socks in their skivvies

anelle95: it's a good thing that scott knows a thing or two about rowing given the amount of flooding they are showing.
shmeshyus: lol!
shmeshyus: but he can't give me a good explanation as to WHY the shoes are SCREWED INTO THE BOAT!!!
anelle95: nobody knows
shmeshyus: lol
anelle95: i asked garrett the same thing
anelle95: no answer
anelle95: how did you know about it?
shmeshyus: we've talked about it before... you and i
anelle95: but how did you guys start talking about it?
shmeshyus: i asked him about it today cause i was looking at a picture on the wall where all their shoes are on the deck thingie
shmeshyus: and he's like OF COURSE the shoes are SCREWED into the boat. DUH! WHY WOULD THEY NOT BE?!?!
anelle95: yeah, that's the way it was for me too. like in rowing 101 they're like DEFEND THE SHOES. no matter what! we dont get it either but don't let anyone know!
shmeshyus: LOL! LOL!
anelle95: i mean, they can't all wear the same size... that can't make for good steering
anelle95: whose idea was that?
shmeshyus: i'm like "what if people have different size feet?" "what about athletes foot?" "what if the boat tips over?"
shmeshyus: i just don't get it
shmeshyus: they steer with their feet?
anelle95: one guy steers..... with the shoe.... that's stuck in the boat.
shmeshyus: every other sport in the world you wear your own "especially for that sport" shoes and you just strap 'em in. why is rowing so special?
anelle95: i know
shmeshyus: you gotta get those shoes INSIDE the boat
anelle95: LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL! LOL!
anelle95: that's also why you see them in their rowing skivvies with socks shoved up em... that is NOT their package ladies!
shmeshyus: LOL! LOL! LOL!

garrett on makeouts

"I saw the pictures. What do you mean I saw the pictures?! I was there!"

Will the real Anonymous please stand up?...

There'll be no blogging disguised as comments. Earthily dirty cheese omelet included, your comments are good, and vintagey, but you're not fooling anyone. You're bloggable. So do it. Come on.... anybody who's everybody's up in here...... (This goes for you too Garbledina!).

janelle on blogging

"Stop screening everything I say for blogability."

janelle on buying expensive suitcases

"We buy $85 shoes on a regular basis. If we want to overspend we know what to do. Thanks anyway."

Why I don’t like Jolly Ranchers that much…unless I’m really hungry or have questionable breath.

They're too hard. And they stick to your teeth, if you bite ‘um, which I always do…for some reason. You’d think I’d learn my lesson, but just like pancakes, you keep trying them every so often. Cuz it sounds like a good idea! "Mmmmm pancakes, they were my favorite growing up, what the hell happend to them? Tasty circles of goodness! Yeah I’ll have a short stack! I’ll try them with jelly or a special fruit topping" But then you get ‘um...and they’re just this big doughy mess of syrup…and you remember why you haven’t had them in two years. Jolly Ranchers require way too much patience to eat. I mean you have to suck…which I definitely do not!...I mean, what have you heard? And what’s with the flavors? Shitty watermelon, shitty grape, shitty other kinds. Oh yeah, and don’t get me started on the name too. Jolly Rancher? Huh? Ah, I’m so happy to be on my ranch..er…it just doesn’t make any sense. I mean who are you marketing this product to? Unhappy farm workers or gay farm workers or people who drive gay cattle on some sort of farm. I don't know...Pirates? "Shiver me timbers, and give me a Jolly Rancher or I'll make you walk the plank, with my pirate bird...from...my shoulder" Hmmm...Perhaps that wasn't the greatest example, but I think the meaning is crystal clear... Pirates like Jolly Ranchers. Thank you.

why stick people are extinct...

nolens volens

So. I really hope no one gets too close to me today. Seriously, I am experiencing a sort of fashion dementia. I don't think my outfit could be more horrible than it is today (actually, I hesitate to admit that it probably can.... and has). Nonetheless, as I am getting dressed this morning in my pin-stripped pants and my ribbed turtleneck sweater - ugh. pause for gagging - I concluded that in my morning habilitating I must be exhibiting some form of silent work protest. The effort put into my shoddy appearance parallels my desire to be at work. The fact of the matter that there's a hole in said sweater..... well, antipathy at the day's grind couldn't be more "on my sleeve".

genesis blog

Yeah... I can't do this.