of hiking, albeit on the West coast's Pacific Crest trail.

"What were some of the things you dreamed of doing when you grew up?"

There's another side to this. Because there are some things that I've been fortunate enough to experience that I would have never dreamed of when I was but a young Padawan. One of which would be jumping out of perfectly good helicopters to fight a raging forest fire. I never in my wildest dreams thought of such a scenario for myself.
Yet there I ended up.
And I loved it!

Another would be the possibility that I would *meet* people such as the incredible woman who owns this site as well as those who frequent these pages an,d call themselves *Villainous*. For that alone, I am grateful that my path did not follow my *childhood dreams*.

Posted by: DL Sly at July 14, 2009 04:24 AM

Miss LadyBug... a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader? I aspired higher! I thought of being a Kilgore Rangerette. The Cowboy cheerleaders had NOTHING on them.

Of course, this was before the torch singer dream.

Posted by: Donna B. at July 14, 2009 04:51 AM

I wanted to be an archaeologist (yup, fedora and all), then a soldier. Couldn't get into the military but ended up a civilian med-evac pilot for a while, tinker on WWII aircraft, teach history and do excavations in my office looking for the notes or book I know I saw there yesterday . . . Oh, and learned how to fall off of horses, both English and Western, and learned how to sword fight.
Still looking for the man of my dreams, but not until after I get my book finished. I'm not a cuddly person the week before a deadline.

Posted by: LittleRed1 at July 14, 2009 09:05 AM

...and learned how to sword fight.

Neat! Saber, rapier, katana, tsurugi, or good ol' beat-down-their-guard-then-cleave-their-skulls broadsword?

Posted by: BillT at July 14, 2009 09:24 AM

I go with the Katana.

Parry! Cut! Thrust!

There can be only one!

Note to Donna B;

If you haven't studied Madelyn Kahn's character in Blazing Saddles or Elizabeth Gracen as Amanda in "Return Of Amanda" from the Highlander series, I suggest you do so. They both portray the "I'm Tired" theme to a tee. Too funny. Too brilliant!

The contemptuous snarl they both play to perfection is classic German bierhaus cheapness with a trace of class.

Posted by: vet66 at July 14, 2009 10:07 AM

Miss Cricket!

I'm certain that I am not the only one to say that I'm proud of you for picking up the books again. I am certain you'll do well in your endeavor. I appreciate the shout-out from you, but truly, you have taken terrible hits, but have come back strong. You are an inspiration to me.

You go, Girl! WOOT!!

Posted by: MathMom at July 14, 2009 10:09 AM

At that point in time, I wasn't familiar with the Rangerettes, as we were living in Germany, but I definitely knew about the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. However, I couldn't even make the DYA cheerleading squad and I never tried out for cheerleading again (this was back before they let all the little girls be on the cheer squad, regardless of talent...I was probably in 6th grade then). I was very disappointed at the time, but I'm probably better off. I don't have the personality for it, anyway - I'm too reserved. Just ask my sisters...

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at July 14, 2009 10:28 AM

I've always wanted to have a chance to roll around and wrestle with a large cat that was tame enough that it probably wouldn't kill me. I don't remember if it was here or maybe on Maggie's Farm that someone posted a YouTube clip of a guy who does that. At once point he disappears under 2-3 large cats at once, prompting the cameraman to call out nervously to ask whether he's still OK under there -- and he is. Heaven!

I have a bunch of big dogs instead.

Posted by: Texan99 at July 14, 2009 11:54 AM

vet66: I haven't watched much of the Highlander series, but now I'll have to look for that one.

And I think it is time to watch Blazing Saddles again too. Thanks for the reminder!

Posted by: Donna B. at July 14, 2009 03:55 PM

I go with the Katana.

Heh. One of the guys in my old Guard outfit brought his in on an off-Drill weekend and we set up a sparring dummy for him in our underground firing range.

Next morning, I brought the broadsword in.

After 20 minutes with my sword, he was complaining

1. that he couldn't do as much damage with his sword as he could with mine and

2. his arms hurt.

Posted by: BillT at July 14, 2009 04:25 PM

I want to round Cape Horn under sail.

I want to drink tea and play chess at a sidewalk cafe in Istanbul/Constantiople.

I want to spit eastward into the face of the Irish Sea from the shores of County Cork.

I want five minutes with the Pope, in private.

Everything else, I've pretty much done..

Posted by: spd rdr at July 14, 2009 07:19 PM

I once dreamed of flying naked over the coast of Southern California (yes, it was literally a dream). For myriad reasons I haven't yet made this dream become a reality, not the least of these being extreme personal modesty and fear of heights. Plus there's the practical matter of my nude aerobatics causing a flap with NORAD and assorted folks who monitor the Terminal Control Area of LAX. At the very least I'd be looking at some pretty hefty fines. I can't afford that. Probably the reason I was flying without clothes in the first place...

Posted by: Scott in OC at July 14, 2009 08:27 PM

If I were to do something dangerous...well, I always thought competing in either the Iditarod or the America's Cup would be totally awesome. Especially the Iditarod.

Posted by: Cricket at July 14, 2009 09:32 PM

Jumping - or even just riding - horses is probably about as dangerous as I'm likely to get. Just this past April, while out at Camp Mabry for their American Heroes Celebration, I saw a man that is part of the Buffalo Soldiers reenactment group there working with a restless horse (I'd been over by where they were giving kids rides on the horses, and one horse was tied up, "pacing" as much as he could. I was sitting on one of the bleachers watching the three newest officers of the TXANG get sworn in. The man was out on the parade ground exercising the horse that had been tied up, and I could tell he was having difficulty controlling the horse. Then, the horse reared up on his hind quarters, the man was thrown, and the horse fell on him... I can only assume he wasn't too seriously injured, as I could tell he was moving while people went to go help him (and I wonder who was able to catch the horse after it ran off...), as I tried finding a story on it over the next few days in the local news, but having a 1500-lb animal fall on you is a good way to get very seriously hurt or killed... But, I also wonder how much the man was to blame for what happened, what with all the pulling on the horse's mouth he was doing...

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at July 14, 2009 10:06 PM

I'm surprised how many are posting about horses. It's just never been a desire of mine to ride them, although I think they are magnificent animals and I love to look at them.

Even though I grew up in southern Colorado where horses and ranches were many, the only horse I "knew" was Old Blue, who skidded logs down steep mountainsides for my Dad. He was never ridden (AFAIK) but understood complicated commands.

And he was white. I never understood the name.

Posted by: Donna B. at July 15, 2009 12:15 AM

I never rode (outside of pony rides at the fests in Germany, which doesn't really count) until I was in my 20s and I got the gift of a month's worth of riding lessons (for an hour, each Saturday morning). However, as a little girl, I was still all about horses: read Black Beauty, Misty of Chincoteague and other horsey books. I'm glad I did learn to ride, and I miss it very much. Would love to get back to it if the opportunity ever presented itself... Still have all my tack stuff (though I don't have a saddle, bridle, girth, as those need to fit the horse, and I've never owned one), collecting dust in my rented storage unit.

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at July 15, 2009 01:15 AM

BillT- Rapier, but I want to learn saber, and eventually the two-handed Elizabethan style (knife in right, sword in the left. Yes, I'm a semi-southpaw.)

Posted by: LittleRed1 at July 15, 2009 10:08 AM

In other news, United Breaks Guitars

Posted by: Cricket at July 15, 2009 11:08 AM

I want to surf the Banzai Pipeline.

I want to pitch to Ted Williams.

I want to fly a sail plane, and I want to land it safely.

I want to see my grandson hit my super-secret whiffle ball twirler, and beat me out to first base.

Other than that, I've pretty much done everything.

Posted by: spd rdr at July 15, 2009 11:39 AM

Although I prefer my unicycle, I would not mind riding horses down the beach here in Key West for a change of pace. Of course, I would need to wear a jock. Otherwise, I would consider that a very dangerous thing.

Posted by: man riding unicycle naked at July 15, 2009 11:55 AM

LR1 -- That style, sword and main-gauche (or in your case, main droit) evolved a bit earlier, during the Italian Renaissance, but proved very popular throughout Europe. Have you thought about using a pair of rapiers rather than rapier and dagger? Someone with the ability to instantly change from a standard right-hand attack to a left-handed one can devastate most opponents.

I still haven't decided what I wanna do when I grow up...

Posted by: BillT at July 15, 2009 12:11 PM

There are still so many things I want to do. I hope I never run out of dreams.

Scott - remind me never to read one of your comments unless I'm alone. I nearly snorted half a cup of coffee :p

Posted by: Cassandra at July 15, 2009 01:11 PM

I've decided that I don't want to grow up.

However, on the short-term goals list I would like to *dream* that the the asshole who decided to plant his car up the tailpipe of mine yesterday decides to come back and remove the *knife* he left in my back and hip. Although, I sincerely doubt that will happen given his lack of driver's license....especially in light of the responding officer's first question upon learning that particular detail, "What the hell were you doing driving in the first place then?!"

Posted by: DL Sly at July 15, 2009 03:05 PM

I want to fall 15 thousand feet screaming and yet walk away.

I want to give Picasso an ice cream stick on a firm beach.

I want to hear the sound of a mouse at Christmas.

I want to float.

Other than that, I've done it all.

Posted by: spd rdr at July 15, 2009 03:09 PM

I wanted to buy back the home and cottage my father's family lost during the depression.


But the things I have been able to do!!!

Posted by: tomg51 at July 15, 2009 03:40 PM

"Other than that, I've done it all."

But, are you still thirsty?
Inquiring minds and all....

Posted by: DL Sly at July 15, 2009 03:43 PM

I want to eat some ice cream with 10 kids who have never tasted the stuff. Breyer's Vanilla is the only thing on the menu.

Imagine the smiles.

Other than that, I'm pretty near complete.

Posted by: spd rdr at July 15, 2009 03:52 PM

Growing old is mandatory.
Growing up is optional.

Posted by: Sly's Wardrobe Mistress at July 15, 2009 03:55 PM

Growing old is mandatory.
Growing up is overrated.

Besides, I like ice cream.

Posted by: spd rdr at July 15, 2009 03:59 PM

I like spd's stuff.

I want to take my entire immediate family to Europe and spend six months exploring the culinary delights of the French countryside, see Normandy, meditate at Utah Beach and go to Britain. There we would see Sherwood Forest, Holyrood Castle and go through Traitor's Gate.
I would also explore Britain's culinary offerings in country pubs.

Then on to Spain to see the Alhambra, take in a bullfight. Italy has opera, art, history, and cuisine.

Greece. Turkey. Morocco. Egypt. I would love to spend at least a month or more in each country,
getting to know the history, music, art, and cuisine and the people.

I would return home, fatter and wiser.

Posted by: Cricket at July 15, 2009 09:21 PM

Had the same dream of hiking the Appalachian Trail when I was a teen.
It never came to be.
Ended up spending 27 years either in or around the military... 18 of those overseas.
Now... I live very near a portion of the trail in NY State. In fact, I drive right along and next to a portion of it when I visit my daughter in Wappingers Falls.
I'm reminded of my long-ago dream each time I do.
A bad heart and a go-round with cancer has sapped
my stamina, so that now it's become the "Impossible Dream."

Posted by: snuffyny at July 15, 2009 09:25 PM


WRT travel, I'm sure my list would of childhood dreams would be much longer but for that fact my father was in the Army and we lived in Germany. I have still spent more time living in Augsburg than any other city, though Austin is catching up since my return 4.5 years ago. We went many places in Germany, some places in Austria. I was able to go to Switzerland once, on a day trip. I was in Florence for a week on a HS study trip. Went to London for a week with the Girl Scouts my senior year. Never got to France or Spain. Still want to go to Ireland - I have ancestry there; and Scotland would be nice to see, too. Maybe someday...

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at July 15, 2009 10:55 PM

"...Wappingers Falls..."

I swung and missed a chance at love in Wappingers Falls in 1973. I wonder how life worked out for her?

Good luck, Snuffy. And remember, you don't have to walk the whole Appalachian Trail to be able to say truthfully that you hiked it. A quarter mile should accomplish you dream.

Posted by: spd rdr at July 16, 2009 09:06 AM

"...Wappingers Falls..."

S-l-l-l-o-o-o-w-w-w-l-l-y I turned, step by step, inch by inch...

Posted by: BillT at July 16, 2009 12:02 PM

As coincindence would have it, Bill, her name was Susquehanna, or something close, like Delaware.

Posted by: spd rdr at July 16, 2009 01:49 PM

"I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag." - "Moonlight" Graham

Maybe something like that.
Snuffy, I'd walk with you as far as you want to go. But I'm not the walker I used to be, either. I'd like to go to Philmont (because I missed out going in 1972 and '73) with my teen-age son next summer, but between the lack of money and my general crappy fitness, I think that will remain just a dream.

And be young again. Yeah, that's a dream.

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at July 16, 2009 01:52 PM

And be young again.

I'll pass. If I had to live through KtLW's menopause a second time, I'd drive into a bridge abutment...

Posted by: BillT at July 16, 2009 02:17 PM

If I had to live through KtLW's menopause a second time, I'd drive into a bridge abutment...


When the spouse deployed to Iraq, I told people he was looking forward to the relative peace and quiet :p

Posted by: Cassandra at July 16, 2009 02:29 PM

True -- there's something strangely *soothing* about the sound of sustained automatic weapons fire...

Posted by: BillT at July 16, 2009 03:35 PM

I want to skip a thousand stones into the Long Island Sound while talking baseball.

I want to spin away the evening again on a friendly porch in the Black Hills.

I want to be brave the next time I confront a big-assed bear, and I hope that will be never.

I want sprinkles on my soft cone on an August night.

I want to own 30 cars without a single cup holder.

I want to be that guy.

And finally, I want Grace Kelly to wake me up and tell me that I'm dreaming.

Other that that, yada yada ...

Posted by: spd rdr at July 16, 2009 05:34 PM

Grew up on a farm that was located on a low level route in Georgia. Time and again I'd be driving my tractor around and a pair of Ga ANG F-105s would come smoking overhead at 500' & 450kts! Finally made up my mind I was gonna fly fighters. Took me two years to get into the AF Academy, four years to graduate, a year and half in pilot training, and FINALLY I got my dream--an A-10A! Flew 'em throughout the 80s, and F-16s throughout the 90s and into this decade. Now am too old to fly fighters, am about to retire and have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life!


Posted by: Tater at July 17, 2009 04:26 PM

inch by inch...

I am still vacillating on the menopause bit. In cyberspace, no one can hear me scream.

Except Sigourney Weaver.

Posted by: Cricket at July 18, 2009 01:23 AM

I am still vacillating on the menopause bit.

Typical exchange in our kitchen:

KtLW: "While you're over there, get me the thing."

Me: "Which 'thing'?"

KtLW: "The thing. The *thing*! Are you dense?"

Me: "Could I have a hint as to the function or color of the '*thing*'?"

KtLW: "You idiot -- I'll get it myself."

*cue exasperated sigh as KtLW reaches down and pulls a collander from a storage cabinet*

Three days later, same scene, same characters.

Typical exchange in our kitchen:

KtLW: "While you're over there, get me the thing."

(Aha -- 'thing' is code word for collander, remembers I)

*reaches down into storage cabinet and triumphantly produces collander*

KtLW: "WTF is *that*?"

Me: "Ummmmm -- the 'thing'?"

KtLW: "No, no, NO! The thing. The *thing*! Geez, you're hopeless!"

*cue exasperated sigh as KtLW reaches up and pulls a Pyrex measuring cup from the condiment pantry*

Multiply by fifty-two similar exchanges per year over the preceding twenty years...

Posted by: BillT at July 18, 2009 06:23 AM

...except since June 2007.

Now, if she wants a thing, it has to be available in SWA and she has to describe it in an e-mail.

Posted by: BillT at July 18, 2009 06:32 AM

"Posted by: BillT at July 18, 2009 06:23 AM"
"Posted by: BillT at July 18, 2009 06:32 AM"
No comment!

*Looks over shoulder and smiles at Walkin' Boss as she fills in the Work Detail listings, aka *things* to be done for the day*

Dreams? maybe half done, the rest have migrated to the bucket list and I think that I'll keep them to myself for fear of putting the double-whammy, broken-heart, crack-o-dawn, irreversibly bollixed jinx on em. As I have observed and someone once said, man plans, G-d laughs...

Posted by: bthun at July 18, 2009 11:26 AM