Comments on: The Babe-O-Matics

By: luis

luis — Sun, 27 Jul 2014 05:04:22 +0000

sight@soprano.satiate” rel=”nofollow”>.…

thanks!…

By: tartare

tartare — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 01:29:02 +0000

No violayshoowne whatsoever, PC. I’m very excited about your blog. Can’t wait to check it out. My carnivorous and generous nature compelled me to hand peevishmama my nickname. Of course it isn’t obvious to those who knew me before I discovered my love of raw beef mixed with raw eggs. Any number of monikers could have emerged, so I thought I best take charge. Thank you peevishmama for graciously accepting my suggestion.

I love revisiting this blog entry and I’m so glad you all keep checking in and adding more to it.

By: Dolly

Dolly — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:50:57 +0000

Indeed. The fact that she somehow fooled you into thinking she wasn’t shady takes the shadiness to a whole new level.

And unlike the bogart-er, hogging the blog is not a violation (another favorite babo word). It is, in fact, encouraged, especially when it is of the complimentary nature.

Now I’m going to check out the PC selections! This is too good to be true…

By: peevish mama

peevish mama — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:35:28 +0000

Oh she’s shady, alright.

By: PC

PC — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 20:58:16 +0000

Hi Tartare! I have, like the kid who bogarts the pipe, probably hogged up my allotment for comments on this lovely blog but wanted to say hi to you and thanks for your kind words. I had to, of course, do some sleuthing to figure out who is Dolly and who is Tartare…process of elimination. Shady was the only nickname of the Babe-Os that I knew back then, and it always struck me as funny. Attaching a nickname that connotes illicit behavior or general unsavoriness to someone who was clearly not. It’s like when fat guys are called “Slim”.

Anyway, before an RA raps on the door and ruins our Carmelita reverie, I will point up to the corner where PeevishMama has graciously added me to her blog roll. It’s the Monkey/Fox one, and it is all music to download and listen to. The very first post of the blog explains it all, but in lieu of fiddling with the stereo, this will hopefully fuel a soundtrack to some of the Babe-Os and their fans

By: tartare

tartare — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 18:53:44 +0000

Ooo la la – this blog could die and go to heaven with this post and so could I with the love of the Babe-O’s swirling inside me. C’est si bon. What raucous fun we have. And PC – HELLO to you. Thanks for the compliments to the group. I can imagine your beautiful thick hair and wrinkle-free face keep you looking yoowuwooithful. I’d love a night with Babe-O’s mingling with PC with a PC mixed tape as the soundtrack. A CD would be alright also.

By: Dolly

Dolly — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 14:56:53 +0000

PC — what a memory you have! Indeed, the secret (or not so secret) language of the babomatics was a derivative of my dear great aunt Myldred’s special way of talking. You’ll be tickled to know that she was so special that I named my first born after her. My very own Mimi is in fact “Myldred” on her birth certificate and she relishes (pronounced rel-lay-osh) in knowing that she has a namesake who was a beautiful, talented ballerina who instructed many a professional dancer from the midwest in her very own Myldred Lyons Dance Studion in Kansas City, MO. We should all be feel so special!

Regarding the Lou trips — if you have occasion to come again, perhaps we can work on that wrinkle cream…

By: PC

PC — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 23:29:29 +0000

Haha..I forgot the Babe-O-Matics had not only a special pronunciation for my rather generic Catholic school name, but they had a whole language unto themselves!

If I recall it was a bit like Pig Latin, blended with a curious inflection that I believe was inspired by an aunt or grandmother of Heather’s.

And nicknames were a big part of the Babe-O-Matic language…for example, the odd and enthusiastic young man named Skip who was once unfortunately spotted in a mesh shirt was forever known by the Babe-O’s as “MAYOOOSH”

Heather, in the past couple years I spent some time in the Lou for holidays at a girlfriend’s parents house and regret that I didn’t have your info to come say hi.

Perhaps Peevish Mama’s blog is a virtual Carmelita for all of us to plop down on at times…

By: Dolly

Dolly — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 20:56:37 +0000

PAT-RAY-OH-IK? Is that really you? You always knew how to make the ladies feel good. Fountain of youth? Age-defying mushrooms? I love it. Somewhere there is a wrinkle cream to be made… Hmmm. Peevish Mama, I feel a psychadelic pow-wow coming on. Oh where is Carmelita when we need her?

By: Peevish Mama

Peevish Mama — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 19:02:13 +0000

Oh Dolly, well put sistah! If my old pals are finding a spot to remember, to think about each other, to hang out, even if it’s just cyberifically at this point, it makes this silly little blog of mine more than worth it. I see you saw dear Flan. Not sure if you realized, but PC is none other than Patriooouuwck Clark! Oh, if only we knew then what we know now, we would have relished every second, locked the front door of Saint Peters Street and kept everyone trapped inside with nothing more than a keg, Big Blue, Homer Domer Foodeater and the number for Dominos. But I suppose the cluelessness, the devil may care, rip it up spirit was what made it so freaking fun. So light and lightening quick. I am beyond honored to have all you smart, literary peeps from my youth tuning in – even all you loomers who don’t comment . . . I see you Fox, Duddy, Halloween Dave, Shady . . . That’s ok, as long as you come to visit from time to time, I’m a happy happy girl. XO