I refer to my knowledge as learned from the "online message board".

I think I shocked poor Sox's mom when she asked me how I knew her daughter and I replied that I met her online. It was kind of fun. My mom makes her own friends from the internet, and my dad picks up people on planes and brings them home for dinner, so they are not bemused by references to the board. Facebook, on the other hand...

My Mom knows about the Buffistas, I've told her about all about y'all and showed her pictures (especially of the cutie head Buffista sprog). When I went to the first F2F it wasn't weird because I'd actually gone to meet some people online in DC before. That online community fell apart (partly because the forum owner got pissy and flounced off with the website).

When TT was not going to be an option was I really worried that things would fall apart but luckily there were plans and we've grown.

Also that other online forum looked a lot like the way TT and now b.org does so I had a really hard time getting used to other formats. So I was really glad we stuck with this.

I've invited buffistas to my parents' for Xmas morning! Kat and lori had xmas dinner with us.

I can always claim I met Sox at Sparky's wedding! Which is also where I met Sparky.

Buffistas hung out with my mom and stepdad in a whole other state, while I was back home in Ohio! My mom and stepdad were in Vermont on vacation, and megan walker and Trudy were also in Vermont, and they all planned to meet up at my brother's restaurant (Trudy had met my mom when she previously visited Cincinnati, so it wasn't a totally out-of-the-blue thing).

Because it's the Buffistas, I knew it wouldn't be long before someone mentioned the other way.

And risk pregnancy ?

Whoo!! Look at the size of Vortex's Oxford comma!

almost as big as my busoms.

Buffistas hung out with my mom and stepdad in a whole other state, while I was back home in Ohio! My mom and stepdad were in Vermont on vacation, and megan walker and Trudy were also in Vermont, and they all planned to meet up at my brother's restaurant (Trudy had met my mom when she previously visited Cincinnati, so it wasn't a totally out-of-the-blue thing).

All part of my elaborate white slavery axe murder plan. Just FYI.

Well, I didn't know I was dyslexic until really late.

Skipping a couple dozen to claim Seska as my sistah! When I was a kid, there was a different technical term for it...'stupid.'

No joke, it wasn't until Cher started talking about dyslexia that anybody put 2 and 3 together to look into what caused my slow reading, mixing up letters, leaving out portions of sentences, etc.

One college professor, bless him, used to drop my bluebooks, ungraded, on my desk with a time when I was required to verbally tell him what I knew.

Most other instructors just shook their heads and tsked, "How can someone so smart be so..."

In a way, I'm glad. I'm not sure I would have taken to the accommodations my faux son uses now. Plus, I work really hard to figure things out.

Did you say " axe murder " makes notes . ((( hugs ))) Askye's shoulder .