I feel like the entire tone of my blog has changed over the past couple of weeks. Ever since 'Restless Native' starting posting.
Well, guess what, Restless--It's *still* my blog!
So there.
Okay...um...well...I don't have anything to post, really, but I just wanted to state that this is indeed my blog. ...Because Dan tried to claim otherwise. And it's not true.
Oh!!! Thank you, Andrea!!!!!!!!!
Andrea gave me 'Dear Frankie' for Christmas, and I am very excited it!!! 'Dear Frankie' stars Gerard Butler (from 'The Phantom of the Opera') and Emily Mortimer (from 'The Kid'). The best thing about the movie is that Gerard Butler uses his *real* accent.
Yes.
You guessed it.
He's Scottish.
Yaaaaaaaaay!
Ang, you are the best!
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hmm. ::gives a satisfied smile:: Yes.
That was definitely a Tracy-Tone-Post.
Woo hoo.
YAY!!! Tracy, you HAVE to bring it up so I can watch it! I've been dying to watch it. So, if you decide to come up here for Christmas, bring it with you.
You know, for the record, everyone can stop calling me "Danny Boy".
Furthermore, this blog has never been more entertaining than over the past few weeks.
Due in part to my hilarious posts, due in part to Tracy's outrageousness, and due in LARGE part to the juxtaposition of the twain.
Let's try a little story on for size, adapted from a poem by American favorite, Mr. R. Frost.
"Two roads diverged in a Yellow Wood, and Tracy and Dan argued for like half an hour over which one to take. They finally went two seperate ways, and 80 years later met at a Chapel. Figuring they had nothing better to do, and since neither of them had found anyone else as interesting as themselves, they got married.
Dan died two weeks later.
The End!
I love stories with happy endings!
Actually, I've decided that you can call me Danny Boy after all. In fact, I'm going to legally change my name to Danny Boy. Captain Danny Boy. I LOVE TRACY!!!!!
I want to marry you Tracy. Say yes, and be my CPF. *SMOOOOOOCH*
hehehheheheheeeeee...... And don't bother deleting this. I copied it and pasted on other blogs so that it wouldn't be lost. HEHEHEH!
I really am not certain that I'll be safe tonight. I'd better lock my door lest Da.... I mean a robber come here and beat me to a pulp for writing th.... WAIT! PLEASE! DON'T HURT ME! NO! NO! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
::::Dan killed Shelley after seeing that she had posted under his blogger display name::::
*Dan thinks to himself*
Man, how am I ever going to explain what happened without offending Tracy?? Sorry Tracy, but it's a lie. I DON'T want to marry you. NO. Because then she'd say, "Why DAN? What's wrong with me? Were you DRUNK when you asked me? I wasn't going to say yes ANYWAY!"
:D I really enjoy messing with other peoples minds.
Oh my gosh. You two are ridiculous. Either admit it or don't but, stop being so irritating! Dan, are you even going to seriously ask her?
ever* I meant, are you EVER going to seriously ask her?
::laughs:: Like Dan is mature enough to get married. ;)
Live by the sword, die by the sword.
I wonder if the same could be said about the PEN, since, as we all know, the pen (underscore, dot, hyphen) is mightier than the sword.
Live by the pen... die by the pen...
I've got that last part down pretty good, with the help of some of my 'friends'.
Thanks, 'friends'.
Two roads diverged in a Yellow Wood, and Dan argued with Tracy for like half an hour over which one they should take. 'I'm going this way,' finally declared Tracy.
'Yeah, well, fine!' Dan countered--and Tracy began the long walk. 'Then I'll just meet you at the end of the road!' he called after her turned back. 'So...I'll see you in 50 (not 80, Dan--that would make you 110) years!' Tracy didn't respond. She just kept walking. 'AND!!!' He just couldn't stop yelling. 'We'll get married in that little chapel that stands where the roads converge, 'cause I'll be 80 by then!' Still Tracy didn't answer. She merely shook her head to herself. Dan called out one last thing: 'Okay--bye!'
51 years later, Dan was still standing where the two roads came together once again. Standing and wondering where Tracy could possibly be. One year more passed by. Finally, *finally*, Dan saw a woman coming down the road toward him. Closer and closer she came. 'Tracy!!' he called out in extreme relief. 'I *knew* nobody else would ever marry you!' She laughed. And laughed. And laughed still. '*I* am not Tracy,' she said. 'But, but...!' Dan sputtered. 'You look just like her!' The woman laughed again. 'That's because I am her youngest daughter! My mother was married many, many years ago. In fact, she's just getting ready to celebrate her 50th wedding anniversary, and she wanted me to come and invite you to the party. She figured you'd learned your lesson by now.'
It took 82-year-old-Dan two weeks to make it to Red M&M and Tracy's home. Once there...just before he made it into the house, he collapsed and died of a heart attack.
Or a broken heart.
No one was ever really sure.
:::laughs and laughs:: Shelley!!! ::lol:: That was really funny!
Thanks, Christa! May I have chocolate?
So the moral of the story, folks?
It sucks to be Dan.
I've known this for many years.
Live by the bed, die by the bed.
That’s my new year resolution.
And why don’t you two just get married, darn it?
::rolls eyes::
Oh. I was rolling my eyes at Dan, not you, John.
Hey, so what did I do while standing at this crossroads for over a year?
Did I have like, a rocking chair or something? Was some bagboy bringing me groceries? Where did I sleep?
::rolls eyes at John::
::rolls eyes at Tracy for not rolling eyes at John::
::rolls eyes again for good measure::
What do you mean, what did you do? You waited for me. That's what.
No. You didn't have a rocking chair. Sheesh. There was a boulder which was sit-able. No bag boy, either. The little woodland creatures brought you nuts and berries to eat. And you slept next to the boulder.
You were afraid I would pass in the night, and you would miss me.
I've passed in the night before...
that tends to happen when you're 80.
Dan, you are way to oblivious.
OKAY OKAY!! Here it goes! Is everybody ready?
::gets down on one knee::
Tracy Marie Robinson, I, Dan Nolan, Danny Boy, Captain D., Restless Native, D. Bob, or whatever other names you might know me as, do hereby wish to let thee know, that I will be in the Chapel at St. Michaels on Sunday, along with a Priest, several witnessess, a ring, and some bridesmaids and groomsmen. If you want to show up, that would be pretty cool, we could like have a wedding or something. If not that's okay, we'll go to IHOP for pancakes.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that's where I'll be, and that you're welcome to join me in HOLY FREAKING MATRIMONY WHAT WAS THAT!?
Was that a proposal or someting?
Someone get a CAMERA, WHOOOO!!
That's not going to happen again for like another 50 years or something! WOW!! Did you all SEE that? I mean, ahehehe, WOWIE, that was a good one! That was a zingaroo!
That was just too much HEAT man, I'm going out for a beer! I'll see you all later. If anyone runs into Tracy, tell her to read this post. Thanks!
::laughs:: poor Froggy.
If you want, I'll just make you some judge. :)
The first one I made kinda sucked, too. But the second one was really good.
Froggie, you will have to tell us the secret so that we can know if it's the same secrets we know.
Dan, that was good. Now, only if you would suck it up and do it for REAL and in front of HER and not the COMPUTER then, that would be better. Not that you have to do that either but, I wish you would make up your mind.
Daniel Robert Nolan, I, Tracy Robinson, gladly accept the invitation to your upcoming nuptials.
I do, however, have one question...
Who's the bride?
At first I thought you might be asking *me*, but I quickly concluded that you couldn't be, because there was a definite lack of...oh...what was it...a QUESTION MARK. *And* you said you've got the bridesmaids, and *everybody* knows the *bride* picks the bridesmaids. And, just to double-check, I called my dad to see if he had had a conversation with you, and he said, "Who is Dan Nolan?"
...And besides all of that...you weren't looking at me.
::giggles::
::rolls eyes::
I think that the families Robinson and Nolan should reconsider the ramifications of a union between the flirtacious parties teamed up on this blog.
For instance. Both my parents are "wisenheimers". I am convinced they got married for this very reason. Actually I think Mom has adopted the habit over the score of married blissful years, but the roots were always there, just smothered by her upbringing. The ramification: consider me.
Need I say more? Think of Christmases to come. Think of Thanksgiving dinners. Think of the Nolan/Robinson chubsters produced from this union...and if you do not tremble, then the marriage was meant to be.
We have spoken.
CHRISTMAS IS TOMORROW!!! WOOO HOOO... Does it seem like Christmas to anyone? It totally does not seem to me that it should be Christmas tomorrow.
::runs to check the calendar::
Well you'd better get CRACKIN', Mason!
No, it most certainly does NOT feel like Christmas. I suppose that's because it is too warm. It isn't really cold at ALL, and it has snowed only ONCE! Okay, maybe twice, but STILL.
You know I STILL haven't read the last two additions to the Rosie Tracer/Jace mysteries? I think I'll delay reading them for another day or so.
Christa, I think you should maybe look for another life besides the computer.
I'm sure Froggy knew what I was talking about. :)
Merry Christmas!!!
Let’s get a sense of perspective here.
The bad news is that it’s Christmas.
The good news is that I don’t have to listen to Johnathan Romanoski preach about how Santa Claus is the Anti-Christ, and how animals should be crucified before being eaten, because they have no souls.
Beannachtaí na Nollag agus gach sonas ort san Aithbhliain.
Over Christmas dinner.
Whatever intellectual machinations and sleight-of-hand doublespeak that RestlessNative and Femme Fascinante may use to oscure the true nature of their relationship via their shameless flirtations, it just so happens that the scandalous truth is in my possession ala photographic evidence!!!
Ask not for whom the wedding bells toll, I think it's pretty obvious!
MERRY CHRISTMAS DANNY AND TRACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:-D
This is awesome, Justin!
Tracy, and Danny Boy...sooo scandalous! ;)
You're joining a convent, Christa?
wow.
::jaw drops, rolls eyes, thinks to self: Oh my gosh.::
Maybe I should be a Nun...
They would prolly kick me out.
That's why I need to start my own convent. :)
Good luck!
He was just a fanatical seminarian- the only one to remain apart from my good self.
But on to those pictures.
I’ve decided that Tracy and Danny shouldn’t get married.
Marriage would ruin everything.
As an institution, Marriage is a failure.
So, have fun I instead.
::laughs:: John. ::shakes head::
Irishmen.
Gaelic is such a complicated language. I decided to try to translate that little phrase you wrote earlier, and this is what I came up with.....
You have my respects this Christmas, and all my best wishes for the new year.
Is that about right? There were bits that refused to translate. However, if I'm not mistaken, then what you basically said was....
Have a merry Christmas, and a happy new year.
You spelled some thing wrong too.
I haven’t the foggiest idea, Imy.
Transcribed it from a card.
Basically, I wanted to show off.
So the spelling error if it is present, isn’t mine!
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