Exercise R Us » Aerobics » OT: Wag the Dog/In Defense of ABBA
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Just to be clear – EDDIE likes ABBA. I am a normal human being. <eg> Although if Rosie was involved, I might be induced to dance around a bit. A cuddlier, bouncier, happier pup you’ve never met. Diane M. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > As my theological mentor, Father Bobby, has swept his > eclesiastical skirts outta this joint, I would like to > suggest that you all take a lesson from Sister Rose. Well, > those of you who want to take a little quit-weight offa your > bones, anyway. > I came home tonight dog-tired. I’ve been coming home this > way for awhile. Rosie, my beloved chow/golden retriever > mix pooch, ain’t having any of it. She’s a play puppy. I sit > here and work on database programming, and she’s got these > pleading eyes that say, "come on! Play with me!!" Now I > would like to say, given my wonderful temperament these days, > "Sure, girlie, let’s go out an toss a ring or 6!" but the reality > is that I usually look at her and grunt. > Well tonight, she wasn’t having any of it. And I have discovered > the secret! The secret of dropping that quit weight! The secret > of eternal happiness! (or at least, the secret of pent-up > stuff going out the bloody window). I admit, I was slacking a bit, > I put my work aside and was doing some meandering surfing, no > point to it. And there she was, puppy face eyes, with her favourite > toy, her rope, in her mouth. "PLAY WITH ME!" Well hell, I need > to blow off steam too, right? > <here Eddie and Diane, this one’s for you 
> > ABBA on the stereo, "Waterloo", "Mama Mia", and Rose and me, hopping all > over the house, her with the rope toy betwixt her canine toofers, me > holding the other end, and hoppin’ about to beat the band, leaping > about, laughing, just generally acting a fool and feeling GREAT! > Swear to God, Sister Rose’s "ABBA" rope method will take those pounds offa > your bod, and even if not, it’ll take a bit of stress offa you. Chee-it > (to quote Father Bobby’s alter-ego, Wheeler), it weren’t aerobic, it were > ANAEROBIC. > So, if you find this effective, kindly send $29.95 (US funds) > to Sister Rose’s Canine ABBA Aerobics, c/o T. McNiff, > Sacramento, California > Sister Rose says, "if you’re not a Dancing Queen, Take a > Chance on Me and send an SOS and, should you meet your > Waterloo, Mama Mia, Let The Winner Take it All"! > Tammy > DOF+ (love me or leave me, make your choice, but believe me, > I love you….) > (an exorcism may be required. Will THAT bring FatherB > out of retirement???)
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> Just to be clear – EDDIE likes ABBA. I am a normal human
being. <eg> Uh huh. So you’re saying that it’s normal to love someone who loves ABBA. Gotcha. Eddie …otterly logical…
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Puppies are great therapy I love the mental image you’ve conjured up. Louie is jealous. I can’t speak to your choice of tunes, however, LOL… at least, not in this instance (okay, okay… I know, it’s for FUN!). I do have it on good authority that, when it comes to solo acoustic guitar music, you have impeccable taste Hugz a plenty, Elle – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->As my theological mentor, Father Bobby, has swept his >eclesiastical skirts outta this joint, I would like to >suggest that you all take a lesson from Sister Rose. Well, >those of you who want to take a little quit-weight offa your >bones, anyway. >I came home tonight dog-tired. I’ve been coming home this >way for awhile. Rosie, my beloved chow/golden retriever >mix pooch, ain’t having any of it. She’s a play puppy. I sit >here and work on database programming, and she’s got these >pleading eyes that say, "come on! Play with me!!" Now I >would like to say, given my wonderful temperament these days, >"Sure, girlie, let’s go out an toss a ring or 6!" but the reality >is that I usually look at her and grunt. >Well tonight, she wasn’t having any of it. And I have discovered >the secret! The secret of dropping that quit weight! The secret >of eternal happiness! (or at least, the secret of pent-up >stuff going out the bloody window). I admit, I was slacking a bit, >I put my work aside and was doing some meandering surfing, no >point to it. And there she was, puppy face eyes, with her favourite >toy, her rope, in her mouth. "PLAY WITH ME!" Well hell, I need >to blow off steam too, right? ><here Eddie and Diane, this one’s for you > >ABBA on the stereo, "Waterloo", "Mama Mia", and Rose and me, hopping all >over the house, her with the rope toy betwixt her canine toofers, me >holding the other end, and hoppin’ about to beat the band, leaping >about, laughing, just generally acting a fool and feeling GREAT! >Swear to God, Sister Rose’s "ABBA" rope method will take those pounds offa >your bod, and even if not, it’ll take a bit of stress offa you. Chee-it >(to quote Father Bobby’s alter-ego, Wheeler), it weren’t aerobic, it were >ANAEROBIC. >So, if you find this effective, kindly send $29.95 (US funds) >to Sister Rose’s Canine ABBA Aerobics, c/o T. McNiff, >Sacramento, California >Sister Rose says, "if you’re not a Dancing Queen, Take a >Chance on Me and send an SOS and, should you meet your >Waterloo, Mama Mia, Let The Winner Take it All"! >Tammy >DOF+ (love me or leave me, make your choice, but believe me, > I love you….) >(an exorcism may be required. Will THAT bring FatherB >out of retirement???)
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As my theological mentor, Father Bobby, has swept his eclesiastical skirts outta this joint, I would like to suggest that you all take a lesson from Sister Rose. Well, those of you who want to take a little quit-weight offa your bones, anyway. I came home tonight dog-tired. I’ve been coming home this way for awhile. Rosie, my beloved chow/golden retriever mix pooch, ain’t having any of it. She’s a play puppy. I sit here and work on database programming, and she’s got these pleading eyes that say, "come on! Play with me!!" Now I would like to say, given my wonderful temperament these days, "Sure, girlie, let’s go out an toss a ring or 6!" but the reality is that I usually look at her and grunt. Well tonight, she wasn’t having any of it. And I have discovered the secret! The secret of dropping that quit weight! The secret of eternal happiness! (or at least, the secret of pent-up stuff going out the bloody window). I admit, I was slacking a bit, I put my work aside and was doing some meandering surfing, no point to it. And there she was, puppy face eyes, with her favourite toy, her rope, in her mouth. "PLAY WITH ME!" Well hell, I need to blow off steam too, right? <here Eddie and Diane, this one’s for you > ABBA on the stereo, "Waterloo", "Mama Mia", and Rose and me, hopping all over the house, her with the rope toy betwixt her canine toofers, me holding the other end, and hoppin’ about to beat the band, leaping about, laughing, just generally acting a fool and feeling GREAT! Swear to God, Sister Rose’s "ABBA" rope method will take those pounds offa your bod, and even if not, it’ll take a bit of stress offa you. Chee-it (to quote Father Bobby’s alter-ego, Wheeler), it weren’t aerobic, it were ANAEROBIC. So, if you find this effective, kindly send $29.95 (US funds) to Sister Rose’s Canine ABBA Aerobics, c/o T. McNiff, Sacramento, California Sister Rose says, "if you’re not a Dancing Queen, Take a Chance on Me and send an SOS and, should you meet your Waterloo, Mama Mia, Let The Winner Take it All"! Tammy DOF+ (love me or leave me, make your choice, but believe me, I love you….) (an exorcism may be required. Will THAT bring FatherB out of retirement???)
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> ABBA on the stereo
My friend Barry is at the world bridge championship in Paris as I type this. Among the other things he does, he works as an announcer, calling the play-by-play (all right, card-by-card) for the audience. My other friend Tim is heaven knows where, probably at home in London. The three of us regularly compete as a team in various puzzle contests. Barry and Tim once attended a European bridge championship together. As usual, Barry was commentating. Tim got an inspiration. "How many ABBA song titles do you think you can surreptitiously work into your commentary?" she asked him. Tim’s account of the results used to be available on the web, but she’s since taken it down 
Steve — All your base are belong to us. http://www.angelfire.com/nj2/sjgrant ICQ #37620434 One year, four months, three weeks, three days, 11 hours, 23 minutes and 39 seconds. 15374 cigarettes not smoked, saving $3,267.02. Life saved: 7 weeks, 4 days, 9 hours, 10 minutes.
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Great idea, Tammy!! Just one thing…don’t you think it should be called ABBArobics?? Just a thought from your #1 fan… Lane, OF and then some, f3as3, FOT Smoke-free 1y2m1w3d 3:02 Cigs not smoked: 17,445, Life saved: $3,489.00 Read my Diary of a Quitter: http://www.bluethunder.org/quitterhome.html We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love. – Mother Theresa
: As my theological mentor, Father Bobby, has swept his : eclesiastical skirts outta this joint, I would like to : suggest that you all take a lesson from Sister Rose. Well, : those of you who want to take a little quit-weight offa your : bones, anyway. : : I came home tonight dog-tired. I’ve been coming home this : way for awhile. Rosie, my beloved chow/golden retriever : mix pooch, ain’t having any of it. She’s a play puppy. I sit : here and work on database programming, and she’s got these : pleading eyes that say, "come on! Play with me!!" Now I : would like to say, given my wonderful temperament these days, : "Sure, girlie, let’s go out an toss a ring or 6!" but the reality : is that I usually look at her and grunt. : : Well tonight, she wasn’t having any of it. And I have discovered : the secret! The secret of dropping that quit weight! The secret : of eternal happiness! (or at least, the secret of pent-up : stuff going out the bloody window). I admit, I was slacking a bit, : I put my work aside and was doing some meandering surfing, no : point to it. And there she was, puppy face eyes, with her favourite : toy, her rope, in her mouth. "PLAY WITH ME!" Well hell, I need : to blow off steam too, right? : : <here Eddie and Diane, this one’s for you > : : ABBA on the stereo, "Waterloo", "Mama Mia", and Rose and me, hopping all : over the house, her with the rope toy betwixt her canine toofers, me : holding the other end, and hoppin’ about to beat the band, leaping : about, laughing, just generally acting a fool and feeling GREAT! : : Swear to God, Sister Rose’s "ABBA" rope method will take those pounds offa : your bod, and even if not, it’ll take a bit of stress offa you. Chee-it : (to quote Father Bobby’s alter-ego, Wheeler), it weren’t aerobic, it were : ANAEROBIC. : : So, if you find this effective, kindly send $29.95 (US funds) : to Sister Rose’s Canine ABBA Aerobics, c/o T. McNiff, : Sacramento, California : : Sister Rose says, "if you’re not a Dancing Queen, Take a : Chance on Me and send an SOS and, should you meet your : Waterloo, Mama Mia, Let The Winner Take it All"! : : Tammy : DOF+ (love me or leave me, make your choice, but believe me, : I love you….) : : (an exorcism may be required. Will THAT bring FatherB : out of retirement???)
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As my theological mentor, Father Bobby, has swept his eclesiastical skirts outta this joint, I would like to suggest that you all take a lesson from Sister Rose. Well, those of you who want to take a little quit-weight offa your bones, anyway. I came home tonight dog-tired. I’ve been coming home this way for awhile. Rosie, my beloved chow/golden retriever mix pooch, ain’t having any of it. She’s a play puppy. I sit here and work on database programming, and she’s got these pleading eyes that say, "come on! Play with me!!" Now I would like to say, given my wonderful temperament these days, "Sure, girlie, let’s go out an toss a ring or 6!" but the reality is that I usually look at her and grunt. Well tonight, she wasn’t having any of it. And I have discovered the secret! The secret of dropping that quit weight! The secret of eternal happiness! (or at least, the secret of pent-up stuff going out the bloody window). I admit, I was slacking a bit, I put my work aside and was doing some meandering surfing, no point to it. And there she was, puppy face eyes, with her favourite toy, her rope, in her mouth. "PLAY WITH ME!" Well hell, I need to blow off steam too, right? <here Eddie and Diane, this one’s for you > ABBA on the stereo, "Waterloo", "Mama Mia", and Rose and me, hopping all over the house, her with the rope toy betwixt her canine toofers, me holding the other end, and hoppin’ about to beat the band, leaping about, laughing, just generally acting a fool and feeling GREAT! Swear to God, Sister Rose’s "ABBA" rope method will take those pounds offa your bod, and even if not, it’ll take a bit of stress offa you. Chee-it (to quote Father Bobby’s alter-ego, Wheeler), it weren’t aerobic, it were ANAEROBIC. So, if you find this effective, kindly send $29.95 (US funds) to Sister Rose’s Canine ABBA Aerobics, c/o T. McNiff, Sacramento, California Sister Rose says, "if you’re not a Dancing Queen, Take a Chance on Me and send an SOS and, should you meet your Waterloo, Mama Mia, Let The Winner Take it All"! Tammy DOF+ (love me or leave me, make your choice, but believe me, I love you….) (an exorcism may be required. Will THAT bring FatherB out of retirement???)
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> ABBA on the stereo
My friend Barry is at the world bridge championship in Paris as I type this. Among the other things he does, he works as an announcer, calling the play-by-play (all right, card-by-card) for the audience. My other friend Tim is heaven knows where, probably at home in London. The three of us regularly compete as a team in various puzzle contests. Barry and Tim once attended a European bridge championship together. As usual, Barry was commentating. Tim got an inspiration. "How many ABBA song titles do you think you can surreptitiously work into your commentary?" she asked him. Tim’s account of the results used to be available on the web, but she’s since taken it down Steve — All your base are belong to us. http://www.angelfire.com/nj2/sjgrant ICQ #37620434 One year, four months, three weeks, three days, 11 hours, 23 minutes and 39 seconds. 15374 cigarettes not smoked, saving $3,267.02. Life saved: 7 weeks, 4 days, 9 hours, 10 minutes.
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Great idea, Tammy!! Just one thing…don’t you think it should be called ABBArobics?? Just a thought from your #1 fan… Lane, OF and then some, f3as3, FOT Smoke-free 1y2m1w3d 3:02 Cigs not smoked: 17,445, Life saved: $3,489.00 Read my Diary of a Quitter: http://www.bluethunder.org/quitterhome.html We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love. – Mother Theresa
: As my theological mentor, Father Bobby, has swept his : eclesiastical skirts outta this joint, I would like to : suggest that you all take a lesson from Sister Rose. Well, : those of you who want to take a little quit-weight offa your : bones, anyway. : : I came home tonight dog-tired. I’ve been coming home this : way for awhile. Rosie, my beloved chow/golden retriever : mix pooch, ain’t having any of it. She’s a play puppy. I sit : here and work on database programming, and she’s got these : pleading eyes that say, "come on! Play with me!!" Now I : would like to say, given my wonderful temperament these days, : "Sure, girlie, let’s go out an toss a ring or 6!" but the reality : is that I usually look at her and grunt. : : Well tonight, she wasn’t having any of it. And I have discovered : the secret! The secret of dropping that quit weight! The secret : of eternal happiness! (or at least, the secret of pent-up : stuff going out the bloody window). I admit, I was slacking a bit, : I put my work aside and was doing some meandering surfing, no : point to it. And there she was, puppy face eyes, with her favourite : toy, her rope, in her mouth. "PLAY WITH ME!" Well hell, I need : to blow off steam too, right? : : <here Eddie and Diane, this one’s for you > : : ABBA on the stereo, "Waterloo", "Mama Mia", and Rose and me, hopping all : over the house, her with the rope toy betwixt her canine toofers, me : holding the other end, and hoppin’ about to beat the band, leaping : about, laughing, just generally acting a fool and feeling GREAT! : : Swear to God, Sister Rose’s "ABBA" rope method will take those pounds offa : your bod, and even if not, it’ll take a bit of stress offa you. Chee-it : (to quote Father Bobby’s alter-ego, Wheeler), it weren’t aerobic, it were : ANAEROBIC. : : So, if you find this effective, kindly send $29.95 (US funds) : to Sister Rose’s Canine ABBA Aerobics, c/o T. McNiff, : Sacramento, California : : Sister Rose says, "if you’re not a Dancing Queen, Take a : Chance on Me and send an SOS and, should you meet your : Waterloo, Mama Mia, Let The Winner Take it All"! : : Tammy : DOF+ (love me or leave me, make your choice, but believe me, : I love you….) : : (an exorcism may be required. Will THAT bring FatherB : out of retirement???)
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Puppies are great therapy I love the mental image you’ve conjured up. Louie is jealous. I can’t speak to your choice of tunes, however, LOL… at least, not in this instance (okay, okay… I know, it’s for FUN!). I do have it on good authority that, when it comes to solo acoustic guitar music, you have impeccable taste Hugz a plenty, Elle – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->As my theological mentor, Father Bobby, has swept his >eclesiastical skirts outta this joint, I would like to >suggest that you all take a lesson from Sister Rose. Well, >those of you who want to take a little quit-weight offa your >bones, anyway. >I came home tonight dog-tired. I’ve been coming home this >way for awhile. Rosie, my beloved chow/golden retriever >mix pooch, ain’t having any of it. She’s a play puppy. I sit >here and work on database programming, and she’s got these >pleading eyes that say, "come on! Play with me!!" Now I >would like to say, given my wonderful temperament these days, >"Sure, girlie, let’s go out an toss a ring or 6!" but the reality >is that I usually look at her and grunt. >Well tonight, she wasn’t having any of it. And I have discovered >the secret! The secret of dropping that quit weight! The secret >of eternal happiness! (or at least, the secret of pent-up >stuff going out the bloody window). I admit, I was slacking a bit, >I put my work aside and was doing some meandering surfing, no >point to it. And there she was, puppy face eyes, with her favourite >toy, her rope, in her mouth. "PLAY WITH ME!" Well hell, I need >to blow off steam too, right? ><here Eddie and Diane, this one’s for you > >ABBA on the stereo, "Waterloo", "Mama Mia", and Rose and me, hopping all >over the house, her with the rope toy betwixt her canine toofers, me >holding the other end, and hoppin’ about to beat the band, leaping >about, laughing, just generally acting a fool and feeling GREAT! >Swear to God, Sister Rose’s "ABBA" rope method will take those pounds offa >your bod, and even if not, it’ll take a bit of stress offa you. Chee-it >(to quote Father Bobby’s alter-ego, Wheeler), it weren’t aerobic, it were >ANAEROBIC. >So, if you find this effective, kindly send $29.95 (US funds) >to Sister Rose’s Canine ABBA Aerobics, c/o T. McNiff, >Sacramento, California >Sister Rose says, "if you’re not a Dancing Queen, Take a >Chance on Me and send an SOS and, should you meet your >Waterloo, Mama Mia, Let The Winner Take it All"! >Tammy >DOF+ (love me or leave me, make your choice, but believe me, > I love you….) >(an exorcism may be required. Will THAT bring FatherB >out of retirement???)
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Just to be clear – EDDIE likes ABBA. I am a normal human being. <eg> Although if Rosie was involved, I might be induced to dance around a bit. A cuddlier, bouncier, happier pup you’ve never met. Diane M. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > As my theological mentor, Father Bobby, has swept his > eclesiastical skirts outta this joint, I would like to > suggest that you all take a lesson from Sister Rose. Well, > those of you who want to take a little quit-weight offa your > bones, anyway. > I came home tonight dog-tired. I’ve been coming home this > way for awhile. Rosie, my beloved chow/golden retriever > mix pooch, ain’t having any of it. She’s a play puppy. I sit > here and work on database programming, and she’s got these > pleading eyes that say, "come on! Play with me!!" Now I > would like to say, given my wonderful temperament these days, > "Sure, girlie, let’s go out an toss a ring or 6!" but the reality > is that I usually look at her and grunt. > Well tonight, she wasn’t having any of it. And I have discovered > the secret! The secret of dropping that quit weight! The secret > of eternal happiness! (or at least, the secret of pent-up > stuff going out the bloody window). I admit, I was slacking a bit, > I put my work aside and was doing some meandering surfing, no > point to it. And there she was, puppy face eyes, with her favourite > toy, her rope, in her mouth. "PLAY WITH ME!" Well hell, I need > to blow off steam too, right? > <here Eddie and Diane, this one’s for you > > ABBA on the stereo, "Waterloo", "Mama Mia", and Rose and me, hopping all > over the house, her with the rope toy betwixt her canine toofers, me > holding the other end, and hoppin’ about to beat the band, leaping > about, laughing, just generally acting a fool and feeling GREAT! > Swear to God, Sister Rose’s "ABBA" rope method will take those pounds offa > your bod, and even if not, it’ll take a bit of stress offa you. Chee-it > (to quote Father Bobby’s alter-ego, Wheeler), it weren’t aerobic, it were > ANAEROBIC. > So, if you find this effective, kindly send $29.95 (US funds) > to Sister Rose’s Canine ABBA Aerobics, c/o T. McNiff, > Sacramento, California > Sister Rose says, "if you’re not a Dancing Queen, Take a > Chance on Me and send an SOS and, should you meet your > Waterloo, Mama Mia, Let The Winner Take it All"! > Tammy > DOF+ (love me or leave me, make your choice, but believe me, > I love you….) > (an exorcism may be required. Will THAT bring FatherB > out of retirement???)
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> Just to be clear – EDDIE likes ABBA. I am a normal human
being. <eg> Uh huh. So you’re saying that it’s normal to love someone who loves ABBA. Gotcha. Eddie …otterly logical…
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