West Virginia, Storms, Mom

[geminigirl]

Spent two days in West Virginia on a department retreat. I came back certain that it was time to move on. I've never come back from a staff retreat feeling so negative...even if the skills were valuable. The usual amusements happened. We played "Fruit Salad" as a warm up today. If you've never played the game, here's what happens: Set up a space with chairs numbering one fewer than the total number of people in the group. The person not in a chair is it. That person calls out "Anyone who has (fill in with something of your choice)" and anyone who has done/has/whatever has to get up and move. The person left standing becomes "it" and repeat the process. My co-workers, being, well...who they are, came up with things like "Anyone who has had sex in public" and "Anyone who has smoked marijuana" and "Anyone who is gay or bi." I threw in one about lied to get out of a date and marched in a protest or rally. We also did an activity called "Well Oiled Machine"-where a group has to pantomime working together as a machine, with each person responsible for one sound and one motion. What does it say about my co-workers that two out of three groups decided on "vibrator" as their machine? The other amusing activity we did was called "What are You Doing?" This one was probably the most fun of all. One person starts, and pantomimes an activity. The person next to them asks "Hey (name)-what are you doing?" The pantomimer responds by saying "I'm doing (some activity that isn't actually what they're pantomiming.) So we had people say things like "masturbating" and "having sex" and "kissing your ass" and "visiting the proctologist." It was incredibly funny.

Oh, and the actual serious parts of the retreat were stuff like listening and communication skills. I think, considering the number of people leaving in the near future, more time needed to be spend on transitions and termination. I had actually specifically asked for that in the planning of the retreat too. Ah well.

Severe storms tonight, funnel clouds, lightning, and all kinds of things. Beta hid under the couch. My power flickered. Incredible storms.

Mom will not drive me nuts. She won't. But apparently I'm supposed to figure out who made the roasting pans that she got 30+ years ago when she got married, so I can put them on the registry. Now...they are wonderful pans. Despite frequent use, they still look nearly new. But I'm not sure how in the world I'd figure out who made them, especially not from here.

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[margoeve.livejournal.com]

Corning-ware? (sp?)

I remember my cousin's bridal shower. She got like 3 of the same corning-ware dishes. Aparently someone forgot to tell people that she doesn't cook.

[geminigirl]

Nah, the ones she's talking about are big, stainless steel roasting pans. They're gorgeous.

(I do need to register for pyrex though.)

So it's like musical chairs x'ed w. I never

[maxdwolf.livejournal.com]

But why is it called fruit salad?

They had hail a few miles north of us.

Re: So it's like musical chairs x'ed w. I never

[geminigirl]

Because if you can't think of anything to say, you can call "fruit salad" and everyone has to move.

I was wondering where the hail line was; it looked awfully close to my house, but there wasn't any hail damage.

[lovingboth]

'Fruit Salad' (without the FS rule) was introduced to the UK bi scene as 'The Truth Game' in 1991.

It's now more widely known as 'Musical Perversions'...

[geminigirl]

You should try the "what are you doing" game that we played. I'm sure a group of rowdy, randy bisexuals could really get going with that one.