Well, I survived, unscathed!
It went well, I only missed one beat....and I caught up quickly. A friend's daughter's friend told Keith that I was the prettiest mom there. How sweet of her.
Tonight I'm going to see David Sedaris at a local theater. I've read several of his books, and they're always amusing. There's a bunch of us from bookgroup going, and we're meeting at a friend's for dinner first, then going out for a drink after. I'm really looking forward to a night out! I found a recipe for pumpkin brownies I'm going to make to take along for dessert.
That's about all I've got. I'm desummering the house today, and decorating for fall. I hate to see summer go, but I love fall colors and decorations!
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can you share your pumpkin brownie recipe.
i am glad you had fun at the rally.
This is The Nagual speaking.
Take one brownie and 3 punks (the punks should be liberally battered in advance). Beat them until a uniform consistency is reached.
Bake.
I also attended the Rally.
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After the Rally I spray painted the front and back of Schells house with the giant number 47.
I think it was in poor taste to give a young woman a "chlamydia bracelet" even though I don't know what one is. (Is it like an anti-purity ring?). I appreciated your posting your well tanned photo but you were partially concealed by some sort of nameless monstrosity. Please post another photo.
I don't know who this Tristan character is but I don't like him. Tell him I have my eye on him.
What position doos this JJ character play in the football? Does he see some playing time?
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I was disappointed to discover that over the entire summer you posted no tanned bikini photos. There was one brief moment of hope but then I found it was only a photo of a young black boy named brighton in shorts.
It only seems polite to me that if you post about a "ladies only pool party" you should post photos....since I was prohibited from attending.
Get it together.
this is bert speaking I think I have a split personality ;)
Nag:
First, and foremost, thanks so much for the big giant 47 on my house. It looks great!
I'm glad I didn't know you were at the rally, as I would have been even more nervous!
A chlamydia bracelet, as you called it, is a charm bracelet and trust me, it wasn't in poor taste.
Tristan is a seven year old autistic and mentally retarded boy that I do therapy with. He's a sweetie, most of the time.
JJ plays defensive end, and plays the whole game.
Sorry to let you down with the pictures. No bikini shots this year. No one-piece shots either.
Your posts all made me laugh. Thanks.
Schell, I hope you understand I wasn't involved in any of those comments. It would be my suspicion that neither was "The Nagual."
How is it you attract such 'attention'?
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Technically, a defensive end cannot play the entire game...since at some point each team must be on offense.
The defensive end is usually tall and rather sturdy and must also be relatively quick. The height is requisite to keep the quarterback from passing to the flats. The sturdiness is necessary to stop a variety of running backs from running over or around you....since there is no one outside of you to stop them. The quickness is necessary to respond to things like the triple option where the QB can either hand off to a full back, lateral to a tail back, or keep the ball himself...all of which are designed to beat the defensive end.
I know these things because I was once a defensive end...called a Weak End...which spawned the phrase "Weak Ends are made for michelob".
I also feel compelled to say that the best time I had playing the Football was when I played Offensive Gaurd, defensive corner back, and all special teams. I literally never left the field.
That pretty much ends my football reminiscences.
Also, I am reading a book about Howard Hughes.
Nag...is the book good? I just finished The Lace Reader, for my book group, and I wasn't impressed.
And, technically he does not play the whole game. You are correct. He plays the whole time defense is in, and he's also on special teams. He's tall 6'1", and very sturdy. He's the weak end also....I'll have to tell him the michelob thing!
Yes, the book is quite amazing. Very interesting. Hughes last 3 decades seem to be about him battling back from full blown insanity for about 30-60 minutes per day. During that time he lived in blacked out rooms, naked, being carried from his bed to his white barcoulounger, to the bathroom and communicating only through written "memo's".
The memo's were coherent though often bizarre. (ie...the 8 step procedure for properly cleaning a fruit can before opening it).
I was aware of the fraudulent autobiography written about him in the 80's...and about how he finally exposed the thing by making a 2.5 hour conference call during which he was questioned regarding his identity and current condition. I wasn't aware that he made the entire call sitting naked in his barcolounger with hair that hadn't been cut in a year and fingernails 4 inches long.
He was a fascinating character.
It appears that in the end...the last 5-10 years he was essentially imprisoned by his Mormon "aides" (most of these guys started out as drivers ).
Even then though he battled his way out of it and got back into an airplane (though he did strip naked as soon as he got in the pilot seat).
I'll probably read some more about him.
And finally here is my last Howard Hughes comment. Dedicated to Berto for reasons that will become obvious:
Howard apparently convinced himself repeatedly that there were certain legal loopholes in the Desert states which could help him with a variety of problems throughout his life. He was invariably wrong but nonetheless on multiple occasions he would become convinced that he needed to go live anonymously in some fleabag motel in the desert in order to avail himself of the nonexistent legal loophole.
On one such occasion he he disappeared for about 3 months. His dullwitted "aides" basically sat around and waited and eventually Howard returned. He had with him a small box which was described as being 'about the size of a babies coffin' and he carefully wrapped it in butchers paper and entrusted it to one of his "aides" with instructions to gaurd it with his life until it was securely in Howards safety deposit box.
Years later the box was opened and found to contain:
1) several very old comic strips from a houston newspaper.
2) a small baseball bat.
3) several empty douchebags.
I'm in high level negotiations to produce a new reality show called So You Think You Can Take A Punch.
Berto.....call my people.
Okay, I guess it is The Nagual ...
Lucky you, Schell. Maybe you can get him to start taking his meds; Ms. Sarai sure hasn't been able to get through to him.
haha, Nag. So You Think You Can Take a Punch!
Bert...I knew it was him.
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I've just stolen a song called Panic Switch by a group called Silversun Pickups. It's pretty amazing.
jesus christ
No, Emma, it's Nag.
Schell,
Did you watch CSI last week. In this series of posts Naggy Poo reminds me of that killer . . an IT nerd who plotted to steal from the company and got split in two by a steel door
This is The Nagual speaking.
I was quite impressed with that episode of CSI. It was well written.
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