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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (61035)	11/21/2001 12:14:47 AM
From: Lady Lurksalot	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Look! It's been archived! Surely, one of the all-time Internet greats! Be sure to read the link to the great Volvo road test. web.archive.org Now I am off to see if I can find "The Parody Page," "Denounce," and "Disgruntled." All now defunct, sadly.

To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (61035)	11/21/2001 1:39:38 AM
From: epicure	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

So when does my Burkha arrive?

To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (61035)	11/21/2001 11:25:44 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

I think one of those discarded burkhas is just what I need to keep me warm here at the keyboard now that winter has finally arrived in the metroplex. CW arrived last night. He walked in, looked around the room, fire glowing, soft music playing, everything lovely, and said, "This must be the house you always wanted and couldn't have for 21 years." Then he dumped two guitars, speakers, stands, backpack, laundry, and a large box of small objects that erupted all over the room. He turned off VIvaldi, plugged in the electric guitars, and said, let's make some real music. HIs hair, very thick and curly, stands out 12" from his head and he has a fu manchu beard. I gently suggested getting a haircut before he sees all our friends and relatives, and he was horrified, informing me that he and Ammo are having a contest to see who grew the biggest head of hair. He was wearing sandals and says he has no shoes. I draw the line there. He WILL wear real shoes for Thanksgiving, damn it. At least I have some warning what Ammo is going to look like today. I am struggling with the "I am not my children, they are their own people, they do not reflect me, it's what they are inside that counts" concept, and I am losing; my friend's sons will be in perfect yuppieform tomorrow because they are hers and she is perfect. Now I know why my mother was upset when I showed up at a family get-together in ragged jeans, a headband, and bare feet. I had been Miss Perfect Teenager while under her control. She must have felt that all those years of etiquette and grooming had been in vain. How she must have suffered, I bet her little cremated remains are jumping up and down in glee in their urn today. I think there's a lesson in this for me-- somewhere. But I really would like to learn it next week- after he gets a haircut, shaves, and puts on the nice Izod sweater I am buying him.