tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51271162011-04-21T13:44:04.119-04:00Getting Down with my Bad SelfI am a motorboat momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039232328153440639noreply@blogger.comBlogger1601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127116.post-46627914786146338522007-07-29T18:30:00.000-04:002007-07-29T20:08:33.941-04:00

So, we did something we've never tried to do before. And quite honestly, we expected our little experiment to end after about 3 weeks. However, now, it has literally taken over our front yard, and front walk. We planted four little tiny tomato seedling plants in May? June? Two were grape varieties, and two were cherry varieties. I just thought that we might have one plant that might make it, and

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Summer started for me about....3 weeks ago. Since then:We have had our basement dug upWe have had our new kitchen installedWe have been to Lisbon, Cascais, Belem and Sintra with old friends (best friends)--Portugal is my new favorite place in the world. Breezy and fine...I could sit in cafe's all day there. Remind me to go back when I can actually walk up the hills without a butt assist from my

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I only know of one person who reads this thing...so mostly, this is for her.I am pregnant. I think most people know that.However, what they may not know, or wish to know, is all kinds of weird side effects that I have been experiencing. I am sure i am not the only woman to ever have these side effects, but since it's happening to me, I feel like it is weird and unique. As all people naturally

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Here I am, on spring break, and I should be happy as a clam. However, I am a bit under the weather. Not sick, per se, but just coming down with a healthy dose of reality about our finances. And the weather is smashing, thanks for asking. I'm just not feeling quite as sunny.We owe some money (not that much, mind you) to the credit card boss man. Couple that with a trip we are supposed to take and

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This weekend I acheived the most amazing thing.....I got my mom to dump her "mom jeans". You know, those baggy, elastic-waisted nightmares where the crotch hangs halfway down to the knees....you know, those.We got her some nice, new, spanky jeans. They have a bootcut bottom, they highlight her skinny legs. They actually fit her. She looks tall and thin...it was a struggle, but I feel like I made

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I think I will stop listening to the radio. It stresses me out. I can' t focus when all I can hear about is what the government is going to do next, how we are going to get out of this mess in Iraq, what will happen to all the people who live there, what's new with the stock market (it's starting to tank), what's happening in Israel and Palestine, the federal deficit, inflation, this list is

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1. I like penguins. No, I REALLY like penguins. They are cute,beaky, and obviously communicate like people. and they are fuzzy when they are small. I am a sucker.2. I like to fall asleep during bad monster movies on tv. Actually, I like to fall asleep in front of the tv. period.3. Once, when I was a kid, I told people I had a lobotomy. Because my parents told me I had one.4. don't feel so bad

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well....my loyal public (okay, one person...K this is for you!) has been wondering what the hay we are up to this summer.Things have been crazy!We had our basement flood in early June. Bad bad bad. We lost our water heater, carpet, some drywall and ALL our furniture. And lots of stuff in boxes, and our vacuum cleaner. I was home when it happened, so I was able to save some important stuff...ie,

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oh. And I did our taxes.Don't you jealous people want to be me?

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I am pissed at the fashion world right now. Really pissed. I lose weight, and want to buy all things spring (bright, cheery...you know, greens pinks blues....COLOR after a dreary winter) yet am told at every shop window that BROWN & white is in for spring. Brown & white? I have brown & white and wear it everyday. My hair, my skin and my eyes. I don't really need any more, thank you. Jerks.

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went snowboarding on sunday. Whoo boy. I can see how it would be fun, provided you can stand up. It was the standing up I was having problems with. I backsided it all the way down the mountain. after about 2 hours or so, I was finished...so sore. Today, I ambled around...my wrists, legs, back, shoulders and booty....ouch!oh well. it was fun, and now I can say I went snowboarding! Does that

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I have lost 6 pounds! I am pretty sure most of it has come off my ass. But that isn't a bad thing. I'd just like my waist to catch up....

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We are having all of J's family over at our teeny weeny house for the holidays.I'ts so small (how small is it?!) that:We had to move furniture out of the living room just to make room for the skinny-ass charlie brown christmas tree that we have.We can't fit all the presents in the little corner under the tree, (and there really aren't that many of them!) so they are spilling onto the nearby

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Thanksgiving was nice, but uneventful. I mean, fun, but of course I was sick so I couldn't really enjoy it, and couldn't be kissed by the grandparents. They hate that.Much work in between. Lots and Lots. But upcoming break and trip to NY should cure what ails me. I just love wandering the city. Any time of year. Summer is better than winter, but I will take what I can get.I don't have presents

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Hello there, from homownershipland.Well, today, as we hosted our sister and soon to be brother-in-law, we noticed leaking from below the lovely, smelly kitchen sink.Low and behold, further inspection (and rapid chunking of all soggy items stored under the sink) revealed a HOLE in the garbaged disposal. Not a connection leak, not a burst seal or valve leak, but a HOLE in the garbage disposal. Ew.

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Okay folks! I knew you couldn't wait for this post. Took us a while to get our ole friend "the internet" up and running, but here we are in our own house! Here are the top ten most disgusting discoveries since moving in:10. Goo inside and outside the kitchen cabinets that make opening them a very sticky endeavor. You would think that would have bothered someone before us?9. Completely blackend

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I'm sorry for my suckiness in updating. I have just started back to school, and I am sure none of you can feel sorry for me, especially after I waved my summer vacation in all of your faces like a red flag is waved in front of "de Booll".Oh, and right between getting ready for school and actual classes, we drove my sista to her new job in Louisville KY. It was a rocking trip, actually. Quite fun.

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Well, we are supposed to close Friday. Or, since there was a mix up, Thursday. Or we might have to go back to our original date, and close Monday. But any way this shakes out, in about a week or so--we are going to owe more money than we have ever seen for the rest of our lives. I don't see much of any way around it.I am excited about the house, and have talked ad-naseum about ways to improve,

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That's right....you read correctly....We bought a house! Technically, I guess we haven't actually BOUGHT it yet, we just have a signed contract. But, if the inspections and piles of financing paperwork appease the gods of both Fannie and Mae...we will have bought it! Hooray hooray!Yes, this means yet ANOTHER move....but at least we will be staying put for several years afterwards.We will publish

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see Wedding Crashers?Do you know that scene, where at the dinner table, this very proper (and seemingly normal & loving) family starts behaving slighly horrifically and they sort of turn on each other like hungry wildebeests? Yeah, that was sort of my weekend. Grandmother was complaining to Middle Sister that she doesn't call enough, and that she has to do better. Uncle was heckling his teen son

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comp'ny. loads o' comp'ny this weekend. Twas fun.it was fun to have people not normally in my house, in my house. But do you ever notice that having company prevents you from really living your life like normal? Like, you don't call your mother and you forget to take your medicines and you can't seem to remember to water your flowers or pay your bills...like somehow if you did these things, you

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**hot poop everyone!Since I seem to be eminently unemployable this summer (turned down by Ann Taylor Loft, Randstad temp agency, my old job at M&M, and A dog walking company), I have taken up the last ditch effort at gainful emply to become a housewife, however temporarily. I do laundry, I bake (complete with apron), I cook all meals, I vaccuum, I grocery shop, I do errands, I clean....I am

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Well, we are back. And for all you folks keeping track at home, that is 2 more countries I can scratch off my list. (technically it was three countries, but because I had been to Italy before, I can't count that in my totals. Just wanted you to know that I was being honest.)The trip was amazing. I always find I have trouble getting back into normal life after a big trip like this...because the

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About to embark on this summer's great adventure....We leave tomorrow from here, to NYC, then to Munich, then on to Sarajevo, then to Dubrovnik, then to Rome.It is tiring trying to remember if you picked up all medications, have enough small bottles for the toiletries, have taken enough money...where are the passports, did I bring enough underwear....etc etc etc. This list is endless. But I am so

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I am writing this post from the road, as I am in NYC this week.This class is interesting, although I do feel a bit out of place. My favorite thing to do in NY is walk the streets. (No, my dirty-minded constituency, NOT like that!)I just like walking around seeing what is there. There is so much to see.I walked down to ground zero today, as it is very close to my class, and I was surprised to see

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I am off...to a great adventure in NYC tomorrow. I have so many people who want my time, I can't even satisfy them all...poor me!I do have to say, after a week without the husbandy--it sure is lonely here without him around.And I have decided that one of the nicest things about being married is the ability to give your all. Give 100%. Or at least 90%.I like to give my all, and I always have. But

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well, I have one more week.But I have so much to do, I can't even see straight. And, I am having the whole...it's-so-close-to summer,- I-don-wanna-disease. Husband is off gallavanting for work and the poor loved starved O-saur is sitting on the keyboard, so I will have to try this another time.....

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Well, once again today I was dismayed by the total inability of the people I work with/for to act like normal, logical humans.I am not happy at this place. I know that. I just want to be able to deal. I keep feeling like I am being dumped on--which doesn't make me feel good. Doesn't make me be myself. doesn't make me want to be friendly to people, or be nice to them. I am really not social at

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tha sista was in town this weekend. well, to be fair, ONE of the sistas was in town this weekend, and we all went to see 'Sith part III at the UPTOWN. for those of you who don't know, the UPTOWN theatre is an antique theatre in the heart of the city with a huge, wrap-around, 3 stories high screen. The seats actually rumbled in the first few moments of the movie.I have to take a moment to gush.

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So,Vegas was great!I really enjoyed it. Even thought about moving there...surely all the expensive entertainment needs someone to run it/clean it/move it....I can do that. I can also teach. Teach Teach Teach. But there is something unnerving about moving to a place that technically is the desert. I mean, they have serious water management problems out there...especially now with the population

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Well, not like anyone checks this much anymore, but I apologize to the internet gods for not keeping my end of the bargain. But, to be fair, if this site worked more regularly, there would be more posts.Still in the throws of figuring out what I want to be when I grow up.I tossed around the idea of law school. But I don't know if I could get into anywhere around here, and I am not sure we are

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Well, for the first time since moving back east, I was able to attend a Passover Seder with my family.It went like this:The Haggadahs (or "books you read from for hours on end before you get to eat") proudly sported the "Maxwell House Coffee" brand Logo. Apparently, even Passover has corporate sponsorship. WTF?My uncle, who performed the arduous task of The Leader, stared out with "Let's read

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I might have found a job opening, and I think I am going to apply for it.I just am so unhappy at my current work. It's such a poisonous atmosphere. really demoralizing. Everyone demands all this stuff from you, leaves you out of decisions and forgets to tell you information, and you get no back up when it comes to things like cleaning up the theatre and stuff. The nuts and bolts of the equation.

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I managed to be at home for over a week and had nothing to show for it. Nothing.Well, my taxes are done, but I don't really count that as an act of heroism. At least, not yet-anyways.I didn't read any fabulous manifestoes.I didn't construct any amazing manuscripts.I produced not one work of art.I barely posted on this here blog.I didn't clean and organize a closet like they tell you to in those

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I had a dream last night.I was at my dad's old house in Houston. We had gone down for a visit. When we got there, there was a car parked in the driveway, so we pulled in behind it. And then on our right, a city bus pulled up and past us into the garage.My Dad came out and told me that he had brought my grandfather down for a visit, but he had him take the bus, because it was too hard for him to

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It's a fact. I love a sale. I have trouble resisting a sale. Retailers know this. I think they have secretly marked me, and now they can all see me coming. However, I feel that I am sly.I never pay full price for anything. I hog coupons like you wouldn't believe.Today for instance, I saved $35.oo at the grocery store. $10 with coupons alone, and another $25 by purchasing what was on special. You

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ahhh....Spring Break.I fielded about 412 questions today about "are you going anywhere for the break?" No. No I am not. I wish I was, but alas. I might see if there is a cheapie ticket to dallas, but then, I don't even know if any of my tx pals are even around. I have some stuff to do this weekend (wedding) and then plenty of stupid stuff to keep me busy next week: errands and junks.One work pal

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I went to my first "wild and crazy" bachelorette party. I mean, mine was fun, but I wouldn't really list it as "crazy"--except for a 7 month pregnant dancin' lady who got her butt grabbed--I would say it was fairly tame. Fun-but tame. Besides, her butt always gets grabbed when she is out with me...what's THAT about? Oh, and this prego girl? Well, her bachelorette was pretty tame too, except for

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Yes, I can emerge back into real life now, as "the show that ate my life" is over.I have done much sleeping with the Bean this week, as it has been the only thing I can manage. But now I want to plan trips, see friends (if I have any left) and begin my workout routine in earnest.For anyone who was wondering, the show turned out really great. All thanks to me. No really. I had very little help, if

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okay, you will all think I am nuts. But, I had a favorite song when I was in oh, about 3rd grade. Sneaky Snake. Let me sing you a song: Boys and girls take warnin' If you go near the lake, Keep your eyes wide open, and look for Sneaky Snake. Now maybe you won't see him, Maybe you won't hear But he'll sneak up behind you And drink all of your Root Beer. And then Sneaky Snake goes dancin' a

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In spite of myself, or rather, TO spite myself....I am finding that not only am I watching the latest round of American Idol....I am enjoying it. I don't know why....but it is interesting. The people who can sing are REALLY good, and the ones who can't are interesting psychological experiments. Fascinating. Like a train wreck. You can't turn away. Chalk up another victim, oh reality tv gods.

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Husband is growling around the house saying things like "frikin fracken frig" and "stupid garbage trash argh". Husband purchased wrong RCA-type cable to hook up turntable. Husband grunted and groaned and enlisted the Bean to help move large TV armoire so could hook up said turntable. Husband frustrated. Wife laughs.

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Really. I ask you. Is it worth 40 million dollars to inaugurate this guy? No wonder the rest of the world thinks we are arrogant, imperialist, self-indulgent, wasteful brutes. Because we act like it. Or, at least 52% of the population does....

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okay. I never had a "re-cap" posting. so, let's do one now.... Suffice to say, the biggest thing that has ever happened to me, happened in 2004. I even swore it wouldn't happen....but it did. My friends said "you are going to have a really understanding guy" while shaking their heads. (to which I responded "why do you always say that after I re-decorate the living room? Stop saying that!) But

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What is up w/that? It is so warm here. If I wanted to be WARM, I'd have flown to Florida and hung out with the gators! Oh, wait, No, I did that. Actually. West Palm Beach, to be completely on the up and up. And in true American fashion, I rang in the new year in a bastion of capitalism, the city center outdoor mall swank-a-rama. It was fun. Not a "I'm so smashed I threw up" fun, or "oh my god

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this year, the holidays were in my hands. I felt, anyways. And they seemed to have gone well. We are leaving tomorrow for somewhere much less damn cold...."We're goin ta Flarida!" Much cooking...basic stuff....nothin fancy...apple pie, punkin pie, punkin bread, steamed asparagus, baked sweet potatoes, and filet mignon. mmm. That was it! We went for xmas dinner to J's aunt & uncle's house....mmm

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I am so excited...today is J's last day of work, and we will get to be on vacation together at the same time! That hasn't happened since the wedding, and weekends don't count, because often I am working during the weekend. It's been lonely with only ME on vacation, so this will be really fun. Plus we are doing some traveling, so I am really excited! Today is cleaning day. Not just "we're having

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my apologies to any readership I might have offended by my lack of posting. Luckily, there aren't many of you! ha! It is just so hard to create entries, when 1) the site is usually down, 2) you are busy invading and taking over 3rd world countries, 3) you just started directing the biggest show of the year, and haven't had two minutes to put away your clean clothes (washed by someone else, of

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let's say you had a long day. (I did) the best remedy... Cold, wet, fuzzy nose--snuggled into your eyeball, sniffing away. (the bean likes to sniff eyeballs while purring, especially if the subject is sleeping....) sure does put the day into perspective. oh, sweet bean-a-saurus.

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I am so taking this idea from another blogger I admire: so here is my list: 1) the thought that it might snow soon 2) holiday sales 3) the mexican jumping bean 4) beautiful afternoon light in our living room 5) that I have two feet, that fit in all kinds of shoes, even! 6) coupons in the mail and newspapers 7) hot tea with honey and milk 8) finding 10 bucks in my coat pocket from last year 9)

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Practice. That was one of my dad's favorite jokes. He told it endlessly, especially around other pianists. It's been a while since my last post. I tried very hard to post when the election debacle ended, but I honestly couldn't get on. For many days afterwards. There was so much fodder, and anger, there was no room on the server for lowly ole' me. Which is fine. I am sure I would only rant in

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well, I did my civic duty...and dare I say this year...my patriotic duty, I voted. I waited for an hour and 15 minutes this morning. But I didn't mind. Everyone was in good spirits, and no one was bothered. I am glad to see the turnout. I hope it matters.

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To: Adam: you must be in 7th heaven. BoSox: Hooray for the team of Destiny! J: Thanks for letting me stay "up" to watch the game. (i.e. not making me go to bed when I missed innings 4-8 due to me "resting my eyes") Jen: Not misinterpreting my "wouldn’t it be cool if you taught your bird to speak in an accent" comment I left on your answering machine. That is why you are my friend. Jenny: Way to

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This morning when I was driving to work, I passed a bunch of people who were stationed in Rosslyn holding signs for Kerry. It was weird, because there were like 6 or 7 people on the over pass...two with a LARGE sign, and then all the others with smaller ones. Why do people have to hold them? Why can't they affix them and leave? There was a guy right before the key bridge as well, changing

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In honor of our three month anniversary (which was last week).... Being married is always having someone who: Helps you clean Feeds the kitty Makes you laugh Helps you paint the living room pink Makes you watch football, and you not mind QUITE so much anymore Hates the awful people you work with more than you do Reaches the tall shelf Keeps the bed warm Tickles you Watches bad tv monster movies

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a day makes! (although, I would like to register my disappointment at Blogger for not being able to count. It keeps telling me I am on my 99th post. And I have posted at LEAST 3 or 4 more since then....) Today we: went shopping bought and planted flowers hung pictures unpacked more stuff cleaned and re-arranged the upstairs guest rooms It feels good to be getting things done. I always feel

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During the 2000 presidential election, I was teaching in Texas. The kids were all riled up the day after the election, when no winner was announced. We talked about it, and how just a few votes might make the difference. I was interested then to see how it might affect the next presidential race, when most of those kids would be of age to vote. Much has happened between then and now, but I

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except for when it isn't. weekends are only long enough to get done all the stuff you didn't have time to do, but HAVE to do, during the week. So, weekend was spent doing laundry, dusting, cleaning, doing floors, taping up living room walls, running errands for both home and school, catching up with a few folks, attending pre-scheduled events...and...getting ready to go back to work. Oh, and

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At Home Depot yesterday morning, where I spend a good chunk of time in my profession, I provided myself one of those magic moments when the stars align, and everything shuts down. I somehow managed to turn my steering wheel into a position that locked both my steering column and ignition. Trusty husband was in a training class in the city...no use waiting for rescue. Stuck at the depot, I began

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oh, and our weekend was lovely! I really liked Boston. More than I can admit to my husband, who is DYING to move there. (although, I hear the local economy is pretty bad, and housing costs will kill someone, much like dc) I am not too excited about it being 40 below zero, though. This texas girl has thin blood...I get real cold in VA all the time! This will take further ruminations....and plane

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Tonight the veeps debate. It will be interesting to see how like "law & order" Mr. Edwards portrays himself. Or, is he going to work on that "plainspeak" which makes Mr. Bush so popular. I hope not. All these folks who have latched onto Bush because "he sounds like a regular person, just like me" are out of their minds. You better believe I don't want some regular schmo who sounds like they know

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How nice is it when you are trying to find something to fill the time, you are able to read random thoughts by people you know? I think it's pretty cool. I could be reading innumerable articles or bogus "comedy" websites, but instead, I choose to read things that let me understand the people I know better. I think it is a unique way to get to know someone. Even people you DON'T know, you can

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I feel as if we haven't done any travelling in ages. Eons. But I know that isn't true. Just a few slight months ago, we were jetting off to a sandy isle in the middle of noplace. But that seems so far away....like a dream. Plus, it was all tied in with the wedding mess. So, it didn't seem like a real trip, somehow. However, tomorrow we are flying to Beantown. Owned by our cat, apparently. But

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Last night was a milestone...I was able to take a bath, soaking BOTH feet! However, as I was perched on the edge of the tub, shaving (also a milestone for which J is exceedingly grateful) Bean was investigating the far edge of our lovely, borrowed, sunken Jacuzzi tub. Next thing I know, he's doing a cannonball. Seriously. He jumped right in. And being that the tub was pretty deep, the water was

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and one to go! Stiches came out yesterday, and contrary to everything I'd been told...it hurt! And then the big, fat, swollen, pillow of a foot wouldn't go into my sock OR my shoe. So, I romped around "back to school night" with a very attractive medi-foot shoe-hoof thing. Bah! However, I was able to squeeze in this morning, so I am now the proud owner of TWO fine tennis shoes. And I can even

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Well, I came in early to work today for a meeting, and now have some free time on my hands. We have a nice parent group who takes pity on us every other wednesday (because more than that would just make us fat) and leave us snackies in all the teachers' lounges on campus. Today there are bagels and cream cheese, and gatorade. Why this constitutes a breakfasty snack, I'm not sure. I grabbed a "

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As someone who's spent an inordinate amount of time, of late, on the couch watching TV, I have a complaint. What the heck is with these commercials advertising the new McDonald's Chicken Selects? That they are so very good that no one will, or seemingly can, share? There are entire commercials devoted to one person (there is a girl version and a guy version, making sure they cover both ends of

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Friends are people who in third grade came to your house and had sleepovers. They (or you) would usually get scared at about 10 or 11 pm, and have to have their parents called to come take them home. Friends are people we grew up with in 7th grade. We have improved our ability to sleep over, and realized there is no sleeping involved. We played "light as a feather, stiff as a board" and fooled

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I am kinda blah because, well...32 is ...so...middle of nothing. It isn't a landmark birthday to be sure. No big party plans (the foot made sure of that). I mean, you can't have a sweet party every year, because then how would you appreciate the parties when you have them? I know. And I already had what has to be the biggest party of them all.... I am pretty sure I am suffering a bit of wedding

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List of moronic things that I have done in the past two weeks: 5) gotten scratches by the kitty. (Bloody, scabby, red scratches) 4) burned myself with my curling iron (I swear, husbands don't give hickeys. They have a ring to mark their territory.) 3) forgetting to take my antibiotics (I think I WANT my foot to fall off.) 2) forgot to get gas in J's car (fumes, i tell you...fumes. Thank god for

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I had a dream last night that I ran into President Bush someplace...like the mall or something. And I walked up to him and said hello. He shook my hand, and was very campaign-y and nice. And he walked me to my car and held the door for me. I thanked him, and then said "Best wishes." Because I knew I didn't want to say anything like good luck because I knew (even in my dream state) that I didn't

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we watched a couple of movies this weekend. Nothing current, because that would involve way to much effort on my part, and it wouldn't be US if we could actually agree on seeing the same movie. So, Hurrah! for netflix! We saw: the Fog of War: interviews w/ Robert S. McNamara. Interesting, even if I didn't understand it all. The "S." stands for "Strange". No lie. In America: Very good.

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I really can't imagine how he did it. For so long. TWICE. Doing ANYTHING is such a chore. just coming down to breakfast, up to dress, and down to the basement to leave the house is ridiculously strenous. I get sweaty and out of breath before I even leave the house! (what with all the crawling, hopping, crutching and balancing, you see...) It's really making me crazy. Nor can I go investigate

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well, we have one kitty already. We still have no name for him. At any given moment he is known as Sparky, Stinky, Snoozer, Twitch, The Sneak, or Sparkplug. Feel free to vote.

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So, as you might have read on J's blog, I'm on crutches. Like the magnetic object I am, I somehow managed to swiff my foot over a needle in our carpet. It went in at a nasty angle, and then when I pulled my foot up to survey the damage, the rest of the needle (perhaps the 2 centimenters that WEREN'T in my foot) lodged in the carpet. The upwards motion created a popping sensation, and TADA...

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Avast! Thar seems to be kittens on the horizon! and I can't wait. We put in for one at this shelter, but we were not first in line, and we didn't think we'd get him. He's lovey, and a total spaz. Just the way I like 'em. My cats AND my men. They called and told us the folks in front of us backed out because he was so hyper. We will have some "kitten-proofing" to do to our place should they

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Oy! I've been sick since Tuesday night. Don't know what I caught, but it's disgusting. Feel better today though. Not better enough to put in a full day of work, tho. Only a half. Seeing as how I get dizzy when I stand for too long, I thought it best not to head in for orientation where I'd have to stand to talk to new kids and parents for the better half of the morning. NO WAY. Besides, I get

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Okay, at this moment I am stalking my prey. on Ebay. I know it's sad, but there is only 8 more minutes to go, and I HAVE to have it. And, I will wrestle anyone to the cyberground who tries to sneak outbid me. Sad. But much cheaper than purchasing it at G street....MUCH.

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I think I like building sets, because well, let's face it. Nothing has to be done to perfection. Stuff only has to look good enough to look good from 20-50 feet away. No audience member will ever see the stain on the chair, or the fact that we didn't paint in between the lines, exactly. No one notices that stuff. you just have to have a rough approximation of whatever you are making, to get your

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Back to life Back to reality i actually went to work today for the first time. I don't technically have to be there until next week, however, I am trying to get a jump on things. However, I feel like cancelling thursday and friday. I think I might. I am just not ready for that sort of slop. We were thinking of having a party in a couple of weeks for my birthday and for (another) housewarming,

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painting the town red okay, well, it isn't so much the town, but the room. the smallest room in our new place is taking the most paint. Take our advice, don't paint ANYTHING red, unless you hire expert house painters to do it for you. And in that case, paint whatever you want. Including the town. We are on coat five, and it makes the room look almost normal. Almost. le SIGH. I think painting

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Dedication In honor of my dear friend Kristi having her baby on Tuesday, I am sharing one of my favorite stories about her. We were living as roomates in lovely Garland, TX. She decided she had had it with the weeds in our yard and the ones growing in the cracks on the sidewalk and driveway. So, she purchased a product called "Weed-B-Gone". She dilligently used the product as directed, and, if

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Good Gourd. Well, I guess I should update my template, since everyone else has, and it should reflect my newly married status! But, since I don't know how to do that, I won't...or I will beg the husband to do so.... So...yeah. I am freakin married. WOOOOOOO! It's weird, because you know that it's somehow more permanent than you were before, but then, it's kinda the same. Strange. I have so

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Final Freak ( i hope ) i was trying to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, but for some reason, J's ENTIRE family was in the room I was trying to get ready in. The wouldn't let me get ready, they kept badgering me, and asking me questions, so i had to be sort of mean to them so I could get them to leave me alone. and then, i kept losing things, and dropping things in the toilet, to where nothing

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Countdown DUDE. I am getting married in 3 days. need I say more? actually, I could, but really, I haven't the time. Except for, apparently, typing extraneous commas.

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Freak out continued: we are at the hotel we reserved for all the guests, and I inexplicably decide to wear my dress to the all-you-can-eat-breakfast-buffet downstairs on the day of. They take away all the food when I get there, so there's nothing to eat, and I am complaining "but I'm the bride!" Then I go back, and do get tiny pots of food, including some kind of salsa, and i get mad at my '

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more freak out i was at a dinner party with my newly married friends Jen and Kris. Kris was disallowing Jen to come down early to help me before my wedding, and actually refusing to let her come at all. I cried, and left the dinner party with J, in an elephant on wheels (J drove, he knows how to drive standard now, people) while we talked about it. We came back to the dinner party, no one

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Freak out i got married and instead of leaving the reception with my new husband, i left with my friend jooles and some other nondescript dream friends. we ended up in far northern pennsylvania, and it started to snow. we found a lodge with a vacation package for 4 nights. i thought it was a good idea to stay there, until i remembered our 6:30 am flight to st. maarten. so i tried to get back to

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Truly New York Wedding #2 is down. It was pretty cool. The wedding was held at the waterside at a park in Brooklyn between the Brooklyn bridge and the Manhattan Bridge. It was awesome. Even the noise from the subways going under the M bridge was cool. And then, the bride had the entire party (with all Guests) walk the length of the Brooklyn bridge with her over to the other side for the

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building our own little hut well, we spent a good chunk of the last few days (more than we had anticipated, but isn't that always how home improvement tasks go?) building the Chuppah for our wedding. My aunt made us the most gorgeously embroidered, fabric, top part (that most folks won't see but us!) and we are building the structure to hold it up. Heck of a job, actually. OH, and for those of

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Ahoy matey! Wedding on the horizon! Thar she blows! You know how you run through your house when you are really busy, and you pick up one thing to move it into the next room but then get distracted by something else?...that is how we live right now. I have so much to do! but it is fun stuff. Pretty fun stuff, actually. Meetings and seating charts and errands, oh boy! Not to mention all the

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Current Events I am real sorry that Reagan died over the weekend, and I am sure it is very hard for his family. As I understand it, he wasn't much himself in his last few years. I would think they would be relieved he isn't suffering anymore. I just can't believe the to-do that is going on. It's unbelievable. They are parading his body from coast to coast, in the devilish heat (I can't believe

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Ahh...summer The best part of my job: June, July and August. yahoo! now I can be %100 Bride. BRIDE PRIDE! okay. now off to do laundry. see, the deal was, I work like a dog for most of the year, and J is nice to me. He cleans, he cooks, he did laundry (what a guy--right, ladies?) When I am off...I am nice to J. Meaning...I run the house while I am home. Shopping, cooking, laundry, cleaning..

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Supersized! We caught Supersize Me over the long weekend. Now, I know that "documentaries" can be edited or filmed in such a way that the whole thing is incredibly slanted. However, this one seemed to be pretty straightforward, honest, and confirmed suspicions that I have secretly held for years: That McDonald's and other fast food chains are secretly hoping to take over the world by addicting

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an age thing I have noticed an interesting trend, in myself. i have always been a big shopper. Never one to turn down a trip to the mall to buy some really unecessary clothing article. And shoes. Lots of shoes. So anyways, I haven't been in a few YEARS (this is TRUE) because A) I had no moneys and B) I was the size of New Jersey. (True story) Being the Jersey that I am, I have now lost most

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busy bees we went to philly this weekend to visit the seester before her internship starts this summer. She is doing lighting at a theatre down the shore for the summer. Much time was spent by the fam cautioning seester against climbing up too high on ladders, and strapping herself in...blah blah blah. Good thing when I majored in theatre they had no idea what it entailed. Poor seester. I was

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Invitation to Hades We got our invitations last night, and they are so cool. I have to say. And many thanks to the future S-I-L and her beau for getting them printed for us. They are so awesome. They don't so much look like a weding invite, as a cool PARTY invite. Which is fitting. And, not to brag, they were conceived by me, and designed by J, so they really fit our idea of what this wedding

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Hey Fellas Okay, I know I am breaking my "only posting once a month" rule, but there's so much going on. I have another show opening next week (yes, if you are tired of reading that statement, think about how tired I am!) and we are barreling towards and through countless wedding related activities. I had my first shower that my mom and sisters threw in Philly. It was lovely. It's also a bit

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rantings Have you seen the eyeball jewelry fad? Someone somewhere in the netherlands (?) thought this would be a lovely decoration. WTF? How can people be so stupid. They had the jewelry surgically implanted in their eye. Its all fun and games, till.... (I will post the link when I can figure out how to do it!) I am sitting here with paint under my nails. I love having paint under my nails.

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ho hums The only bum thing about getting great time off, is how much worse it is when you have to then go BACK to work. UGH! I realized yesterday that it sure is a good thing that I don't have anything that I need people to help me with before my wedding, because no one will be around. We had got to talking about doing a bachelorrette something, and J was talking about doing his on thursday

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