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05/10/09 12:24 AM	#160
Katty Jordan (Simmons) Susan, I saw the Stevenson 6th grade pic.....I loved it! Thanks for reminding me how "dorky" I was... (am).......

05/10/09 06:03 PM	#161
Susan Sibley (Cox) Greg - can't remember if you ever got on that thing. i'm surprised nobody got hurt. only one broken arm all those years. it really was fun though.

05/10/09 07:14 PM	#162
Susan Sibley (Cox) Katty, i have the 5th grade one too and i think your in that one, just haven't put it on yet.

05/12/09 08:09 PM

#163

Dana Lucy (Birkes)

From responses in message forum many times ago--I also remember Stevenson too-particularly Mr. Zimmerman. I remember reading 'Suck Mr Zimmerman!" in graffeti on a boiler--asked my brothers in first grade what that meant and my very kind older brothers reccomended I ask my Mother ---result of that question at a young age was a mouth full of soap...

05/13/09 11:33 AM	#164
Jan Holt (Hennage) Well, Dana...I think your brothers should have gotten the soap treatment. That's just mean!

05/13/09 02:33 PM

#165

Brad Huffman

Jan's alive. Yea! Man, I remember Mr. Carr, but for the life of me, I don't have one fragment of Mr. Zimmerman. Guess I missed out. Anyway, here are a few memories I have left that others might share, or at least jog your mind into remembering how it use to be before we became adults (yuck!). 1) Helping out with the Kindergarten class (cause we were older and wise to the ways of the world). 2) Making care boxes for the orphans in Vietnam. 3) Of course Mrs. Kings slumber party. 4) Jumping around at a assembly where some kids where a rock band and performed a song about peanut butter and jelly. Guess some of us still do that. 5) Being excited about learning long division in 4th grade (more of my geekness poking through). 6) Dancing in lederhosen with a girl in a cast. 7) The Mouse and the Motorcycle. I still love that book and have a copy somewhere in my house. 8) Group coloring on big sheets of paper in art class (home school kids don't get that). 9) The rats in science class, especially my rat named Spot. 10) The wooden stilts at recess (still would take a pair of those over the latest x-box any day). 11) And last Mr Sturdevant's old department store bell. "Ding! Ding! Class be quite. Ding! Ding!" Okay, that's more than a few, but at our age some of us are happy if we can remember our name in the morning :-)

05/14/09 09:53 AM	#166
Jan Holt (Hennage) Yes, Brad....I'm alive. I'm just ready for this rain to stop. It's starting to bum me out. Where the hell is Gary? He's been absent for days!

05/14/09 10:25 AM	#167
Brad Huffman Don't know. When people disappear online, I just figure they have real lives to attend to. I on the other hand work in a dim, windowless basement with a bunch of other computer geeks. I'm always online.

05/14/09 10:59 AM	#168
Greg Curry Brad, how in the world do you remember all those things and don't remember Mr. Zimmerman?? I am going to have to clear the cobwebs out of my head to bring some old memories back. And I thought I had a descent memory.

05/14/09 11:37 AM

#169

Brad Huffman

Greg, I don't know. It's just one of my many weird quirks. Somehow I can recall small, random details from events throughout my life which in the grand scheme of things are not significant. Yet to this day, I cannot tell you my mother's birthday. The good side (depending on your perspective) is I can usually come up with a story to tell. Like this one from around the time of 3rd or 4th grade :-) I was walking home after school and Karen Z. was following me and wanting to fight. She was right on my heels and kept saying "Fight me! Come on chicken! Fight me!" She just kept pestering me and wouldn't let up. Over and over again "Fight me! Come on chicken! Fight me!" Finally there came a point where I just couldn't take it anymore. I turned around and punched her once in the stomach. Immediately she bent over with a Mr. Bill face (Oh no!), and I continued walking home thinking that was the end of it. I was severely mistaken. I don't know how they knew, but somehow my parents had heard about the incident before I had finished walking the last two blocks. I can only assume Einstein was wrong and something can travel faster than the speed of light, Extra-Sensory Mommy Perception. I got whooped! I got whooped so bad that when Karen's old brother came down the block to do the manly thing and beat me up, he saw how much I was crying and actually left feeling sorry for me. Beam forward to the 6th grade and there was another girl in my class who also wanted to fight. I don't remember her name, but she had blonde hair a little pass her shoulders, glasses, maybe braces, and a cast on her right arm (I'm not sure what it is with me and women with broken appendages). This time however I said "No, I can't fight girls." She too kept pestering me and trying to egg me into a confrontation, but I held my ground and refused to fight her. The ridicule from her was brutal, but to this day I've never had another thought about raising my hand to a woman. It also helped that a year or two after that all us boys realized girls where cute, bumpy, and smelled good :-)

05/14/09 03:00 PM	#170
Jan Holt (Hennage) Great story. But, what kills me is girls fighting. I've never been in a fist fight in my whole life, (except for my brother) a shouting match or two, but no hitting.

05/14/09 03:35 PM	#171
Brad Huffman Well of course not Jan, fighting would have been beneath one of the cool girls like yourself ;-)

05/14/09 03:42 PM

#172

Lisa Neafus

Jan, I'm just getting over Pneumonia! And like you, I am soooo tired...when does it let go of it's ungodly grip?!?! What meds did they put you on? I just went back to the dr. last night and they gave me a shot in the rear of a steroid. I think it helped a lot. I'm thinking it has to do with all this rainy weather....

Lisa

05/15/09 10:49 AM	#173
Jan Holt (Hennage) Gary...I figured you were off on a fishing trip, but working?? Sucks, don't it? Unfortunately 85 bucks won't get you very much bait, and definitey not enough to support the old ~smoking~ habit. Don't work too hard...it's bad for your health. Awww, shucks Brad. I don't know if I'm all that cool...prolly more that I'd get my ass kicked.

05/15/09 11:32 AM	#174
Jan Holt (Hennage) Hey, Lisa. Man, I hate to hear you're feeling crappy too. I went to St. John Urgent Care on April 28th (my regular doc couldn't get me in for over a week.... what a crock of BS!) and I STILL don't feel right. I'm thinking you're right about the rainy weather not helping any. It seems like I'm never going to get well!

05/15/09 12:01 PM	#175
Brad Huffman Jan, funny thing is I don't remember ever talking to you in junior high or high school (but it's been a long 30 years), however I do remember in junior high thinking of you and another girl as being one of the "cool kids."

05/15/09 12:42 PM

#176

Lisa Neafus

Thanks Jan, I KNOW! I went to Ergent care because I knew I wouldnt be able to get into my dr. for a week either and by then I'd be dead! I took my last antibiotic today and I am still feeling crappy as you said. I feel better but definitely NOT 100%. Hope we're better by the reunion ;) Surely some good ole sun will help!!

Lisa

05/15/09 12:47 PM

#177

Jan Holt (Hennage)

Brad...OMG...that cracks me up! I never considered myself to be a cool one.
All I really recall is back then there were two types of students...either a soch (sp?) or a hood. I fell into the latter category for reasons that I'm sure we're all aware of.
I was never a cheerleader, in pep club or an athlete, (not that it was necessarily a bad thing, it just wasn't my thing) I was hanging out in the good old North Forty.
Looking back, that's one of the reasons I disliked high school...everyone was labeled as this or that, and jeeeez, I liked most of the kids, even if they weren't in my "group".

05/15/09 12:58 PM	#178
Jan Holt (Hennage) Lisa..they told me if I'd waited one more day that I would have ended up in the hospital. At that point, after damn near crawling into the dr.'s office... I almost WANTED to go to the hospital! My poor cat didn't know what was going on, he'd sit on my bed just staring at me. It was crazy..he'd eat, go poop and come right back and cuddle up with me. Awwwww.

05/15/09 01:15 PM

#179

Brad Huffman

Jan, in high school, like today, I felt average. I knew I wasn't at the top of anyone's hierarchy, but no one ever made me feel uncomfortable. And after hearing other peoples experiences from different classes and different high schools, I think we got pretty lucky.

Life is good!

Well, at least for those of us who aren't suffering from that monster bug you all got going on in Tulsa. Man, I turn into the biggest baby if I'm sick for a day, let alone two weeks.

05/15/09 02:03 PM	#180
Jan Holt (Hennage) Brad, A man acting like a baby whenever he's sick?? NO WAY. I refuse to believe that. Tee hee.....

05/15/09 02:10 PM	#181
Jan Holt (Hennage) Amen Gary!! I'm glad you cleared up that "tail" thing....for some reason I didn't think you were talking about cows.

05/15/09 02:38 PM	#182
Greg Curry Love to see a little Friday afternoon happy hour. I really need to work but it so much more fun to read what Gary etal have on their minds.

05/15/09 03:48 PM	#183
Brad Huffman I going to go watch a Hank Williams tribute show, then hopefully after the show I'll end up at a post-show pickin. All this talk of mushrooms is making want to stop by the Hideaway and get a order of fried fungi. And I don't own a TV.

05/15/09 03:53 PM	#184
Jan Holt (Hennage) So, Brad...I take it you're not a Grey's Anatomy follower? Last night's show was killer.

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