tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109922512024-03-14T06:32:36.680-04:00shamragnot tonight dear, i might have a headache...Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.comBlogger777125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-89472960807927154652012-07-18T18:42:00.000-04:002012-07-18T18:42:00.227-04:00True or false.....According to Boston.com, the wee isle of Nantucket is "a posh island resort".<br />
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Dear readers who frequent the lil' rock o' Nantucket: is this true?<br />
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Or would you say this is false?<br />
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And before you decide, please note that the following movies are set in a "posh island resort":<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0130018/" target="_blank">I Still Know What You Did Last Summer</a><br /><a href="https://ultraviolet.flixster.com/movie/evil-under-the-sun" target="_blank">Evil Under the Sun</a><br /><a href="http://movies.netflix.com/movie/The+Marine+2/70123308?locale=en-US" target="_blank">The Marine 2</a></blockquote>
You see a pattern here? I surely do.Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16673588828273184476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-40569009195285758812012-07-18T14:07:00.003-04:002012-07-18T14:07:21.067-04:00Uh oh the Gods are pissed!There is a wicked storm just passing to the north of the office today.<br />
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This is at 2pm or so today.<br />
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Scary looking. Also with lightning - sheets and bolts.Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16673588828273184476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-24283988030998350722012-07-13T23:24:00.000-04:002012-07-13T23:24:44.303-04:00Oh Bobby K, please don't. Just, don't.Trust me, I think everyone should be doing "it" until they drop dead. People move on in life and that is a good thing.<br />
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However there is something about this:<br />
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That reminds me of that:<br />
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This is just not gonna end well. No, not at all.Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16673588828273184476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-56351344971146352632012-07-07T17:47:00.001-04:002012-07-07T17:47:37.672-04:00I am not the only one who does this, right?I noticed that when I hear gunshots, I count the minutes between shots fired and police sirens the same way I count the seconds between a lightning flash and a thunderclap to see how far away the storm is.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>And yes, I can tell the difference between a firecracker and a gun shot. Firecrackers don't wake me up at 12:40am.</i></span><br />
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<br />Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16673588828273184476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-83296462332779151412012-06-14T11:39:00.001-04:002012-06-14T11:39:14.511-04:00A new entry in the Canon of Truly Useless Crap<a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/fashion/record-breaking-bridal-train-nearly-2-miles-long-165800345.html" target="_blank">A two mile bridal train</a> has got to be the most pointless thing created by man, after the square wheel, of course.<br />
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If you can convince me of the artistic merit or relative social value of a two mile long veil, I will mail you a two dollar bill.<br />
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Why?Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16673588828273184476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-73550185763642576272012-03-16T22:41:00.001-04:002012-03-16T22:41:59.944-04:00Skunk or Weed?There is a section on my street that every so often seriously stinks like skunk. <div>
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Super pungent skunk.</div>
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But since it happens in the same general area, at about the same general time, more than once a week I am beginning to think it might not be a skunk. </div>
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I think someone rolled one of these:</div>
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Doooonnnn't bogaaart that joinnnnnt m'friend....</div>
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Ooh, I need some Cheetos.</div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16673588828273184476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-7212141728493508472011-09-27T22:10:00.000-04:002011-09-27T22:10:17.194-04:00Thanks for nothing Clint!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I went to Loudon on Sunday for the Sprint Cup race. Yep, I love NASCAR.<br />
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In the fantasy league I belong to we get to pick drivers once per season so the trick is to use your drivers wisely. You have to figure who performs best on which track, consider how well they are doing during the season, look at stats... Yah, something like that.<br />
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Personally I have my own secret formula for picking a driver that involves glitter and unicorns and a couple of secret calculations and it worked awesome last year (I placed FIRST yah!!). This year, not so much. NASCAR changed up the points system so that sort of makes it tough to make significant headway. Oh well.<br />
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This weekend I picked Clint Bowyer and he was doing AWESOME until about lap 296 of 300 when he RAN OUT OF GAS.<br />
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WTF<br />
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Dude races cars for a living and doesn't know enough to gas up? Dumbo.<br />
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My almost first place finish evaporated into a 26th place finish. *Le sigh*<br />
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Well, the two chicks play-fighting in the parking lot after the race made up for it when one girl hooked her thumb into the waistband of the other girl's thong and pulled it up.... up.... up and over her head. YOUPAAAH!!!<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(For those who aren't familiar with thongs and anatomy, the best way to describe it is taking a wire cheese slicer to a hunk o cheddar.)</span></i><br />
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The best part is when all the lines got blurred. The boyfriends of the two battlin' babes tried to breaking them up by dumping ice water on them, but there was something smoldering there that ice water wasn't going to put out. To this casual observer it looked more like foreplay than horseplay. What with the giggle and the underpants grabbing...<br />
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Then they starting pulling the shirts off, and for some reason modesty kicked in and they jumped up and drove off.<br />
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So there was that. And it kind of made up for the sh*tty finish.</div>
Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-83562242340670714102011-07-20T13:28:00.000-04:002011-07-20T13:28:10.754-04:00Hmmm. I am not sure THAT is the reaction they were looking for....Check out the "reaction" to Myra Kraft's passing on Boston.com today:<div><br />
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</div><div>I mean, considering how the actress Megan Fox allegedly got fired for comparing director Michael Bay to Hitler, it's kinda rude to post a link to a Megan Fox SexClip in reaction to the passing of a tireless fundraiser who also happened to be of the Jewish faith. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Just goes to show you that people really will say things online that they wouldn't likely say face to face. I mean, I am pretty certain that DenboerMasakoAH wouldn't go to the funeral to sell porn to the Kraft family. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Although when it comes to the nerve of some people, I've been wrong before.</div><div><br />
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Like when I read about the last space shuttle launch. I thought about how small the astronauts are in comparison to space. And what is space? What is our place in it? Where does it end? And if I can't imagine an end to the universe, how small does that make me? Or an ant for that matter. Is the universe imaginary? And really, what is the meaning of time?<br />
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See? It's sh*t like this that typically spirals out of control right at bedtime.<br />
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Well, today's gem comes from this article: <a href="http://www.mnn.com/health/fitness-well-being/stories/whats-in-your-navel-hundreds-and-hundreds-of-types-of-bacteria?hpt=hp_bn11">What's in your navel?</a><br />
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First of all, who isn't curious about what lurks in there. And second of all I am definitely going to be A LOT more diligent about washing it out from now on.<br />
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But then my thoughts spiraled out from there and I wound up comparing belly buttons to va-jay-jays.<br />
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Oh yes I did.<br />
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Let me explain. First of all it occurred to me that most people (<span style="font-size: x-small;">I think most do</span>) use the words "belly button". We say it without thinking - belly button, bellybutton, and it kind of rolls off the tongue without notice.<br />
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However when you stop to think about it, it's a ridiculous description. A belly........ button? I would understand it more if everyone had an "<a href="http://ask.yahoo.com/20021029.html">outie</a>" but this is not the case and in any case navels don't resemble buttons.<br />
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This is a button: <br />
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This is a navel:<br />
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And this is what I am talking about:<br />
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If you push the hole left behind by the umbilical cord like a button, it feels weird. Try it and see. Push it like an elevator button. Now smell your finger. That stink means bacteria. <br />
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Back to the belly button. Since most people say belly button instead of navel, I thought what other euphemisms for body parts are commonly used? Ears, hair, head, face, lips, eyes, chin, legs, arms, elbows, hands, fingers... we say without hesitation. But then we say belly button instead of navel, vajayjay for vagina, and peeper for penis.<br />
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So what I want to know is when the navel got lumped with vagina and penis?<br />
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Thoughts?Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-59649593548757791702011-07-06T18:43:00.000-04:002011-07-06T18:43:44.948-04:00Boooom goes the sidewalk....Walked past an unseen fire that sent noxious smoke billowing out through a sidewalk grate today. A big cloud of smoke would billow out from a grate in the sidewalk after something Down There made a big BOOM.<br />
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This is why I hate walking over those sidewalk grates. You just never know when <a href="http://www.losttvfans.com/page/The+Smoke+%22Monster%22">the smoke monster</a> will start farting.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then another BOOM and more smoke</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then another lull before the next BOOM</td></tr>
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Ok so not as thrilling as <a href="http://shamrag.blogspot.com/2011/07/remember-that-plant-from-other-day.html">a triffid with an erection</a>, but those BOOMS were pretty scary sounding.<br />
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And how was YOUR commute?Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-82192150298495870832011-07-05T11:12:00.000-04:002011-07-05T11:12:28.241-04:00Remember that plant from the other day......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://shamrag.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-of-triffids.html">This one here. </a><br />
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I was subsequently informed that it was a mullein plant, aka a "toilet paper planet" on account of its Charmin-like leaves.<br />
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But I still think it's a triffid.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Someone took the time to try and break it. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">But it, uh, managed to stay <i>erect</i>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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And also, I have another word for this plant, and it's not "toilet paper plant".... </div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-12702964754332638252011-06-24T18:35:00.000-04:002011-06-24T18:35:42.528-04:00Nevermind Whitey, I wanna know where the Vermeer is...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am convinced that with the arrest of James "Whitey" Bulger, there are several shady art collectors collectively crapping themselves right now.<br />
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In case you don't recall, back in 1990 the <a href="http://www.gardnermuseum.org/resources/theft">Isabella Stewart Gardner museum was burgled</a> and several valuable paintings were stolen, a Vermeer among them.<br />
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The New York Times had this quote from a neighbor:<br />
<blockquote> "<span data-jsid="text">Janus Goodwin, 61, said she visited them in the apartment. “When I would be invited in, he would always be lying on the sofa, watching TV,” she said. “He was very proud of his little art pieces, which were cheap knockoffs of Monet and Van Gogh.”</span></blockquote><span data-jsid="text"> Hmph. Maybe they <i>weren't</i> knockoffs after all.... My guess is he's been selling them off on an as needed basis. </span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">Can't wait to see how this all shakes out. </span></div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-11972240701253744862011-06-24T10:36:00.000-04:002011-06-24T10:36:55.791-04:00Birds of a rusty metal feather flock to....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">the nearest street corner and smoke together because they are bok-bok-badass!<br />
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This is the chicken that I threatened to buy for the Evil twin and the BiL back in March:<br />
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But the Evil Twin kiboshed that idea faster than immediately.<br />
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See the thing is in our family we tend to buy sh*t we think is cool, but for other people, because typically it's stuff we don't actually want in our own home.<br />
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Anyway, I get an email from a friend with this link to check out: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://thebloggess.com/2011/06/and-thats-why-you-should-learn-to-pick-your-battles/">http://theblogg<wbr></wbr>ess.com/2011/06<wbr></wbr>/and-thats-why-<wbr></wbr>you-should-lear<wbr></wbr>n-to-pick-your-<wbr></wbr>battles/</a></span><br />
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I read it and nearly pissed my pants because it is hysterically funny. And then I thought, damn, that chicken gets AROUND!<br />
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I predict that Big Rusty Chicken becomes the next hipster cool shiz, like PBR, belt buckles, and trucker caps.</div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-34180955471578301782011-06-22T15:24:00.001-04:002011-06-22T15:27:42.756-04:00Open air drug market? Didn't see that one coming.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am incredulous that none of the first 9 comments made reference to the location.<br />
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</div><div>Usually apoplectic South Enders erupt in a frenzy of NIMBY-ism at the mere thought of lumping WeMa/EaMel* in with the SE. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I mean, an open air <i>drug</i> market does not carry the same sort of cachet as an open air <i>arty-farty</i> mart.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Although, as a peripheral resident of this particular area, I am appreciative of the efforts made by the BPD, the DA's Office, and the people who live in the Lenox buildings to put a damper on the drug trade. It might not solve the problem, but it is infinitely better than indifference.</div><div><br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*And by WeMa/EaMel I mean: West of Mass Ave/East of Melnea Cass, aka, Lower Roxbury, aka South End, aka F*ck You It's Roxbury, aka, My Realtor SWORE This Was the South End, aka, Get the F*ck Out Yuppie Scum, aka, Fine You Can Have This Crack Riddled Dump A**hole....</i></span></div><div><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">That is some mighty plant growing out of a crack in the sidewalk. Anyone know what it is? Because I am thinking triffid.</div></div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-19195223622959927882011-05-31T13:25:00.001-04:002011-05-31T13:28:18.330-04:00Headline fail.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.boston.com/"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFyHTzxHY5CU4XCufo7Jzv5byz8Hh-Fg82pP07vIBIfKXJvk7DVot90TGJr82CIOzIur3a71XtrwxfHQaaTabcmFIOWHfPCu-Zgn9jmcg6M99NcUI2Ci1Y7lv-jGO_e0Iih3tAA/s400/Bostoncom+053111.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Actually it's attend<b><u>a</u></b>nt.<br />
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However, at the end of the day I can't say sh*t because I always spell "independent" as "independ<b><u>a</u></b>nt", although it's not so egregious an error when you aren't the headline writer at Boston.com.<br />
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A 40 and no helmet.<br />
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Yes, I checked for both.<br />
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**Correction**<br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I generically call anything larger than 12oz a "forty". So to be very specific this is a 24oz can of Steel Reserve. Union made, for those who care. </span></i></div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-38488489605283053862011-05-08T11:22:00.000-04:002011-05-08T11:22:30.566-04:00The $62,000 handbag. Seriously.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The $62,000 Hermes handbag, which is pre-owned but <i>never carried</i>, begs the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_$64,000_Question">$64,000 question</a>: who on EARTH would spend that much on a pre-owned,but <i>never carried</i>, handbag?<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">See, I am not even kidding. $62k for a second handbag. I guess not every area of the economy is entirely recessed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Thank you Apple, for supplying a way to not only track terrorists, but to then assist foiling sleeper cell activation!</i></span></div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-74692161986827352062011-05-03T12:48:00.000-04:002011-05-03T12:48:25.288-04:00Has this ever happened to you?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So a couple of years back, like 3 or maybe 5, I woke up one day and found I could no longer stand both guacamole and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Doors">The Doors</a>, oh, and also <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rolling_Stones">the Rolling Stones</a>.<br />
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F*cking weird.<br />
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I still can't eat guacamole unless it is really, REALLY good and fresh. I absolutely cannot eat an avocado plain without dry heaving a little. And if I hear any song by The Doors, it's like nails on a chalkboard. Just thinking about it now gives me the shudders. SO weird, especially considering that I never felt terribly strongly about them either way.<br />
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But interestingly I woke up the other day and liked the Rolling Stones again. Well, not everything by them, just a few select songs. Mostly the songs where Mick Jagger is clearly on drugs. Which yeah, is probably all of them...<br />
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It's the crazy sounding songs that I need in the morning these days.<br />
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Take "Monkey Man" for example, which opens with soft guitar and tinkling piano and the following lyrics: "I'm a fleabit peanut monkey / All my friends are junkies / That's not really true / I'm a cold Italian pizza / I could use a lemon squeezer ..... " before ending with Jagger scream-singing the word "m-m-m-on-kayyyyyy" over and over.<br />
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WTF?! But awesome. No one uses words like "fleabit peanut monkey" any more. I bet you all those words are code words for <i>drugs</i>... hmmm...<br />
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The other song that is awesome for waking up kicking and punching is "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" - the opening riff makes me want to do Steven Tyler-style high kicks. I am genuinely concerned that one day I will in fact high kick in public when that song plays on my mp3 player.<br />
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From <u>Let It Bleed</u>:<br />
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And from <u>Sticky Fingers</u>:<br />
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Yeah, music totally massages my cerebral cortex. </div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-3890650182704039622011-04-03T11:57:00.000-04:002011-04-03T11:57:26.637-04:00How do YOU end a conversation?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Are you ever on a telephone conversation with someone and they end it with "ok, well I have to let you go."<br />
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That seriously is irritating. I feel like somehow I am getting fired from the conversation or something. The idea of being "let go" is never a positive one, and even worse when someone basically gives you permission to let your own self go. <br />
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If you want off the conversation, put it on yourself. <br />
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Also, don't end emails with "Best". It's insincere. Everyone knows you don't really mean it and if in fact you actually DO care, there are much better ways to sign off.<br />
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Wow, I am getting cranky and picky in my old age. Ok, well thanks for reading, but I am going to have to let you go now.<br />
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Best!</div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-31359748837813032012011-04-01T12:10:00.000-04:002011-04-01T12:10:59.403-04:00Not quite a Volvo....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This morning I got to drive one of these:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.analogstereo.com/images/om/jaguar_s-type.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="http://www.analogstereo.com/images/om/jaguar_s-type.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I don't get it about cars - four wheels, goes forward, yah yah yah.<br />
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But now I get it about THIS car. It handled beautifully. And now me wanty.<br />
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Fortunately my good friend and neighbor owns it and says I can borrow it whenever. Oh why yes, yes I am pretty sure I will.</div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-20593905994573642352011-03-31T19:07:00.000-04:002011-03-31T19:07:00.344-04:00I think there is another, simpler, word for this.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">One reason, among several, why I no longer possess the will to continue the "whole online dating thing" is polyamory.<br />
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Poly-huh-wha? you are probably thinking. Yeah, you don't want to know. Oh, well, maybe you do. I wish I didn't.<br />
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According to the fount of all knowledge online*, Wikipedia, polyamory is:<br />
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<blockquote><i>the practice, desire, or acceptance of having more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved. Polyamory, often abbreviated to poly, is sometimes described as consensual, ethical, or responsible non-monogamy.</i> </blockquote>Right.<br />
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However most people (men, in my case), aren't always upfront about this aspect of their life. Which is totally annoying.<br />
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There is nothing weirder in my life than meeting a guy out for a drink who then asks me if I am interested in meeting his wife because they are looking to bring a third person into their relationship.<br />
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No thank you. <br />
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Because you know what:<br />
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A) That sounds a little Big Love-ish to me. And yeah, I know there is a difference between polyamory and polygamy, but when the couple in question is already married.... it gets confusing.<br />
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B) No part of my dating profile indicated that I was open to it. In fact I pretty much stated that I am monogamous, completely & all the time. I am half Old World French which means that it is a given that should I stab you in a jealous rage over another woman, it's nothing more than a crime of passion and really, those cannot be helped sometimes. Eh, tant pis.<br />
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C) It has never not sounded creepy to me when a guy tells me what his wife/partner is looking for, from me. Well, how about you re-read B.<br />
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Let me just say one thing here: I don't care who and how many people you are in a non-monogamous intimate relationship with, it just isn't happening with me. But if that is your thing, good luck.<br />
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Also I think that most poly folk are not looking online for another partner, it's just that the internet has sort of morphed into this weird online candy store of relationships. Maybe it was always like that. But stuff that normally people wouldn't do in real life, they will try out online. That would explain avatars I guess.<br />
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So I am giving the online thing a rest. I am done with Mr. Goodbar looking for Almond Joy. My and my, uh, Peanut Butter Cups are going to give it a try out in the non-online world.<br />
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Wish me luck.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Oh and if all the poly, married, engaged, involved, etc, folk could somehow mark themselves with a big X for my reference, that would be GREAT. Thanks!**</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">*Sarcasm</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">**Also sarcasm</span><br />
</div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-37839844325715186622011-03-30T18:17:00.001-04:002011-03-30T18:17:00.718-04:00Brushing my teeth & thinking...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This morning my thought process jumped on the Facebook-Reunion-Sex-Childbirth train.<br />
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I realize that this will immediately get some people thinking that I've got a big "Whoopsie! :)" revelation coming, but I don't.<br />
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Let me explain.<br />
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I was invited (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sort of</span>) via Facebook to a reunion.<br />
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Which got me thinking about reunions and how there is much about those years I would like to forget.<br />
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But also how I sort of half imagine what a good reunion would be like: it would be awesome and we'd all magically be 20 years younger (looking at least, please!).<br />
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Which got me thinking that imagining things being magically better is a bit like anticipating having sex with someone for the first time (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>yours, theirs, as a couple, whatever</i></span>), how it never is as awesome as you imagine it will be that first go around.<br />
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<i>Still confused? Yeah me too. Morning was a long time ago. Where was I going with this....</i><br />
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I guess it's just that most people imagine that things were better than they really were, even if the reality is: school sucked, sex is ALWAYS awkward the first time with a new partner, and from what I've heard, childbirth is f*cking painful.<br />
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I suppose that the point I was brushing my teeth toward is that memory glosses sh*t over, or forgets it entirely, out of necessity. It has to so that people will continue to enroll their kids in school, so that you have sex with a person until you figure it out how to make it awesome, and so once the baby pops out your brain washes itself clean with a tidal wave of endorphins (or something) so you forget you just pushed a watermelon through your nostril and consequently do it again.<br />
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And then it occurred to me that the best thing about being an adult (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">aside from eating Lucky Charms anytime I please</span>) is that I don't care anymore about the people who were a**holes to me in school, even better I don't have to go to a reunion where my childish insecurities could show up like a poop in a punch bowl, and not only are the worst years behind me, but my grown-up life is pretty terrific because it is my own.<br />
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That, and I am now free to tell people to f*ck the f*ck off if I want and no one can call my folks and get me trouble. Yes!<br />
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Being an adult ROCKS! Although I am still not convinced that that was my original point this morning....</div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10992251.post-66940431112087657402011-03-29T17:53:00.000-04:002011-03-29T17:53:50.394-04:00Should have held on a little longer.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">You know how Yankees are, keeping everything just in case - bits of string, squares of flattened foil, bread bags....<br />
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Well, these folks should have kept this.... :<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taken on March 11, 2011 - 64 days after Epiphany</td></tr>
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.... in case they need to shovel out a space after this:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.weather.com/maps/maptype/weeklyplannerusnational/usnationalweatherthursday_large.html">Click Here for the full story</a><br />
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</tbody></table>All I can say is that I for one would fricking LOVE a snow day.<br />
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And then immediately after that Spring. A hot and lovely spring!</div>Annabelle B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00038842795987409191noreply@blogger.com0