Please pardon any extraneous letters you find in my post. I’ve been scattering quite a few of those in my wake lately.
Must be some form of senility…
Yep, just the hinges appear to have given way and the window just bloop fell out. But not a pile of broken bits, it’s still intact. Only the wood screws tore loose from the bottom so the wood guy (referred to me by the window guy) said he’d have to rebuild the window. I’m fairly impressed that you can drop a window from the second floor of a house and not break the glass. My bush underneath the window was significantly less impressed. In fact you could say it was crushed.
As for 1988, I graduated from college and moved from Florida to Cincinnati. By this time in 1988 I was experiencing my first true autumn in about 10 years, I suppose.
(on preview: remind me NOT to flirt with Cougarfang for at least 25 years)
Baby.
That is all.
But, heh, another Older Woman… I could collect the whole set! Yeah, that would go over well around here. (The Little Woman is also the Older Woman. She has one day shy of two whol months on me. A little bit of trivia there.)
Wow…dwyr’s real smart and has some sort of work ethic. Man, she worries me…
A Wood Guy and a Window Guy for one window. Do you get a Glass Guy too? Or a Mortar Guy? You could get a whole set too. (But a whole set of Older Wimmins is waaaay better than a whole set of Fixin’ Men.)
-Rue.
In 1988, I moved in with my now ex-partner. I was 34 years old, but still six months and six days younger than FairyChatMom
I don’t have a new chalice but I did get a brand new computer at work while I was away.
Yep, I’ve been away. I had to go to southern Indiana for work, then the new bf and I went away to the beach together, just the two of us, for four days. Now, I’m back at work and people are talking strange languages at me. They think I know what they’re saying and expect me to give them answers in the same strange languages. I thing I’m gonna go get the bf and run away with him again.
You were in Southern Indiana and you didn’t even stop by? I can’t speak for Rue, but I am h-u-r-t, hurt!
Hey, I was well on my way to learning my multiplication tables in 1988, so neener-neener!
Sez you, I can think of a BUNCH of things I could do with a whole set o’ fixin’ men.
(Buttcracks need not apply).
Oh, and in the beginning of 1988, I was teaching music in the public schools, at the end of 1988, I was working on my Master’s Degree and teaching music in two parochial schools part-time.
And went to Jamaica (Hedonism II) that year. Hence my giggling at your interpretation of me…
Err…make that southern Illinois. I was in southern Illinois, not Indiana. Sheesh! At least I remembered it was somewhere in the midwest.
Yeah, Indiana, Illinois - who can tell them apart?? So, how’s that Alzheimer’s working out for you, swampbear??
Welcome back, you old fart!
Last week of July, 1988 was when I moved to the DC area. Sure doesn’t seem like 14 years.
Okay, I get it. I’m old.
Probably a couple of months older than Rue, even.
And I don’t have a chalice, nor a Magic 8-Ball, nor the Complete Set of Collectors Edition Pink Flamingos, nor a wading pool.
I do have a couple of those bamboo and wicker garden torch things, but that’s just not as cool.
Whippersnappers like Cougarfang, Eonwe and FairyChartMom <wink> really have no excuse for making me feel all self-conscious about my spreading gut and thinning hair.
And my chronic lack of really cool stuff.
No, I didn’t have a point. Why do you ask?
or was it Ohio? Iowa? Wisconsin? Minnesota? Nope…wait…yep…definitely Illinois. Or was that Missouri?
[sub]as soon as I can remember where I put muh cane I’m gone whomp ol’ FCM on the head with it.[/sub]
MWAH!!! Thanks for the wb ya old broad!
Oh, don’t anyone worry about that, I gave it up years ago. But if you’d like to worry about other facets of my personality, go on ahead. It reassures me of my corporeal existence.
So there. 
Poor Ex. “Tinning hair”? Ha! I have a thick luxurious head of hair. I’m like the “after” picture they show you for hair restoration places. Man I have good hair. Not receding a bit.
If anything, it’s advancing.
Advancing down my back and into my ears.
(We won’t talk about spreading guts. The chicks don’t dig that.)
Hmm… I really worry about many facets of dwyr’s personality. Yup, she’s first and foremost (both) on my mind quite often.
Recently I’ve been concerned over her lack of confidence in her own corporiality. Like a whole person could just
Dang it!
I started replying in the quicky box, then I wanted to do a snazzy color effect. So I copied everything to my notepad (Or whatever the hell it’s called when you hit alt+C on a Mac. Like I care.) and then…
hit “submit”.
I really wanted to go up and hit the “Reply to Post” button.
So I did that now.
Let’s see if it was all worth it…
Recently I've been concerned over her lack of confidence in her own corporiality.
Like a whole person could just fade a way.
-Rue.
(On “Preview” I decided:
No, it wasn’t really worth the effort. But if I got it right the first time, I would have been happy with it.
And
“Thinning hair” Ex. But if you’re going grey at the temples and look all suave, I guess you could say “tinning hair”.
If you’re real stupid.)
I’m guessing Rue hasn’t had his morning cuppa coffee yet.
Rue, something that’s been bothering me everytime I see your thread here: have you been reading Dr. Seuss to the boys lately? I want to follow up your thread title with: “…and sometimes I’m quite certain there’s a jurtain in the curtain and a bamp beneath the lamp. There’s a nupoard in the cupboard and a …”
Shibb, if you go up to the top half of the thread, Eonwe puts forth a theory on the name too. Then Snickers sets tyhe record straight. And has a link.
You should pay more attention.
Sheesh.
-Rue.
Rue, your posts crack me up. 
In 1988 I was nine years old. I think. counts on fingers Yep, nine. And I was just starting to have real trouble with math.