Which LOST character are you?
Claire
You are Claire You are very sweet, but you carry the spawn of Satan.
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Monday, September 25, 2006
LOST
Which LOST character are you?
Claire
You are Claire You are very sweet, but you carry the spawn of Satan.
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Catch Up
Well, I'm back at the radio station today, which is why I have a moment to post here. What have I been up to? Hmmmmm.
The month of August completely got the best of me - it just flew by. Blixx has been working like a madman. I've been chasing Cass. She's getting so big & the other day she wrote the letters C & A!! She's turned some corner & is much more graceful & able to climb (arg!); she hears everything we say & asks questions if we're talking in code & has generally blossomed.
Blixx & I have our ups & downs but for the most part are staying the course. We're being more up front with each other & trying desperately not to let the little things get us down, but damn sometimes it's difficult. I guess that's what marriage is all about.
Labor Day weekend....Friday night Blixx worked late & went out for drinks after work, so Grips & I got an early start & yikes, I was more than a bit tipsy. We were supposed to go to the Spencer Fair on Saturday, but the weather didn't look too hot so we skipped it & went to dinner at Grips instead. Sunday was a complete rain out (woo hoo on us not getting our shit together for camp reservations!. Cass got up earlier than usual, at around 7:30am, and had an attitude so it was a rough morning all around. I'd been feeling run down for a few days so when Blixx got up at around 10:30am I just wandered back upstairs & crashed back into his warm spot. I slept until almost 2pm!!!
I guess I really needed it because I feel a world of better - I can think more clearly & I don't feel like I'm dragging my ass any more. I guess I need more sleep so I better start looking for more hours in the day.
After much debate (stay in pj's or pants?), we decided to go to dinner at Ikea. It's an hour drive, so at 6pm on Sunday we loaded the kid into the car & drove in the rain....only to find that for some reason, there are parking spots near the door, but the escalators are all pointed down & out of the store, the elevator doesn't work, the doors are locked. D'oh! It was SUNDAY so they closed at 6pm. This is our second trip to Ikea for a desk that we still haven't been able to bring home. I think we're going to try again tomorrow, if Blixx isn't working. He's got a huge jones for swedish meatballs from their cafeteria. Really cool store with full restaurant. I had chicken marlsala last time we were there and dontcha know it, it was yummy! Blixx had salmon that was juicy & delicious. Shit now I'm hungry.
Anyway, Sunday evening we had a much needed non-Grips evening. It goes pretty much the same as if he's there with us, except I tend to drink & smoke considerably less & Blixx & talk about 'stuff' considerably more. It was good for us.
Yesterday, Cass woke us up at 7:15am, bouncing on our bed & chanting "Cotton Candy! Fair! Roller Coasters! Cotton Candy!" so it became clear to us that we were going to the Fair after all. We spent Labor Day at the Spencer Fair, which was a ton of fun. Cass loved the ferris wheel, got her face painted (cute, but $5 damn!) & ate a ton of crap. I'll post pictures from home in the next day or so. She's an adrenaline junky. We went on some big rides and she was terrific.
The month of August completely got the best of me - it just flew by. Blixx has been working like a madman. I've been chasing Cass. She's getting so big & the other day she wrote the letters C & A!! She's turned some corner & is much more graceful & able to climb (arg!); she hears everything we say & asks questions if we're talking in code & has generally blossomed.
Blixx & I have our ups & downs but for the most part are staying the course. We're being more up front with each other & trying desperately not to let the little things get us down, but damn sometimes it's difficult. I guess that's what marriage is all about.
Labor Day weekend....Friday night Blixx worked late & went out for drinks after work, so Grips & I got an early start & yikes, I was more than a bit tipsy. We were supposed to go to the Spencer Fair on Saturday, but the weather didn't look too hot so we skipped it & went to dinner at Grips instead. Sunday was a complete rain out (woo hoo on us not getting our shit together for camp reservations!. Cass got up earlier than usual, at around 7:30am, and had an attitude so it was a rough morning all around. I'd been feeling run down for a few days so when Blixx got up at around 10:30am I just wandered back upstairs & crashed back into his warm spot. I slept until almost 2pm!!!
I guess I really needed it because I feel a world of better - I can think more clearly & I don't feel like I'm dragging my ass any more. I guess I need more sleep so I better start looking for more hours in the day.
After much debate (stay in pj's or pants?), we decided to go to dinner at Ikea. It's an hour drive, so at 6pm on Sunday we loaded the kid into the car & drove in the rain....only to find that for some reason, there are parking spots near the door, but the escalators are all pointed down & out of the store, the elevator doesn't work, the doors are locked. D'oh! It was SUNDAY so they closed at 6pm. This is our second trip to Ikea for a desk that we still haven't been able to bring home. I think we're going to try again tomorrow, if Blixx isn't working. He's got a huge jones for swedish meatballs from their cafeteria. Really cool store with full restaurant. I had chicken marlsala last time we were there and dontcha know it, it was yummy! Blixx had salmon that was juicy & delicious. Shit now I'm hungry.
Anyway, Sunday evening we had a much needed non-Grips evening. It goes pretty much the same as if he's there with us, except I tend to drink & smoke considerably less & Blixx & talk about 'stuff' considerably more. It was good for us.
Yesterday, Cass woke us up at 7:15am, bouncing on our bed & chanting "Cotton Candy! Fair! Roller Coasters! Cotton Candy!" so it became clear to us that we were going to the Fair after all. We spent Labor Day at the Spencer Fair, which was a ton of fun. Cass loved the ferris wheel, got her face painted (cute, but $5 damn!) & ate a ton of crap. I'll post pictures from home in the next day or so. She's an adrenaline junky. We went on some big rides and she was terrific.
Friday, September 01, 2006
New Favorite Song
Hinder - Get Stoned
Just hear me out
If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes
I highly doubt
I can make it through another of your episodes
Lashing out
One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control
You wear me out
But it's all right now
Lets go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out (We could end up making love instead of misery)
But it's all right now
Without a doubt
The break up is worth the make up sex you're givin me
Lets hash it out
Cause your bitchin and your yellin don't mean anything
Don't count me out
I can handle all the baggage that you're carrying
You wear me out
But it's all right now
Let's go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out (We could end up makin love instead of misery)
But it's alright now
Lets go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
Go home and get stoned
We could end up making love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out
(We could end up makin love instead of misery)
But it's all right now
(Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me)
Lets go home and get stoned
Listen to a live version at WAAF. It's even better than the album version.
Just hear me out
If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes
I highly doubt
I can make it through another of your episodes
Lashing out
One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control
You wear me out
But it's all right now
Lets go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out (We could end up making love instead of misery)
But it's all right now
Without a doubt
The break up is worth the make up sex you're givin me
Lets hash it out
Cause your bitchin and your yellin don't mean anything
Don't count me out
I can handle all the baggage that you're carrying
You wear me out
But it's all right now
Let's go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out (We could end up makin love instead of misery)
But it's alright now
Lets go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
Go home and get stoned
We could end up making love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out
(We could end up makin love instead of misery)
But it's all right now
(Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me)
Lets go home and get stoned
Listen to a live version at WAAF. It's even better than the album version.
SherBear Comes to Visit
Sherbear came to visit family in MA and I got to hang out with her. We went to a BBQ down at her parent's house and had a great time. Our girls get along so well together. I just wish Florida was a little closer.
Girls Only Camping
This is the view from our camp site. We got some terrific sunsets.
This is apparently a cecropia caterpillar which one of the ladies found in her travels. I'd never seen anything like it.I went campign with 4 other girlfriends and had an absolute blast. We went to Tully Lake, which is beautiful but you have to carry your own gear into the sights. Wouldn't you know it, we were the farthest away from the cars as you could get. But we took care of ourselves, ate like the Queens that we are and enjoyed the lack of whining and drama. It was a little slice of heaven.
Davis Farmland
We spent the day at Davis Farmland , a hands on farm that lets the little kids run around & pet the farm animals. We even took a hayride and went to the water park for some fun in the sun. Cass had a great time with Toria & QBall.
Canoe Trail Brimfield MA 8-13-06
I rode in my kayak, while Blixx paddles Cassidy around like a princess, which suited her just fine. As you can see, she did help out with the paddling. We went with Grips & his family, had a lovely picnic lunch then liesurely paddle back. We even managed to go out for Ronnie's fish & ice cream afterwards. A lovely family day.
Why Women go to the Bathroom in Pairs
We have all been there.... no?
* A Great Laugh and good lesson for men... (How easy they have it!)
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter.
The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would
turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance"
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake.........
You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work.
The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topples backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue
in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course.
You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew because, you're certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose that somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At that point, you give up.
You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat.
You're exhausted.
You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it to the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"
. . .This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to
the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.
* A Great Laugh and good lesson for men... (How easy they have it!)
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter.
The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would
turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance"
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake.........
You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work.
The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topples backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue
in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course.
You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew because, you're certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose that somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At that point, you give up.
You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat.
You're exhausted.
You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it to the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"
. . .This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to
the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.
