tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post4494928289476586655..comments2023-10-12T08:53:44.870-04:00Comments on Madame Queen: Twenty Down. Only Eighty More to Go!Madame Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879021662076403965noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-30422481101577751952007-12-07T16:32:00.000-05:002007-12-07T16:32:00.000-05:00I adore the Oxford comma. The esteemed Mrs. Swense...I adore the Oxford comma. The esteemed Mrs. Swensen is responsible for that, in fact. While I was writing the newsletter, she sent me to a grammar class. I learned in that class that a) the serial comma was in standard use until WWII, at which time it was generally dropped to save space in newspapers, and b) it was resurrected for common usage when a probate case hinged on its omission (something to the effect of an estate was left to Tom, Dick and Harry in equal portions - Tom sued that he was, based on language, entitled to half of the estate, leaving Dick and Harry to split the remainder. Dick and Harry sued that it was meant to be split equally into thirds). I've used it ever since. <BR/><BR/>To be fair, I strongly suspect this is apocryphal. But why take chances? ;)pavehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15640831550006178716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-20755350403998599082007-11-29T15:39:00.000-05:002007-11-29T15:39:00.000-05:00hehe, in VA I became addicted to the hot young Sta...hehe, in VA I became addicted to the hot young Starbucks guys at the cash register flirting with me! kid you not, I pulled into one on our way out of town for a last Gingerbread latte, was absently reapplying lipgloss to my chapped lips as I scanned the baked offerings and the counter guy asked if I was doing that for his benefit...I looked up and my first thought was, I could be your mother!<BR/>I guess that's when you know you really ARE old enough to be their mother, right? LOL1blueshi1https://www.blogger.com/profile/10418434979020598006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-3649636977104136152007-11-29T13:48:00.000-05:002007-11-29T13:48:00.000-05:00I also am a packrat and huge fan of the Oxford com...I also am a packrat and huge fan of the Oxford comma. I freak if others don't use it (er, the comma...not packratting). Wish I could throw things away easier. *sigh*<BR/>also, be glad your radio was "broken" during the 70's (and maybe early 80's)...otherwise you'd be like me and singing along to every sappy awful song at the grocery store.<BR/>and I am a coffee fiend, too. switched to half-caff while pg because I still needed SOMETHING to wake me up each morning and get those two brain cells working.Wineplzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412881827548705342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-80763646841080676552007-11-28T22:55:00.000-05:002007-11-28T22:55:00.000-05:00I am such a fan of the Oxford comma. Although I h...I am such a fan of the Oxford comma. Although I had no idea that it was called that. And I call myself a writer...<BR/><BR/>BTW - I love it that Queen Mother is now monitoring your posts! That is so funny to me...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-12335992016675121132007-11-28T18:37:00.000-05:002007-11-28T18:37:00.000-05:00Wow. You can come to my house and pick up bugs any...Wow. You can come to my house and pick up bugs anytime. I hate them and scream like the girl I am when I see them; but I will be brave and kill them if Mr. Wicke is not around. I'm not a total pansy.Laurelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07541652110390287076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-8562861462821808832007-11-28T16:24:00.000-05:002007-11-28T16:24:00.000-05:00I can't help but say these things about your list:...I can't help but say these things about your list:<BR/><BR/>#88 - Me too! Me love COFFEE! Even better, Starbucks.<BR/><BR/>86 - Broken radio. Riiiiiiight. I'm using that one.<BR/><BR/>85 - oh no.<BR/><BR/>83 - Me too! After an editor I used to work with browbeat me into it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-26733041435308876362007-11-28T13:50:00.000-05:002007-11-28T13:50:00.000-05:00I too am a serial comma user. I rather like our t...I too am a serial comma user. I rather like our type.<BR/><BR/>Starbucks coffee is laced with crack. There is no other explanation for how I became addicted, despite the fact that I don't actually like coffee.Burgh Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09123901504643963583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-9567828240625792882007-11-28T12:16:00.000-05:002007-11-28T12:16:00.000-05:00Madam, these are great!!! I have to say, though......Madam, these are great!!! I have to say, though...<BR/><BR/>#88 - Me, too. The Mr, too. So much so, in fact, that he bought me a semi-automatic espresso maker so all I have to do to get my fix is press a button.<BR/><BR/>#85 -- Oh my Gawd, me too. <BR/><BR/>#82 -- Wha wha WHAT?Esmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01034550717104894648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-60774674878442594302007-11-28T10:09:00.000-05:002007-11-28T10:09:00.000-05:00I LOVE the queen mother's rebuttal. (i think i spe...I LOVE the queen mother's rebuttal. (i think i spelled that wrong. why don't they put spell check on the comments???!!) How funny. <BR/><BR/>Cat stephens is one of my favorites...I found an old record of my moms and would listen to him (all crackly) on this old record player we had. Fond memories for me. <BR/><BR/>That Bubba sure is a tough one! WAS there milk when he got back??Laurenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02368540653012902391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-14758474810347492342007-11-28T10:01:00.000-05:002007-11-28T10:01:00.000-05:00I had no idea about the tonsils. Did you have to g...I had no idea about the tonsils. Did you have to get the second set removed too?Angie McCullaghhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13338130265872869124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-26328065400785711692007-11-28T09:41:00.000-05:002007-11-28T09:41:00.000-05:00I love the broken radio! Although my kids would t...I love the broken radio! Although my kids would totally say "move over, Mom. I'll fix it."<BR/><BR/>I'm with you on Starbucks. I've found coffee that's every bit as good at a fraction of the price. Do you think I can quit the addiction?Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-43225384762110628542007-11-28T06:04:00.000-05:002007-11-28T06:04:00.000-05:00Since this is the first time the Queen Mother has ...Since this is the first time the Queen Mother has commented I feel compelled to reply. Yes, it was the "lost" cat and the "lost" remote that you couldn't find for Win that made me suspect the radio story might have been a fib. BUT, you are correct, the singing on trips would have completely justified any fib. Those are some of my best memories!Madame Queenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05879021662076403965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-9631430926298423972007-11-27T23:01:00.000-05:002007-11-27T23:01:00.000-05:00Oh-me-oh-my. Now I'm going to have to check and m...Oh-me-oh-my. Now I'm going to have to check and make sure my tonsils aren't growing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-59171691969249083242007-11-27T22:59:00.000-05:002007-11-27T22:59:00.000-05:00I used to use the serial comma but now I don't. I ...I used to use the serial comma but now I don't. I don't know why/how; it just happened...probably around the time I started drinking coffee.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-50542403845028101682007-11-27T22:00:00.000-05:002007-11-27T22:00:00.000-05:00The Queen Mother wishes to state that the radio wa...The Queen Mother wishes to state that the radio was indeed broken. Though she has been known to make ambiguous statements (e.g., the cat that just "wasn't there" upon arrival home because she, in fact, had given it away for adoption...), she has never resorted to outright lie. Well... maybe the monster in the refrigerator that kept the butter safe was a stretch. But the singing together and the songs learned while traveling would almost justify a fib, huh?Queen Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02614262425979233787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215479305770760888.post-48084467318111725862007-11-27T21:45:00.000-05:002007-11-27T21:45:00.000-05:00Even pregnant, I must have my coffee.. and even th...Even pregnant, I must have my coffee.. and even though it takes me weeks to get used to decaf (sometimes I half-caf it - the shame!) I still need it in the mornings, if for nothing else than the comfort.<BR/><BR/>I never knew tonsils could grow back! So weird! Mine were taken out when I was 4 too and I'd be pissed if they were back b/c Mike had his out 3 years ago and apparently it is like death for adults!AndreAnnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12102680027953333309noreply@blogger.com