It’s Like Open Mic Only Different
Here’s how it works.
It’s like any rambling conversation. Don’t try to read it all. Jump in whenever you get here. Just go to the end and start talking. EVERYONE is WELCOME.
The rules are simple — be nice.
There are always first timers and new things to talk about. It’s sort of half “Cheers” part “Friends” and part video game. You don’t know how much fun it is until you try it.
. . . Remember When Life Was Easy and School Was Hard?
Every year the first days of school bring back the idea of new clothes, new pads of paper, new supplies. Tonight it’s about school days”
- remember firsts from school?
- what did we take for granted?
- what do we wish we could have back from school days now?
- what did we think was hard that was really easy?
ahem . . .
And, whatever else comes up, including THE EVER POPULAR, Basil the code-writing donkey . . . and flamenco dancing (because we always get off topic, anyway.)
Oh, and bring example links to share —
–ME “Liz” Strauss
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What is Tuesday Open Comment Night?
am I on time? Can be late for school.
Hello!
Hi Trisha, we must be the keeners!
Welcome Glenda and Trisha!
Don’t you wish life were as easy as just going to school?
“Keeners”
That’s a new one on me. 🙂
aw, what’s wrong with “keeners”, teacher?
Nothing wrong. Never heard it before, that’s all. 🙂
I wish life was still easier!
:::::slipping into the desk and plopping down my books::::
Yo, class.
Hi Glenda,
See you were never in for detention:)
Although some things don’t feel that different. I am still chained to my desk, doing homework, though sometimes I do get paid for it now.
Yo, Karen!
Ain’t you cool?!!
This was always my problem with School, I ended up late because I got distracted a bit to more important things like Breadfast, Gene London, Sally Starr, Popeye.
Hey Liz, Hey All.
Hi Joe,
Somehow I’m starting to feel Like I’ve landed in the middle of a sitcom!!
Hi everyone,
I liked school until I was about 15.
Karen, how’s the ebook? 🙂
Liz, actually, I almost had a detention once for talking, believe it or not!
Suzie, we used to call detention, Jug.
Don’t ask me why, but that is what it was always called in my neighborhood.
Ah, Liz I was never the cool kid in school!
Hi Suzie!
Glad to see you, even when you’re not feeling so hot!
Glenda, I can totally believe that!
Glenda,
Details! Have to hear that story!
Joe I like that Jug
Glenda- talking and passing notes got me into strife and onto detention.
It isn’t fair; there’s so much cool stuff for school now. Going to Staples, i almost want to go back to school!
Liz,
It’s going slow. I have writer’s block– something that’s unusual for me!
Karen,
Writer’s block usually happens when we don’t really know what we want to say. Set it down and figure out what your point is. 🙂
I went to a Catholic high school, and they called detention Jug there, too, Joe. Nobody dare ask why. For fear of getting some.
Oh, and by the way, I FINALLY MADE IT HERE! Hiya, Liz!
@ Liz- think congestion is to do with releasing stuff- plus a little self sabotage. The book has been a bit of a catalyst
@ Glenda don’t you just love what kids have now
Liz, I have writers block more often than I’d like to admit. I have a good idea, a fair outline, and then can’t come up with anything that makes a decent post. 🙁
Not good, maybe I should go back to English class?
Hiya! Rick Wolff!
Welcome to Open comment night!
writers block- good point Liz, I must use that on my blog, I really should be writing blog posts now:(
Rick, I wasn’t sure if it was just us Papes or what, but I was always afraid to ask what it meant too!
I’ve been jotting notes, yet putting the actual writing off. I keep waiting for my kids to go back to school so I can think. Or, is that an excuse? 🙂
@ Joe I have a book of blog post ideas, plus about 50 drafts at various stages. I know what you mean
ok, it was Grade Seven with Mr. Dingledorp. We working to be working silently. I didn’t understand something so I asked the girl beside me. He booms out, “Glenda, keep that up and you’ll have a detention.” I was mortified. When Mom came for me after school [she was a teacher too] and I told her, she laughed. My previous teachers tried encouraging me to talk. Adults.
I came close to going to NYU film school. Imagine it: NYC is your backdrop, (pre-9/11), scholarship pays the budget, your imagination is your limit, it’s all you do all day besides eat, no mortgage, no dependents.
Go sit somewhere that has lots of space and stare at the sky until you get bored.
Rats, middle kid has come in to remind me that I promised to take her shopping for school clothes tonight. I have to skip out. 🙁 Bye all!
Skipping detention, Karen,
Not good!
See you later! 🙂
Sometime I think I learn more on a Tuesday nights than I did in Classes in “real” school. 🙂
Karen, just start writing the first words the come to mind. If you get stuck, put xxx and keep going. Don’t edit yourself at this point.
The Tuesday Night Breakfast Club!
Hi all, I’m working on powerpoint slides for faculty development workshop I’m doing for University of South Florida-Sarasota faculty on Friday!
Rick Wolff
How goes the new blog initiative?
Dingledorp?
Dingledorp?
Okay, give . . .
Hi Delaney,
Boy it’s about time that the faculty went to school!
lol Rick, not his real name. The one we called him, behind his back!
Sitting out on the front deck and hearing Mr Softee tune playing down the street.
When that stops, IT’S REALLY BACK TO SCHOOL TIME!
Actually, Liz, ideas are coming fast and furious. Not earth-shaking, but definitely bloggable. Feels like a garage sale in my brain. Except when I pull out an old idea, a new one takes its place! You’ll see my word count go down, too. That’s just natural.
#41 Great advice, Glenda!
But you didn’t distract me.
I still want to know about you getting detention for talking too much. 🙂
Hi Liz. Pushing a button for faculty when indicating we don’t work in the summer. We just don’t teach. I’ve done numerous workshops, written and submitted 2 journal articles, updated my lecture notes…etc…
Seems an obvious trick, but when I get a blog idea, I make a draft in WordPress immediately. Sometimes just a cryptic few words in the title bar. Making sure to fix the automatically generated URL so it makes sense before publishing.
liz, see #35`
((slips quietly into back row, sticks gum to underside of desk and slumps in chair}}
so let me get this straight,
While Rick Wolff was in film school making a movie about Dingledorp, Glenda was talking to a 7th grade girl about her mom laughing at adults . . . and Joe was eating breakfast on a Tuesday night while Delaney was thinking about shopping at the University of South Florida. Did I get that right?
Hi Marti…yep, we teachers DO notice you!
My first day of school:
I then began Grade 1 in my purple heather sweater and purple plaid kilt. I was one bonnie lass!
School was an older building; actually, it consisted of two buildings and a portable. The main building had four or five classrooms for the primary grades, the staff room, changing room and the principalââ¬â¢s office. The older kids were upstairs in the other building, accessible by a long, steep ramp.
As this was before integration and mainstreaming had been invented, all the Special Ed students went to this school, which was actually an annex of a larger school, several blocks away. This was definitely segregation. But, at that age, I didnââ¬â¢t know any differently. I was excited to be starting school with my new notebooks, crayons and lefty scissors. And, I do remember hating missing school when I was sick. It was so boring to stay home.
My clue that summer’s starting to end: the crickets’ volume goes up. It’s a racket right now. Then you see the occasional renegade tree turn color. That’s actually a little scary.
Wasn’t Dingledorp some school’s headmaster? Or was that in a movie?
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Marti, take that out from under your desk and put it back in your mouth!!! :-&
Hey Marti!
Marti,
I see you. What’s the slump about?
Rick,
I have about 60 started post like that. They often save me when I wake up with no ideas. 🙂
Rick, my clue that Autumn is approaching is the commercials for the Renaissance Faire.
This is the first time in 25 years I have not had a child returning to school. It is liberating and terrifying all at the same time.
Hi Delaney! Knew you’d spot me.
My report cards always said, “Talks too much” – LOL
[Glenda throws a paper ball at Joe]
Liz, I was trying to hide my tardiness…didn’t work – LOL
I wish the biggest problem in school was smoking behind the gym LOL
{{Marti slips Joe a note folded into a triangle and covered with puppie stickers}}
Liz, I’ve just got 5 or 6, but then I’ll find an even more immediate one. (This open-mic will suffice as my blog post today, though.)
First time here. Let’s see. I’m always the overly prepared one personally and as the mom of a school-age kiddo. I stress out for days making sure everything is just perfect, but it turns out I always end up forgetting something! And it’s usually my head!
OK, I’m going back to work. Discussing what faculty should do the first day of class. Need to decide what “I’m” doing that day also…
Could someone pass me a Klondike? Need the sugar high!
I’ve got to go everyone – I’m pretty worn out and I should try to do some more writing tonight!
Have fun!
I just got a Skype call from my wife, in the next room, through wifi. And she doesn’t think she’s a geek. Hah!
I was always straigh “A”s in grade school, but once I found girls were cute, my grades went down as much as my attention to girls went up.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking too it!
Bye Delaney and Trish, sorry I didn’t have longer to chat with you!
Hello Kim! Delighted to meet you!
Welcome JennyDecki and Kim Fenolio
If these guys weren’t so entertaining, I would have let you out of moderation sooner. Sorry you had to wait. 🙂
Ha! Rick!
Gosh how could anyone survive in the world today without a little geekiness?
I definitely had a stronger delineation on the beginning and ending of summer. Now in the fall, I get stuck behind a school bus, and it’s a revelation. I remember having a feeling of impending dread as the leaves turned, for years after my graduation. Oddly, I miss that a little.
Rick, I call my kids on the cell phone when they are in their bedrooms – LOL
I wasn’t here to see it, but daughter said she went down and waved at the school bus when it went by, first time in 13 years without her on it. Gave me a tear and a smile.
Joe, my junior year in HS was my last in an-all boys Catholic school. I too discovered girls! People think I couldn’t hack the discipline with the priests. IT’s a longer story.
Every August I get the urge to buy new clothes!
Marti, my wife sometimes IMs me when dinner’s ready, from downstairs. Sometimes she has to yell up the stairs to turn on my IM. I ask her, “Why don’t you just tell me what you want?”
Liz, does Illinois have the “back to school tax holiday”? Missouri does it the first weekend of August. Purchases of school supplies, computers, clothes etc are not charged sales tax. Good time to shop, even if you have no back-to-schoolers – LOL
If my husband IM’d me, it would be from 10 feet away, our condo isn’t that big. 🙂
Just before I go to write blog posts, have some school yard fun- who is for a game of hopsctoch- I have the chalk.
I have a taw stone
That’s funny, Rick!
I actually enjoyed school a great deal. I love learning new things, even now that I’m old and crotchety.
🙂
My first day of Kindergarten I walked over to the shorty counter top. I placed my hand on this thing that looked similar to a robotic monster mouth. I’d never seen something so peculiar in my many years. I put my thumb in it’s mouth to check for teeth and pushed down on the top.
That was the day I learned what a stapler was.
Marti,
I don’t think so. Sounds familiar, though, maybe Texas had one when Eric was growing up.
From Grade Seven with Dingledorp:
Within a couple of months, the school needed a full-time vice-principal; much to our disappointment, we lost our great teacher. Another one was hired to fill his position. We quickly discovered that our new teacher had some unconventional teaching methods, which caused a few waves. His first day he came in and ripped down all of the spelling tests from the wall. I donââ¬â¢t know if he felt we were too old to have work up on the wall or if he wanted the space for something else. Either way, I felt it was hurtful and disrespectful. Things didnââ¬â¢t improve from there. Being typical Grade 7 kids, we soon had a few choice nicknames for him. As far as I know, his teaching contract was not renewed at the end of the year.
But, he did have us do one exercise regularly to get us writing. He would pick a word, like cars, and we had five minutes to write as much as we could about cars. I think the purpose was to get us over the fear of putting words down on paper and to get thoughts flowing. On a couple of occasions, as a replacement assignment if there was something I couldnââ¬â¢t do, he had me pick one moment or incident and write as much as I could about it by describing all of my five senses. The idea was to expand that one moment in time as much as possible and to include as many details as I could remember.
I still use those techniques if Iââ¬â¢m stuck while writing. I start writing to get the ideas flowing and to get something down on paper. From there, I can go back to pick out the portions worth keeping, and then I can proceed. Despite him not being my favourite teacher, I do remember him for encouraging my writing, and I do owe him some gratitude. Perhaps he saw potential and knew that writing would have to play an important part in my life.
On the last day of Grade 7, Mom wheeled me out to the van like she did every other day. There were a few tears as we passed Mrs. Peart in her classroom. She gave me a gift that I still have to this day ââ¬â a butterfly necklace, symbolizing freedom in a new life. And then Mom and I left, not to return, as it was the last day for the both of us. Mom had resigned her teaching position so that she would be available to assist me in high school; a risky move financially and professionally but one that she felt was necessary to give me the best chance of success.
We went through those doors, neither one of us certain of what the next chapter would bring but knowing we would get through it, one way or another.
Suzie, I don’t hop so good any more, but I’d take some scotch – LOL
Hi Kim,
I got curious about a stapler in Kdg too. I managed to push a staple into the palm of my hand. I think you and I will be good friends soon. 🙂
Oh Kim and Liz! I am ROTF!
Wow, Glenda. I sure hope you blog. And I’m off to see, perchance to subscribe.
My question is…
If my son went to Catholic school (which I paid for), graduated, went to College (which I also paid for) and I have no children of school age, WHY am I STILL paying school taxes (that go up every year)?
Good Evening Liz and Friends-Here you are talkin’ about school-my favorite subject! Just had back to school night for my 10 and 13 year old! Lots of memories of back to school night in my own classroom!
Well Liz, someday my thumb will meet your palm and we’ll be lifelong friends for sure!
wow! Glenda, That’s a fabulous piece. Is that from your book?
yes, Rick, I blog, therefore I am! Those two passages are from my autobiography.
Hi Angela!
Welcome tonight!
Kim,
We’ll know each other by the pair of holes in our hands. 🙂
Terrific writing, Glenda!
Liz, if Kim and Marti don’t behave, you should threaten to turn this blog RIGHT AROUND.
Hey Angela!
Glenda, I didn’t think you were old enough to have an autobiography. 🙂
@ Marti I like a good malt too:)
I’m going to jump in on the praise for Glenda. That was truly beautiful writing.
Glenda-
That was a beautiful story. What is your book about?
aw, you’re so sweet, Joe! Yep, I did the autobiography sooner rather than later in case later doesn’t come.
Joe, these kids today…tsk, tsk tsk…what are we to do?
Blogitus Ergo Sum.
You know, Liz, I took the StrengthFinder 2.0 test, and it told me I should do something to exercise my skill with words. So I said, “But I’m an artist, ergo this test is flawed.”
Glenda, please tell me you cut and pasted that passage! Surely you didn’t write that for our benefit?
Rick,
I’m an artist too . . . so paint with words while you paint with colors. 🙂
Kim- Indiana looks like Iowa did a few short months ago. It has been devastating for friends and family who were hit by an F5n Twister earlier this summer.
Glenda, don’t think negatively, you will outlast most of us here, Someone has to keep the good thoughts going. 😉
Angela,
It’s truly frightening, isn’t it? I’m working as we speak on a 2-week post tornado video. Should have it out tonight. I’m a little on edge with the winds and rains these days.
Thanks Kim and Angela. In my autobiography I’ll Do It Myself, I share my life living with cerebral palsy to show others cp isn’t a death sentence but rather a life sentence. I’d provide the link but then this comment will end up in the fish pond for some unknown reason.
Tornado drills.
Glenda, I’ve actually visited and poked around on your site before. You have a great story and you really are quite amazing. I enjoy stopping by to visit and gain some inspiration.
Joe, I sense I’m here for a good time, not a long time.
Rick, yes, copied and pasted the passage. My left thumb doesn’t type that fast.
Glenda, I’ll take a dip in that fish pond. http://www.doitmyselfblog.com/ill-do-it-myself-the-book/
I can swim, but be sure to grab me if I don’t come up in 5 minutes. 🙂
Glenda, my wife was diagnosed with scleraderma 2 years ago. She blogs about it, much less formally than you. It’s a Live Journal, and she has this coterie of friends who cheer for her when she has good days and give her coping tips. Should you care to see, she goes by the name of Zaduzbina there. Since she’s a lot more mobile and capable, she still works a full-time job. Don’t know how much longer that’s going to happen.
Thanks Kim.
Ah, school. Last three years of high school were the best:
>The friends.
>Getting a license and using it.
>Favorite teachers(2).
>Not so favorite teachers (the rest).
>The theater group (local, not school and all classic musicals).
>Riding around with my best friend in his 1956 Buick Special with that ever present 6 pack of Molsen Golden Ale (just one mind you).
>Laurie Despres (sigh).
>Being able to “rat race” an old Chevy station wagon better than my arch rival could handle his AMC Gremlin.
>Late Saturday nights foggin’ up the windows.
>The Eagles, America, Simon and Garfunkel, Led Zepplin, Air Supply, Crosby, Stills and Nash, ZZ Top and all the others you don’t hear any more.
>Home.
And all the rest…
Time for bed. I just wanted to stop by and say hello. Think I’ll go dream of those bygone days of lesser responsibilities.
Have fun.
Kirk!
How I’m smiling to see you here again!
Rick-Do you have the link to your wife’s blog?
The music of our school days is really something. I metioned “Basketball Jones” on Twitter today and so many people started talking about it.
I remember tornado drills.
Going down into the bowels of that ancient brick building, (the one that still had desks connected in a row on iron rails and a cloakroom at the back of every classroom)with the giant boiler rattling, and the smell of fresh bread baking (yes I am so old they baked fresh bread at my elementary school).
We all lined the walls and sat cross-legged on the cold concrete floor, us girls daintily tucking our petticoats in around us (girls only wore dresses) and ducked our heads into our laps, holding our arms folded over our heads.
Thanks for posting the link, Joe. I think Liz has my comments booby-trapped if I include a link.
Rick, I will look for your wife’s blog. Take it one day at a time, and don’t put off something you really want to do until tomorrow if you can possibly do it today.
Many blog-and-run guests tonight. Or maybe that happens a lot. What else do I remember from school? Oh yeah.
The roots of a ginormous tree that fell, in the property behind the schoolyard. Anthony Addessa and I would climb up and flex and twist the roots as if they were control levers. We played Gigantor.
I haven’t thought of that for decades!
Zaduzbina is Albanian for “obligation to one’s soul.” (You should see the Google results. A lot of Cyrillic, or something.)
I do not, Glenda!
Your email misfires somehow. You could always tell me and I’d set them free. 🙂
Liz-who is basketball Jones? How are you?
Angela,
“Basketball Jones” is a song . . . a “jones” is like an addiction.
I’m doing excellent. How’re you?
Hi all. I have my backpack and I’m waiting for the bus.
How is everyone tonight?
Tim!
School wouldn’t be the same without YOU!!
I brought you an apple and a link, Ms. Strauss.
http://carpefactum.typepad.com/my_weblog/2006/08/i_trust_youll_t.html
Marti-Happy Belated Birthday!
Liz-doing great! Did six teacher training institutes this summer, book is done and turning in final copy tomorrow (yeah!), and just starting back to my “normal” job working with individual schools. The kids start tomorrow!
Hi Timothy! Wanna share lunch box stuff?
Hey Mr T! A noon-hour sock-up is definitely in order for today.
Hi Marti, I’ll trade you my celery and carrot sticks for your chocolate bar.
Fire drills!
I have a story that’s not so much about a drill as it is about a real fire. I was in high school and a boy ended up lighting the bathroom on fire because he was angry at his mother (he and the family had issues). Of course, we were all rushed outside. This was during the middle of winter in Chicago when there was already 9 inches of snow on the ground. We all know that when there’s a fire, there’s no chance to stop to grab a jacket. Two and a half hours later they decided to get the busses out so that we wouldn’t be frost bitten. Thirty minutes after the entire high school population had been loaded onto busses, the firemen declared it all-clear.
Wow. Tim! That’s good stuff. Thanks for bringing that along. It’s a smile and a memory in one. 🙂
Thanks, Liz… that DV essay has always been a favorite of mine.
Hard to believe my little sweetheart is starting third grade already.
Ms. Glenda. Sock-up at noon? You’re on!
** Ha-Ha** I have the Klondikes in MY lunchbox… Buuhaaahhaaaa!
Well Timothy, if you throw in your applesauce…OK
🙂
Wow, Kim, what a story!
Timothy, I loved your blog post!
Anybody want one, or two? I got a REALLY BIG lunchbox, plenty to go round. 🙂
Awesome Mr T. How are you doing?
There was a school year between my late mother and my father’s marrying my stepmother. One day my father asked me what my favorite sandwich was. I said it was ham and Swiss cheese. He bought a six-foot wedge, made it all ham and Swiss cheese, cut it into two-inch lengths, wrapped them individually in paper, labeled each “RW, H&S, 2/6/70” (or whatever), and put them in the freezer. After the first month of ham and Swiss daily, it was difficult to see where the ham ended and the Swiss began. I complained to my younger sister, who couldn’t sympathize. She got a half-year of cream cheese and jelly!
Don’t get me started on haircuts.
Kim – you learned a valuable lesson that day about how government bureaucracies work. You probably didn’t realize the whole experience was staged by the business and sociology departments. 🙂
I’m doing OK, Miss Glenda. Trying to figure out how to boost my Amazon rankings without sounding like begging.
BTW, Liz, on Thursday I’m talking to that publicist I emailed you about.
Marti – glad you liked it.
Cream cheese and jelly? Hadn’t thought of that! Is jelly different than jam?
Hey Tim! How are you?
Tim,
That’s a great response. Business and Sociology departments. 🙂
Hi Angela. Long time no see. How have you been?
Joe (if you’re still here) your complaint about school taxes didn’t go unheard. I pay taxes indirectly through rent, and I have no kids.
Glenda, I guess “jelly” is New Yorkish for “jam”, like “soda” is for “pop”.
Doing great-and you? Has your year begun?
Good luck with Amazon, Mr T. I haven’t figured out how to even get my self-published listed and making a profit with each sale.
Angela – I’m teaching only weekend classes this fall. My first class is the weekend following labor day.
I guess the thought about school taxes is supposed to be something like . . . if the kids are illiterate they’ll be a pain to you too!
Pay for them now or pay for them later, eh, Liz?
Of course I’m still here Rick, I just threw you a Klondike (hope you got it).
And as far as “jelly” I think is homogonized (sp?) and “jam” is more like a preserve (more pieces of fruit). Not sure, I grew up in Philly, I can only go by what the sold in the Acme. 😉
Yeah, Rick, I think it’s something like that. 🙂
Summer’s almost over and school’s starting? Awwww.
Hi, everyone!
Joe gets a gold star for sharing!
Rick, that was such a touching story.
Glenda, from my knowledge of spreadable sandwich products, jelly is firmer than jam. Jelly is almost translucent, because it is made with only fruit (or berry) juice, whereas jam has bits of the fruit or berry in it. I’ve made both, coming from hillbilly roots where all the womenfolk had to learn how to can fruits and vegetables.
Wow, I managed to say something educational – LOL
Hello hello everyone! 🙂
Oh Tim, of course it was staged. Everything’s a conspiracy.. just.. like.. school!
Yo, Rick C!
Joe, you guys have hoagies, or grinders, or something. We have heros. (Note the lack of second e)
Kim LOL
Well all – I’m going to go catch Olympic coverage. Want to watch Shawn Johnson grab her gold. Always great to see the local kid do well.
If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.
http://www.cafepress.com/enterlaughter/1682711
Yo, Glenda!
I saw you talking in class. Don’t think I can’t see you sitting in the back, there.
Hello to everyone who showed up.
Goodbye to those who are leaving.
Hi Rick!
Will any of your household be going back to school this year?
Marti, I have an idea for a t-shirt. I should submit it someday:
INFOTAIN ME.
I loved school, especially once I learned to read. New worlds sat in the pages of every book. What more could anyone want?
My granddaughter is starting pre-school, Liz. She’s excited about it. She knows she has to have a physical and see the dentist first, so everyday she asks when she gets to go to the doctor so she can start school.
Hey Rick C, have a Klondike, I have plenty (big lunchbox)
*Rick W, we have hoagies and grinders and Cheesesteaks. but our only heroes are the firemen and cops (and the Iggles). 😉
Oh Rick, I like that! Is it original? Can I steal it?
What’s up in school these days?
Here in the Philippines, I don’t like much the present curriculum – it’s not balanced because the extra curricular activities were made optional. It’s up to the students to choose the physical (like sports) or the sedentary (like art) clubs.
Marti, yes, and no.
got lost in my own thought- lots of doodles
see you next week.
Glenda sent you an email re my book
Rick Cockrum, I felt the same way. I loved getting an education. Still do.
This was fun, I look forward to coming back again next time. I must depart from the multiple monitors for some much needed relaxation. Take care all.
Thanks, Joe. Don’t mind if I do. Want a bologna sandwich? It’s got mustard.
Hi Rick! Hi Meika!
I wish we could have school instead of work. 🙂
😉 yeah Rick C, I didn’t understand adults. Some wanted me to talk, others gave me detentions [almost]. Go figure. Not that it really mattered since I was the first kid to school and last to leave. Even even there on pro-d days. No fair.
Hi Angela! Way to go on the book!
What are pro-d days?
Rick Wolff, I like a man who gives me a straight answer
🙂
I understand, and appreciate your forthrightness
professional days, Liz
Good night, Kim.
Thanks for coming, Kim!
My hand to yours!
As an aside, some of the cast of MadMen are on Twitter, in persona. Gives me a little chuckle.
Ah. We called them in-service days when I was in school.
Suzie, I sent a reply but had to use my new addy. The other onE was pitching a fit.
Yeah, Rick,
Some real-life madmen are there too!
I had a teacher in college that compared going to school to hearing the call of the Lorelei. I agreed. I often wished I could be paid to go to school.
A nice wealthy patron who wanted to pay for our schooling would be a wonderful thing. 🙂
Just read a line from up above. “Keeners.” Heh!
Rick,
Do you know that word, Keeners ?
Never heard it before. Looking forward to putting it to good use soon.
Ah oh, I’m out past curfew.
Don’t anybody get cooties! LOL
Delightful as always. Thank you for brightening my day!
Peace and joy to all….
(Ahem, how did you get italics in a comment? You can use HTML here?
Night All! Have a GREAT week!
Scholars in a way are paid to go to school and make good in school. =)
Bye, Marti. Go well.
Good night, Marti!
Soory I can not add some worhty content, next time. I am on task with writing a couple of new post.
Sorry, no spell check on the previous comment, am I spoiled or what !!
Bye Angela.
I’ve never heard the word either.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=keener
But then, I’m not Canadian. 🙂
Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy days of Summer
Soon turn into something other
Than the kids would like to remember
When parents say “See you in September”
And the days of autumn soon turn to winter
Then Christmas tunes will soon be the winner
Then all of a sudden it is Spring once again
And childish thoughts turn away from the din
Cause Summer will be upon us once more
And children and parents will run to the door
With thoughts of spending some time in the sun
And the whole family will once again have great fun.
Burma Shave
Nite Liz
Nite All
Nite Joe!
Yes, there’s something very relaxing about this. I’m getting all sleepy too, Liz. I enjoyed it! It’s sort of like Twitter, with blinders. (Twitter still my frame of reference, as a newcomer. I know I’m backwards!)
Hi Terry.
Welcome and no worries, we never think about such things on open comment night. 🙂
So long, Angela!
Thanks for coming! Great news about the book!!
Rick,
I’m a clever commenter
I can
Isn’t someone who is keen a keener? Just makes sense to me!
Glenda,
I might suppose that would be true! I’ve just never heard the word used that way. I thought maybe it was a regional term. 🙂
Hi Meikah,
sorry I didn’t say hi earlier!
And there you go. The urban dictionary entry that Rick brought shows it’s Canadian slang . . . for exactly what you thought, Glenda. 🙂
Glenda – I dare say most Americans have never heard even the word keen used outside of a book. 🙂
yeah Liz, I didn’t realize keener was Canadian slang. Finally something not American.
And our science scholarships really paid much! 😉
Rick, perhaps there needs to be more American keeners? 😉
Americans don’t get keen . . . we go crazy!
Amen to that. Then our educational rankings in the world wouldn’t be so bad.
re 230 I ain’t touching that one, Liz!
:`(
Joe?
Good night, Joe,
I did see your work of art.
Sleepy swell.
Rick you said goodnight, but Liz and Glenda didn’t.
I actually thought the little ditty was pretty good and no one noticed. 🙁
ah, Joe, I’m sorry. I liked how you filled it with hope. {hugs and g’night, my friend}
🙂 I feel much better, I can’t sleep on Tuesday nights unless Liz tells me to Sleepy Swell.
Ok, I’m really a kid at heart.
Nite Liz
Nite All (again)
[Joe, thanks for not telling Liz about that paper ball that bounced off your head earlier]
No problem, Liz! 😉 There’s a busy thread going you know.
And keeners are?
Sleepy Swell doubly swell, Joe.
Nite again. 🙂
it’s not Tuesday night if Liz doesn’t tuck in joe.
Goodnighty, Joe! 😉
Liz, Glenda, Joe, Marti, Other Rick, everyone else I forgot, goodnight! And thanks! This was fun!
Good night, Other Other Rick. We’ll see you again soon. 🙂
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good night RW, nice hanging with you.
Thanks for coming, Rick Wolff,
It was fun to have you here!
Hi, Meikah!
I’m off, too, so goodnight Glenda, Meikah, and any other keeners who like to stay late to school.:)
Bye Liz. Thank you for the evening. ‘Til next time.
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Good night Rick!
Goodnighty, too, Rick! 🙂
Night Rick!
I am going to slip out too, before I get caught for something. Race ya to the monkey bars!
Good night, Glenda!
I think it’s time to go! I just heard the bell!