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Actually, I’ve got a million of ‘em. My parents knew no fear when it came to throwing the four of us in the station wagon and heading off in search of adventure.

It was great when we were little, running along the dunes in Lake Michigan.

Then there were many years when we went to Clear Lake, where our dad drank cocktails and taught us to water ski. Our mom drank cocktails, too, and was the “watcher.” Depending on how many cocktails, she might notice you’d fallen off the skis when they were halfway around the lake. Or not. Luckily, we were all good swimmers.

On my way home, I passed a van with colourful Kentucky plates and I thought to myself "Isn't that where Tizzy lives?" I was gonna hide in the back and hitch a ride down there, but with my lousy memory, it'd turn out that you live in Arizona or something. Sigh.
Summers were always great when I was a kid, because my Mom was a teacher and had the same vacation times that my sister and I did. We usually rented a cottage close enough to Kingston for my dad to sell theater tickets over the phone. We had to play quietly when he was working, but afterwards he would throw us in the lake repeatedly until we were giggling so much we nearly drowned.

Summer was great when I was growing up. I remember that on really hot days, my parents would take me off of the chain in the back yard and let me run around in the basement where it was cool.

Awww, shucks, Towerbrave! I would have given you a true Kentucky welcome, too - thrown your shoes in the creek and poured you a big old Mason jar full of moonshine!

my parents would take me off of the chain in the back yard...

You had a chain?

Mine used staples to attach me to bed of nails on the back stoop.

I remember going to my great-grandmother's hog farm, and laughing my ass off when my stoopit cousin peed on the electric fence.

Shocking!

my stoopit cousin peed on the electric fence.

When I was little and had no sense
I took a whiz on an electric fence
It hurt so bad, It shocked my balls
I took a dump in my overalls

Here's a recent one, from our trip to Hawaii:

sunset from our lanai

That was two hours of just some crazy ass sunset action. I really felt that if there were a Supreme Being, he was laying it on a little thick. Especially when all the dolphins started jumping. Showing off, really.

Irrelevantly, guess what? I'm moving. In September.

We've gone from an apartment a year ago to owners of two homes. Something is awry.

AAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!!!

No. More. Vacations. EVER! Do you HEAR me!?!? Do. Not. SPEAK to me of this VACATION thing, ALRIGHT?!?!?!?!!!!!!

* wails *
"Tizzie! Why must you torment me so?"
/ wails

Actually, Wales might be a better place to go next time. We'll think about it.

"Sweet" 16th birthday, uncle's wheat farm, small town Saskatchewan.

I try not to think about it.

From the picture he linked to versus the one I posted, Commish - I think it's Kafkaesque who owes you an apology. He went to paradise, I went to northeast Indiana. Be fair, be fair.

I always preferred vacationing in cities to the blast-furnace pleasures of the beach or the rural elegance of, ah, northern Indiana or Saskatchewan. One of the best was Boston; We stayed in a hotel overlooking the Charles into Georgetown, with scullers drawing lines across it every morning; the first evening's dinner at a wall-hole in Georgetown (recommendation of the cabbie, an avuncular Czech of no mean accent and a willingness to employ it dilligently) wherein I found the best crabcakes I've every had, before or since; spent the better part of a day walking the length of the Freedom Trail, the returning halfway to rest and refortify at the Union Oyster House, ducking through doorways made for smaller, just-post-colonial men; another day's leisure spent on Harvard Square, ruminating through a dozen bookstores and tramping across the vaunted quadrangles of my sons' future alma mater, culminating in an early dinner sipping ales and watching students parade at John Harvard's Brew House; and to cap, a slow-shuttle to Provincetown, to spend the day huntin souveniers, doing a workmanlike job of ignoring the increasingly flamboyant, ah, flamboyancies, and grabbing a lengthy lunch at a nameless rooftop cafe, where the waitresses all wore bright printed shifts and apparently competed vigorously with each other in both courtesy and number of tattoos/piercings. We saw whales on the shuttle back, and chugged into Boston Harbor into a beautiful sunset.

I think I wouldn't mind retiring to Cape Cod, should fortune smile upon me enough during my life that I may afford it.

I would have given you a true Kentucky welcome, too - thrown your shoes in the creek and poured you a big old Mason jar full of moonshine!

Damn.

Can you get good moonshine where you are, tizzie?

How 'bout hooking a brother up in a couple weeks?

I don't think they let you carry it on the plane, Vidiot, what with the volatility and all.

You get a belly full of moonshine, you're likely to spontaneously cobust.

I had this thread open in a tab behind some other stuff, looked up, and thought I'd read "Vatican Season". And wouldn't you know it, my Boniface tapestry is at the cleaners.

As for vacation memories; The details have been mercifully repressed or destroyed via chemicals, but I'll own up to having been to Branson Fucking Missouri more than half a dozen times.

Pity me.

They will, though, let you check it in your luggage. I brought back two dozen swiss army knives from Corp HQ last goround, I just put them in a couple of manilla clasp envelopes, slid them into the outside pocket of my suitbag, and told the Xray dude that they were in there. No sweat, they just waved me out.

Wrap that mason jar in bubble wrap, put it in a ziploc, wrap it in bubble wrap again. I've carried homebrew this way.

Have had many great family vacations, visited almost every state with them . Mostly via the car. When I was 18 enjoyed the greatest family vacation “peace” : my parents and two little brothers drove to Pennsylvania. Those 1.5 weeks home alone were fantastic.

My Great grandparents lived in Montana during the summer months. My Grandfather had many iron.silver/gold mine ventures there. His work was a day hiking and attending the claims on the several mountains he owned. Twice Had the oppertunity to spend a summer monthsin Montana at his log cabin home there - no electricity, no running water, and cooking & heating with a 100 year old wood burning stove. We fished our suppers & slept at night fall. Honestly, living like that in the wild was fantastic. Our weeks worth of groceries kept refrigerated in the creek being fed by a 35F spring. We ate like kings and most meals consisted of pie made from the many wild fruits off the land. Heck IGA was 20 minutes away & Great Falls an hour. I learned how to preservative & can the berries we picked from our hikes. The minks we trapped he showed me how to skin …talk about a musk smell, ewww!. If we had drunk goats milk, I would have thought I my name was “Heidi”. The black bears were another story during those summers visits…

Thomcatspike = Davy Crockett.

Thom, I hope you have the little cap with the tail. Now that would be perfect.

9622.net: If we had drunk goats milk, I would have thought I my name was “Heidi”.

milk,I my name
that would be tainted goat's milk;P

"...or the rural elegance of, ah, northern Indiana or Saskatchewan."

Well now you're just rubbing salt into the wound, arencha?

Fine. I call 9622 meet. In Prague, summer of 2005. People who own multiple properties and those who can kill their own meat and clothing (side look at thom) can surely afford to meet me in Europe.

Friday night, somewhere about 7:30. Who's with me?

2005, since I finally got a job I can maybe afford it. The only problem is that I'm afraid if I leave the country they won't let me back in-- and all my stuff is here.

Ok, the meet in New Orleans it is then. ufez, you got that up there? tj is coming.

Salmonberry, you should come to New York.

Everybody should come! How're you gonna keep 'em down on the farm after they've seen Karl Hungus?

*cries*

My paper route doesn't give me that kind of cash. Why must flying to, and being in, NYC be so pricey?!?!

But...but...what's this? "We are looking at Los Angeles, CA for Spring of 2005, Louisville in July 2005, and possibly Austin, TX for fall 2005."

We'll all stay at eyeballkid's place.

Oh my god, metafilter's been hacked, and I just saw that thing I never wanted to see. Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit.

My eyes! My eyes!

Colon we all just get along?

What a pain in the ass that was.

It does, admittedly, fill a gaping void.

Trying desparately to change the subject:

Hey, when I get to NYC, can we go visit all the places that were listed in the "hey-look-at-me and not that punk-ass-democrat-guy" terror alert today?

It just seems like the opportunity of a lifetime!

Sure! I've got camo & burkas & turbans for everybody! (Failed Broadway musical idea. Long story.) But bring any automatic weaponry you've got lying around, and between that and the moonshine (or something local; we can find us something to get messed up on, seeing as this ain't a dry county just yet), we can get all drubken and belligerent-like, and we'll have ourselves a real eye-opening ole time! Yee Haw!

But yeah, sure, no sweat. It won't take long. They're all in the same neighborhood.

Just don't forget to wear your P. Diddy-approved "Vote or Die" T-shirt.

Mysteries to ponder: on the first page of Google's "related" to 9622.net links:

"Your doctor's tie may be a hotbed of bacteria"

Hmmmm.....

That's generally what I'm hoping for.

I take my action where I can get it these days.

Beware NYC's monkeys.

And the expert quoted was from Helping Hands! Once upon a time, we gave them a brick. Yay, us.

Actually, that brick is simultaneously in a state of existing and not existing, since we have never figured out if they ever placed it. They've got our money, that's for sure. And if I hear a bunch of monkeys have new tiny bicycles, there's going to be hell to pay.

Incidentally, what is with this:

But some neighbors said they have seen Seidler doing chores in the yard and doubt the monkey is more than an exotic pet - which would make it illegal in the city. Seidler, an Orthodox Jew, dismissed such comments as anti-Semitic.

Is there some Jewish-Monkey connection of which I am unaware? Is it a Kabbalah thing?

You'll pry my $26 red string from my cold, dead hands...

I think the monkey was his Shabbat goy.

Administrator, please hope us!

We have been liberally dosed with spam, and our spam-removal god - the mighty tay-hota - is probably too busy with his new hotty job to come to our rescue.

This by way of saying congrats on the job, TJ!

Anyone know where I can get some lipitor?

hi.. i'm sneaking this in from work... someone else is gonna have to do spam duties now.

I'm happy to help; just tell me what I'd need to do.

Anyone know where I can get some lipitor?

Can give you a lipachin.

I think we should get off work one hour early because Rick James died. I mean, how can they expect us to sit in our cubicles and surf the web at a time like this?

Bastards.

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