Saturday, June 04, 2005

Hey, Norden!

Why don't you 'SuperSwede' the situation by sending me your e-mail address?!?

For the rest of you, I believe an old highschool buddy left a comment yesterday. The above is a private joke that you're not suppose to understand, but that will conjure up in her mind an image of herself running through the halls of our highschool with a Swedish flag worn as a cape. I'll stop there lest she backlash with some truly sordid stories about moi. Whew!

Since I'm commenting on comments, let me tell you all how much I love to recieve them: I absolutely love your comments. It's like hearing from a bunch of girlfriends who 'get me'. I like to respond, too, if I can get to your e-mail address from your post.

The one problem has been Teri Springer....sheesh, Teri, it's always you;)! I've been trying to respond to you, but for some reason your address is being blocked by my server. They're implementing new spam software, so maybe that's the problem.

Bye for now. May The Horse be with you.


teri springer said...

AAcckkkkk!!! Why me????? I am actually I thought you were ignoring me!!

Ya know, I would LOVE to hear some of your HS stories....I have a feeking they are as wild and wierd as mine......


Cathy said...

Alright, here's my e-mail, and I don't care who knows it.

Well, I guess I care, a little. But I shan't reveal any high school stories because they are all a very poor reflection on my character. That was nothing compared to college, though.

Love and kisses,

Cathy said...

Oh, and PS: I have a very full and clear memory of the Princess Leia thing. Carrie Fisher, we hardly knew ye.

Debra said...

I LOVE reading comments... and writing comments.

And all of you are safe from hearing any of MY high school stories... that was ancient history. About the only story I still tell is about typing (yes, typing) my senior research paper for English.

Duncan said...


Melissa said...

I just can't resist...and soon, we'll all be in the same time zone again. Yeesh, 20 years...and yet, still every bit as stupid as 1984.