| 07/15/08 08:55 AM |
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Ann Tolar (Cheshire)
Hello All – (please excuse me for my long posts – I can’t seem to edit my fingers any better than I can tame my big mouth. I openly acknowledge the flaw, but alas, am hopelessly unable to correct it…)
Having said that…here comes another War and Peace length saga…
I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday. I love the 4th of July. I didn’t know how much I did until my first Fourth in England. I was sort of torn…there’s the old “when in Rome” adage, but it seemed just nasty, hot, and sticky wrong to NOT celebrate. Soooo, I had a cook out in my back yard (they say back GARDEN – I say yard) and bought the cheesiest fireworks ever. Finding that a little too reserved for my tastes, the next year, I jumped up on my desk in protest for having to work on the Fourth, waved a tiny American flag, and sang The Star Spangled Banner at the top of my lungs. My assistant put the intercom on as well, so my escapades were heard all over the building. The following year, I had the Fourth off ;-)
* Ohhhhhhhh…Jason’s Pizza. Now there was some good eatin’! I hold them directly responsible for the enormity of my left butt cheek.
* Okay, Reid Howard :-) I’ll wait til the reunion for you to fill me in on the Malia drama. I plan on getting a room at the hotel, so we can stay up all night and dish if necessary. We’ll just make sure the windows are locked so we don’t feel inclined to recreate the moment.
* Kerry – I am truly sorry to hear that your daughter is getting picked on. As the official “fat chick” throughout my entire school career, I get how painful the jokes can be. I remember one of those shirt signing days we used to have. I was so excited that so many people wanted to sign my shirt. Until I got home…at least 15 people had written “Where’s the beef?” Right on my behind. That sure knocked the wind right out of my little sails. But your daughter can rise above the pain and shame. The trick (for me at least) is to find something to take the focus off the source of the ridicule. Whether it be talent, personality, or humor, the more you show your attributes, the more hidden your flaws become. Having said that, it still sucks big frog butts to be laughed at, picked on, singled out, or bullied. I wish you and your daughter luck on dealing with and hopefully overcoming the bad behavior of others. Regarding the shirt thing…I still have that little piece of my history…but instead of hurting me now, it just reminds me that yes, I am fat, HOWEVER, at least I am creative enough to not steal commercial tag lines and others’ sentiments when I feel the need to express myself. Fat is correctable…boring is forever ;-)
* Cheryl – What a brave and heartfelt post. Nothing will ever undo the hurt you felt, but by expressing your feelings, you likely helped some other people who feel/felt the same way you did/do. And also, by discussing it, you opened a door for yourself that others can now walk through. In 7th grade there was a boy (I won’t mention names, he can identify himself if he wants to) who hated me and picked on me all the time. I hated him as well and from what I recall, I either threatened to hit him on the back of the head with a book, or I actually DID hit him. (Knowing me back then, I likely knocked the fool out of him.) We were in Mrs. Weathers’ class, and the book was the last straw. She sent us to the principal’s office. We were forced to talk, to apologize, and to shake hands. Our relationship certainly did not improve right away, but by senior year, I had an amazing amount of respect for him, considered him a friend, and still count him as one of the people I miss most from school. Maybe with your post, you visited your own virtual principal’s office. With your words and Shannon’s reply, perhaps the animosity y’all felt in the past will lead you to a friendship in the future. As for me, if I did or said anything to hurt you (and again, knowing who I was then, I probably did) I apologize. If you ever want or need to talk about it, my e-door is always open.
* Betty and Jenni – Okay, here’s my vision. We get all the members of the band to play, all the original singers to sing and do the little hand movements, Ward and Sean to play guitar, Arnie to break dance, Monique can sashay about in her big puffy sleeved dress, Van can shake some degreaser maraca style, and someone can use Ward’s goat cheese containers as bongos. Shoot – who needs a DJ? We’ve got our own band…The Reunionators? Stand by We? VarinaPurina? We’ll keep working on the name :-) Hey, if we work really hard, maybe we can come up with 88 members for our band. Then we can go on Letterman and start a big fund raising drive for our 25th reunion…or perhaps I should just go lie down with a cold compress for a long while…
No, really, Reid (Horton that is) is trying to come to the reunion, and if he can, we’ll get together with Jenni on the singing thing. Y’all might be very sorry for asking, and I recommend ear plugs for all, because I don’t know about Reid, but to say I’m a little rusty is an understatement. I gave up the microphone for the keyboard a long time ago. I mean, a song is only 4 minutes long, but I can go on for hours…as you can see…with a comfy chair, a PC, and a spell checking program.
Anyway…I’m shutting up now. No really, I am…
Ann
p.s. I mailed my check yesterday. Since Johnnie Depp and Sig from Deadliest Catch were both unavailable on the 11th, I’ll be bringing my fiancé. I got engaged in Charleston last week. There was this sailor on the beach and he’d had a few…..nahhh…just kidding. I’ve been dating Chuck for a couple of years and he surprised me while we were on vacation. Too bad for Johnnie and Sig…
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