tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post115086071399341448..comments2023-10-30T05:34:56.126-07:00Comments on I Am Prepared to Give Up at Any Time: Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-1151120230324421952006-06-23T20:37:00.000-07:002006-06-23T20:37:00.000-07:00Carey, oh I wish I could draw. That sounds VERY s...Carey, oh I wish I could draw. That sounds VERY satisfying.<BR/><BR/>Miss Misse! Our meeting was only two hours long and it seemed WAY too long. Your profile picture, however, rocks.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02233465085998331063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-1151119496570365962006-06-23T20:24:00.000-07:002006-06-23T20:24:00.000-07:00I hear that all. Those who speak loads and say not...I hear that all. Those who speak loads and say nothing. I have been to many a meeting. Thankfully at ours we have a strict time schedule so that it's only ever 2 hours max. and that seems too much. But there's always loads of food to distract me. Food can get you through almost anything.Miss Missehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00378599630819079106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-1151118170759461922006-06-23T20:02:00.000-07:002006-06-23T20:02:00.000-07:00The good thing about doing notes on a laptop is th...The good thing about doing notes on a laptop is that mostly everything's repeated from meeting to meeting, so you can just save, cut and paste words from someone and attribute them to someone else at the next meeting. Of course, the bad thing is you miss the doodling, where you draw a PTA member's head exploding. Or a 10-ton weight landing on their head. Or perhaps they're sucked into a pit of vipers. Or quicksand. Something.careyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05678218751633225999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-1150947586587890582006-06-21T20:39:00.000-07:002006-06-21T20:39:00.000-07:00jr, I'm going to pretend that you're laughing WITH...jr, I'm going to pretend that you're laughing WITH me.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02233465085998331063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-1150907263293246412006-06-21T09:27:00.000-07:002006-06-21T09:27:00.000-07:00Should I feel bad? I'm laughing at your misery. ...Should I feel bad? I'm laughing at your misery. I'm sorry. Ooops. I guess I'm not. I'm still laughing!<BR/><BR/>About the weather... It's been awfully pleasant over here in the suburbs, high 60's, with a nice cool breeze. <BR/><BR/>Yay, summer!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05572514705373755851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-1150896657862933082006-06-21T06:30:00.000-07:002006-06-21T06:30:00.000-07:00Hmmm, "Bitches" you say? I'll have to remember th...Hmmm, "Bitches" you say? I'll have to remember that endearing moniker. It may come in handy!Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02233465085998331063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-1150861598807374682006-06-20T20:46:00.000-07:002006-06-20T20:46:00.000-07:00Oh those who speak loads and say nothing. I hated...Oh those who speak loads and say nothing. I hated being secretary. I didn't like writing down every single word. So, I, too, found a way to write crap and only put the important stuff in, but then, I had to read the notes from the last meeting and you know, there are those busy bodies who won't be secretary but they take notes and then when you read, they make corrections for you. I call those folks, Bitches.zelda1https://www.blogger.com/profile/04212809913449846878noreply@blogger.com