Or winter, for MBers in the Southern Hemisphere. Today (June 21) is the solstice, which marks the official start of it, in either case.
Patience, Please
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About three hours late, but, oh my god.
Yay!!! Although it’s not much like summer here. It’s been raining FOREVER. Apparently there’s a Nor’easter in the Atlantic that’s just kinda stuck there, and keeps sending rain over our way.
here in Michigan we had some bad weather, but today has felt very summer-ish.
It’s summer!
It’s summer!
It’s SUMMER!!!
*rocks out*
*is subdued by PoPoPo*
*is fined*
Cake.
‘Tis summer, though. SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER!
YUM! SUMMER!
Whats do we talk about here?
Just lot’s of, “Yay, Summer!”s?
Or do we talk about summeral activities?
Which reminds me, is anyone going to DARTs summer camp?
And are any of the MA crowd doing Open Air Circus?
No, I’m not. What does it stand for?
It’s been beautiful where I am, but it’s going to get very, very, very hot soon. (Sigh) Wait, we’re talking about the weather? What is everyone doing this summer?
It’s been terrible weather wise where I live-lots of rainy, yet really humid weather. There hasn’t been a visible sun in days. So, I’m not exactly rockin’ out for summer quite yet. Let’s just hope that we start to get better weather soon.
3.1-I’m not really sure what we talk about…probably a little of both summeral activities and just general Yay for summers!!! But then again, who knows? We might just start talking about giant space squid…
SUMMER! The wonderous time of magical warmth and sunshine mixed with lakes, sandy beaches, and SWEET FREEDOM!!!
Ahh!
Sorry about your weather, Soccer starr….
3.1 – The fantastic thing about this place is the utter randomness that pervades its very being…so feel free to talk about the weather
NO I MISSED IT AGAIN
I always watch for these days but the catch me off guard each time. The summer one always seems too early and the winter too late.
Then again I also think of the seasons as an oval rather than circle, with the summer/winter lasting a lot longer. Hm.
Also the second sentence in this post was giving me a bit of not-quite deja vu until I realized it’s somethign similar to what Daisy said in The Great Gatsby, hum.
An oval?
I’d say they’re more of a very wide teardrop, with winter at the point and the other seasons around the curve.
Where do you live? Here (upper IL), winter seems to last a long time… I always feel that it starts far before the actual season begins. The second half of November, December, January, February, the first half of March=WInter, second half of March, April, half of May=Spring, end of May, June, July, August, first half of September=Winter, second half of September, October, and the first part of November=Fall.
It just feels more that way to me, with the temperatures…
What was it that Daisy said in the Great Gatsby? I read it a while ago. It was a strange book and it gave me the feeling of looking through thick, warped glass. It was kind of a sad book, though.
Happy summer to you all too! (and father’s day for those who celebrate) Today we went to a play of The Sound of Music to ring in summer! It was great.
Welcome to the long, dark time known as winter, southern hemisphere folks.
Ah, Piggy. Always the cheeriest.
Hey, I can be depressing too. That was nothing.
Happy Solstice! Someday, I would really like to go to Stonehenge on the Summer Solstice and see the sun rise over the marker stone.
It’s about time! I’d appreciate a few hot summer nights right about now.
Ahhh, yes. The balmy nights when you can get out to the countryside and hear the crickets chirp and lie in the grass looking up at the Milky Way cascading across the sky… I love summer.
It doesn’t feel like it here in New York (state). We’ve been getting SO MUCH rain. I guess it’s getting hotter though… Anyway, HAPPY SUMMER!!! Hopefully I won’t be as bored this year…
Hey, you live in NYS? We should Kokonvene sometime!
Anyway.
I missed it again.
10(Piggy)- Don’t remind me. I HATE WINTER. Autumn is great, but a horrible cold day in winter… And my summer uniform is fugly, but it’s not as bad as the winter one. *wants to live in America* *panics* *suddenly remembers early autumn evening with ThunderClan insulting Americans* ugh. Plus, I feel like such a neophyte when I realize I joined in summer (in the southern hemisphere) and it’s only just summer in the nothern hemisphere now. Summer always makes me nostalgic. I know, I’m rambling. *goes to cheer self up on Mr Joe thread*
Happy belated summer! Mine hasn’t exactly started off well, but I’m sure it’ll get better *is sick*
The time of year when your skin bubbles…
I missed the solstice because I was making my dad cry with sappy (and most of them homemade) cards, playing Risk, and eating Trader Joe’s ice cream cake.
Yay summer! The only problem here in LV is there’s no humidity, so skin sometimes cracks across your knuckles, not bubbling, it gets so hot. Yuck. At least I have a pool – that my friends use a LOT.
This year I’m trying to learn guitar, relax, and hopefully learn the Canadian providences and their capitals (I didn’t last year because of musical boot camp. 9 o’clock to 5. Every day.)
Sorry about the rambling.
I’m freezing! What’s going on here?
HAPPY SUMMER!!!!! I was up early on the solstice, but I missed the sunrise.
5 and 1/2 more hours ’till I get on the plane! It lands at midnight MB/Chicago time, or 1 o’clock EST. *is not happy about that* I will spend my first weeks of summer in a wet country.
Here in CT, it doesn’t feel like summer much. There’s too much rain.
ick. I dislike heat. Oh well, still no school, HAPPY SUMMER all!!!
Hooray for summer! I’m not actually doing much until band camp in August…
I have to teach VBS (Vacation Bible School) at my church, but then I don’t have anything until band camp, which starts the day after my birthday.
Plus, ours is at our school so it stinks. We stopped going away after people got tied to a tree and a garbage can blew up. That was 2 years ago.
Summer! Summersummer! Summer! Let’s all fly!
I just love summer… even the word is pretty. I could chant it all day long.
SUMMER!
Great, now the word has become meaningless in that way they do. Ah well, I’d better just not say it for a while. Which means I’m deprived of saying that wonderful word.
uhhh summer, so tiring. my parents drag me to europe all july for a month, i know i should appreciate this, but its so tiring!!! thank god ill be back for august. Then because im pretty smart my parents enrolled me in a boarding school, in the middle of nowhere(specifclly switzerland), so i have to leave for that on the 20th. cries and begs for choklit.
Believe it or not, where I live it is actually starting to feel like summer. *is very surprised as when seasons begin they never seem to feel like what they are* *wonders if what just said makes any sense* Anyway, this summer I’m having my twelfth birthday and going to an acting camp for special needs kids and… that’s about it. I already went on vacation. I like relaxing summers.
Is saying ‘acting camp for special needs kids’ too much information?
no, not at all. i think everyone should respect veach others differences, your not a person with special needs, your different, and require different accomodations or such, your unique, an thats cool. who has the choice to say your wierd or different when we all re different and wierd to begin with, you just have more uniqueness and are a little different from the ideal person that never existas or never will. sorry this stuff gets me angry( knows someone with uniqueness)
I think just about everyone knows people with “uniqueness”. And although each and every person has special needs unlike everyone else, I don’t find that term offensive, at least not compared to alternatives. Furthermore, I think I’m lucky in that, though my large high school has numerous “special needs” kids, they’re not bullied or insulted, to their faces or behind their backs. People are nice to them and help them, if the need arises. So my perspective on these matters must be different than many people’s.
(25) Well said, leloochlover, but in this case, I think she just meant “too much information” in the sense of giving out location information.
(24) No problem, Kiga, that’s not too specific, since you didn’t mention a place or time. Sounds like fun!
I’ve got a neurological condition, too, (though some fools listed it as a disorder, which I suppose it could be, but it’s pretty harmless). COMPLETELY agree w/ leloochlover101 about normalcy. What does that mean, or is it some standard that no one achieves? I would define normalcy as moderation in everything, but everyone deviates from it somewhere, whether in personality or if they were born with a condition.
(end rant)
25, 25.1, 26 – Thanks guys! It’s actually more my sister with the special needs, but I have some too. Thanks for putting these things in a positive spin; that makes me feel good.
Funny, we go from the weather to this… just an observation.
gives 90 tons of choklit for agreeing. ohh i see thanks rebecca.
also lelooch is not a real life person, he is from the anime code geass
Summer weather to summer plans to special needs…come on, someone think of something crazy.
my uniqueness- needs to be reassured the are people as nice as kiga and vanilla bean , and not like piggy.
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
sorry, piggy do you have a grudge against me?
A PURPLE HIPPO ATE MY COOKIE!!!
sorry*laughs hysterically*
sorry had to do that.
I’m too lazy to get the comment numbers.
Leloochlover–No one has “more uniqueness” than anyone else, that’s just silly. If everyone is unique, then no one can be more unique than anyone else, because everyone’s unique. Or something. It makes sense in my head. It’s sort of like saying “more perfect”; it just doesn’t work.
Or maybe it does and I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ll just go to work now, eh?
I love summer. I’m heading off to Stagedoor in August, but in the meantime I’m doing a version of Pippin (Berthe/Theo). It’s super fun. I love summer so much.
summer summer summer
Alice – I couldn’t agree more, it makes perfect sense. We are each individuals, seperate beings who are each different…..when you compare uniqueness, its like comparing apples to oranges – each is good in its own way.
and Leloochlover – there is no such thing as normal in my mind…it cannot exist.
31- And here is where I step in in defense of Piggy. Nothing he said in that post was the least bit offensive or mean. It was a perfectly friendly post. If you mean in general–he can be a little strict when it comes to grammar and capitalization, but he’s perfectly nice. And he does have a point. I understand your keyboard troubles all too well–I have keyboard troubles of my own–but it would be easier to read your posts if you maybe made a little bit more of an effort to capitalize.
After a while capitalization and grammar become second nature. Just–be nice. Remember, we’re all Musers here!
That said, I mean absolutely no offense, and here’s a pie to prove it:
33 (Alice)- If I may bring up a Muse reference from *checks* February 2005, “Always remember that you are unique. Just like everybody else.”
Leloochlover, why would I have a grudge on you? I am in no way judging you, anyone on MB, or anyone with “uniqueness”, as you stated it. I’m sorry if I phrased my post in a way you interpreted as offensive. It was not meant to be so. I hope you don’t develop a grudge against me; as Alice said, we’re all Musers here.
Pies all around!
Oh, dear, I hope this doesn’t turn into a pie war. Well, ’tis the season!
23- But Europe is fun! Yes, it does have a lot of history, but it can be very, very interesting. Just think of all the castles, and the battles, the kingdoms, the food, *keeps talking for ages*.
My advice is to walk. I’ve been dragged around Europe very often, and I’ve noticed that even though it’s physically more tiring, it’s better to get some exercise. Otherwise you just end up with a bad headache. And whatever you do, don’t try to see art galleries two days in a row. I had a four day vacation in Florence where I tried to see all the galleries and in the end, I couldn’t look at a painting anymore. And wear sneakers/good shoes. You’d be astonished how much walking you really do inside an art gallery.
It stinks that you’re visiting Europe in July- that’s when I’m leaving for a small town in Holland. But if you visit Vienna, think of me.
Swiss boarding school- At least you’ll have hi-speed wifi.
Europe is great! I’v been there five times, so, yeah. What country are you going to?
31 – thanks for calling me nice, but was Piggy being that mean?
38 –
Happy summer, MuseBlog!
*fines for unexcused DP, then
*
NOOOOOOOOOOO> IM SO SORRY< IDIOT COUSIN TYPED THAT< I RESPECT EVERYONES VIEWS OH DEAR NOOOOOOOOO. sincere apologies, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, my cousin is gonna get it! Mbers, is london fun, 2 weeks there to be doomed, then russia! My family lives there so i have a great time.
what i meant was there is no way one can make fun of someone else with a ”uniqueness” beacause we all are unique, and respect each other\s differences. piggy i see your point of view, scuttles off saying sorry.
=( sorry
Yikes. I hate it when people take other people’s computers and stuff. Once I got a weird email from my friend and saw that she had named me “Odd Person” or some such thing in her contacts. So I yelled at her at school the next day, and turns out it was her idiot younger brother… Not to mention the times I’ve IMed people and found other people on their IMs, and once some weird friend of a friend picked up the phone when I called said friend’s cell phone and started saying random stuff.
When I pick up the phone at my house, people always want to know if it’s me, my mother (sometimes, briefly) or my sister. But it is useful- once, this creepy kid who was bullying my sister was calling her 24/7 on her cell phone. I picked up instead and gave her a piece of my mind (narrated from my sister’s point of view). She thought it really was my sister and left her alone for months after that.
*clapclapclap*
People always think I’m my mom when I pick up her cell phone. They talk to me for a few minutes, then ask something that only my mom knows how to answer. So I’m like “Uhh, it’s Hannah, actually… just a sec, let me go get Mom from the garden” (she’s always in the garden).
Once my mom got a call on her cell phone and the person left a ranting voicemail… it was really funny, because her voicemail at the time was something like “Hi, this is _____ __________, I’m not here right now but I’ll call you back,” and the person kept yelling at someone named Jane. “Jane, I know it’s you! Why did you change your voicemail? Why are you pretending to be someone else?”
And this weird person who sounded Southern kept calling my cell and asking about the whereabouts of someone named Ruby on voicemail. Also strange, because I definitely had my last name on my voicemail message…
GAPAs, is this getting too personal information-y? If it is you can just snip it, I don’t mind.
All of that sounds so familiar. I’m mistaken for my sister and my mother on the phone all the time. Even my uncle usually thinks I’m my mom when I answer the phone, and he’s her brother.
I keep getting phone messages for someone named “Janie Meeller.” I’ve gotten calls from an electric company threatening to cut her electricity if she doesn’t pay bills, I’ve gotten calls from debt collection companies (“Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law”), and I’ve even gotten a phone call from her friends. When I told them that it wasn’t her number anymore, they asked if I knew where she was. It’s pretty freaky.
I also got a message one time from an old lady. It went more or less as follows:
“Hi, Shirley, it’s Alice. I just walked Bob back to the room. It’s beautiful here, there aren’t many boats on the water right now but I suppose it is quite late in the season. I hope I have the right number, but I know I have the right number, and you sound so young in your message! All righty, bye now.”
She called me back asking for Shirley a few months later, and seemed to realize she had the wrong number once I picked up and explained it to her. She called back a few hours later, though. I ignored the call and she didn’t leave a message.
Heh… that’s weird.
I get a lot of wrong-number calls. The worst, though, is when drunks call me at midnight or 2 in the morning (I can only assume they’re drunk) about 5 times a minute, and my phone is still on… so we all wake up and have to go shut the ringer off…
And that is why I always turn my cell phone off at night.
hmm.
When I first got my phone, people kept calling me and asking for Jesus P. Serano. It was really weird. Especially when I got a call that said something about “Your vehicle’s *somehting* is about to run out.” My first thought was, hey, I have a “vehicle” now, cool!
I’ve never had too interesting of phone stories, but my friend had something happen to him. For a few months, he’d occasionally get a number he didn’t recognize. He got a good half dozen calls from this number when he finally decided to answer it and give the caller a piece of his mind. He told the person that they should stop calling because they had the wrong number. He remembered exactly what the voice said: “No, not the wrong number. The wrong time.” The caller turned out to be an eighty-something year old lady whose boyfriend had gone MIA in World War II, and her heart had been broken by this. She never got married or anything, just remembered her high school sweetheart, and eventually found his old phone number and tried calling it all those years later. It’s a great story, but I’d imagine it would be hard to respond to that if you’re on the other end of the line.
Wow, that’s actually really cool (though rather sad). Imagine if someone said that to you! I’d be so excited, at least until I heard the full story and learned that neither ghosts nor time travel were involved. Then I’d be kind of disappointed, but it would still be a cool story.
I don’t get interesting phone calls, just obscene chain text messages from complete strangers. Actually, for a while I kept getting these text messages from a number I didn’t know saying things like “sup” or “cool” or “hey man.” Eventually I got a call and told them it was the wrong number, and while I can’t be certain it was the same person, the text messages stopped. Nothing interesting ever came of it though.
We got a “club card” for our grocery store a while back, which gives you a discount on certain items. It required putting in our phone number, but we weren’t the first people to use our number (nor probably the last, since that number died with the phones in the fire) so whenever we get a receipt is says “Raul Espericueta” on it. I was baffled for a while, because the cashiers kept calling me “Miss Esp…um, how do you pronounce your name?”
We’ve had a few incidents with our phone. One person keeps calling and asking for Linda (last name). Another keeps calling and asking for Lakota (other last name). Also, we ask telemarketers to take us off their calling list. One time, we did, and then they called 2 more times, and if they had called a third time, we could have pursued federal charges. Needless to say, they didn’t.
My friend got a hold of my phone once and was texting another friend of mine. It was funny, but I see what 43, 43.1, and 43.1.1 mean.
Pies, everyone!
Yikes. This is why I don’t have a cell phone…
Phones……once when I answered the phone there was a scuffling noise at the other end, and then country music and what I may have only imagined as a giggle, I said “HELLO?” a few times, and then hung up.
Another time someone texted me and asked if I still had “that tough guy boyfriend”, and was shocked when I didn’t know who “brickhouse” was. (Oddly enough, not too long after that I saw a car that said “brickhouse” on the rear window. I had to wonder.)
Then, I actually tried to send a text to my friend’s mom, saying happy birthday and got the wrong number…oops.
Just a few days ago I got a wrong number and called back to ask who it was, since it could have been someone trying to get ahold of me but I didn’t know the number, it was a VA number, which was plausible. Instead I got someone with a heavy Spanish accent who didn’t know what I was talking about…..and had no idea that someone had gotten a wrong number or whatever.
I got another missed call today, a VA number, but I don’t know if it was the same one. I think I’ll wait and see if they call again before trying to figure out who it is….
Recently we got two messages on our answering machine that were obviously wrong numbers. It’s just funny to imagine someone hearing our answering machine twice and not realizing that we’re not who he meant to call.
Yeah, people must not listen to those things. I mean, most answering machines do say something like “Hi, you’ve reached the Jones family at 000-000-0000, we can’t come to the phone right now but we’ll get back to you as soon as we can,” and some weirdo still ends up calling twice asking for Julie Smith and doesn’t even realize that he’s reached the Jones family…
(I just made those names up…)
My old answering machine message-
“Hello, this is the ___ Family. If you’re not calling this family, hang up. If you are and you do not leave a message we will be heartbroken.”
Today we got a call from someone that thought that we were Home Depot. According to my mom, that used to happen a lot. Evidently, our phone number was printed somewhere instead of Home Depot’s.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
47.1.1. That is so funny!
My uncle had phone number that was only one number away from the number of a pizza delivery place. At silly hours, he would get a phone call and the person on the other end would be trying to order pizza. He eventually changed his number.
47.1.1
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!!
I’ll have to remember that….
50 – that must have been entertaining.
All I manage to get are those messages asking for someone else “If you’re not _______, please hang up and delete this message”
Unfortunetally that gets my imagination going…….
Sometimes I imagine that it was some secret organization – you know, the CIA or somthing like that. Sigh. My life is so mediocre at times.
Summer, blah. I got sick and I’ve been on the computor, and I can’t hang for the next three days. I’ll check back in a week and tell you where my summer is really going.
Feel better–chicken noodle soup, chocolate cake, juice, funny movie/book, threaten to go to the doctor, and of course, pies.
This thread is a good place for me to make an announcement! I’m going to New York for a while tomorrow, so I won’t be on MuseBlog, and then I’ll be home for about five days, so I might be able to get on a bit. However, on july sixth my dad and I are driving up to Atlanta, Georgia, and then we will stay in a hotel that night and I’ll probably drive him crazy screaming at the top of my lungs, because the next morning we are waking up to take the two hour drive north to CAMP [snip –Admin.]! Or as my friend Hallie says, the best place on the planet. Sorry I’m being so loud about it, I’m just so excited… I can’t wait to see my friends, and dance with everyone on Havdalah, and even make fun of the awful camp food. So if you will excuse me, I’m going to put ten exclamation points.
!!!!!!!!!!
Awesome! Yeah, I know which camp you’re talking about.
Have a good time!
Do you go?
No, there just aren’t that many Jewish summer camps in that area.
Guys: The idea is to make things hard for stalkers.
You really have to be Jewish to know, but I get what you’re saying.
Who says there aren’t Jewish stalkers?
God, I feel like my summer is just stuffed… I’m working a paid counselour in training position for six weeks-about 7:30 to 4:30, 5 days a week… And then a two week 60 mile hike in New Mexico… Phew! And it’s only just beginning.
56) oh wow! I’ve got nothing…just gonna find something fun to try.
I guess this is a good place to reveal (not really…) my vacation plans. RELAX! RELAX! RELAX! (And go to the beach, but relaxing is obviously more important…)
i love summer no school, no homework nothin just relaxin and getten TAN…
Relaxing? Summer? What on earth are you talking about?
9 am to 10 pm rehearsals aren’t exactly relaxing…