Can’t wait to see you!
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Living it Up:
cards shuffling? How bizzarre, my rotty hated that to…If I clicked a pen, she would go nuts, or if I shuffled a deck of cards, LOOK OUT! what else…
if I pretended like I was going to shoot a rubber band at her, she would attack it before I could…
if I flipped the pages of a book really fast, like “ziiiiiip!” she would go nuts too. She hated bugs…
if I showed her a fly or spider or anything she would get all sad and hide in a corner.
she understood almost every word I said, she would pick out the “action” words and react…so cute! she slept on my bed every night and stole my pillows…she would have dreams almost every night and would wake my up kicking me and growling/whining…lol
you couldnt run from her, or she would chase you and bump into you. she never bit or scratched, but if you climbed anything, like monkey bars at a park, that was not a good idea…she would chase you, climb as high as she could, and pull you down, growling.
we have a pool in the back yard, she used to go for swims whenever she felt like it, just sit there on the submerged bench for hours…lol
if we teasd her by getting on the diving board, she would run after us and bark, all worried…
ah man do i miss that dog… 
“Practice does not make perfect - perfect practice makes perfect” - Christilot Boylen(in a roundabout way 
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“I’ll allow the baby-eating silliness, but y’all can’t just ramble on about everything under the sun out here.” - Erin<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Our dogs must have been related. Sofie did the going nuts for clicking, too, and she slept on the bed and hogged the pillows and snored, just like a human.
Here’s a pic of her sleeping, the only one I have on my computer…
Rotties are the best.
>^.,.^<
~~Linda
“My treasures do not clink or glitter; they gleam in the sun and neigh in the night”
We are staying quite polite when you think about it. No questions yet about How Many or comments like One Nights Don’t Count.
Heidi will understand this one. Went to a party when I was working in that film biz thang for Mickey Rourke. Afterwards a bunch of went to the Petit Carlton … where I did not dance on the bar, but got so legless that I spent ages talking to Mickey Rourke, who also showed up, and was too blotto to figure out it was him.
That was the same trip where I parked one of our rental cars, forgot where, and an office boy found it four days later.
I wanted a bathrobe from the Carlton in Cannes, but they were (at that time, in 1988) charging $95 for them. I am way too cheap for this, they were free until a few years before.
So, intoxicated and on a dare, I whipped one off a maid’s cart.
But the joke was SO on me when I got to London - it had been stolen out of my suitcase, along with the MGM sweatshirt!
For the youngsters in our midst, it was MGM the studios, not the fab hotel in Vegas.
On those same lines, I have a nice set of cake plates from a hotel in Dublin, where I liked the room service plates so much I ordered two breakfasts, had my token toast and whipped the little plates.
Which my mom then whipped from me.
where in Cali are you Coreene? I have friends all over Orange County and would LOVE to just sit down with you for dinner and pick your brain!!
Reading this has been SO MUCH fun. I knew people like this existed
Laura
monstrpony
As God as my witness, that is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. This is the same man that grooms for me at every event I go to, gave me the horse of my dreams for Valentine’s Day a few years back, and even likes my family (although that last one worries me a little bit as I’m not sure I like my family some of the time). I think God was being kind to me after making me suffer through my first husband. A self-centered, alcoholic in denial who never figured out that he was supposed to stop boinking other women when he got married. I found out six years into the marriage that he had nailed just about every woman friend we had.
Heidi, now you know there’s more than enough of Robby to go around. You can have him Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I’ll take him Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. On Sunday the poor boy will rest.
A dog has one master, a cat has an entire staff.Oh My!!
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Have definitely danced on bars, including the one in the Sigma Chi house in Clemson. Also have taken my shirt off in a Les bar for a boobie contest. Needless to say I didn’t win - who knew Lesbian’s has such great racks!!
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Have been known to kiss girls as a party trick to attract the attention of males.
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Have taken home a member of a band that sells CD’s in Best Buy. (Said band also got us in the bar for free cause I flashed them on the bus, we did inhale and then they bought us drinks all night. We didn’t know any of the bands songs and didn’t even like said band!! LOL)
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Know a few minor league hockey players well
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Another BB member and I were kicked out of a rodeo our senior year because she was loaded, fell off the stationary bull, and tried to get a rodeo clown to come to our apartment.
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Have been to strip clubs repeatedly with male friends, 50% of the time have had lap dances bought for me.
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Have definitely kissed a bouncer to gain entrance to a bar.
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There is a “Cam” named after me at the Bilo Center in Greenville, SC. as in on the big screen hanging in the middle of the arena where they show people in the stands while nothing is going on on the ice/floor!! It is the Niki Cam, there is also the kiss cam, eat-it cam etc, you get the idea
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Have been hit on by a team mascot.
Oh my I could go on for days - this is too much. I am just thinking about all the fun things I did in college!!!
“We learn from history that we do not learn from history.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
My first concert was Adam Ant.
I saw Poison in 1989 in Roanoke. My friend and I got ahold of backstage passes and got to hang with the band and Warrant (the opening act) after the concert.
My hubby and I are members of the mile high club (somewhere over the Atlantic on our way back from Ireland). And we have numped in Reagan National Airport, a random neighboorhood outside of Frederick, MD, a picnic table in Germantown, MD, a park in Springfield, VA, the men’s bathroom and main ballroom in the Hyatt Regency in Greenwich, CT, the garden at a B&B in Leesburg, VA… Oh my, I should be quiet now 
. Now that we have a kid, we are much more conservative in that aspect.
No, it’s just that I was so proud of being part of a conversation that didn’t immediately turn into fart stories! 
And that we managed to spin out an OT thread for 12 pages before the first fart … well, I do find it admirable.
But now that we’re there - am I the only one who is in fits of giggles when the horses fart? I think it is hysterical.
I am dating/sleeping with a man with an SO.
That is my deep dark confession. He is fabulous. And seriously confused. And I love him. And he knows it. So much for FB’s…thats how it started…And, yes, I knew about the SO, and strangely enough, I feel no guilt. I am a terrible, hedonistic person. But my god, the sex is INCREDIBLE. And he’s a wonderful friend.
Today I was snowed in at the farm. While not 75 and sunny, it was white and pretty and my doggie and I sat by the fire all night watching movies and drinking cocoa.
EMPLOYED!!! Finally!! I started at Cosi and didn’t spill anything on anyone (yet), Dupont North for all you VA/MD/DC’ers
Why coreene, don’t continue to dig up my past! I’m trying so hard to live it down! Although I did take one of those Internet surveys my editor sent me and sure enough, I did rank in the top 15% of 'ho dom. How can that be?
(By the way, I just started an off course thread that includes an actual RECENT PHOTO of Mr. Merry on a HORSE!)
I can’t say I’ve inhaled voluntarily, but I’ve inhaled second-hand…not too impressed. Neither were the parental units, when they caught a whiff of me the next morning. (I didn’t shower when I got home)
I’ve numped on a couch in a dorm dayroom, in the back of a Blazer (parked), and taken a roll in the pre-hay in the middle of an alfalfa field!
Oh, and I used to chew Copenhagen.
First concert: Paul Simon when I was like 4. But Green Day when I was 12!
Re: bar numping. I don’t reccomend behind the upstairs bar out of use the night after new year’s eve. bottle caps hurt!!
speak of the devil. the boy just ripped one. go figure he busted out with the “l” word for the first time last night too…
Laura
Danced on a bar? No (would probably knock my 5’11" coconut on something).
Danced on tables in a club? You bet.
Another secret confession. In between my usual shows this year I showed western pleasure for a lark with a friend’s horse 
Confession part II: I loved the Swarovski crystals on the black vest with red ultrasuede patterned yoke and zebra piping, not to mention the fringy chaps! Swank! 
There are 3 brand new riding/boarding/training stables with indoor arenas up or going up this year within 10 minutes drive of where I board.
It’s a good thing I live in Canada, earning Canadian dollars, with a Canadian shipping address, as that ethically limits the amount of crap I can acquire off of Ebay in US dollars.
Why is it that, as a freelance ‘artist’ of sorts, my contracts are always keeping me totally consumed when there are other fun things to do with life? There’s never any exciting times to be had during business lulls.
My car resembles a Tim Horton’s cup graveyard. Even though I swore up and down that “the new car deserves some respect - I’ll never let it look the way the old 1985-mobile does”. Right.
My home office does not have enough filing space and I’ve resorted to the strategic piling method of paper sorting. My tack box has a spot for everything.
“The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.” ~ Ellen Parr
Apparently the men at the office already knew about this.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Coreene:
Because for that much, I would be happy to.
SO, meanwhile, one of the brain surgeons (no pun intended) at the barn the other day was moaning about how “sad” it was that NBA players had games on Xmas day, “surely they would be happier with their families.” Well, let’s review: some of 'em are getting 30k plus per game, then they’ll whup some cuties afterwards, then go to home or hotel for Xmas dinner. Oh yeah, really sad.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
I agree…Mr.AAJumper had to work Christmas day too, and he didn’t make anywhere near 30k for one day!!! Although people do often drop off goodies at the fire station for the guys to enjoy.
visit www.victorianfarms.com
Favorite Drunken injury. Two summers ago I went to a party at a friend’s house, Said house happened to have two flights of wood stairs. I being the newly 21 yr old that I was, intended to put as much alcohol into my little body as possible - half way towards reaching this goal I happened to fall down the stairs (all of them). Thank you to whoever decided that wedge shoes should be fashionable. At the time (being wasted) it hurt - BAD SIGN.
I continued along my merry party way however and didnt realize how really bad it was until I woke up the next morning and couldn’t drive myself home because I couldn’t push in the cluth in my car. Needless to say I thought the resulting bruise on my leg was pretty damn cool and went home and promptly took digital pictures of it to send to all my friends. I still have a lump today, two years later!! 
And now I will leave you with the visual.
“We learn from history that we do not learn from history.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
[This message was edited by ClemsonGraduateRider on Jan. 03, 2003 at 11:39 PM.]
HERE it be ein handsome foto.
I haff sayed this be fore, I be ein German horse und this it be straight from mein mouth.
I’ve danced on a bar so many times that I can’t remember. When my husband met me, he thought I was too much of a party girl for him. I got him drunk- and the rest is history. 
My favorite band of all time is the BoDeans.
I love a good cafe mocha.
I am a bit of a neat freak. The phrase I live by is: A place for everything and everything in it’s place.
My new years resolution is to lose the weight I gained from having my son. This was also last year’s resolution. And the year before. My son is almost 3.
If I could do anything other than ride, I would play hockey (although my lack of coordination and ability to only skate forward would hinder that).
I really get a kick out of the COTH BB. There are some really crazy people on here! 
“I never met a donut that I didn’t like.”
Thinking of combining this thread for pick up lines and organ donors… Any one else getting ideas???
