Poop/Patron saints of Church of Holtism
The Mowery Family
me:
I have not met any of the folks here IRL, but I have enjoyed their posts for
going on 4+ years. I was pleasantly suprised to see a poop page link by
Joyce.
In regards to the Saints of Unschooling, I would nominate Pam S., Pam H.,
Nancy W., Joyce F., Tuck, Sandra, Helen H., Lisa B., and more because I am
certain I am missing a few. I would group the 8 I mentioned and call them
"old school". Not in any schoolish type meaning, but kinda like how the
Isley Brothers and Earth, Wind and Fire are referred to as old school. It
is said with respect and gratitude for clearing the path for neophytes like
me.
sistakammi
> > Not because I found the site that funny, but never in aFrom Nancy:
> > million years would have expected Joyce to have visited a site like that
> > (Nancy or Pam H. yes, Joyce never <g>).
> >
> Oh, my. I don't know whether to be insulted or not.Oh goodness no! No insult intended.
I have not met any of the folks here IRL, but I have enjoyed their posts for
going on 4+ years. I was pleasantly suprised to see a poop page link by
Joyce.
In regards to the Saints of Unschooling, I would nominate Pam S., Pam H.,
Nancy W., Joyce F., Tuck, Sandra, Helen H., Lisa B., and more because I am
certain I am missing a few. I would group the 8 I mentioned and call them
"old school". Not in any schoolish type meaning, but kinda like how the
Isley Brothers and Earth, Wind and Fire are referred to as old school. It
is said with respect and gratitude for clearing the path for neophytes like
me.
sistakammi
zenmomma *
>>In regards to the Saints of Unschooling, I would nominate Pam S., Pam H.,Calling the Patron (Matron?) Saints of Unschooling "old school" is just so
>>Nancy W., Joyce F., Tuck, Sandra, Helen H., Lisa B., and more because I
>>am certain I am missing a few. I would group the 8 I mentioned and call
>>them "old school".>>
perverse it's perfect. LOL!
~Mary
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> In regards to the Saints of Unschooling, I would nominate Pam S., Pam H.,Heehee. Thanks, but I'm not worthy to be in such fine company.
> Nancy W., Joyce F., Tuck, Sandra, Helen H., Lisa B., and more because
> I am
> certain I am missing a few.
Tuck, awed herself
Nancy Wooton
on 12/27/01 7:19 AM, The Mowery Family at jkkddmowery@... wrote:
online Dear Friends, as are a few others present. And you're right to not
suspect Joyce, who is quiet and demure; the humor lurks under the surface,
waiting to quietly zing you. Pam and I are right up front about it, looking
for opportunities to make you Pee or Poop In Your Pants.
I love potty jokes.
Wanna hear the one about the elephant and the monkey? Or better, the one
about the woman and her husband who farted in his sleep? THAT is a scream!
Nancy
(BTW, I am honored to be listed in the Unschooling Hagiography - Praise
Dodd! Hallelujah!)
> me:Bwahaha!!! That was a joke for Pam H. and Joyce, both of whom are IRL and
>>> Not because I found the site that funny, but never in a
>>> million years would have expected Joyce to have visited a site like that
>>> (Nancy or Pam H. yes, Joyce never <g>).
>>>
>
> From Nancy:
>> Oh, my. I don't know whether to be insulted or not.
>
>
> Oh goodness no! No insult intended.
online Dear Friends, as are a few others present. And you're right to not
suspect Joyce, who is quiet and demure; the humor lurks under the surface,
waiting to quietly zing you. Pam and I are right up front about it, looking
for opportunities to make you Pee or Poop In Your Pants.
I love potty jokes.
Wanna hear the one about the elephant and the monkey? Or better, the one
about the woman and her husband who farted in his sleep? THAT is a scream!
Nancy
(BTW, I am honored to be listed in the Unschooling Hagiography - Praise
Dodd! Hallelujah!)
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In a message dated 12/27/01 11:01:08 AM, Felicitas@... writes:
<< Wanna hear the one about the elephant and the monkey? Or better, the one
about the woman and her husband who farted in his sleep? THAT is a scream!
totally silent but really stinky farts. [Insert more build-up or dialog
here at your discretion.] The doctor started writing out a prescription.
The guy asked him what it was for. "You need to get your hearing tested."
<< Wanna hear the one about the elephant and the monkey? Or better, the one
about the woman and her husband who farted in his sleep? THAT is a scream!
>>I know the one about the guy who went to the doctor because he was making
totally silent but really stinky farts. [Insert more build-up or dialog
here at your discretion.] The doctor started writing out a prescription.
The guy asked him what it was for. "You need to get your hearing tested."
Pam Hartley
Speak for yourself, ducky, I'm much more a make 'em spit milk out their
noses kinda girl. <eg>
Pam
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From: Nancy Wooton <Felicitas@...>
To: <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: [AlwaysLearning] Poop/Patron saints of Church of Holtism
Date: Thu, Dec 27, 2001, 9:59 AM
Pam and I are right up front about it, looking
for opportunities to make you Pee or Poop In Your Pants.
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noses kinda girl. <eg>
Pam
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From: Nancy Wooton <Felicitas@...>
To: <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: [AlwaysLearning] Poop/Patron saints of Church of Holtism
Date: Thu, Dec 27, 2001, 9:59 AM
Pam and I are right up front about it, looking
for opportunities to make you Pee or Poop In Your Pants.
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Tia Leschke
>Gotta hear that one. I've got one of those. (husband who farts in his sleep)
>Wanna hear the one about the elephant and the monkey? Or better, the one
>about the woman and her husband who farted in his sleep? THAT is a scream!
Tia
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Eleanor Roosevelt
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leschke@...
On Vancouver Island
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In a message dated 12/27/01 11:19:01 AM, pamhartley@... writes:
<< Speak for yourself, ducky, I'm much more a make 'em spit milk out their
noses kinda girl. <eg> >>
I am told I have upon occasion caused the spewing of hot tea on keyboards
many states away.
And there was a rice incident.
What's the word for that bending spoons across the room "talent"? By jove, I
think we've got it!
Sandra
<< Speak for yourself, ducky, I'm much more a make 'em spit milk out their
noses kinda girl. <eg> >>
I am told I have upon occasion caused the spewing of hot tea on keyboards
many states away.
And there was a rice incident.
What's the word for that bending spoons across the room "talent"? By jove, I
think we've got it!
Sandra
Jocelyn Vilter
on 12/27/01 7:19 AM, The Mowery Family at jkkddmowery@... wrote:
of her cooler and sell the shards as relics. Saint Pam of the park!
respectfully genuflecting,
Jocelyn
> In regards to the Saints of Unschooling, I would nominate Pam S., Pam H.,Cool! Since I sit in the park every week with Pam, I'm gonna break off part
> Nancy W., Joyce F., Tuck, Sandra, Helen H., Lisa B., and more because I am
> certain I am missing a few. I would group the 8 I mentioned and call them
> "old school". Not in any schoolish type meaning, but kinda like how the
> Isley Brothers and Earth, Wind and Fire are referred to as old school. It
> is said with respect and gratitude for clearing the path for neophytes like
> me.
of her cooler and sell the shards as relics. Saint Pam of the park!
respectfully genuflecting,
Jocelyn
zenmomma *
>>What's the word for that bending spoons across the room "talent"?>>Remember, Neo, there is no spoon.
~Mary
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In a message dated 12/27/01 11:42:34 AM, JVilter@... writes:
<<
Cool! Since I sit in the park every week with Pam, I'm gonna break off part
of her cooler and sell the shards as relics. >>
You can't really get shards off a cooler unless you first spray it with
nitrogen, right?
Or dip it in liquid nitrogen and hit it with a (BIG cartoon) hammer? Or have
a kid dress as King Kong, dip the cooler, climb on the stage (if you're still
at a park with a stage), ROAR, and throw it dramatically on concrete.
Oh wait. Shards could impale everyone.
Martyrs!! Unschooling martyrs!
Sandra
<<
Cool! Since I sit in the park every week with Pam, I'm gonna break off part
of her cooler and sell the shards as relics. >>
You can't really get shards off a cooler unless you first spray it with
nitrogen, right?
Or dip it in liquid nitrogen and hit it with a (BIG cartoon) hammer? Or have
a kid dress as King Kong, dip the cooler, climb on the stage (if you're still
at a park with a stage), ROAR, and throw it dramatically on concrete.
Oh wait. Shards could impale everyone.
Martyrs!! Unschooling martyrs!
Sandra
[email protected]
In a message dated 12/27/01 11:42:42 AM, zenmomma@... writes:
<< Remember, Neo, there is no spoon. >>
When My kids say that, I say "Look in the dishwasher, grasshopper."
<< Remember, Neo, there is no spoon. >>
When My kids say that, I say "Look in the dishwasher, grasshopper."
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In a message dated 12/27/2001 10:42:48 AM Pacific Standard Time,
JVilter@... writes:
--pam
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
JVilter@... writes:
> Cool! Since I sit in the park every week with Pam, I'm gonna break off partYeah yeah -- just throw chocolate and I'll bless you, my child.
> of her cooler and sell the shards as relics. Saint Pam of the park!
--pam
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Tia Leschke
>Well.......?
>And there was a rice incident.
>What's the word for that bending spoons across the room "talent"? By jove, ITelekinesis?
>think we've got it!
Tia
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Eleanor Roosevelt
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leschke@...
On Vancouver Island
Sharon Rudd
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> >Wanna hear the one about the elephant and the__________________________________________________
> monkey? Or better, the one
> >about the woman and her husband who farted in his
> sleep? THAT is a scream!
>
> Gotta hear that one. I've got one of those.
> (husband who farts in his sleep)
> Tia
>
> No one can make you feel inferior without your
> consent.
> Eleanor Roosevelt
> *********************************************
> Tia Leschke
> leschke@...
> On Vancouver Island
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I've decided to adopt some new expletives in honor of the Church of Holtism.
From now on I will exclaim "Oh my Dodd, that's it!", when I sense that
someone if *finally* after much coaching, explaining and badgering, getting
the true sense of unschooling.
"Oh my Dodd!", spoken with a perplexed look might also work for those who
just refuse to get it.
For those obnoxious folks who insist they are unschoolers, when it is clear
they are not, I will give a quick "Now Holt it right there!"
~Mary of the expletive
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From now on I will exclaim "Oh my Dodd, that's it!", when I sense that
someone if *finally* after much coaching, explaining and badgering, getting
the true sense of unschooling.
"Oh my Dodd!", spoken with a perplexed look might also work for those who
just refuse to get it.
For those obnoxious folks who insist they are unschoolers, when it is clear
they are not, I will give a quick "Now Holt it right there!"
~Mary of the expletive
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Nancy Wooton
on 12/28/01 7:38 AM, Sharon Rudd at bearspawprint@... wrote:
list, so I'm giving credit right up front.
Wilbur and Martha were happily married for
nearly forty years. The only friction in their marriage
was caused by the husband's habit of breaking wind
nearly every morning as he awoke.
The noise would always wake up Martha and
the smell would cause her eyes to water as she would
choke and gasp for air. Nearly every morning she
would plead with him to stop ripping one in the
morning. Herman told her that he couldn't help it. She
begged him to visit a doctor to see if anything could be
done, but the husband wouldn't hear of it. He told
her that it was just a natural bodily function, and
then he would laugh in her face as she tried to wave the
fumes away with her hands. She told him that there was
nothing natural about it and if he didn't stop, he
was one day going to "fart his guts out".
The years went by and Martha continued to
suffer and Herman continued to ignore her warnings
about "farting his guts out" until one Christmas morning.
Before dawn, Martha went downstairs to prepare the
family feast. She fixed Christmas pudding, mashed
potatoes, gravy and of course a turkey. While she was
taking out the turkey's innards, a thought occurred to the
wife as to how she might solve her husband's problem. With a
devilish grin on her face, she placed the turkey guts into a bowl
and quietly walked upstairs hours before her flatulent husband would
awake.
While he was still soundly asleep, she
pulled back the covers and then gently pulled back her
husband's jockey shorts. She then placed all of the turkey
guts into her husband's underwear, pulled them up,
replaced the covers and tiptoed back downstairs to
finish preparing the family meal.
Several hours later she heard Herman awake
with his normal loud ass trumpeting. This was soon
followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of
frantic footsteps as her husband ran to the upstairs bathroom.
Martha could not control herself and her
eyes began to tear up as she rolled on the floor
laughing. After years of putting up with him she had
finally gotten even.
About twenty minutes later, Herman came
downstairs in his blood stained underpants with a look of
horror in his eyes. She bit her lip to keep from
laughing and she asked him what was the matter.
"Honey," he said. "You were right - all those years you
warned me and I didn't listen to you".
"What do you mean?" asked Martha.
"Well you
always told me that I would end up farting my guts
out one of these days and today it finally happened.
But by the grace of God and these two
fingers, I think I got 'em all back in."
> DO TELL....pleaseOkay, since you begged... This comes right off the FlyLadyMentor's email
> Sharon of the Swamp
>
>
>>> Wanna hear the one about the elephant and the
>> monkey? Or better, the one
>>> about the woman and her husband who farted in his
>> sleep? THAT is a scream!
>>
>> Gotta hear that one. I've got one of those.
>> (husband who farts in his sleep)
>> Tia
list, so I'm giving credit right up front.
Wilbur and Martha were happily married for
nearly forty years. The only friction in their marriage
was caused by the husband's habit of breaking wind
nearly every morning as he awoke.
The noise would always wake up Martha and
the smell would cause her eyes to water as she would
choke and gasp for air. Nearly every morning she
would plead with him to stop ripping one in the
morning. Herman told her that he couldn't help it. She
begged him to visit a doctor to see if anything could be
done, but the husband wouldn't hear of it. He told
her that it was just a natural bodily function, and
then he would laugh in her face as she tried to wave the
fumes away with her hands. She told him that there was
nothing natural about it and if he didn't stop, he
was one day going to "fart his guts out".
The years went by and Martha continued to
suffer and Herman continued to ignore her warnings
about "farting his guts out" until one Christmas morning.
Before dawn, Martha went downstairs to prepare the
family feast. She fixed Christmas pudding, mashed
potatoes, gravy and of course a turkey. While she was
taking out the turkey's innards, a thought occurred to the
wife as to how she might solve her husband's problem. With a
devilish grin on her face, she placed the turkey guts into a bowl
and quietly walked upstairs hours before her flatulent husband would
awake.
While he was still soundly asleep, she
pulled back the covers and then gently pulled back her
husband's jockey shorts. She then placed all of the turkey
guts into her husband's underwear, pulled them up,
replaced the covers and tiptoed back downstairs to
finish preparing the family meal.
Several hours later she heard Herman awake
with his normal loud ass trumpeting. This was soon
followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of
frantic footsteps as her husband ran to the upstairs bathroom.
Martha could not control herself and her
eyes began to tear up as she rolled on the floor
laughing. After years of putting up with him she had
finally gotten even.
About twenty minutes later, Herman came
downstairs in his blood stained underpants with a look of
horror in his eyes. She bit her lip to keep from
laughing and she asked him what was the matter.
"Honey," he said. "You were right - all those years you
warned me and I didn't listen to you".
"What do you mean?" asked Martha.
"Well you
always told me that I would end up farting my guts
out one of these days and today it finally happened.
But by the grace of God and these two
fingers, I think I got 'em all back in."
Joseph Fuerst
> (BTW, I am honored to be listed in the Unschooling Hagiography - PraiseThanks...everyone, for I needed some sincere laughs! I'm dreadfully behind
> Dodd! Hallelujah!)
>
in my e-mailing, and completely out-of-synch in all ways lately. (hmmm,
ever thinkn it's a cycle....you get a bit off balance and the baby starts
waking in the middle of the night, dragging the parent more out of balance,
causing the baby to wake in the middle of the night.......)
S
Joseph Fuerst
If only I had had some tea to spit all over my keyboard....this woulda
dunnit.
S
dunnit.
S
----- Original Message -----
From: "zenmomma *" <zenmomma@...>
To: <[email protected]>
Sent: Friday, December 28, 2001 11:53 AM
Subject: Re: [AlwaysLearning] Poop/Patron saints of Church of Holtism
> I've decided to adopt some new expletives in honor of the Church of
Holtism.
>
> From now on I will exclaim "Oh my Dodd, that's it!", when I sense that
> someone if *finally* after much coaching, explaining and badgering,
getting
> the true sense of unschooling.
>
> "Oh my Dodd!", spoken with a perplexed look might also work for those who
> just refuse to get it.
>
> For those obnoxious folks who insist they are unschoolers, when it is
clear
> they are not, I will give a quick "Now Holt it right there!"
>
> ~Mary of the expletive
>
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