tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post5102687721553678400..comments2023-05-16T04:46:21.091-06:00Comments on ALONE ON A WINDY RIDGE: After five solid days of paintingBrenda Schmidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-31767036488047146322006-12-13T15:52:00.000-06:002006-12-13T15:52:00.000-06:00Good grief.Good grief.Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-38441694110374339072006-12-13T11:23:00.000-06:002006-12-13T11:23:00.000-06:00Basically, I came into this post on my ROFLCOPTER!...Basically, I came into this post on my ROFLCOPTER!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-84374152273022991132006-12-13T09:08:00.000-06:002006-12-13T09:08:00.000-06:00Betty! ha!
Ariel, really? While I was trying to r...Betty! ha!<br /><br />Ariel, really? While I was trying to relate the acronym to what G wrote, H did the practical thing and googled it. ROFLMAOTIME! =<br />Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off, Tears In My Eyes!Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-73541338562462850402006-12-13T07:53:00.000-06:002006-12-13T07:53:00.000-06:00Can H figure it out for me too?
(No, really...)Can H figure it out for me too?<br /><br />(No, really...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-49059172788657994722006-12-12T23:04:00.000-06:002006-12-12T23:04:00.000-06:00I betcha one the bitter setters is Betty.I betcha one the bitter setters is Betty.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-22610314691678158222006-12-12T20:38:00.000-06:002006-12-12T20:38:00.000-06:00It will take me days to sort them out, too. Berlyn...It will take me days to sort them out, too. Berlynn's ROFLMAOTIME! had me totally puzzled. H figured that one out for me. And I can't get those little Irish Setters out of my head.Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-62096453697176002742006-12-12T20:29:00.000-06:002006-12-12T20:29:00.000-06:00It will take me days to sort these comments out.It will take me days to sort these comments out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-88364583749283571272006-12-12T16:29:00.000-06:002006-12-12T16:29:00.000-06:00Ha! :) I think someone has been into the sugar.Ha! :) I think someone has been into the sugar.Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-38489523594453023362006-12-12T16:06:00.000-06:002006-12-12T16:06:00.000-06:00I thought I was doing alright but GM always seems ...I thought I was doing alright but GM always seems to come in and one up me.<br /><br />Harumph! ^^Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-34107846657650989402006-12-12T13:53:00.000-06:002006-12-12T13:53:00.000-06:00ROFLMAOTIME!ROFLMAOTIME!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-36274363930725707942006-12-12T12:36:00.000-06:002006-12-12T12:36:00.000-06:00Sigh. That'll teach me to post shortly after wakin...Sigh. That'll teach me to post shortly after waking up from a nap.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982227758353188038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-3161364558286096522006-12-12T12:21:00.000-06:002006-12-12T12:21:00.000-06:00I think I speak for all present when I say: EEEK!I think I speak for all present when I say: EEEK!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-64874411100893135152006-12-12T10:47:00.000-06:002006-12-12T10:47:00.000-06:00Dear, dear. What's the matter, all this chatter fo...Dear, dear. What's the matter, all this chatter for a little cookie splatter? Don't bitch about a little bit bitter-butchered batch! Make botched batch of bitter batter better with a little bit-a-butter, and mutter in that sweater (that your mother knitted but barely fitted and now it's left in tatters) that you'll follow to the letter the better recipe you had from Mother or remember to not fritter or belittle this latter batter. <br /><br />Indeed you'll do it better, and roll the wetter batter flatter ('cause a flatter batter matters) with but a smidge of soda smatter. Don't cook them til they splatter and your batter will be better, then you'll take that cookie cutter from the drawer's fettered clutter to cut those buttered batters into little Irish Setters, scattered on that platter (with that painted nutter Hatter) – not at all so bitter. <br /><br />And your fatter guests will flatter with their little nitty chatter full of flying spittle spatter, utter, "Now that's a better ginger batter than I've tasted in a year – a bit botched (the butchered butter's kinda bitter) a little more soda might make the batch better, my dear…"GMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14663103545444712062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-48331622736790595132006-12-12T08:27:00.000-06:002006-12-12T08:27:00.000-06:00Bitter gingerbread! Oh no! When you ice them you b...Bitter gingerbread! Oh no! When you ice them you better put little frowns on their bitter little faces.Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-73272823569027969402006-12-12T00:59:00.000-06:002006-12-12T00:59:00.000-06:00Oh, Brenda, it's soooo sad! I botched the batch o...Oh, Brenda, it's soooo sad! I botched the batch of gingerbread! I guess I'm not as accustomed as I once was to having a two year-old assistant in the cookie-making department. It seems an extra bit of baking soda was added to the batter, making the bread a bit bitter.<br /><br />But tomorrow's another day. Uh, or today is...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-29411596954579770072006-12-11T18:24:00.000-06:002006-12-11T18:24:00.000-06:00Hm. I'm beginning to think pre-school is where tea...Hm. I'm beginning to think pre-school is where teachers go when they've been turned away from the pearly gates.<br /><br />Just for the record, I wasn't the one driving the car. Mind you, had I foreseen the candy incident...Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-33868487291905130832006-12-11T17:58:00.000-06:002006-12-11T17:58:00.000-06:00I'm not sure. I think we also had to strap coffee...I'm not sure. I think we also had to strap coffee tins to our feet and walk around. It was like being on stilts, I imagine. I think I fell a few times...<br /><br />...would explain a few things. There was that one time I got hit by a car when I was five too...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-1385137308977954232006-12-11T17:28:00.000-06:002006-12-11T17:28:00.000-06:00Rhett, you're brilliant! I can see it now. Pudding...Rhett, you're brilliant! I can see it now. Pudding couplets...<br /><br />What kind of pre-school did you attend anyhow? Your poor teacher is probably still having chocolate pudding nightmares.Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-17597697134451010152006-12-11T16:55:00.000-06:002006-12-11T16:55:00.000-06:00Darling there's poetry in my dessert.
Poppy-cock!...<i>Darling there's poetry in my dessert.<br /><br />Poppy-cock!</i><br /><br />I think you should just move to writing poetry in pudding. Remember? Like that time I was in pre-school when they put chocolate pudding on the paper and then you swirl it around and make shapes. Except you could make words. It could be art plus poetry = awesome with a remainder of tasty!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-90179418219650818132006-12-11T15:13:00.000-06:002006-12-11T15:13:00.000-06:00Yes! Perfect. Before eating the nanaimo, I'd set a...Yes! Perfect. Before eating the nanaimo, I'd set a bit of its chocolate icing aside. If eating nanaimo fails to help the poem, I'd use the icing to obliterate it.Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-75727491138046694862006-12-11T10:47:00.000-06:002006-12-11T10:47:00.000-06:00Just think what a think hunk of nanaimo could do f...Just think what a think hunk of nanaimo could do for that poem!Ariel Gordonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14879719960202249424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-9067291625962105952006-12-11T10:10:00.000-06:002006-12-11T10:10:00.000-06:00Berlynn, I'm afraid I don't think unless there are...Berlynn, I'm afraid I don't think unless there are cookies in my bloodstream. If you sit me down with one of those gingerbread cookies, you'd be doing the poem and its audience a great favour. Hm. Looking at the poem, I think it might take a whole plate of cookies...Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-14947027704447962282006-12-11T09:06:00.000-06:002006-12-11T09:06:00.000-06:00Gosh, B., if you can get a poem out of the void, w...Gosh, B., if you can get a poem out of the void, well, that's pretty darned good, don't you think?<br /><br />I'm making gingerbread cookies tomorrow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-38623091575572635242006-12-10T14:31:00.000-06:002006-12-10T14:31:00.000-06:00Ha! I hope you're just kidding. I think I'll want ...Ha! I hope you're just kidding. I think I'll want to see the cookies <i>before</i> I do the vacuuming... :)Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-89155569080886866432006-12-10T13:45:00.000-06:002006-12-10T13:45:00.000-06:00Back may be too bad to bake them !!!
Just kidding....Back may be too bad to bake them !!!<br />Just kidding.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com