tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post8316378691609563509..comments2008-05-15T14:42:21.936-05:00Comments on Writing well is the best revenge: On InvitationsJungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412junglered@hankryan.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-67447665458192228582008-05-15T14:42:00.000-05:002008-05-15T14:42:00.000-05:00I'm writing from the really old side, to tell you ...I'm writing from the really old side, to tell you that all is forgiven by the time of your 50th reunion. The cliques are all evened out and you'll be invited to sit with the very coolest kids, the ones who would just giggle when you walked by in the 50s.<BR/>{oops, I guess that was just my experience}<BR/><BR/>Camille/Margaret Grace<BR/>"Murder in Miniature"<BR/>http://www.killerhobbies.blogspot.comCamille Minichinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04701150885595400018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-46328203117007393412008-05-15T09:26:00.000-05:002008-05-15T09:26:00.000-05:00And the guilt mounts for me... Now, I'm recalling ...And the guilt mounts for me... Now, I'm recalling how in my junior year I was asked to the senior prom and days (!) before it, I chickened out. Wonder if he found another date on such short notice.<BR/><BR/>Maybe I'll call him after I call my old math teacher Mrs. Linn.<BR/><BR/>PaulaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-56048763668916375652008-05-15T06:38:00.000-05:002008-05-15T06:38:00.000-05:00Hank, that must have been a truly agonizing moment...Hank, that must have been a truly agonizing moment...<BR/><BR/>Here was one of my worst: I was horribly, horribly shy with boys but I finally got asked on a date by someone in my sister's class, the year above. In fact, he was the VICE PRESIDENT of the class. We went--somewhere, I don't even remember--and I could not think of ONE THING TO SAY. I'm serious. It was a silent night. I was in agony by the time he dropped me off at home, but helpless to save myself. Trust me when I say he never asked me out again.<BR/><BR/>whew, glad we survived those days!Roberta Isleibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-34151024282089075712008-05-14T19:33:00.000-05:002008-05-14T19:33:00.000-05:00Stupid is still rich and owns his own business. I'...Stupid is still rich and owns his own business. I'm sure he's hocking moutons to Paris Hilton's set!jbstanleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05839153589205692508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-82110994543012898192008-05-14T17:47:00.000-05:002008-05-14T17:47:00.000-05:00Mouton is a processed sheep or lambskin product. ...Mouton is a processed sheep or lambskin product. Generally worn with white lipstick and patterned stockings or tights. By "cool girls." They were not known to improve ACT scores.The Xcribblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07770648068190431394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-38722958951841084052008-05-14T15:59:00.000-05:002008-05-14T15:59:00.000-05:00A MOUTON??? Yikes. Let's call her.Or wait, let's c...A MOUTON??? Yikes. Let's call her.<BR/><BR/>Or wait, let's call her and say her refrigerator is running.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-92095723972620606862008-05-14T15:45:00.000-05:002008-05-14T15:45:00.000-05:00I moved to Little Rock, Ark. from Peoria, Illinois...I moved to Little Rock, Ark. from Peoria, Illinois, in the 60s. I rode my bike everywhere. It was tres uncool. But I had my chance. I sat next to XXXXX, the cool teen girl at Forest Heights Junior High School, one day. "What kind of mouton do you have?" she asked. <BR/><BR/>I asked back what anyone would have, I think. "What's a mouton?"<BR/><BR/>My fate was sealed. Moutons were what we would now call fake furs, I think. Chubby things. Who knew?Becky Motewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00136555605339679351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-10249617972347658512008-05-14T15:08:00.000-05:002008-05-14T15:08:00.000-05:00I thought of Bridget Jones, too. Plus, Legally Blo...I thought of Bridget Jones, too. Plus, Legally Blonde.<BR/><BR/>For a real-life insecure teenage girl, that's a torture more appropriate for a circle of hell. <BR/><BR/>Truly, living well is the best revenge. I sometimes wonder if those perpetrators of such high school hijinks are enjoying life now, let alone getting to live out any of their dreams.<BR/><BR/>Yeah, jb. Inquiring minds want to know. :) What became of "Stupid?"Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16467786990577651930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-48941864296530875012008-05-14T14:32:00.000-05:002008-05-14T14:32:00.000-05:00That's the funniest ever. Hilarious. Ever find out...That's the funniest ever. Hilarious. Ever find out what happened to stupid, er, the corpse? <BR/><BR/>Moms. Gotta love 'em.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-78557006780253564962008-05-14T13:00:00.000-05:002008-05-14T13:00:00.000-05:00My parents decided to host a murder mystery dinner...My parents decided to host a murder mystery dinner party for their friends. I got to play the French Maid and wear the little outfit (I was sixteen and very conscious of my thick thighs) and my boyfriend, whom my folks affectionately referred to as Stupid, was chosen to play the corpse. <BR/>"What's he supposed to do?" I asked my dear old mom as I attempted to pull down the short maid's skirt.<BR/>My mother shrugged. "Tell him to act natural." In other words, stupid.<BR/><BR/>My boyfriend overheard of course. <BR/><BR/>"Too bad," my mother said after we late broke up. "He was so rich."jbstanleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05839153589205692508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-4093196459739873542008-05-14T12:31:00.000-05:002008-05-14T12:31:00.000-05:00Oh, Kathryn! You're so right! Hilarious. Unless yo...Oh, Kathryn! You're so right! Hilarious. Unless you're the one in the bunny suit.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-58903492980151681712008-05-14T12:06:00.000-05:002008-05-14T12:06:00.000-05:00Very funny story! That sounds like something out o...Very funny story! That sounds like something out of Bridget Jones, when she shows up at the costume party in the Playboy Bunny outfit, and everyone else is dressed conservatively! Loved that scene.<BR/><BR/>Best,<BR/><BR/>Kathryn Lilley<BR/><BR/>DYING TO BE THIN, an IMBA Bestseller (Obsidian)<BR/>Coming in October, A KILLER WORKOUT<BR/>http://www.kathrynlilley.com/<BR/>Killer Hobbies blog (Fridays): http://killerhobbies.blogspot.com/Kathryn Lilleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05701558750790059307noreply@blogger.com