tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post5727684765081672542..comments2024-03-25T17:48:53.875-04:00Comments on Heissatopia: Flashback Friday: Hair beadsAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14785629874138416100noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-44458041313276328852010-02-20T04:15:09.462-05:002010-02-20T04:15:09.462-05:00For those of you wishing for pictures: Imagine my ...For those of you wishing for pictures: Imagine my hair as is, only with a strand of beads in it. There you go. Sadly this story was taken before the use of digital cameras was widespread. Also even if I did have a picture of it, I wouldn't have it with me here so you'd be out of luck, anyway. Sorry.<br /><br />@ Spencer: Now I will know what side you likely hit the ball with and your twiddling won't fool me. So apparently I'd be able to better determine how the ball will land on my side of the table and be able to beat you. But probably it won't help me at all to know that about you. I'm more of a desperately hit the ball with any part of the paddle kind of person.<br /><br />And in Andrew's defense, here is a conversation we had last night:<br /><br />Andrew: You need to change that part about shorts and socks to past tense. And they're <i>not</i> fake compliments. <br /><br />Me: I know they're real compliments, but you still wear socks with shorts. <br /><br />Andrew: No, I don't! <br /><br />Me: <i>glances at Andrew's legs</i> <br /><br />Andrew: Okay, but this is <i>practical</i>! It's so the mosquitoes don't eat me! And you wore beads in your hair...so where's your fashion sense? <br /><br />Me: It was the nineties. Beads were cool. I had a fashion expert telling me so. You wore shorts with socks <i>and</i> sandals in high school. That? was never cool. <br /><br />Andrew: So. <br /><br />Me: So. <br /><br /><i>Power goes out.</i> <br /><br />Both: Whatever, let's go to bed.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08631734965938273438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-44570932719897938282010-02-19T23:04:39.513-05:002010-02-19T23:04:39.513-05:00Poor Andrew..(for his lack of fashion sense). Poor...Poor Andrew..(for his lack of fashion sense). Poor Grandma...(for her icky carpet and broken light). Poor you...(for a sister who taught you that pain is beauty. My sister's phrase was "it hurts to be beautiful".)Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10650216689414959056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-87005527839478763332010-02-19T22:15:21.498-05:002010-02-19T22:15:21.498-05:00I'm a sucker for any story that involves ping ...I'm a sucker for any story that involves ping pong. It's actually more common to call that kind of rubber "pips-out." I have to admit, though, that I'm more of an pips-in player myself.Spencernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-46029447741357613172010-02-19T18:33:25.745-05:002010-02-19T18:33:25.745-05:00I wanted a picture, too. But wow, I never would ha...I wanted a picture, too. But wow, I never would have thought that could happen!Bridgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11339936940500165901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-65962834902115391412010-02-19T17:17:12.081-05:002010-02-19T17:17:12.081-05:00Well dang. I was hoping for pictures. However, i...Well dang. I was hoping for pictures. However, it did answer a question I was meaning to ask, whether or not I need to pack a blowdryer. :)AmandaStretchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09649673692690240933noreply@blogger.com