tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post116022003006742692..comments2024-01-31T00:52:30.471-08:00Comments on Waking Ambrose: BecomingDoug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160340903573728192006-10-08T13:55:00.000-07:002006-10-08T13:55:00.000-07:00Doug, begging your pardon, but I ain't never been ...Doug, begging your pardon, but I ain't never been $mart. Not then. Not now.The amoebahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09997830489035965913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160336628858958112006-10-08T12:43:00.000-07:002006-10-08T12:43:00.000-07:00Quilldancer, that's how I want to be remembered.Mi...Quilldancer, that's how I want to be remembered.<BR/><BR/>Minka, I though the august Sabina had graced my blog. Add one more teutonic disappointment. Funny comment, but two things I'm glad for after my teenage years are that stares don't impregnate and glares don't kill.<BR/><BR/>O Ceallaigh, you mean you were smarter once?Doug The Unahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160335032672229852006-10-08T12:17:00.000-07:002006-10-08T12:17:00.000-07:00Quite the traveler, aren't you Doug? I was 18 bef...Quite the traveler, aren't you Doug? I was 18 before I saw anything outside of eastern Massachusetts, 20 before I saw anything west or south of New York (and most of what I remember of New York was a series of pitchers of sangria - and a basketball team that couldn't <I>see</I> the basket next day, never mind <I>hit</I> it). <BR/><BR/>And at 15, I'd decided not to leer at any girls. Or do anything else with them for that matter. Too dangerous. The next year, one tackled me. And went on to demonstrate the soundness of my decision. Unfortunately, the fruit, once tasted ...The amoebahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09997830489035965913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160332010779542572006-10-08T11:26:00.000-07:002006-10-08T11:26:00.000-07:00Ups...that was Minka signing in on MOm´s computer ...Ups...that was Minka signing in on MOm´s computer :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160331950895560252006-10-08T11:25:00.000-07:002006-10-08T11:25:00.000-07:00:)I just loved your definition of reminisce!Zose G...:)<BR/>I just loved your definition of reminisce!<BR/><BR/>Zose Germanz. You haf to luf zem!<BR/><BR/>I think it would have been a fabulous blend, if only saliva would have reproductive qualities:)Bienehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08268448141068169807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160319279498558632006-10-08T07:54:00.000-07:002006-10-08T07:54:00.000-07:00Reminisce v. wander through old blog commentsDoug,...<B>Reminisce</B> <I>v.</I> wander through old blog comments<BR/><BR/>Doug, did you know that you were the second person ever to comment on my blog?Charlene Amsdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15417995779960967945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160312259753968202006-10-08T05:57:00.000-07:002006-10-08T05:57:00.000-07:00Jamie Dawn, some day I'll Google one of them. How...Jamie Dawn, some day I'll Google one of them. How did you end up in Springfield? I think I've driven through between Tulsa and Memphis, could that be right? Did the school cafeteria serve frogs?<BR/><BR/>Aral, it was a good year for me too. I still thought I might be a good correspondent.<BR/><BR/>Quilly, that was merciful of you.<BR/><BR/>Those Angels are sharp pokers, aren't they Mistress?<BR/><BR/>Ariel, then it's probably good I was in Germany.<BR/><BR/>Quill, it doesn't sound like mouthy was the problem.Doug The Unahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160310907005554412006-10-08T05:35:00.000-07:002006-10-08T05:35:00.000-07:00ariel, I come froma large family and am the younge...ariel, I come froma large family and am the youngest. I'd like to say it made me precocious, but I was spoiled and adored. What that made me what it made me was mouthy.Charlene Amsdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15417995779960967945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160294370848279132006-10-08T00:59:00.000-07:002006-10-08T00:59:00.000-07:00Quilldancer, that's too funny, so witty at the age...Quilldancer, that's too funny, so witty at the age of 15! (I normally was deadly offended if anyone just looked at my chest, heh.)Ariel the Thiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15097086287609287362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160286220941084932006-10-07T22:43:00.000-07:002006-10-07T22:43:00.000-07:00Those angels use their pitchforks in my rear to of...Those angels use their pitchforks in my rear to often. I can't help but reminisce. Sigh.Mistress Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11428012025518812829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160280154174541032006-10-07T21:02:00.000-07:002006-10-07T21:02:00.000-07:0015 -- leer? No. The word "agog" comes to mind. ...15 -- leer? No. The word "agog" comes to mind. I believe I was 15 the the first time a boy asked by chest out. He never even looked at my face. I told him I was sorry, but they couldn't go anywhere without me, then walked away so his brain could start functioning again.Charlene Amsdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15417995779960967945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160279969261507772006-10-07T20:59:00.000-07:002006-10-07T20:59:00.000-07:00What a great story! 1982 was a really happy year ...What a great story! 1982 was a really happy year in my life, actually. I was in 9th grade, and MTV had just come to town. Life was good. <BR/><BR/>Such adventures you've had!Lilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12068609044580667767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160270778767906632006-10-07T18:26:00.000-07:002006-10-07T18:26:00.000-07:00Reminisce... In 1982, I was in college in Springf...Reminisce... In 1982, I was in college in Springflield, MO. What a fun time that was!!<BR/><BR/>Who's your daddy?? Tee-hee<BR/>I was SO hoping that you would have found that family. <BR/>I am sad that you didn't.Jamie Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11036600186909466411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160267588270678952006-10-07T17:33:00.000-07:002006-10-07T17:33:00.000-07:00Quilldancer, I turned 15 that year. You've never ...Quilldancer, I turned 15 that year. You've never seen a fifteen-year-old leer? I don't remember doing much else those days.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Puppybrose, OK, leer was the wrong word. "Aspire moistly?"<BR/><BR/>Ariel, I think it was just realizing she was conceived while I was there. Cola Schnapps?<BR/><BR/>Squaregirl, I think I can account for all my stamps and envelopes.<BR/><BR/>Joel, not even a thought was planted, although there were some reaped.<BR/><BR/>Puppybrose, ouch!Doug The Unahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160258912129872112006-10-07T15:08:00.000-07:002006-10-07T15:08:00.000-07:00i'm thinking the only oats that saw action on that...i'm thinking the only oats that saw action on that first trip were the ones that were boiled.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160255435391388872006-10-07T14:10:00.000-07:002006-10-07T14:10:00.000-07:00My question is this: What guilt or memory prompte...My question is this: What guilt or memory prompted the need to count the years, eh Doug?? Were there wild oats sewn during this time and place?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160244746611660302006-10-07T11:12:00.000-07:002006-10-07T11:12:00.000-07:00Funny. So does this story tell us that there are ...Funny. So does this story tell us that there are no Doug offspring out there or just none in Germany? Oh and paper, stamps and envelopes...those were the days.Alanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03316244154670854155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160242747408495242006-10-07T10:39:00.000-07:002006-10-07T10:39:00.000-07:00LOL!!! now isn't that a real man who starts counti...LOL!!! now isn't that a real man who starts counting on his fingers immediately even when he knows and knows that he did nothing like that. maybe the power of his eyes? :-P<BR/><BR/>sweet story, now give me a glass of wine and good company.Ariel the Thiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15097086287609287362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160242213100178792006-10-07T10:30:00.000-07:002006-10-07T10:30:00.000-07:00leering does NOT normally result in the siring of ...leering does NOT normally result in the siring of a child, unless one is leering at someone *else* while in the act of canoodling. knowing you, however, that was not--nor would ever be--an issue. Quilldancer is right, you were but a pup in 1982, and puppies don't leer, they yearn, pant, and/or drool. all of which i'm guessing you did rather well. none of which would have resulted a waitress named Regina.<BR/><BR/>Fabulous story for this beautiful Saturday, Doug.<BR/><BR/>“I like to <B>reminisce</B> with people I don't know.” ~ Stephen WrightAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160240874998063872006-10-07T10:07:00.000-07:002006-10-07T10:07:00.000-07:00Paper, stamps, ink? Those words have a vaguely fa...Paper, stamps, ink? Those words have a vaguely familiar ring. I can almost remember not having at least one of the above whenever I needed it. I have lost track of a few people myself because of the deficit.<BR/><BR/>In 1982 you were still a puppy. I have never seen a puppy leer.Charlene Amsdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15417995779960967945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160239417106358202006-10-07T09:43:00.000-07:002006-10-07T09:43:00.000-07:00Kyah, I was a lecher prodigy.G, let no Sukkah fall...Kyah, I was a lecher prodigy.<BR/><BR/>G, let no Sukkah fall.<BR/><BR/>Actonbell, I'm innocent. Honest.<BR/><BR/>Mireille, and none have visual causes.<BR/><BR/>Happy birthday, Logo.<BR/><BR/>Sar, no danger unless I slipped on ice.<BR/><BR/>Yeah, yeah, Miz B. How many kids did you have by then?Doug The Unahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160237445149588332006-10-07T09:10:00.000-07:002006-10-07T09:10:00.000-07:00Reminisce... Ah 1982! I was only 7 then....Ha, ha...Reminisce... Ah 1982! I was only 7 then....<BR/><BR/>Ha, ha, ha, haaaa!Miz BoheMiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12684634451330079565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160234724164732482006-10-07T08:25:00.000-07:002006-10-07T08:25:00.000-07:00(*Snicker*, Lady Logo. I for one will be checking...(*Snicker*, Lady Logo. I for one will be checking my mailbox in January!)Sarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00898887379236020609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160234537349565122006-10-07T08:22:00.000-07:002006-10-07T08:22:00.000-07:00Ah, I see it's a Doug story week which means an I ...Ah, I see it's a Doug story week which means an I Heart Danger story. Well, normally. The closest I could find in this one was your taking a risk by booking the motel in the area you remembered this family having lived 20+ years earlier <EM>before</EM> looking them up to make sure. <BR/><BR/>Btw, I never tire of these pictures you post from your travels.Sarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00898887379236020609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1160234219287404842006-10-07T08:16:00.001-07:002006-10-07T08:16:00.001-07:00I too can identify with the problem of keeping in ...I too can identify with the problem of keeping in communication with letters, even the electronic age hasn't cured my issues. I've taken to calling people anytime I think of them within a week or so of their birthday because lord knows, if I don't do it the very minute it flits through my head it may not occur again till next year.<BR/>My gender protects me from identifying too much with your other issue and mango schapps sounds fascinating.<BR/><BR/>(I am considering, for the coming year, just sending everyone a birthday card in January, anniversary cards to those who look like they will make it through the year and sympathy cards to the families of those who don't, whatcha think?)Logophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05791617221187190709noreply@blogger.com