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[OT] Is it just me?
The haul was *incredible* Masses and masses, tens of *metres* of all sorts
of different bubble wrap, and it was all *mine*. It nearly broke my heart to have to throw nearly all of it away (I can't use up half the volume of my shared office with bubblewrap) but I did take *great* delight in stashing as much as I could away, and take a strangely sensuous pleasure in squeezing and then climatically popping them, one by one. A woman at work caught me popping and said scornfully "even my 12 year old thinks thats childish". And then, there's the puddles. Cary reminded me of how much fun they are to splash in. There are two alsmot permanat puddles on the way to work, one I drive through, one I get to walk through. I drive through the drivable puddle with the aim of splashing it the highest. I get a thrill just going "Swooooooosh" through it, bet get an extra bit of satisfaction if I get the spashes higher thant he last time. And with the walking puddle, it snto so deep its worth spalshing, but I always check to see how many footprints I can leave behind. Another co-worker said I was being weird. I had cat-posters (and polar bear posters and other posters again) all over my old office. "It looks like a teenagers bedroom" my old boss observed, "its not exactly professional" but I couldn't take them down - the walls were so *boring* otherwise. My manager wondered why on earth I was colouring in a picture yesterday. "oh, just for fun" I said."So, you didn't draw it yourself?" "no, just adding colour" "isn't that just colouring in?" he said, in a disparaging way. "Well, I guess you could call it that" I had to reply. "You shouldn't be doing that here" was all he had to say, despite it was my lunch hour and I wasn't disturbing anyone, with the intonation suggesting that he thought it was very "beneath" a grown up. And then, worst thing of all, I got "busted" sucking up the remains of my milkshake with a good solid "slurp" in the canteen today. They just shake their heads at me. There are other examples, many many other examples (like yelling 'moo' at cows, or sitting on the floor crosslegged rahter than standing up), but they all fit the same basic pattern. And people look at me strangely every time they catch me doing one. Doesn't anyone understand the concept of good clean simple fun anymore? Its not like popping bubble wrap means I have the mental capacity of a 5 year old, spalshing pauddles does't mean I am goign to throw a great tantrum in a team meeting, and slurping the last of a milkshake means - well - I like milkshakes? have I missed the boat somehow or do people chose to be boring old farts voluntarily? I may have to get older, but no-one can make me grow up! (so ner!) Yowie I think I need my purple hat now |
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[OT] Is it just me?
Yowie wrote:
Doesn't anyone understand the concept of good clean simple fun anymore? Its not like popping bubble wrap means I have the mental capacity of a 5 year old, spalshing pauddles does't mean I am goign to throw a great tantrum in a team meeting, and slurping the last of a milkshake means - well - I like milkshakes? have I missed the boat somehow or do people chose to be boring old farts voluntarily? Wow, if you were working for a software company in the US, your behavior would be completely typical. Animal posters not professional?? I think your co-workers need surgery to remove the sticks embedded deep inside their butts. I feel sorry for them! bronx cheer Joyce |
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[OT] Is it just me?
Don't ever change, Yowie, we love you just the way you are, as I'm certain
Joel and Cary do to. I think your co -workers are jealous because they've forgotten how to have fun. Yowie wrote: The haul was *incredible* Masses and masses, tens of *metres* of all sorts of different bubble wrap, and it was all *mine*. It nearly broke my heart to have to throw nearly all of it away (I can't use up half the volume of my shared office with bubblewrap) but I did take *great* delight in stashing as much as I could away, and take a strangely sensuous pleasure in squeezing and then climatically popping them, one by one. A woman at work caught me popping and said scornfully "even my 12 year old thinks thats childish". And then, there's the puddles. Cary reminded me of how much fun they are to splash in. There are two alsmot permanat puddles on the way to work, one I drive through, one I get to walk through. I drive through the drivable puddle with the aim of splashing it the highest. I get a thrill just going "Swooooooosh" through it, bet get an extra bit of satisfaction if I get the spashes higher thant he last time. And with the walking puddle, it snto so deep its worth spalshing, but I always check to see how many footprints I can leave behind. Another co-worker said I was being weird. I had cat-posters (and polar bear posters and other posters again) all over my old office. "It looks like a teenagers bedroom" my old boss observed, "its not exactly professional" but I couldn't take them down - the walls were so *boring* otherwise. My manager wondered why on earth I was colouring in a picture yesterday. "oh, just for fun" I said."So, you didn't draw it yourself?" "no, just adding colour" "isn't that just colouring in?" he said, in a disparaging way. "Well, I guess you could call it that" I had to reply. "You shouldn't be doing that here" was all he had to say, despite it was my lunch hour and I wasn't disturbing anyone, with the intonation suggesting that he thought it was very "beneath" a grown up. And then, worst thing of all, I got "busted" sucking up the remains of my milkshake with a good solid "slurp" in the canteen today. They just shake their heads at me. There are other examples, many many other examples (like yelling 'moo' at cows, or sitting on the floor crosslegged rahter than standing up), but they all fit the same basic pattern. And people look at me strangely every time they catch me doing one. Doesn't anyone understand the concept of good clean simple fun anymore? Its not like popping bubble wrap means I have the mental capacity of a 5 year old, spalshing pauddles does't mean I am goign to throw a great tantrum in a team meeting, and slurping the last of a milkshake means - well - I like milkshakes? have I missed the boat somehow or do people chose to be boring old farts voluntarily? I may have to get older, but no-one can make me grow up! (so ner!) Yowie I think I need my purple hat now -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera) A House is not a home, without a cat. http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk |
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[OT] Is it just me?
"Yowie" wrote in message
... The haul was *incredible* Masses and masses, tens of *metres* of all sorts of different bubble wrap, and it was all *mine*. It nearly broke my heart to have to throw nearly all of it away (I can't use up half the volume of my shared office with bubblewrap) but I did take *great* delight in stashing as much as I could away, and take a strangely sensuous pleasure in squeezing and then climatically popping them, one by one. A woman at work caught me popping and said scornfully "even my 12 year old thinks thats childish". And then, there's the puddles. Cary reminded me of how much fun they are to splash in. There are two alsmot permanat puddles on the way to work, one I drive through, one I get to walk through. I drive through the drivable puddle with the aim of splashing it the highest. I get a thrill just going "Swooooooosh" through it, bet get an extra bit of satisfaction if I get the spashes higher thant he last time. And with the walking puddle, it snto so deep its worth spalshing, but I always check to see how many footprints I can leave behind. Another co-worker said I was being weird. I had cat-posters (and polar bear posters and other posters again) all over my old office. "It looks like a teenagers bedroom" my old boss observed, "its not exactly professional" but I couldn't take them down - the walls were so *boring* otherwise. My manager wondered why on earth I was colouring in a picture yesterday. "oh, just for fun" I said."So, you didn't draw it yourself?" "no, just adding colour" "isn't that just colouring in?" he said, in a disparaging way. "Well, I guess you could call it that" I had to reply. "You shouldn't be doing that here" was all he had to say, despite it was my lunch hour and I wasn't disturbing anyone, with the intonation suggesting that he thought it was very "beneath" a grown up. And then, worst thing of all, I got "busted" sucking up the remains of my milkshake with a good solid "slurp" in the canteen today. They just shake their heads at me. There are other examples, many many other examples (like yelling 'moo' at cows, or sitting on the floor crosslegged rahter than standing up), but they all fit the same basic pattern. And people look at me strangely every time they catch me doing one. Doesn't anyone understand the concept of good clean simple fun anymore? Its not like popping bubble wrap means I have the mental capacity of a 5 year old, spalshing pauddles does't mean I am goign to throw a great tantrum in a team meeting, and slurping the last of a milkshake means - well - I like milkshakes? have I missed the boat somehow or do people chose to be boring old farts voluntarily? I may have to get older, but no-one can make me grow up! (so ner!) Yowie I think I need my purple hat now We understand good clean fun 'cause we have cats!! My Eddie is almost 7 years old and no one can convince her she isn't a hoolikitten. Keep popping, splashing and slurping - I think I'll join you! Fi |
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[OT] Is it just me?
"Yowie" wrote in message
... The haul was *incredible* Masses and masses, tens of *metres* of all sorts of different bubble wrap, and it was all *mine*. It nearly broke my heart to have to throw nearly all of it away (I can't use up half the volume of my shared office with bubblewrap) but I did take *great* delight in stashing as much as I could away, and take a strangely sensuous pleasure in squeezing and then climatically popping them, one by one. A woman at work caught me popping and said scornfully "even my 12 year old thinks thats childish". And then, there's the puddles. Cary reminded me of how much fun they are to splash in. There are two alsmot permanat puddles on the way to work, one I drive through, one I get to walk through. I drive through the drivable puddle with the aim of splashing it the highest. I get a thrill just going "Swooooooosh" through it, bet get an extra bit of satisfaction if I get the spashes higher thant he last time. And with the walking puddle, it snto so deep its worth spalshing, but I always check to see how many footprints I can leave behind. Another co-worker said I was being weird. I had cat-posters (and polar bear posters and other posters again) all over my old office. "It looks like a teenagers bedroom" my old boss observed, "its not exactly professional" but I couldn't take them down - the walls were so *boring* otherwise. My manager wondered why on earth I was colouring in a picture yesterday. "oh, just for fun" I said."So, you didn't draw it yourself?" "no, just adding colour" "isn't that just colouring in?" he said, in a disparaging way. "Well, I guess you could call it that" I had to reply. "You shouldn't be doing that here" was all he had to say, despite it was my lunch hour and I wasn't disturbing anyone, with the intonation suggesting that he thought it was very "beneath" a grown up. And then, worst thing of all, I got "busted" sucking up the remains of my milkshake with a good solid "slurp" in the canteen today. They just shake their heads at me. There are other examples, many many other examples (like yelling 'moo' at cows, or sitting on the floor crosslegged rahter than standing up), but they all fit the same basic pattern. And people look at me strangely every time they catch me doing one. Doesn't anyone understand the concept of good clean simple fun anymore? Its not like popping bubble wrap means I have the mental capacity of a 5 year old, spalshing pauddles does't mean I am goign to throw a great tantrum in a team meeting, and slurping the last of a milkshake means - well - I like milkshakes? have I missed the boat somehow or do people chose to be boring old farts voluntarily? I may have to get older, but no-one can make me grow up! (so ner!) Yowie I think I need my purple hat now Like you, I hope to remain child-like (as opposed to childish) until the day I die. I just feel sorry for others who think being grown up means having grown beyond the simple pleasures of childhood! -- Hugs, CatNipped See all my masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/ |
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[OT] Is it just me?
"Fi" wrote in message news:5jLBf.96788$m05.29400@clgrps12... "Yowie" wrote in message ... We understand good clean fun 'cause we have cats!! My Eddie is almost 7 years old and no one can convince her she isn't a hoolikitten. Keep popping, splashing and slurping - I think I'll join you! Fi I'm joining, too! Who can resist popping bubble wrap?????? kili |
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[OT] Is it just me?
"Yowie" wrote:
Doesn't anyone understand the concept of good clean simple fun anymore? Its not like popping bubble wrap means I have the mental capacity of a 5 year old, spalshing pauddles does't mean I am goign to throw a great tantrum in a team meeting, and slurping the last of a milkshake means - well - I like milkshakes? have I missed the boat somehow or do people chose to be boring old farts voluntarily? I may have to get older, but no-one can make me grow up! (so ner!) You just need a change in work environment. It's much too stuffy in that building. -- Wayne M (indulged by Will and Heidi) |
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Is it just me?
I have a stash of bubble wrap in my office too.
Don't ever change. DD and I had a wonderful morning last fall picking up acorns off the ground, collecting them in a cup and then putting them out for the squirrels. It was lovely, so simple. And last month, we had a blast making footprints through the crusty snow that was left after a snowfall. Kids keep us young, and the simple joys and pleasures do too. -Caroline S. |
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Is it just me?
Caroline S. wrote:
I have a stash of bubble wrap in my office too. Don't ever change. DD and I had a wonderful morning last fall picking up acorns off the ground, collecting them in a cup and then putting them out for the squirrels. It was lovely, so simple. And last month, we had a blast making footprints through the crusty snow that was left after a snowfall. Kids keep us young, and the simple joys and pleasures do too. -Caroline S. Anyone else here who is considered "middle aged" but, with the exception of a few creaky bones, doesn't feel much different than when they were 20? I'm that way. I look in the mirror and think hmmm, you are older so why don't you feel older? But then again, my LLL asked me what the name "Jill" means. It means light-hearted or young at heart. And that I am. Of course, he had to morph it into "light-headed" but at least we can laugh at ourselves Jill |
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[OT] Is it just me?
On Thu, 26 Jan 2006 00:03:09 +1100, "Yowie"
yodeled: The haul was *incredible* Masses and masses, tens of *metres* of all sorts of different bubble wrap, and it was all *mine*. It nearly broke my heart to have to throw nearly all of it away (I can't use up half the volume of my shared office with bubblewrap) but I did take *great* delight in stashing as much as I could away, and take a strangely sensuous pleasure in squeezing and then climatically popping them, one by one. A woman at work caught me popping and said scornfully "even my 12 year old thinks thats childish". And then, there's the puddles. Cary reminded me of how much fun they are to splash in. There are two alsmot permanat puddles on the way to work, one I drive through, one I get to walk through. I drive through the drivable puddle with the aim of splashing it the highest. I get a thrill just going "Swooooooosh" through it, bet get an extra bit of satisfaction if I get the spashes higher thant he last time. And with the walking puddle, it snto so deep its worth spalshing, but I always check to see how many footprints I can leave behind. Another co-worker said I was being weird. I had cat-posters (and polar bear posters and other posters again) all over my old office. "It looks like a teenagers bedroom" my old boss observed, "its not exactly professional" but I couldn't take them down - the walls were so *boring* otherwise. My manager wondered why on earth I was colouring in a picture yesterday. "oh, just for fun" I said."So, you didn't draw it yourself?" "no, just adding colour" "isn't that just colouring in?" he said, in a disparaging way. "Well, I guess you could call it that" I had to reply. "You shouldn't be doing that here" was all he had to say, despite it was my lunch hour and I wasn't disturbing anyone, with the intonation suggesting that he thought it was very "beneath" a grown up. And then, worst thing of all, I got "busted" sucking up the remains of my milkshake with a good solid "slurp" in the canteen today. They just shake their heads at me. There are other examples, many many other examples (like yelling 'moo' at cows, or sitting on the floor crosslegged rahter than standing up), but they all fit the same basic pattern. And people look at me strangely every time they catch me doing one. Doesn't anyone understand the concept of good clean simple fun anymore? Its not like popping bubble wrap means I have the mental capacity of a 5 year old, spalshing pauddles does't mean I am goign to throw a great tantrum in a team meeting, and slurping the last of a milkshake means - well - I like milkshakes? have I missed the boat somehow or do people chose to be boring old farts voluntarily? I may have to get older, but no-one can make me grow up! (so ner!) Yowie I think I need my purple hat now Aww, screw them! I actually give bubble wrap as gifts! :P Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com Make Levees, Not War |
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