Dunno what u mean here so I will pull out my fainting couch and smelling salts and choose to be Deeply Offended cuz I do not know what u just said. Dang where did I put that couch? Oh well just go take your meds like a good boy or Nurse Ratchett will finally schedule that long overdue lobotomy for you
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It is mennonite country. When you go to Telford Dorothy you aren’t in Kansas anymore. Yeah Conan’s mom kept her McMansion icy cold and her eleven acres are exposed and windblown because her spirit animal is a horse. The trip home I would freeze to death waiting for my car to warm up. Conan would offer me one shot way back in the day as a buffer against the chill. He hasn’t offered and I haven’t asked in a very long time.
The plains, from Canada to Mexico, are overflowing with Mennonites.
http://plainshumanities.unl.edu/encyclopedia/doc/egp.rel.033
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I have to drive through dui check points often. A couple of times they were so much fun. I had to get four stitches very close to my one eye for boring reasons, no drama. When I had to stop the car with Conan riding shotgun a coupla times my eye looked bad til it healed. I like making Conan almost pee his pants as long as he doesn’t really you know do it. So I would tell Conan cheerfully “don’t worry I’ll just tell the cops you popped me a good one.” He would say Nooooo! with real panic in his voice.
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Love mennonites but they are fun to mock. I give everyone shit all the time. It is my hobby. Thanks for the link. Been very lazy lately so I just go to the mennonite diners, the huge mennonite supermarket or the mennonite barbecue place. Maybe when I ride out this lazy spell sometime in 2026 or 27
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Dayum.
I’m sure we’re like 4th cousins twice removed or something.
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Heh. I had to see my doctor for a check up recently down in the city. She is smart and funny and we talked about everything and busted on each other. By the end she was dancing to “let it go” from frozen. But when she tried to call a wig a prosthetic hair piece or something I practically screamed "WIG’ at her. Oo that nun title sounds kinky. My cousins used to call their one short nun “little hitler” I won’t mention Media Specialists to Conan as he is pompous and prissy enough
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My parents were completely unashamed and we all laughed about it after we got to our bunker. Er suite. This is exactly the kind of thing that Librarian and I were chatting about on that Food Memories board. He and I have to be distant relatives also. I would be honored to call you family. Tears up a little
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The Sister of Bound Periodicals guarded those abstracts with her soul.
There was another nun who wore a permanent scowl that never changed and she rarely spoke. I’m not sure she could speak. We called her Sister Dead Face. No one messed with those nuns.
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-35 years of age. It was back during the FDR or Truman administration I think.
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A classic!!
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My mother’s family were not catholic but my dad’s family sure was. As a baby I was Christened but oddly I don’t have much memory of that. My grandmother on my dad’s side Helen had me kidnapped so I could get a baptism too. My middle name was hastily given to me by the priest as the window of opportunity was closing. It had to be a saint’s name and I have always treasured my middle name. Oh yes I went to chestnut hill college run by the sisters of st. joseph and had many encounters there of the nun kind. This one pretty old nun took a liking to me and I had stopped by her office to give her a copy of one of my grandfather’s stories. She was on the phone and I got restless sitting there waiting. My butt hadn’t even left the seat hardly but I was thinking of returning later. With Absolute Authority she snapped her fingers at me loudly and pointed to the empty chair. I sat back down like a well trained dog. I like Rumpole of the Bailey but she was my real life “she who must be obeyed.”
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LOL! So funny.
Mom was a devote Missouri Synod Lutheran so in other words Catholic Lite.
My father was uncivilized, hostile, and irreligious.
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My mom’s family was Lutheran. My mom was especially fond of lutheran sermons because they are brief and to the point. Unlike my posts They are not allowed to ask anymore but I would often put down lutheran as my affiliation. It is so much more fun to write Quaker. Eight years of quaker school at Plymouth Meeting Friends. Started age four at full day kindergarten and an hour bus ride each way. The teachers were not there for the money, they wanted to be there. And they kept a good eye on us during recess too.
But back to nuns. Always loved all hallow’s eve and one halloween I got my hands on a halloween nun costume. And no I didn’t do the whole pregnant nun thing. Stale. I probably should have done the nun in full make up but so glad I did not because I ended up punking my dad accidentally. He had stopped by for dinner on Halloween night just before my SO and I were hitting the bars. I had a generic nun costume on. I came up behind him to tell him we were leaving and he gasped, turned white and his mouth went wide open. He thought I was the angel of death in nun form and his time had come.
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We lost our beloved 13 year old female dog earlier this year. We bandied back and forth later on as to whether we should get another dog at our age and out of guilt in her memory. Came home 6 weeks ago to find “him” in our yard. A drop off. Friendly, clean and flea free. My grandson helped me give him a bath the next day and he was Frontline Plussed. He was house broken which is half the battle. He has his bed in the living room and sleeps next to my husband at night on the floor/carpet. We weren’t looking for him but he found us.
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It’s tough when you’ve put so much into it. Sorry for your loss. This situation seems like a sign from above, to me.
Our two pound puppies died in 2010 within a few weeks of each other, the last just days before I had to head off for 2 weeks of corporate training. My wife and I decided we would hold off on looking for more.
By the end of the first week, while I was gone, they had decided [edit - this “they” was my wife and 3 daughters] on 2 new pound pups - littermates.
They’ve been a great joy and a great amount of exasperation these last 12 years, given their very different personalities.
Still - wouldn’t have it any other way.
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I recently saw a YouTube video where someone explained she was grieving over a lost pet and didn’t want another one. I don’t remember the circumstances but somehow a new puppy ended up in her home. She said she spent spent a day or so telling the new puppy about all the things she loved about her previous puppy. She claimed the process was quite therapeutic and the new puppy and her bonded tightly. Nice story. Don’t know if it helps. Good luck with the new “him”. He’s in goods hands.
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What a wonderful story. Thank you. What is your little Angel of Mercy’s name? I waited six long years before I was ready for another mini doxie, until I could bear it no longer. My colleague at the library had two rescue dogs that her whole life revolved around. She posted pics on fb every day. I was just looking at them the night before the unspeakable happened. I met her one dog Simon at the decadent sordid depraved staff christmas party at the library when she brought him. It was just around memorial day when she got the call at work. She commuted from Collingswood NJ. Her house had burned down and her dogs did not survive.
She moved in with her parents for a spell and the vet she used learned about this awful event. Two schpoodle puppies had just been surrendered to the local rescue and the vet asked that those dogs have a hold placed on them. Within ten days those dogs were hers. Her parents welcomed the dogs into their home even though they already had a dog. I look at those dogs pics on fb every day and marvel. My hero’s name is Mel and she taught me life is too short to go around dogless. Or at least catless. Sorry felines.
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Our two brats have been extra naughty lately. Rescue cat but adopted as a kitten and senior chi jrt and doxie mix, heavy on the chi. Simba the cat made a jailbreak twice this week and the dog harley jumped out of our car without permission two or three times. Aaaaa! Suicidal maniacs scaring the shit out of us. Sounds like you were a sitting duck on this one. Heh. They are so worth it but like kids their timing can be attrocious. Go figure.
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