Cheeky Chicks (and a rooster) Can Cyber Chat For A Whole Year! Part 2

[jtnsami]

Hey all. It's beautiful here today. I had a hair appointment today. I thought it looked pretty good. Imagine my surprise when I walked through the door and my 12 year old said, "Mother, you look like Shirley from Laverne and Shirley." ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I was going for a "Rachel" from
Friends.

 

[Grumpy's Wife]

Hey all. It's beautiful here today. I had a hair appointment today. I thought it looked pretty good. Imagine my surprise when I walked through the door and my 12 year old said, "Mother, you look like Shirley from Laverne and Shirley." ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I was going for a "Rachel" from
Friends.

Kids, you gotta love em.

 

[jtnsami]

Kids, you gotta love em.

I don't remember reading that in the contract.

 

[fabumouse]

Howdy folks.
Looks like...
And GoofyDad's treating us all to a stay at the AK villas.

I totally missed that!!

Thanks, GD!

 

[GoofyDad869]

I totally missed that!!

Thanks, GD!

Y'all are welcome. But there's a tiny catch (it's in the 'fine print' portion of the DVC contract). Guests of DVCers at Animal Kingdom Villas have to 'volunteer' to clean out the Animal Kingdom elephant cages every morning. At 4:00am. With their own toothbrushes. All while the DVCers are tucked snug in their beds, visions of turkey legs dancing through their heads... It's part of the contract - I swear. It's informally known as the 'pooper-scooper' clause.

Actually, if the suites at AKV are anything like the model suites we toured, they'll be worth it! I'd willingly 'volunteer' my guests, children, etc. any day for a chance to stay there.

We're thinking our first trip staying there will be sometime late next year. Not 'planning' - just 'thinking' as of right now. Maybe in conjunction with the Grand Gathering we'll do with my elementary-school chums. One of them is my buddy who's currently in Iraq - we've all been talking about doing this since 2004. He should be back 'over here' in June or July this year, unless his tour of duty is extended. If we do a Grand Gathering, we'll have to bank/borrow our points for the next three years - it will cost a bloomin' buttload of points for that.

We'll definitely take Cherie's parents on our first trip there - her dad has been in lust with Animal Kingdom / Animal Kingdom Lodge since our first 'together' trip to WDW in 2001. We joke that he'd probably just camp out on the balcony with all of his camera equipment - all day, every day.

By the way, Susan - great ketchup story!!! I'm more of a peanut butter man, myself, but whatever condiment is handy...

The discussion question of the day tomorrow (since today's dsicussion was evidently centered on green eggs & ham - which I like, by the way):
Is it spelled 'ketchup' or 'catsup'? Explain in 200 words or less, with at least two references to independent source material. (Didn't you always HATE these kinds of questions in school?)

 

[Sthronds]

The discussion question of the day tomorrow (since today's dsicussion was evidently centered on green eggs & ham - which I like, by the way):
Is it spelled 'ketchup' or 'catsup'? Explain in 200 words or less, with at least two references to independent source material. (Didn't you always HATE these kinds of questions in school?)

Oh, good grief. Can I do it a day early since I'm bored and I get to go home in 35 minutes? Here you go. . .

Apparently the word Ketchup derived from a word ketsiap which derived from Chinese brine/soy sauce, and the Malaysian word Kechap. The word evolved and while Catsup is closer in pronounciation, I think that Ketchup is the correct spelling. This in part by my devotion to Heinz Ketchup, and not being fond of Del Monte Catsup (now Ketchup). Another alternative is Catchup which is a compromise between Ketchup and Catsup.

Did I get an A?

 

[Grumpy's Wife]

The discussion question of the day tomorrow (since today's dsicussion was evidently centered on green eggs & ham - which I like, by the way):
Is it spelled 'ketchup' or 'catsup'? Explain in 200 words or less, with at least two references to independent source material. (Didn't you always HATE these kinds of questions in school?)

YES.

Oh, good grief. Can I do it a day early since I'm bored and I get to go home in 35 minutes? Here you go. . .

Apparently the word Ketchup derived from a word ketsiap which derived from Chinese brine/soy sauce, and the Malaysian word Kechap. The word evolved and while Catsup is closer in pronounciation, I think that Ketchup is the correct spelling. This in part by my devotion to Heinz Ketchup, and not being fond of Del Monte Catsup (now Ketchup). Another alternative is Catchup which is a compromise between Ketchup and Catsup.

Did I get an A?

That's an A+ for you. Good job Susan. I think I have a leftover homework pass somewhere in my backpack. I'll be skipping this assignment.

 

[fabumouse]

I'm more of a peanut butter man, myself, but whatever condiment is handy...

And this in NO WAY makes me re-consider the sequined thong.

 

[Grumpy's Wife]

Good Morning.

FAB I heard on the news today about flooding in Patterson, NJ. I hope that's not near you. Stay safe and dry.

Another Hump Day is upon us. I'm off to do the whole 1st grade experience again today.

 

[MUFFYCAT]

Good morning all!

Susan, you were so good can I cheat off of you?

 

[GoofyDad869]

Oh, good grief. Can I do it a day early since I'm bored and I get to go home in 35 minutes? Here you go. . .

Apparently the word Ketchup derived from a word ketsiap which derived from Chinese brine/soy sauce, and the Malaysian word Kechap. The word evolved and while Catsup is closer in pronounciation, I think that Ketchup is the correct spelling. This in part by my devotion to Heinz Ketchup, and not being fond of Del Monte Catsup (now Ketchup). Another alternative is Catchup which is a compromise between Ketchup and Catsup.

Did I get an A?

Wow! A+++++!

OK, smarty, now answer this one: Why do we drive on the parkway and park on the driveway?

I think I have a leftover homework pass somewhere in my backpack. I'll be skipping this assignment.

And just WHAT did you do to get that homework pass, young lady?

Susan, you were so good can I cheat off of you?

You can cheat off me, cheating off her...

And this in NO WAY makes me re-consider the sequined thong.

Is that a compliment or a slam on my physique? 'Cause I can totally ROCK this sequined thong (a la Chris Farley in that SNL skit when he tried out for the Chippendales with Patrick Swayze).

 

[Grumpy's Wife]

And just WHAT did you do to get that homework pass, young lady?

 

[MUFFYCAT]

Hi Goofy

Thanks, as long as I can cheat off of someone.
Maybe I can have you and Susan sitting on either side of me
so I can go back and forth to your papers.

 

[GoofyDad869]

Hi Goofy

Thanks, as long as I can cheat off of someone.
Maybe I can have you and Susan sitting on either side of me
so I can go back and forth to your papers.

In school, did they ever let you pick your own seats (I mean grade school)? I went to a Catholic school for most of my grade school / middle school years, and we were always assigned seats. And for some reason, my seat was usually right beside the teacher's desk...

I wonder why?

Maybe there's a reason. Here's a couple of stories from my Catholic school days. Sometimes I was the ringleader, and sometimes not (this first story I was NOT the ringleader)... There was a kid in our class who had a year-long crush on a girl in another class, and he idolized "The Incredible Hulk" TV show. His name was David, and we nicknamed him "Beav". This would have been 6th or 7th grade. One spring day we told him that the girl, Jennifer, would be VERY impressed if he would go out at recess, shirtless, in 'Hulk' mode (he was wearing purple curduroy pants that day like the comic book version of Hulk). He did us one better... He CUT up his shirt & pants, and went into the art room and got the green Crayola powder paint and smeared it all over himself. Ran outside, Grrrr'd and flexed at everybody... The principal had a pretty good idea who put him up to it (as there were only 5 or 6 of us boys in that class). He called us all in to his office and called our parents. The punishment was two-fold - the first part was we had to pay to replace "Beav's" clothes. I remember I was the one assigned to go out and purchase the clothes. Even though this was the late 70s / early 80s and clothes like that were still in vogue, it was very hard to find a pair of purple curduroy pants. The second part of our punishment was that all of us had to forfeit our recess time for three weeks, stand in the hallway, and "Make a friend with a brick" (in the words of the principal). Literally, each of us standing there, nose to a specific brick - for three weeks. Two of these guys (compatriots) are some of my potential Grand Gathering buddies listed in my sig.

The other story involves chalkboard erasers. THE best job in the world was to clean chalkboard erasers, for us boys. Our school was a four-story building. Most people's method of cleaning chalkboard erasers is to just smack 'em together until not very much dust comes out eventually. Not ours. Oh no. Our method was to be at the top landing of the stairwell, open the window, and drop the erasers down to the parking lot below. 5 or 6 of them at a time. Run down the stairs, find all the erasers, and run back up the stairs. Repeat twenty times or so, until clean. It was great fun! Until the day one of the retired nun teachers was directly below the window. I think we got in trouble for that one too. We were also retired from chalkboard-eraser-cleaning duties from that point forward.

 

[Sthronds]

Morning!

I'm glad you were all impressed with my knowledge of Ketchup. I must confess, that wikipedia helped a bit. . .

In school, did they ever let you pick your own seats (I mean grade school)? I went to a Catholic school for most of my grade school / middle school years, and we were always assigned seats. And for some reason, my seat was usually right beside the teacher's desk...

I wonder why?

The funny thing about that is that I always wanted to be near the teacher. I was nosy and always wanted to know what was going on. I remember crying to my mom that the teacher hated me because he put me in the back of the room between two boys (who definitely had cooties ). It was finally explained to me that I was in the back because he could depend on me to be good.

 

[GoofyDad869]

Morning!

I'm glad you were all impressed with my knowledge of Ketchup. I must confess, that wikipedia helped a bit. . .



The funny thing about that is that I always wanted to be near the teacher. I was nosy and always wanted to know what was going on. I remember crying to my mom that the teacher hated me because he put me in the back of the room between two boys (who definitely had cooties ). It was finally explained to me that I was in the back because he could depend on me to be good.

I so did NOT have that problem (as is obvious by my stories). I did settle down by the time I got into high school. By then, I was one of the 'quiet' kids.

 

[Grumpy's Wife]

Good Morning.

Rise and Shine. It's going to be a beautiful day in these parts.

DMM I hope everything is going good for your Dad.

 

[MUFFYCAT]

ood morning all


one more day....

 

[MUFFYCAT]

Goofy, you had me laughing with your catholic school stories.
I also went and I remember the boys getting into a whole mess of trouble.

I had a nun in the 7th grade that would push the kids up against the wall.
She was barely 5 feet. But when she got mad, you'd better watch out.

I do remember the make the friend with the brick type punishment.

 

[GoofyDad869]

Goofy, you had me laughing with your catholic school stories.
I also went and I remember the boys getting into a whole mess of trouble.

I had a nun in the 7th grade that would push the kids up against the wall.
She was barely 5 feet. But when she got mad, you'd better watch out.

I do remember the make the friend with the brick type punishment.

Yeah, those types of things are fun to remember. My mom worked in the Microbiology dept. of St. Mary of the Woods - which was nominally a women-only Catholic college close to where I grew up. The head of Microbiology at the time was a nun also, and one of the sweetest women who ever lived - I think she might have been related to Mother Theresa . She died in the late 90s. Anyway, St. Mary also served as a retirement home for the nuns in the order, so all of the teaching nuns went and lived there after retirement from teaching school. Even after I stopped going to Catholic school I still had lots of contact with the nuns who used to teach at my school. They'd always tell embarrassing stories about me and my friends. They seemed to know everything about EVERYTHING that happened, somehow. Eyes in the back of their head, is my theory...

Not to mislead, most of the teachers at that school (St. Patrick) when I was attending were lay teachers, not nuns (late 70s-early 80s). I only had one nun teacher, when I was in 3rd grade (1977-78). But there was a nun who all the teachers reported to, kind of serving as an assistant principal, all through my attendance there. She was all-knowing, all-seeing. In a truly spooky kind of way. And all the retired nuns would tell old stories about her exploits at other schools she served at before ours, which led to further mystery from my point of view. I don't know how much is true in what they said, but I think she's on the CIA payroll now. (Just kidding, or am I?!) And she usually had "the dirt" on you well before anyone else even suspected something about you or your deeds. The one thing I really remember clearly about her is she'd always refer to us as 'pupils' rather than 'students'. In her mind, you had to show an absolute top-level consistent effort in scholastic ways for you to be called a 'student' by her, so there were VERY few kids referred to as 'students' by her.