[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

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

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

"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

"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/

"Fi" wrote in message
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"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

"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)

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.

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

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




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