tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post4634963040822694426..comments2023-10-18T09:24:06.238-05:00Comments on Stefanie Says: SevenStefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10128238432671375399noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-61009259391980435052007-12-18T21:50:00.000-06:002007-12-18T21:50:00.000-06:00Monkey--I didn't even know about the stuff they di...Monkey--I didn't even know about the stuff they did with their front legs when I was a kid, and they terrified me anyway. Yech.<BR/><BR/>Aaron--Exactly. No one wants to see me dance. That is all.<BR/><BR/>Sognatrice--I had no idea there were so many of us (overly practical ten-year-olds, that is). I don't remember a single note on the flute, but I might be able to relearn Jingle Bell Rock on the piano by next year if you'd like.Stefaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10128238432671375399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-74370879066590267602007-12-18T05:50:00.000-06:002007-12-18T05:50:00.000-06:00I'm pretty sure my flute decision had a lot to do ...I'm pretty sure my flute decision had a lot to do with the carrying to and fro factor as well. And, interestingly, my friends split up equally between the trumpet, saxophone, clarinet, and flute. We almost started our own band you know.<BR/><BR/>Hey, you wanna do a virtual recital next year (after I find another flute)...obviously Jingle Bell Rock would be the featured selection :)Michelle | Bleeding Espressohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13578703393987896737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-90797310277350180552007-12-17T23:35:00.000-06:002007-12-17T23:35:00.000-06:00I feel exactly the same way about dancing (again: ...I feel exactly the same way about dancing (again: are we related?) and I get no end of grief for this. Which, whatever; I feel like I'm doing the world a favor here.Aaronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18264855858620478519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-34244216406103502142007-12-17T21:41:00.000-06:002007-12-17T21:41:00.000-06:00I totally get the fly thing. I am still upset if f...I totally get the fly thing. I am still upset if flies are around. Their filthiness, their ugly eyes- whatever they do with their front legs. I abhor them!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-19865063273519585062007-12-17T20:18:00.000-06:002007-12-17T20:18:00.000-06:00Poppy--1. Mi Espanol es muy mal. "That if that is"...Poppy--<BR/>1. Mi Espanol es muy mal. "That if that is"?? I don't get it.<BR/>2. I know! But apparently she moved now, so you can be the only Vermont Stefanie, OK? :-)<BR/><BR/>Mariposa--So clearly it's not just a plane drink for you, then, huh? :-)<BR/><BR/>Steve--You enjoy shoveling, and yet you don't miss anything about Minnesota. Give it time; you'll miss the seasons eventually.<BR/><BR/>NPW--Just imagine if I'd realized how scary BIRDS could be back then!<BR/><BR/>Jess--I don't know how I started on ginger ale on planes either. Maybe because I wasn't sure if I liked it and trying it on a plane seemed safer than buying a whole case that I wasn't going to drink? Who knows.<BR/><BR/>Robbin--Really? Good thing not everyone had that logic. An all-flute band would be pretty boring.<BR/><BR/>R--(Can I still comment back to you as R?) So a bass was too big, but a cello was OK? Do they make miniature cellos that I don't know about??<BR/><BR/>Liz--I order tomato juice only with vodka and bloody mary seasonings. :-)<BR/><BR/>Noelle--I have never heard this S-O-C-K-S trick. I'm still not exactly sure what it translates to. <BR/><BR/>NewMexicoStefanie--You moved?? Hope you're happy in your new place. I agree hand-washing dishes has sort of the same calming effect. It's probably because you can't really do anything else while you're doing it, so you're forced to just stand there quietly with your thoughts. We should all do that for at least a few minutes a day, right? (But I'm still not giving up my dishwasher!)<BR/><BR/>L Sass--Another airplane tomato juice drinker?? Weird!<BR/><BR/>Kim--I don't think anyone ever called me a flautist. I think they save the grown-up, impressive-sounding descriptors for flute players who are older than 13.Stefaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10128238432671375399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-72335271707289717412007-12-17T19:09:00.000-06:002007-12-17T19:09:00.000-06:00I used to play cello. Surprised? It's probably b...I used to play cello. Surprised? It's probably because I'm neither mysterious or complicated. I was always jealous of flautists, mostly because I wanted to be called a flautist.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03875334802578498306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-7825999172675995192007-12-17T16:22:00.000-06:002007-12-17T16:22:00.000-06:00I played the trumpet in school and I so wish I'd h...I played the trumpet in school and I so wish I'd had the foresight to realize it would be a big pain to carry to and fro!<BR/><BR/>Also, I had no idea "airplane only" drinks were so common! Mine is tomato juice!L Sasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09852624970958809824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-86523689316787238022007-12-17T13:17:00.000-06:002007-12-17T13:17:00.000-06:001. My entire Spanish vocabulary came from watching...1. My entire Spanish vocabulary came from watching Sesame Street. I now find myself needing to learn considerably more than Grover ever taught me. (See #2.)<BR/><BR/>2. VermontStefanie is now NewMexicoStefanie! We move two humans, three cats, two dogs, five horses and everything we own across country in the midst of all those snowstorms a couple weeks ago. Because we're fun that way, you know. And yeah, I need to learn some serious Spanish. Have any suggestions for good language books or tapes?<BR/><BR/>Also, your grade school self was a LOT smarter than mine. Mine said, "Hmmmm...French horn? What the hell is a French horn? It sounds foreign and exotic, and if I have never heard of it my friends will CERTAINLY never have heard of it, and they will all think I am clever and exotic." And then I spent six years carting a French horn 1.85 miles to school and back several times a week, because you had to live TWO miles from school to get a bus pass, and I did not qualify. Yup. January in Duluth, Minnesota, I'm hauling my French horn to school at 6:45AM in a little red wagon I modified with snow tired and a seat belt for the instrument and my bookbag. I was cool.<BR/><BR/>3. I'm with y'all in this closet dancing club. Dancing is do be done behind closed curtains and with no witnesses, and even then it preferably involves copious amounts of liquor. Is there any other way?<BR/><BR/>4. Yup. Hand washing the dishes or folding (or even ironing!) laundry is also a zen kind of experience for me. <BR/><BR/>5. Your sister rocks. She sounds like someone who would play the French horn simply because it was obscure! :) And JBR makes my ears bleed. The only holiday song possibly worse than JBR is "Suzy Snowflake", and thankfully that one doesn't get much airplay.<BR/><BR/>6. Ummm...I got nothin'. I did go through a phase where I refused to eat any food that wasn't white (or perhaps beige) for an entire year, but I think fear of houseflies trumps dining bigotry.<BR/><BR/>7. I do the same thing on planes, but with a different drink - club soda. I don't think I've EVER had a straight club soda on terra firma.VermontRockieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14040374123220576284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-27192180970561025592007-12-17T13:15:00.000-06:002007-12-17T13:15:00.000-06:00Like Poppy, I know the S-O-C-K-S trick from the ta...Like Poppy, I know the S-O-C-K-S trick from the tapes they used to advertise on the radio. Also, your plane thing reminds me of my dad, who always drinks tomato juice on flights (and only on flights) because he was convinced long ago that it's the only beverage they give you in a large sized can.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-5125670663931791282007-12-17T12:39:00.000-06:002007-12-17T12:39:00.000-06:00I always knew I would play the flute, because my m...I always knew I would play the flute, because my mother played bass clarinet and hated lugging it around. She wanted me to be one of the flute players she was jealous of. I ruined it later, though, by also taking up the bassoon. (Big-ass heavy thing!)<BR/><BR/>I always order tomato juice on planes.lizgwizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10907508137794025189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-22872334783059553932007-12-17T09:39:00.000-06:002007-12-17T09:39:00.000-06:00I don't think there is anything wrong with being p...I don't think there is anything wrong with being practical! My sister wanted to play the bass, but my mom did not want to haul that around. They compromised, and my sister got a cello.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-10924787203611085692007-12-17T09:32:00.000-06:002007-12-17T09:32:00.000-06:00I love your reason for picking the flute, that was...I love your reason for picking the flute, that was my exact reason also.<BR/><BR/>robbinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-49691140995883618262007-12-17T09:11:00.000-06:002007-12-17T09:11:00.000-06:00I always used to be the same way on planes with th...I always used to be the same way on planes with the ginger ale. I always and only drank it on planes. Now I drink Diet Coke on planes just like I do everywhere else. I don't remember why I had the ginger ale quirk.Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15942269316108576622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-28530800863500182722007-12-17T08:11:00.000-06:002007-12-17T08:11:00.000-06:00I love that you were afraid of flies. So awesome.I love that you were afraid of flies. So awesome.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-41934560035778444362007-12-17T00:02:00.000-06:002007-12-17T00:02:00.000-06:00I'm right there with you on perhaps too many of th...I'm right there with you on perhaps too many of these:<BR/>1 - "que bueno" is one of my favorite expressions<BR/>3 - no public dancing without a LOT of alcohol<BR/>4 - I enjoy shoveling pretty much any time of day<BR/>5 - I wrote a haiku about my JBR hatred just yesterday<BR/>7 - I only drink apple juice on airplanesstevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16080222715917965784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-81210853433122946272007-12-16T22:45:00.000-06:002007-12-16T22:45:00.000-06:00I love orange juice and in one oy memes, I think I...I love orange juice and in one oy memes, I think I mentioned about having orange juice every morning...or I get cranky...lolSai Hijara - Ferrarishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05520502217532479038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047376.post-18549717086075055512007-12-16T22:04:00.000-06:002007-12-16T22:04:00.000-06:001. Same. Mine is, "eso si que es" (s-o-c-k-s).2. ...1. Same. Mine is, "eso si que es" (s-o-c-k-s).<BR/><BR/>2. Whenever you talk about her I think you mean me and then I realize you don't. Always confuses me. :)<BR/><BR/>3. Stef, when/if I ever visit, we'll go out to a dancing place and stand around NOT dancing. <BR/><BR/>4. I went out at about 8:30pm tonight to wipe the 10" of snow off my car and it was very... cathartic. I understand.<BR/><BR/>5. Ughhhh, almost had to sing that song ON THE RADIO in 6th grade. Luckily I moved the day before the concert. Heeeeeee.<BR/><BR/>6. My brother and I were irrationally fearful of those tiny cluster flies. We would run away batting the air. No idea why. Now I just sorta... stare at them and walk around.<BR/><BR/>7. Is it perhaps that those two drinks sit well in your stomach even when there's turbulence? I always order Coke. Always. Or nothing. But that's not out of the norm for me to do.Poppyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00059516280044760920noreply@blogger.com