talking about how I look like crap when I travel. Now I know what you’re thinking: “You? Looking like crap? Impossible! You are a vision in sweatpants and fleece!”
Really, public, you are too kind. What have I done to deserve you? I haven’t even told you about the Bike Incident In Fourth Grade yet. Nor about how ducklings smell. (They have a certain musky duckling odor which is a blend of the food you feed them and their tiny duckling poohs. If ever you had pet ducks, it’s a heady fragrance. I kind of miss it.)
Oh, did I not tell you? The bottom dropped out of the nostalgia problem last night—I awoke from a dream about a high school boyfriend—and now apparently I’m trapped in nostalgia free fall and so memories from all parts of my life are kicking themselves up, be they when I peed all over my bike on the way home, accidentally and inexplicably in fourth grade, or when I had pet ducks even earlier than that.
And if you happen to be someone who is reading my blog for the first time, welcome! It isn’t all bike urine and duckling crap all the time, but it isn’t not that, either.
I can’t lie…bike seat urine and duckling crap only endear you to me. Honestly, I am totally crushing on you right now. 😉 <--- (yeah I totally went with the IM wink)
Let us not forget my personal favorite – Toilet Duck. The newbies need to hear that one. Then again it could just be me that enjoys those words together. Toilet Duck,Toilet Duck,Toilet Duck…okay I need to stop now.
Okay, Toilet Duck sounds like a superhero and “sweatpants and fleece” sounds like the name of a perfume.
I need to really stop now.
Quote of the NOSTALGIA:
“If NOSTALGIA were bright lights, I curse you Alison for what you did to me ….”
——–Anderson Cooper’s eye
Five more reasons why we love Alison:
1. There’s nothing’s better than some Alison on a Sunday morning (even if it’s only in Page Six)
2. She’s better than Hitler
3. After years of playing guitar, excellent hand and finger control
4. We now know for sure she doesn’t have toe-thumbs
5. She keeps blogging in spite of our immature abuse
Well, you certainly took the compliment right out of my mouth. Actually, what I was thinking was, why is there 13 slots for eggs in my refrigerator? Baker’s dozen is a sham. But seriously, I liked the pics of the function you hosted. Would it be fair to say that it was Ross-ume? (play on awesome, but you knew that already.) I also liked the Where’s Alison’s sister thingie. Waaaay better than “Where’s Waldo?”
Michael.
Okay, not meaning to be a nuisance here, but I thought I could go with just Michael., but I can’t. It’s just not me. It’s like Sache’ Shante’ or something not even remotely close to that. It was more of a pilot-thingie, and it failed in my eyes.
Michael.
La.
Speaking of ducklings. Did you know that Duckies is slang down here for money? Aside from that, About .5 miles from my complex is a small bridge that goes over the bayou. Alot of people stop and fish there. Well, when you stand there, you can see the trees coming out of the water with moss on them, and the neat thing is there are ducks that swim there as well. (wild ones.) Ducks fly south for the winter, that is just a known fact. It’s very palatial. I have a pic of the scene on my cell-phone. If I were a painter I would paint it. Anyway, this is just a tribute to the fact that Alison likes ducks.
Michael.
La.
I didn’t know that, but I have to say when I was reading at the beginning I was bracing myself and thinking “please don’t let it be slang for tobeys because tobeys is already slang for that.”
And it’s not! Yay!
My dad used to sing “Oh My Darling, Clementine” to me to make me fall asleep. That song still makes me yawn. (the relation being “duckies”) Also: I had a duck named Clementine. Named for the song.
I like your story about Clementine. I wouldn’t dare fowl up (okay, that was a funny pun.) something I know you or anyone else that blogs here is fond of. It’s not in me. *smile.*
Michael.
La.
UPDATE: My line about “pilot-thingie” was just a reference to trial and error. Which come to think of it, trial and error would have been much better to use. Just thinkin’ aloud here. I’m my own critic.
Michael.
La.