I'll be in Atlantic City for two days on business starting tomorrow, hmmm, what shall I do while I'm there?
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My hubby is from Jersey and one time we went to Atlantic City. I lost the $20 I had for gambling. But it was fun.posted by vw bug at September 29, 2005 02:43 PM
I think that gambling, guns, whores, and booze are the order of the day.posted by Two Dogs at October 1, 2005 04:46 PM
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Two of the pictures need some explanation, the first is at my mom's gravesite.
As I said before, my "harmony" (grandmother in Korean) was murdered outside her home by North Korean soldiers there to take my grandfather and aunts and uncles away. As they had secretly fled in the night, my grandmother paid the price. She was buried in the traditional mound grave standing upright in a wooden coffin on a hilly outcrop overlooking the home in which she lived. Beside her graves are the graves of the neighbor boy's mother and father, executed in much the same fashion.
My aunt made the almost three day trek out of the valley with my mom on her back in 1951 so my mother has never seen my grandmother's grave. About 10-15 years ago, they opened the Cheorwon Valley to those who were born there. My aunt and uncle returned and went to their mother's grave where they cleared the area and put in a gravestone.
Koreans believe that you must care for the graves of your parents and ancestors or bad things will befall your family. So many older Koreans fear that the reason they have suffered is because they were unable to care for the graves of their parents and ancestors. Being able to go "home" as it were, was a life-long dream for my mom, aunt and uncle. Only now, after some 54 years did my mom get to finally return home.
Which brings me to the gravesites which we cleared. In Korea, non-christinas, and some christians too, celebrate Jesa. It is the honoring or worship of one's ancestors. Once a year, men clear away the brush and debris at ancestral gravesites (we visited three which were each over 500 years old). My family is descended from a Late Goreyo King but that King's remains are trapped within the barbed wire of the DMZ and no one can go there, so we cleaned the graves of the later ancestors.
Women did not take part in this cleaning. Nor did they take part in the ancestral Jesa ceremony (they can now). See, in older Korean culture, a family was represented by its men. The women were not important to the family name.
Anyway, at Jesa, the men dress all in white, make offerings and chants and other ceremonial trappings to show their honor of their ancestors in their home, and then they march to the gravesite to chant, offer food and drink and piles of stones in honor. Also at Jesa, entire families visit the gravesites of their parents, they have a picnic and take small offerings of rice cakes to their parents.
Even though I am a woman, because I showed interest in my family history, the Chairman of our family (every traditionally upper-class family had one) invited us to participate so that he could point out the significance of each site.
The one in the picture is on a military base (on which non-military people are not allowed, except at Jesa and on which women are never allowed but they apparently made an exception because they didn't shoot us). We were surrounded by armed boys while we worked, and had to walk over a mine field to get to one section of our familial gravesites. It was an experience I shall not soon forget.
The gravesite itself is in three mounds. The middle one was originally taller than the other two as the man was buried there between his two wives. His grave has since sunk lower than the other two and the tale is that his wives had wrapped their arms around him and were holding him close for all eternity. Neat.
In Korea, families keep a book of names of the men born to the family, and if you are a male child, your children's names will appear in the book as well. It was kept from the King we are decended from. Anyway, my mother's name appears in the book, and my grandfather and great grandfather all the way up to this King. This book had recently been printed (the only time in almost 1000 years) because of a dispute in the family. One extra copy was printed and it was given to me during my visit! While my name isn't in the book, my mother's is, and I can forever tell people my family line is the Ubong-Kim's. (oh and on my grandmother's side, her Kim's were descended from a Shilla King so, I'm technically royalty, I wonder if that rubs out the redneck on my dad's side . . .)
Stay tuned for more pictures and stuff . . .
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What a fantastic trip, glad you got to make the journey, I too am glad you got a book---gonna go look at the pictures.posted by ArmyWifeToddlerMom at September 28, 2005 10:26 AM
This is an amazing adventure. I am truly enjoying it and am glad you are sharing it in your blog.posted by Jo Janoski at September 28, 2005 02:33 PM
And it is so very cool that you can trace your family history so far back....posted by Richmond at September 28, 2005 02:53 PM
What a GREAT adventure of self-discovery! Thanks again for sharing. The pictures are great.posted by Frank L. at September 28, 2005 03:17 PM
OO! Does that mean you can make me a knight? :-)posted by Harvey at September 29, 2005 12:45 PM
Your story is so amazing! Thank you so much for sharing your history!posted by kball at September 30, 2005 12:08 PM
So, does that make you a K.A.P.?
Princess Bobo! (Or are you Queen Bobo??)
What a beautiful story!posted by Beth at October 4, 2005 10:44 PM
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Here are some pictures from my trip to Korea. Click on the links to see bigger versions!
This is my Grandmother's grave. It is near the site of the home where my mom was born. My mother had not been here since she was several months old. She had never seen the grave of her mother. Never known where she was born.
Here is a grave of one of my ancestors. In todays world he would be as important as a vice president. That is my smiling mom in the foreground. We took part in grave cleaning day to prepare for Korean Thanksgiving. This grave site is nearly 600 years old.
That is all for now. Disregard the ugly picture of me. The airport lost my luggage, so I had been in the same clothes for three days!
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AWESOME! Thanks for the pictures and the stories with them. I can't imagine getting to visit a relatives gravesite that was 600 years old. What great history.posted by vw bug at September 27, 2005 08:27 PM
All beautiful women!
Thanks for sharing, sis.posted by Christina at September 27, 2005 10:19 PM
Those are some really neat pictures. Thanks for sharing them.posted by Contagion at September 28, 2005 08:49 AM
I am so thrilled you got to go "with family" and make this journey. A very important one.posted by ArmyWifeToddlerMom at September 28, 2005 10:28 AM
Wow. Wow. Wow. Terrific pictures! Thanks so much for sharing! (And you look great!) What a beautiful and fascinating family you have....posted by Richmond at September 28, 2005 02:48 PM
great pictures! What a wonderful & inspiring story you have to share! Thank you!!posted by kball at September 30, 2005 12:07 PM
Amazing and Incredible. It is terrible all that happened to your family, but what strength they have. Thank you for sharing it with us.posted by Sticks at October 2, 2005 04:27 PM
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I got hit with like 45 messages last night!!! Anyone else have this problem? I'm gonna find that "belikethesquirrel" guy and shove a broom up his ass!
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Nope, no spam mail last night. Ugh.posted by vw bug at September 27, 2005 04:05 PM
Since my webhost installed MT-Moderate and SpamLookUp plugins for me, the comment spam hasn't been a problem lately. Most of it goes straight to the junk folder where it belongs. I highly recommend getting these plugins.
It should be legal to hunt down and kill spammer scum!posted by Frank L. at September 27, 2005 09:27 PM
LOL....you're using MT, right? I adored MT....but I switched to Wordpress cuz I just couldn't take the spam. I was getting like several HUNDRED in 10 minutes!posted by Tammy at October 1, 2005 09:02 PM
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Ok, as everyone knows I went to Korea for the first time in my life just a week and 1/2 ago.
My mom hadn't been back since 1983 and hadn't been to her birthplace since 1951. It was a whirlwind trip wherein I learned a lot about my family, my heritage and the plight of refugees from the war.
There wasn't a family member or family friend that we visited that didn't have a story of intrigue, despair and loss to tell me.
My Korean isn't very good but my mom was there to help me interpret.
I stayed in the area surrounding the DMZ. Normal Koreans and foreigners barely ever visit. if you were born there you can get a pass, and you can accompany someone without a pass. So, there I was. Minutes from North Korea and the ever watchful eyes of the North Korean and South Korean military.
A few places truly were inspiring and I will try to paint the picture for you here.
The first is the DMZ itself. It is quite literally the line drawn in the sand. It is a roughly 2 mile plot of land that spans the width of the country. On the southern border of the DMZ is an 8 foot tall fence with rolling barbed wire at the top and live grenades hanging every 2 to 3 feet. Just inside that border fence is another barbed wire fence. It too contains live ordinance. You cannot get close to the fence, in fact, you cannot stop your vehicle as someone may shoot you. My photos are from the back seat of a car. You aren't to photograph that area either. You can see the barren, abandoned road within the DMZ that stretches up into the mountains and to the North Korean lookout point.
There is one spot you can stop (but no pictures). There is an observatory which you can climb and look out across the DMZ. I went there. It is less than a mile from my aunt's home. At that site is an abandoned rail station whose train used to take Koreans all over the North and South and into Russia and China.
When it stopped running 55 years ago, the train was left right where it ended its last run. There it sits in ruins today. It is a reminder of what the North Korean's used that train for in the early days of the war.
After the forced occupation by Japan ended, the North Koreans entertained thoughts of unifying the country. To that end, they set up the National Labor Party Headquarters - a vast stone building which stands in ruins as a tribute to the lives lost there. It is 1/2 mile from my mother's village and 1/2 mile from the train depot.
The North Koreans would round up peaceful villagers with the threat of putting them on the train to North Korea. In reality they would place these individuals on the train until they were herded to the Headquarters to be executed. When the area was liberated by the American military, what the soldiers found were trenches behind the building filled with executed, peaceful villagers. Why were they executed? To prove a point - to show that the North was mighty and strong, and to force those peaceful villagers to follow their lead. Young Korean's with sympathy for North Korea have completely forgotten the horrors of those days.
Why this spot and the train depot were so important to my trip was because of what they meant to my aunt, my uncle and their friends. My uncle explained that everyday as a teen, before he fell ill, he saw the North Koreans round innocent villagers up. His friends, neighbors, and some family were never seen again. On occassion, the North Korean soldiers would return to their village to tell them that a body could be gathered from the headquarters for burial. That is how they knew what happened to those particular friends and neighbors, the rest are simply lost. They lived with the fear that they were next.
Indeed, my uncle's best friend, who lives nearby, told me that at 15 years old his entire village was rounded up at gun point. They went to the depot, where they were told to go, but he got scared and snuck away in the middle of the night. He never saw another soul from his village again. I heard these tales time and again. These buildings stand so North Korean/Communist atrocities will never be forgotten, yet somehow they have been.
I also visited a folk village and museum and an old palace complex. It was all really fun, because while the Folk Village was early 19th Century, my aunt remembers living that way as a child. They didn't have straw roofs, but all the other particulars were exactly as they had been in the distant past. Korea has only recently, in the last 30 years, modernized.
Ok, so, believe it or not I was actually searching for the little mud buildings with dirt floors that you see on certain episodes of MASH. Let me tell you, that is as completely inaccurate as one could imagine.
In Korea, (at least not since the Bronze Age) there were no mud huts with dirt floors. The Koreans ate, slept and did everything else on their floors. So, dirt was not used. Instead, their floors were made of wood with an elaborate heating system underneath so that the floors were warm. It is really neat. I visited one of the old homes, still being lived in, yet long-since modernized. It was just like the folk village except it had electricity. It was really cool.
And the food! Man, it knocked me out! I had the best food while I was there. All these older Koreans I met were floored cause I'd eat just about anything they placed in front of me. Oh how I miss the food!
That's all for now. I should get around to posting pics. soon. . .
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Yay pictures! And thanks for continuing to share the story. What an amazing experience.posted by Richmond at September 21, 2005 03:11 PM
Just please tell me there won't be any kimchi in it :-)posted by Harvey at September 21, 2005 08:11 PM
It sounds like you really enjoyed your trip.posted by Contagion at September 22, 2005 10:40 AM
Sounds like a very interesting and educating trip. Hope you had fun too. I'll definitely stop back by soon to see the pics.posted by Jay at September 22, 2005 12:22 PM
Yay! your back and what a tale to tell! Thanks for writing about your experiences. It brought tears to my eyes. I've been Seol, but have never travelled to the DMZ. Just from the stories of others and historical pictures do I know of the bldgs you talk about.
My heart went out to man who lost everyone in his village. He stands as a lone testimonial of the ruthlessness of the communists. Wow, you also must have heard of the squabbline over the energy/nuclear power negotiations. That would be interesting to read about too.
Anyway, glad your back and sharing your history w/us.posted by michele at September 22, 2005 01:30 PM
It's stories like these that make you marvel at the human spirit--how people can endure such brutality and sorrow yet emerge with warmth and kindness--with their humanity intact. Thank you for sharing your story and theirs.posted by Pam at September 23, 2005 12:08 AM
Oddy- Thanks for sharing part of your families amazing story. I'm sure you will charish your trip for many many years to come. Can't wait for the pictures. :)posted by imara at September 26, 2005 04:29 PM
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It's Tuesday, and that means it is Cotillion time. For you newbies, it is a roundup of the thoughts of some very lovely ladies in the 'sphere. You really shouldn't miss these ladies as they almost never disappoint.
Go check out these lovely ladies.
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basil's interviewing bloggers round the 'sphere. Go there to ask questions of your favorites including yours truly! Oh, and if you haven't read my last post do so, and stay tuned for more about my trip to the Land of the Morning Calm.
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Hmmmmmm... now what should I ask???posted by vw bug at September 19, 2005 04:18 PM
I got MINE in :-)posted by Harvey at September 19, 2005 09:07 PM
I have 2 great questions for you!!posted by ArmyWifeToddlerMom at September 20, 2005 02:05 PM
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It was the spring of 1951 in the village of Hwagal-ri about a mile from what would become known as the DMZ, in the Cherwon valley nestled between the majestic mountains of the Korean peninsula. The rice fields had just been planted and nothing was very green yet. The weather was becoming balmy and the threat of fevers hadn't yet past.
Her oldest brother was in bed with Yellow Fever and would probably die. He was 17.
Two days earlier, her father and another brother and sister had disappeared. It was rumored that the North Koreans were coming for them as they had so many local villages, but she hadn't paid it any mind. Afterall, she was 10 and was needed to take care of the new baby, a girl, just a few weeks old. Besides, the North Koreans were always around and had been "disappearing" people for the last number of years.
That is when it happened, a very distinct knock on the door, not a knock, a pounding that would never be forgotten. She could hear the shouting, questions about where her father was and then the shots. Her mother lay in a pool of blood outside their home. The soldiers had entered to execute her brother but were told in the pleading, pathetic voice of her elderly grandmother that he had Yellow Fever and was contagious. The soldiers nervously backed away, and ran from the house so as not to be sick themselves.
Some villagers attended to the burial of her mother, on a hill overlooking their home, in a traditional mound with no marker. She was gone. Who would care for them? A sick brother, a baby, an elderly grandmother, and her? She hadn't time to worry for she too fell sick with Yellow Fever and was sent to bed.
When she awoke, it was late spring and the land was lush and green. Her brother had not died, and had gone off to join the South Korean ROK Army. She was alone with her elderly grandmother and the baby. She learned that her grandmother kept the baby alive with rice water but she was not well.
She could barely stand upon her legs as the fever had taken its toll upon her body, but they could no longer stay in their home for it was now at what was known as the front line in the "conflict". She set off with her elderly grandmother and the baby with what little they could carry.
While they walked, they often were met with flying bullets and had to maneuver mine fields and mortars. They hid from the North Koreans once and thought they would surely die when a plane flew overhead. At one point, the baby's wrist was grazed by a bullet, but she did not lose her hand.
Several times along the way, she thought of leaving the baby by the road side as she was weak and the baby, now several months old was heavy. When she came to the HanTan River she spied a rock below the bridge and decided to leave the baby there, surely some other refugee would take her. She was torn. This baby was her sister. Her only real connection to her family at this moment. She would not leave her.
She proceeded to cross the HanTan river on an unsteady wooden foot-bridge laden with the child, her last link to her family, with her elderly grandmother in tow. Several times she slipped but they managed to cross the river.
It had been two days and nights, but she managed to emerge from the mountains at a small village crossroads. There, they and other refugees were met by U.S. soldiers. These wonderful men took her elderly grandmother to a medical facility and then on to a refugee camp. She would never be seen again. They gave her food and candy and a kind look and transported her and the baby to an orphanage outside Seoul.
She was able to spend a few months with her sister at the orphanage but they were separated and she was sent to work as a house girl.
She visited her sister often to ensure that they would never part. She cried at the door of the orphanage to make sure her sister was not adopted to the foreign couples lining the entry way. She wept as she saw that her sister hadn't any clothes or food to eat, and knew that she hadn't any to spare. She couldn't believe that her sister, having but one notebook, would erase the beginning of the book and start again when she had reached the end. She scraped change together now and again to buy her little sister a piece of candy or hair adornment any small token was received as a precious gift. Her only comfort was that she hadn't given into temptation and left her sister behind.
As she got older, she met another refugee and they married. She looked after her sister, still in an orphanage, as best she could, but her sister was now an unruly pre-teen. She was still comforted that she had ensured that they would not be separated. Eleven years had past, and one day she was met on the street by a neighbor who inquired the name of her long-lost brother. Coyly, the neighbor said "I know your brother, do you want to meet him?" Unsure how to react, she said yes. Her brother lived in a flat mere blocks away from her and had for years. He was married, had children and was working. She and "the baby" went to meet their brother. After 11 years, they were finally reunited, though bitter-sweet, their hearts were happy. Whether they had other family alive remained to be seen, but for now, the three of them had each other.
Twenty three years had past and "the baby" was now a beautiful woman with long, raven black hair and a penchant for gambling and alcohol abuse.
"The baby" was getting her life on track and had gotten a job at the courthouse in Seoul and had begun college classes to be a pharmacist. She would be just fine. Then one day, "the baby" brought a young man to her sister's home.
This young military man was a handsome American of barely twenty. She knew that he was a good man when he ate everything on his plate and asked for more. "The baby" seemed smitten, and had certainly never brought a man by before. She approved but had reservations. Specifically that if the relationship progressed she would actually be separated from "the baby" after all these years.
The two indeed married and while they lived in Korea for two years, the young American was about to be transferred to America. Her instincts about this young American were correct, he was indeed a good man! They were expecting their first child and there were complications. He used all of his leave staying home to care for his bride and their unborn child. In fact, for a brief time he was AWOL as he insisted on staying with his wife. He didn't get into too much trouble once the situation was explained, and the complications subsided.
The two left Korea when "the baby" was eight months pregnant. She would not get to meet her tiny niece or nephew, not at least for 30 years. . .
Nearly forty-five years after she left her home, the government of Korea granted limited access to the zone surrounding the DMZ to those who could prove their birth in that area - she was going home! Monthly, she meets and eats with friends who had resided in the same orphanage as her. Those some 50-odd years later, they still cry and sob that they could not save their siblings as she had. She is a proud woman who lives in a proud country.
She now resides in a small village a mile from the DMZ, within military checkpoints and surrounded by the famed rice fields of Cherwon-do and the streets lined with multi-colored cosmos and mums. Inside a village which proudly displayed hot, red peppers drying in the sun and bundles of sesame freshly picked she lived in a tiny two room home. It was here, not one week ago that "the baby" who is my mother, and I visited. It was here that for the first time in 54 years "the baby" returned to the place of her birth, visited the grave of her mother, and walked along some of the same path her sister had taken to rescue her 54 years ago.
It was here, that she was greeted by the extended arms of long-lost family members who had also returned to the land of their birth to remember.
The beauty of Cherwon-do has not been lost. Though the villages are long-gone, replaced by military bases, checkpoints, and minefields, the concrete jungle of the cities of Korea have not yet extended to this peaceful valley. It remains a destination for its refugees to return home to and to reunite with the souls of their dead loved ones and living family members. It was where, though 1/2 caucasian, I was embraced as an Ubong-Kimci, a long-lost sister, a loved one, a member of an extended family with many holes to fill. It is there, that my mother's heart lies.
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What a beautiful story and so well and lovingly told.
Thank you for sharing, my friend, my sister.
; )posted by Christina at September 16, 2005 01:48 PM
Great story. I'm glad I had the privilage of reading it.posted by Contagion at September 16, 2005 02:27 PM
Welcome back. Thank you for sharing. It gave me chill bumps.posted by vw bug at September 16, 2005 03:00 PM
Wow. Thank you for sharing this piece of personal history.posted by Jenna at September 16, 2005 04:07 PM
Thank you for sharing your story. I hope you post pictures of these two courageous women.posted by Pam at September 16, 2005 06:50 PM
Wow. What an incredible story and journey. Thanks for sharing it.posted by Sticks at September 17, 2005 06:48 AM
Okay, I'll stop my whining for awhile. When you see what kind of hardships some people have lived through and triumphed over, it makes your own petty little problems seem, well, petty and little. Thanks for sharing.posted by Frank L. at September 17, 2005 10:44 AM
Thanks, Oddy.posted by That 1 Guy at September 17, 2005 11:33 AM
Awesome :-)posted by Harvey at September 17, 2005 11:36 AM
Wow. What a wonderful story and homecoming -- I am so happy that you and your mother were able to share it together. :) Thanks for sharing it with us....posted by Richmond at September 18, 2005 05:15 PM
Very, very nice.posted by Ogre at September 19, 2005 02:46 PM
I know you entered this in the cottilion, but how about Carnival of the Vanities.. too...this was great to read.posted by ArmyWifeToddlerMom at September 20, 2005 02:08 PM
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Ok, the party is over. I have a lot to clean up I see. Oh and to whoever left one of those yummy provisions tied up in my basement for me: Thank you!
Oh, and to whoever left the llama tied up in the bathroom - the poor thing needed some water geez!
Thanks to everyone for keeping my house, um, shall we say "lived in," while I was away!
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Welcome back!!posted by Alex at September 16, 2005 11:32 AM
Hey welcome back! I hope that you had a wonderful time.... :)posted by Richmond at September 16, 2005 12:00 PM
Welcome back! Sorry about the mess.posted by Frank L. at September 17, 2005 01:46 AM
Llama? What llama?posted by Ogre at September 19, 2005 02:42 PM
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Today is it, after this weekend I will be in Korea for a week and a half.
So, feel free to engage in a comment party here. I've left minimal supplies, cause i know ya'll bring your own. I have, however left a few specifics for the ladies and gents in the Extended. Have some fun! The pool is clean, the fridge is stocked with every imaginable beverage, and I am on my way to the homeland of my mama. See you all when I return!
Last comment party I had, I only had three comments. . .
Have some fun with these ones!
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Thanks for the provisions! ;)posted by Jenna at September 2, 2005 02:40 PM
*pulling a case of Reddi-Whip out of the trunk*
All righty then! Who's got the Hershey's syrup?posted by songstress7 at September 2, 2005 03:13 PM
Here is number Three! Have fun!posted by vw bug at September 2, 2005 06:49 PM
Have a good time. Don't be surprised if the fridge is empty and the pool isn't so clean when you get back.posted by Dash at September 2, 2005 07:04 PM
Nice provisions!!!! I'll go get snacks and beverages! ;)posted by Richmond at September 2, 2005 07:35 PM
I'm not sure how these comment parties are supposed to go, but I brought some tires for the bonfire, and some marshmallows!posted by Sarah at September 3, 2005 12:27 AM
Throw the marshmallows on the fire and then roast the tires on a stick :-)posted by Harvey at September 3, 2005 03:05 PM
You can't roast tires...
without graham crackers and peanutbutter.
Who used all the peanutbutter?posted by Tuck at September 3, 2005 05:08 PM
Okay, I'm back with wine and Hershey's Syrup -- now where did those "provisions" go?? Songstress??posted by Richmond at September 3, 2005 10:43 PM
I think we may need to double the provisions.posted by The Babaganoosh at September 4, 2005 01:25 PM
The first two "provisions" have only inspired me to double the sit-ups in my workout today. There's a washboard stomach... under... there... somewhere...posted by Frank L. at September 4, 2005 02:47 PM
What's this thing?
It's inflatable, but and inflatable WHAT?posted by Harvey at September 5, 2005 11:33 AM
Here is a little something from the Fabled Tequila Mines of Cuervo.posted by Peter at September 5, 2005 07:26 PM
Mmmmmm...tequila. I'll go get the limes!posted by Frank L. at September 5, 2005 10:12 PM
Thank God, Peter! I was beginning to be ashamed of this family... twelve comments before we got the booze!
I'm going to run out an get a keg!posted by That 1 Guy at September 5, 2005 10:12 PM
You know what? Forget the tequila. I'm bringing some ice cold Jagermeister. Let's see what happens to this party when we bust out the "lucifer inducer"!posted by Frank L. at September 6, 2005 12:30 AM
Okay, I've got a couple cases of Jack Daniels, 200 gallons of chocolate pudding and a super soaker filled with message oil... Where are the women at?!?!posted by Contagion at September 6, 2005 08:28 AM
Korea?? You will be missed. Good thing you are only staying a week and a half.posted by Jay at September 6, 2005 08:51 AM
Ah! My eyes! I'm blind!
I'm glad the last pair of provisions has been provided to me in my time of need.
Harvey, what IS that you're pouring down my throat?posted by Ogre at September 6, 2005 08:51 AM
Okay... I've set up the Slip-N-Slide. Who's going first? I'm gonna run and get a beer quick. Save my spot!posted by Richmond at September 6, 2005 01:13 PM
Ogre - Hmmm... let me check the label...
I think it's Budweiser.posted by Harvey at September 6, 2005 08:22 PM
YooHoo! Can someone help me with these boxes? Please?
Let's see...one case Jack, one case Jose, one case Jim (some of my favorite guys) 1 case cigars, and a couple of blow-up dolls, just in case.
A variety of syrups, and a somethin' a little "special" in this case. *wink wink* it's gettin' chilly at night so I thought this warming lotion might be a good idea. Anyone know how this stuff is supposed to work?posted by Tammi at September 6, 2005 09:37 PM
Man, oh man! Looks like Oddy is gonna have one helluva MESS to clean up when she gets back! That'll teach her to be careful who she leaves her keys with next time! I say we try to toss the loveseat into the pool from the second story balcony! WOOOOOO!!!posted by Frank L. at September 6, 2005 10:44 PM
Oops, I accidently burned a hole in the rug with a cigar... someone help me move a couch to cover the hole.
What the hell is that under the couch? Good lord! I'd never have guessed Oddy was so... elastic!posted by Contagion at September 7, 2005 08:49 AM
mmMMMmm...Harvey, this Budweiser tastes a bit stale...now where's the good stuff?posted by Ogre at September 7, 2005 02:17 PM
The most recent trackback has reminded me to bring along some bratwurst and hot links! Slap one of those thick, juicy, bad boys in a bun and you've got yourself a par-tay!
Sorry, I just checked the fridge--I got nothin' but some shriveled up Lil' Smokies. You might wanna ask those firemen. Bet they can supply some kielbasa or maybe some footlongs.posted by Frank L. at September 8, 2005 09:19 AM
How about this?
I think it's Irish.posted by Harvey at September 9, 2005 01:29 PM
Does O'propyl play for the Fighting Irish perchance??? Yay! The extra *provisions* have arrived! College boys......... Yummy!posted by Richmond at September 9, 2005 06:17 PM
Hey, nobody told me there was a party. Well, better late than never. Besides, it's fun being sober and watching all the drunks.posted by Sticks at September 10, 2005 08:43 PM
I'm NOT drunk!
Look! I'm wearing a lampshade on my head! WHEEEE!posted by Harvey at September 11, 2005 08:59 AM
Damn, I'm late! Are there anymore firemen????posted by Sissy at September 11, 2005 12:07 PM
Okay, this comment party is way too sober. Time to break out the big guns, The four storey beer bong. Who's first?posted by Contagion at September 12, 2005 08:28 AM
I spent all morning making jello (cherry flavor, 'cuz it stains the best!) for the jello slide! I think we should set up the beer bong at the end of the slide!
JELLLLLL-OOOOOOOO!!!posted by Harvey at September 13, 2005 08:09 AM
please tell me there is everclear in that jello.posted by Contagion at September 13, 2005 08:51 AM
You don't want to know what's in that jello.posted by The Babaganoosh at September 13, 2005 12:28 PM
Ok. it's time for you to come home now. :-)posted by Pam at September 14, 2005 11:05 AM
Okay, before Oddy gets home, we're gonna need some spot remover, spackle, crazy glue, wood putty and a case of Fabreze...posted by FRank L. at September 14, 2005 10:55 PM
Hey, I'm not getting involved in any of this silly "comment party" stuff... but I felt it was my duty, and OBLIGATION to troll ya ;-P
It's been way, too long since the last time I trolled ya ;-P
Blog ON, friend... hehposted by Gun-Toting Liberal at September 14, 2005 11:50 PM
No Cleaning! We just come and have fun.. IE make a mess... the hostess gets to clean it up!posted by Contagion at September 15, 2005 08:40 AM
Nooooo.... we really should clean up a little. A bonfire is always a good way to clean up! Anybody see anything that needs torched?!?posted by Richmond at September 15, 2005 04:57 PM
Ok...I just want the record to show that i had NOTHING to do with this mess. Nothing.posted by Pam at September 15, 2005 11:57 PM
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Some bloggers are selling stuff that you can bid on, like Michele at Letters from NYC and the Laughing Wolf; and still others are compiling wonderful lists of places for your donations like Lee Ann and Fausta.
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