Comments on: Busy Weekend Meme

By: Rachelle Black

Rachelle Black — Wed, 22 Nov 2006 18:40:00 +0000

Hello there my dear,
Well, I can’t cut and paste… how about you send it to my email? I would love to put it on my site, what fun!
Slainte~
Rachelle
wyattblack@earthlink.net

By: Rachelle Black

Rachelle Black — Wed, 22 Nov 2006 18:39:00 +0000

Hello there my dear,
Well, I can’t cut and paste… how about you send it to my email? I would love to put it on my site, what fun!
Slainte~
Rachelle
wyattblack@earthlink.net

By: The Mumma

The Mumma — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 11:34:00 +0000

You’ve never sung karaoke??????? You haven’t LIVED, QD!

By: Brooke

Brooke — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 06:49:00 +0000

Did anyone else notice there is no #98? lol

By: QuillDancer

QuillDancer — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 02:20:00 +0000

Two years ago I actually stepped out from behind my walls and trusted — and I’ll sum that experience up by saying, I don’t seem to choose men very well.

By: O Ceallaigh

O Ceallaigh — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 02:12:00 +0000

Interesting. You “failed” in precisely the way that would, I think, have saved our marriage if my partner had adopted it. Dude must have been really insecure – a failing with which I am all too intimately familiar, and never mind anyone else.

Such experiences build walls. I hope you have allowed yourself a loophole or two through which you may peek from time to time.

By: QuillDancer

QuillDancer — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:56:00 +0000

When love goes wrong what is left but madness? And I am not certain alcohol is any better excuse than another — or anymore painful. Broken promises, broken expectations, broken trust — it wounds no matter what guise it wears.

I wasn’t the only injured party. I failed my husband by overcoming my shyness and developing a self-confidence he found very daunting. He said I didn’t need him enough. I couldn’t make him understand that want should have more value than need.

By: O Ceallaigh

O Ceallaigh — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:47:00 +0000

Q – no, it’s not. At least mine did not involve alcohol. Or third parties. Madness, yes …

By: QuillDancer

QuillDancer — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:42:00 +0000

Kat — I’ve eaten friend grasshopper, chocolate covered ants, squid, octopus, frog, alligator … I haven’t eaten the cockroaches — shudder but I’ve murdered a good many of them. (Not enough, though. Not nearly enough.)

By: Kat

Kat — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:33:00 +0000

You’ve touched a cockroach and eaten sushi and are still alive to tell about it. I’m impressed.

By: QuillDancer

QuillDancer — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:27:00 +0000

OC — boring is not a word I would use to decribe you. I’ve read about your road trips.

I am very sorry to hwear about #75. I’ve been there and it isn’t a comfortable place.

As to #132, I live in the desert southwest, in their territory, and I can’t seem to convince them to move.

By: O Ceallaigh

O Ceallaigh — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 00:38:00 +0000

Ayup: 6,8,11,12-14,17,19-20,22-25,27,29-33,38-39,41-42,44,47,49,53-54,56-60,62-65,69,72,77,82,84,86-90,92,96,113,116-118,120,127-8,132,135,141,147

Stories and comments:

15. Once attended an Ohio State-Minnesota college football game. When Minnesota first crossed the 50-yard line, second quarter, OSU up 33-zip, the faculty wife in the seat next to mine started yelling “Spear him (their quarterback)! Spear him!” I left at halftime. Have never been in a major sports stadium since. This was 1981.

37. I lived in New Zealand. Came home and people I knew well said “You talk funny”.

75. Pending.

89. Mind you, it was just a midnight stopover on a round-the-world flight …

120. It was a hog-nosed snake, a native of Eastern North America that tries its hardest to look like a dangerous viper. Freaked my poor father (petrified of snakes) right out …

132. Dissected. Professional duties. Perhaps also professional courtesy.

147. But they call what I was “an announcer” now. DJs do parties, not name the tunes on pothead radio.

I’m more boring than you, nyah nyah.

By: QuillDancer

QuillDancer — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 23:22:00 +0000

Jackie — I remember #31 after Kenny’s funneral. You felt better but the rest of us had our hair standing on end. You know, my friend Linda and I tried it after Joanne died and it really did help. We drove out into the middle of the wheat field so there was no one around and just screamed — and then we cried.

Jan — you’re welcome to it! That’s how I got it! I’ll be over to read it in just a bit.

Nessa — so, how would your list look? No less surprising, I bet.

By: goldennib

goldennib — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 20:35:00 +0000

Wow, what an amazing list. You’ve done some very interesting things.

By: Jan

Jan — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 18:56:00 +0000

Quilly, I stole this and posted it to my blog…hehehehe. 1,6-9,13,15,17,19-24,26,27,29-34,36-38,41,42,45,47-49,52,55-60,62-65,68,71-78,84,86-88,95,96,100,102,104,106-108,110,111,113,115-119,125,127-130,132-138,141,144,146,148-150! Whew, now I am tired!