Comments on: Refill on that?

By: poochlover

poochlover — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 19:44:48 +0000

Nance, How happy I was when I checked in on your site today and read that Spriggy is still alive and kicking! Someone once said that “growing old ain’t for sissies.” That probably goes for our furry friends as well, bless his heart. Best wishes.

By: brian stouder

brian stouder — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 18:08:25 +0000

If she has a 36″ long sword, and looks hot in black.….

it might have been a Wiccan gardening trick

(a Wizard of Oz-type joke would be.…“and if she has a green thumb…”)

By: MichaelG

MichaelG — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:47:34 +0000

My once wife used to maintain that the time to plant the garden was at midnight when the moon was full. To my knowledge that never happened. But then who knows? I’m a pretty heavy sleeper.

By: LAMary

LAMary — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:38:24 +0000

I gave up wiccan ceremonies in 1989. Cold turkey.

By: brian stouder

brian stouder — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:25:42 +0000

Alcohol never held many charms for me; I have a glass jaw when it comes to that stuff, and it always made me sick as a dog.

Similarly, cigarettes never pulled me in, since the protracted demise of my 4-pack-a-day dad was a sort of IMAX Public Service Announcement.

But Wiccan ceremonies in cemetaries involving hot chicks with swords.…I’m THERE!!

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5h3dTVsWRFU2tnqfw7_D3C8W4ALywD9234IU80

an excerpt:

A woman accidentally stabbed herself in the foot with a 3-foot-long sword while performing a Wiccan good luck ritual at a central Indiana cemetery. Katherine Gunther, 36, of Lebanon, pierced her left foot with the sword while performing the rite at Oak Hill Cemetery, police said. Gunther said she was performing the ceremony to give thanks for a recent run of good luck. The ceremony involves the use of candles, incense and driving swords into the ground during the full moon.

By: LAMary

LAMary — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:04:03 +0000

I have a headache now from remembering Mateus, Boone’s Farm Apple and worst of all, Andre Cold Duck.
I haven’t drunk anything alcoholic since 1983 having watched the decline of a few family members into alcoholic hell and/or death by booze. I decided I didn’t need to hit rock bottom but I think I could have easily slid down to that spot. I went cold turkey on cigarettes two years later. All I have left is my coffee.

By: Danny

Danny — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 14:29:37 +0000

Dexter, that one stanza in that Elton John song reminds me of this one from Sublime:

I smoke two joints in the morning.
I smoke two joints at night.
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints in time of peace, and two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
And then I smoke two more

By: del

del — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 12:06:04 +0000

Anybody who gets on such a happy buzz that he buys his wife a desk has got it goin’ on. As Bill Murray would say, “I wanna party with you.”

By: whitebeard

whitebeard — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 09:51:50 +0000

I can relate to Starbucks because the bottled Vanilla Frappacino caffeine really hits the spot, unusual because I cannot drink real coffee, even though I would always volunteer to grind the coffee beans (love the aroma) for the lunch room in the first newspaper for me.
Being a young man, I would occasionally go out drinking with the gang and then have a coffee to “sober up” and get violently sick. It wasn’t until I had coffee with a friend at the laundromat in the daytime that I discovered that it was the coffee that was making me sick and not the booze.
From then on, I never got sick and never got a hangover, although after I had five bottles of white wine for lunch one time, my restaurant friend said he had never seen a happier drunk. Could be, I guess, because I bought my wife a sewing machine desk, or whatever they call it, carried it home on my back with some ropes, carefully hid it in our third-floor aspartment and couldn’t find it for about three months.
It was OK to drink in The Soo or Montreal because I could always get a cab or even walk home when we lived downtown, but after one party with mucho free wine after moving to Connecticut, I decided it was not safe to drink and then drive 46 miles home. So I stopped party drinking, but didn’t stop partying. I think I have had about half a dozen glasses of liquor (usually rum, I avoid white wine because it tends to flow too easily) in the past quarter century on occasions when I did not have to drive anywhere.
And guess what, I am just as wildly happy, outrageously flirtatious and hilariously critical of Republicans when I don’t drink.

By: Dexter

Dexter — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 06:26:24 +0000

sloe gin fizz—cherry vodka. kid’s drinks they were. then came Boone’s Farm. I drank it for the first time in 1970. The label said “The Righteous Apple”. Back in Cal we drank Mateus. That was Portuguese wine in a cool bottle. It was immortalized on Elton’s album, “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road“
Social Disease

“My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days

And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I’m a genuine example of a social disease

My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn’t in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they’re falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams“
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

See, my daughter just called from her Las Vegas home. Ironically, since I had recently posted here about my cat dying, she told me that just Tuesday, yesterday, her beautiful cat Patches expired. She said he was 14. They lived with us after her divorce and I fed and groomed that cat and another late cat of hers. My granddaughter is very sad.