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10月11日 don't forget me when i goneit's been well over a week since i've gone to the dark side and i must say...i'm enjoying it immensely.
i haven't even scratched the surface of things that can be done at blogger. i've just been reveling in the freedom (and the spell check feature - HELLO!!!!)
and might i suggest that you try it too?!?!
i think you'd like it.
10月2日 i'm donei'm outta here.....
too much drama.....
moving to blogger....
come see me HERE
"How will I survive without a comment from Jen?" you ask. never fear.... you'll still be in my newsgator feeder and i'll still be able to comment and your day will become that much brighter!!
9月29日 threeTHREE NAMES THAT YOU GO BY: 1. Jen 2. Big Jen Bergman (himself’s choice) 3. Gretchen Lardbottom (my father named me that when I was just a little girl) THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD, INCLUDING THE ONE YOU NOW HAVE: 1. nejyerf 2. twberg 3. THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 1. My freckled arms 2. My circle of friends 3. The obvious fact that I’m soooo much better than you (you DO know I’m joking!?!?!) THREE THINGS YOU HATE/DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 1. My utter ineptitude at making correct change 2. I accept defeat too easily 3. My almost pathological tendency to be late THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE: English, Scottish, Peruvian THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU: 1. Snakes 2. Turkeys – when they fix their beady eyes on you…… 3. Not knowing when to say when THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS: 1. Qtips 2. Dove soap 3. Good-bye kiss from himself THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW: (I’m the pinnacle of style) 1. Flannel nightie ( i started this last night) 2. Glasses 3. socks THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS: (OR SINGERS) – depending on my mood…. 1. Prodigy 2. Fleetwood Mac 3. Right now I'm listening to Bette Midler sing the Rosemary Clooney Songbook THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS: 1. Make curtains 2. Learn to make candy 3. Take candy I've learned to make and go to Farmer's Market THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP: 1. With my husband -Lots of Laughter 2. With my boss - a little monetary recognition 3. With my scale - a slightly smaller number TWO LIES AND A TRUTH 1. The grass is always greener 2. Tomorrow will be a better day 3. You reap what you sow THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU: 1. Hairy chest – I like a MANLY man 2. Hands – calloused, work-hardened hands 3. Legs – well shaped (can he rock a skirt?) THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO: 1. Wolf whistle 2. Turn a cartwheel 3. Fully comprehend the concept of time travel THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES: 1. Reading 2. Planning parties 3. Contemplating my navel THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW: 1. Eat a glazed donut 2. Punch my boss right in the nose 3. Go pee....but I want to finish this blasted thing first!! THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING: 1. Toast of Broadway 2. Scion of Society 3. Bane Of Your Existence THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION: 1. Prince Edward Island (with sanna, before we’re 80!) 2. Canton, OH (with Himself) 3. England THREE TRUE LOVES: 1. Double Stuff Oreo Cookies 2. Himself 3. Pork chops and appleschauce THREE FAVORITE ANIMALS: 1. I only like my cats THREE REASONS WHY YOU'RE DOING THIS: 1. Beth asked me to (and I must do EVERYTHING Beth tells me to do!) 2. I'm just a girl who can't say "no" 3. I needed a filler - already did the boobie blog this month! THREE PEOPLE WHO MUST TAKE THIS QUIZ (You’ve gotta tag two or three others.) 1. Do it ONLY if you want to. 9月28日 condimentyesterday this epiphany came to me as i was eating lunch....
if i were a condiment i would be :
1) smooth and creamy - as am i thanks to daily washings with dove soap
2) tangy with a definite bite to it - please witness my biting wit and scathing sarcasm
3) goes great with beef - as do I
4) and it clears sinuses
Thus.....
Jen = horseradish sauce
what condiment are you?
9月27日 how i know it's fallPLONK
PLINK
PLONK
PLONKITY, PLONKITY, PLINKITY, PLONK
PLINK
PLONK
PLONK
acorns falling from the venerable oak tree
onto my car
5:30am in the morning
that's right....i'm a tough girl....still sleeping with the windows open! 9月25日 one for the search enginesthe first thing i do when i get home from a long day at work, is to remove constricting clothing.
the second thing i do when i get home from long day at work is to eat something sweet.
yesterday's choice of clothing removal was the underwire bra, accompanied by the requisite prayer of relief.
*quick note* years ago, himself pointed out to me that when i take off my bra i invariably say "thank you, jesus".
after removing ALL restrictive clothing, including but not limited to the underwire bra, punishing pantyhose and one size too small black skirt (that fit just fine LAST fall), i pulled on a lovely loose fitting nightie and headed for the sweet.
the sweet for the day was a pack of little debbie swiss rolls.
i inhaled the two (entirely TOO small) swiss rolls, chased it with a glass of milk and and hit the couch to watch gosford park. whereupon i fell asleep for two hours.
what i gleaned from gosford park:
1) it was British
2) the actors accents were unintelligible especially the scottish ones so i might have missed salient points of the movie
3) at weekends in the country house shooting grouse, an englishman is NEVER served breakfast. it's all done buffet style
when i awoke i restarted the movie, finished it in the wee smas and headed for bed.
this morning when i got undressed for my shower, i noticed a huge dark mark on my right boobie. without my contacts it looked like an deep dark bruise. what had happened?!? did i beat myself up during my sleep? did himself fling out a fist in his sleep?
this mark bore further, closer scrutiny. i put on my glasses and looked down.
it was a strip of the chocolate.
from the swiss roll.
that i had inhaled last night.
pasted to my boobie.
why am i telling you this?
because i think all mondays should start with a good " boobie covered in little debbie swiss roll" story (that's for the search engines!)
9月22日 packing awayit's time to say goodby to the summer wardrobe.
so i'm packing you away, my bright yellow and orange plaid pants with the coordinating yellow top, good-bye red bandana print skirt with the flirty ruffle that i only wore once but promise to wear again next year. so long, all four of you hardworking white t-shirts, v-neck, rounded neck,
ballerina neck and just plain neck. later dude to the blue pants with the island theme and the trees that look like giant pot plants. farewell, my faithful summer nighties in cotton and jersey.
parting is such sweet sorrow. we will meet again next year.
WELCOME oh muted shades of fall and winter. Oh tans and browns and grays, how i have missed you. so good to see you, my lovely long sleeved, button down shirts that i need to iron before every wear. keep me warm, all you sweaters and turtlenecks. join the party, my calf length skirts, so that i don't have to shave my legs again until we next see the spring grass. and calling all flannel nighties and pj's to keep me toasty warm on a cold night.
i can't wait to shake out your wrinkles and hang you up in my closet. we need to spruce you up a bit. and if it turns out that you've been a good winter wardrobe and still fit me, we might be able to squeeze out a few new accessories.
we've much to do. 9月20日 a question for the ages....do you poop in public?
and by public i don't mean for a paying audience but rather in a public bathroom.
this was a topic of discussion in our office last week.
below is how this question came about:
last week, while in the frozen food section of the local shop-rite grocery store, i felt the over-whelming urge to poop. i have learned in life, that when i receive the call to poop, i should answer said call post-haste.
i abandoned himself (who was shopping with me) and the cart and went in search of the bathroom.
With butt-cheeks tightly clenched, i pushed my way through the double doors into the dingy stock-room.
Following the mostly obscured "REST ROOM this way" signs, I wended my way past boxes and boxes of stock, deeper into, if you'll pardon the expression, the bowels of the store.
I had yet to meet an employee who might have done a "halt who goes there"
Ascending a steep stair-way into the employees breakroom I at last spied the bathroom.
Moving at near breakneck speed, I headed for the bathroom and blessed relief.
Upon opening the door, I was met with this sign (and I paraphrase) 'ANYONE CAUGHT WRITING ON THESE WALL WILL BE TERMINATED IMMEDIATELY".
After taking care of business and feeling pounds lighter, I located himself in the bread aisle and we finished the shopping at a leisurely pace. I would like to mention that he did not seem in the least bit concerned that I had left him so abruptly. He has become quite used to my quick departures.
While we were checking out I was explaining to him my marvelment at the severity of punishment for the writing on the bathroom walls by employess in shop-rite.
It seemed a little extreme to me.
Plus...exactly HOW would a person get caught writing on the walls? Unless they were caught pen-in-hand it would be hard to prove. Do they do regular sight inspections after each person leaves? Do they have hidden cameras? By the way, when I was in there reading that note, I was seriously contemplating writing "for a good time call jen at 555-1234" just to see what would happen. would lights start flashing, alarms go off! the appy guys coming out with their hard hats and meat cleavers to take me away?
Himself did not seem inclined to pursue this line of thought. He was more concerned about keeping all the squishable items at the end of the conveyer belt, to be loaded into the cart last.
The next day, I took this tale of the no writing on the wall to work and shared it with Diana, my fellow co-worker. She listened with cursory interest to my amazement of the sign.
But what impressed her more was the fact that I pooped in public.
Turns out, Diana does not, nay CANNOT poop in a public bathroom, and apparently she is not the only one.
I took this debate on the road to my other job and talked to some of the girls there. they too are shy about pooping in public.
it would seem that most women need a quiet, personal, intimate space to poop.
but why?
because it's not "feminine" to grex and groan and stink up a bathroom?
EVERYBODY POOPS!
it's human nature.
and as i've learned from my sister and her three children...pooping is how you can tell if your baby is healthy. nice, rounded lumps, like clay...good. runny and yellow....bad
when pressed on how i can poop in public, my response can only be "when i gotta go, i GOTTA go"
so tell me....do YOU poop in public?
9月18日 questions9:15am: is it considered bad form to honk at the annoying person driving in front of you at 40 mph in a 45 zone, RIDING THEIR BRAKES?!?!?
more questions forthcoming
10:57 am: did you watch the giants rally back from a 17pt 4th quarter deficit to win the game against the eagles yesterday? did you see Plaxico Burress catch that 31yard touchdown pass from Eli for the win in OT?!?! didja? didja? huh? huh?
12:49: salmon or chicken for lunch?
12:50: will diana EVER turn off the dreaded columbian music? i KNOW your hips don't lie, SHAKIRA!!!
3:05: can anyone tell me what 1980's movie this quote is from : "I have a head for business and a bod for sin."
4:08 - statement - not a question - maurice clarett....what a waste!
9月13日 the mannings come to visitat this time apologies go out to Chris Webb and my father-in-law Big Bill, even though he does not read my blog (i don't think he is aware that i have one). i really should apologize to colts fans across the nation for the visual that is about to befall them when they read this post. i hear you asking "why oh why should jen be apologizing to colts fan?" allow me to elaborate: early this morning i had a dream that i was taking a bubble bath with peyton manning. peyton complimented me on my boobies he said that his brother would like to touch them. i said ok. i woke up before eli could get his hands on them when i finally came out of the delicious fog that was my dream i heard the TV on full blast downstairs. it all made sense, himself must have been watching sportscenter and they must have been talking about the mannings and peyton and eli must have wormed their way into my dream. turns out he was watching "the incredibles"!! now i know that chris and big bill THINK that peyton is "incredible" but still...... i'll give $5 to the first person who can PLEASE tell me what this dream means. 9月11日 more footballhimself and i watched the giants game last night. you know...the epic battle pitching brother against brother!! eli and peyton manning. and for the record, while the colts may have the better manning quarterback, the giants definitely have the cuter manning. and really, isn't that what football is really all about?!?
the colts won.
the giants apparently thought the game would be improved if they had lots of penalties including the bogus offensive pass interference call against tim carter in the fourth qtr. we was robbed!!!
but the running game was oh so good. did you see Tiki?!?! woo hoo!
at this time i would like to address the preponderance of commercials
1) commercials for the all new season on NBC
2) commericals with peyton manning. every other commercial had peyton. peyton selling phones in a wig and a mustache, peyton selling insurance. peyton and his father and brother making breakfast. i swear i saw him doing a commercial for ebay!!
3) commercials for ebay
4) and just commericals in general
my favorite thing that NBC did?!?!
when they put up on the screen the words "coming up at half-time bob, cris, stirling and THE BUS".
not jerome but "THE BUS"!!
my new favorite player name? Osi Umenyiora
what do we think about Pink singing (aka himself's new girlfriend) before each game?
himself informed me that there is no more NFL Primtime as ESPN is now hosting Monday Night Football. I guess I'm ok with that. just as long as i can still see Tom Jackson's "JACKED UP"
and finally... a moment of silence for my man brett favre. stirling sharpe, who used to catch passes from Brett, said what everyone was thinking when he commented that he didn't think Brett would be starting next week. we shall see. i hope stirling is wrong.
9月8日 footballHow I Know It's Football Season
A Skit by Jen
the date: 9/7/06 (or possibly 9/8/06)
the time: Late, very late or exceedingly early depending on your viewpoint)
location: bedroom (and no this is not a kinky sex story!)
players: one sound asleep jen, one wide-awake excited husband
enter wide-awake excited husband: "THE STEELERS CAME BACK IN THE FOURTH QUARTER!!"
sound asleep jen (stupidly and still half asleep): "urghh, snarf, gurrgle.. does that mean they won?
wide-awake excited husband (with great disdain in his voice at the stupid question sound asleep jen asked): "YES"
sound asleep jen offers the thumbs-up sign and sinks back into oblivion
wide-wake excited husband snatches pillow off bed and goes back downstairs to watch sportscenter
SCENE
IT'S FOOTBALL SEASON!!!
Welcome Back NFL Primetime, oh how I've missed you!!
9月7日 points to ponderseptember 6 was the one-year anniversary of my blog. check my archives if you feel that you may have missed something interesting.
when i initially started my blog it was a way to share the photos of my nieces and nephew with my aunts and cousins who live far away.
it soon developed into a regular, almost daily thing. mostly it was observances of things that were going on in my life. whether it be the new job i was just starting, the 15-year high school reunion i was planning, the MS symptoms deal with everyday. my husband. my boobies. you know....things that are important in life.
it was so freeing to just let the words roll off my fingers.
soon my cousins were commenting. as i became more familiar with the blogging world i began to visit other blogs. never commenting. just lurking. then one day i decided to write about blogs, and listed some of the blogs that i visited regularly. this included zwebbyville. you've all been to zwebbyville i'm sure. the mayor of zwebbyville, russ, made a state visit to my blog and left a comment. i was SO excited. then the mayor made mention of me on his site. the next thing i knew, people were coming by and commenting. this was a turning point in my blog writing. at first i felt as though i needed to write for those few fools who decided to return again and again. after a while i realized that writing for an audience was too exhausting. so i went back to writing for the person who is most interested in me - ME! i also decided to set a few ground rules for myself. these rules included the following: 1) i WOULDN'T talk about politics - in my day-to-day life i don't talk politics so WHY should i write about them 2) i WOULDN'T talk about religion - all you need to know about my religion is that i believe in god and his goodness 3) i WOULD make the occasional reference to the following: a) my boobies - they are real and they are spectacular b) my friends and family c) my husband 4) i would never delete a comment. POINT #1: Re: Item C When I started this blog I did make the occasional reference to my husband and simply referred to him as either "my husband" or "Tom". But as the blog progressed, I realized that he was going to play a much more important role in my writings. After all, he is the only person I see every day, we sleep in the same bed, we take a shower in the same tub (not a the same time though, we AREN'T newlyweds anymore), we decide that i'm too tired and he's not inclined to cook so we order take-out, he's the man that I vowed to love, honor and cherish. i also began to realize that just referring to him as "tom" wasn't cutting it. and i could hardly refer to him as "my husband" all the time. he has plenty of names to choose from - bergie, apeman, tommy (or as his mother and sisters call him "tommeeee"). but none of these were working for me. i COULD call him "dearest" as that is how i often refer to him when i'm liking him. i certainly couldn't call him the unprintable names that come to mind when we are on the outs. i started checking out what other bloggers call thier beloveds. The Hub, Hubby, Husband, My Prince (as far as i can tell he was a boyfriend), Him (which ALWAYS reminds me of Cannonball Run) etc. It was after reading a Dick Francis novel, wherein one of the characters was referred to as Himself, did I decide that, I would choose “himself” as a moniker for my tom. he's been himself ever since. POINT#2: Let me expand a bit on #4 - if you make your blog public, you are without a doubt inviting the public into whatever parts of your life that you are willing to share. by permitting comments you are also allowing the public to respond to your thoughts. generally it's a win-win situation. the visitor reads your blog and you get a great comment. it has always been my practice when i go to a blog and read a post i don't particularly care for, to just not comment. sometimes there is nothing to comment about or sometimes the post is SO ridiculous or boring that it doesn't deserve a comment. and i REFUSE to leave a generic..."just stopped by" comment. you've got statistics...you know i've been by. on the other hand, if something i've written stirs up a bit of anger or rancor or indignation and someone comments to that effect, i say more power to them, go right ahead and voice your opinion., it's a free country. and rest assured i won't delete your asinine comment. not even if it's poorly spelled and nearly incoherent. POINT #3: Found this in my comments last night: DaisyHeadMaisey hi my friend jen i like yore blog thing today but why you alway talk about himself like he a peice of garbage he sound like nice man you shouldnt talk about himself like that he yore husban September 06 7:52 PM First instinct was to delete it. Then I recalled the promise I made to myself to never delete a comment. Then the doubts began setting in. Was I REALLY talking about Himself like he was garbage?!?! Because he’s NOT. Outrage tookover. Who IS this nincompoop person who hides behind bad grammar and poor spelling? And do I really care? Which leads me to this…. POINT #4: This is MY blog and I can say what I want, so........ Dear daisyheadmaisey: BITE ME Jen 9月5日 among other thingsof no great consequence, but i thought you would like to know....
On Friday I got a haircut and a brow and lip wax. The hair cut is SHORT. Not boy short, but short for me. I HEART my new haircut. it's all wavy and if i haul out the curling iron it can even be curly but enough about the hair!!
On Saturday, himself and i had a rare day of hanging out together and doing some shopping for his fantasy football draft party on sunday.
he will want me to tell you that his first pick in his draft was tiki barber.
saturday night i made salmon. delicious, tender, chockful of omega-3 fatty acids salmon. i had nothing but praise for myself over that salmon
for those of you who have been longing for a boobie mention.....i got a new bra this weekend. the old one was in tatters and oh so dingy from constant use. this new one is a lovely pale pink, with an underwire which at this moment is digging into my flesh. silas the opus dei monk had his cilice, jen, who has a sagging bosom when left unfettered, has her underwire. and the boobies look FABULOUS!
sunday evening, whilst himself was finishing up his draft, i watched, free on HBO, "sideways". here is what i gleaned from the movie:
1) it was a lot about wine
2) paul giamatti-playing a short, neurotic, lying, thieving schlub was strangely appealing
3) my favorite line? "it's quaffable"
labor day was spent at gma and gpa bergmans for the annual bergman family labor day and birthday and anniversary celebrations. birthdays include: himself, big bill, gma bergman and sister peahesd (which is himself's affectionate nickname for his sister) and if you must know WHY she is called "peahead" go and ask her at www.chrisandjenny.us. a terminable game of bocce ball was played in which my team lost by ½" the bergmans take any and all sporting events VERY seriously. ice cream cake was consumed and presents were unwrapped and even though sister peahead could not be there in person we know she was there in spirit.
8月30日 bee-boothis morning, i had my weekly sexy dream about a guy i knew in high-school. seriously, i dream about this guy at LEAST once a week. i don't know how to stop it and quite frankly i enjoy it. and NO sanna, i am not about to divulge who he is. it is TOO embarassing.
incorporated into the dream in a manner that would take too long to explain was this sound......
bee-boo, bee-boo, bee-boo, bee-boo
(long pause)
bee-boo, bee-boo, bee-boo, bee-boo
(long pause)
bee-boo, bee-boo, bee-boo, bee-boo
(long pause)
this went on for what seems like hours in my dream.
this annoying sound acutally drew me out of my lovely sexy dream into semi-wakefulness.
Te BEE-BOO noise was still going on!! it was coming from somewhere in my house!.
in my sleep fogged state, i stumbled out of bed and mentally tried to determine which of our various appliances would make this
hideous sound.
was it my alarm clock having fits?
was it alicia's (who was spending the night) cell phone?
was it the computer, which had just returned from a spa day having it's innards cleaned at Peggnet LLC?
was it the new dehumidifer we JUST bought, gagging on all of the water it was extracting from my damp house?
And YES....this really was how I was thinking as i rolled out of bed.
in the meantime....bee-boo, bee-boo, bee-boo, bee-boo, bee-boo
the sound was getting louder as i moved to the head of the stairs.
"What the FUCK is that noise?" I bellowed as I lurched down the stairs, "it was in my dreams and it WOKE ME UP!"
And there on the couch, playing Vice City on Playstation2, was himself.
"It was an ambulance in my game," he informed me very matter of factly.
"Well, TURN IT DOWN" I snarled as I shuffled into the bathroom.
As I was heading back to bed, i passed by the sofa where himself was back to playing the game. his eyes glued to the TV screen and his fingers fully engaged on the controls, he can't resist throwing an accusation over his shoulder in my general direction.
"Thanks to you, I died"
I, who does NOT do mornings well, stomped up the stairs muttering to myself, "No fool, thanks to ME you are still ALIVE!" And tumbled back into bed for 15 more minutes of sleep until my ALARM woke me.
And the sexy dream? The sexy dream was gone. But never fear, it will return, better than ever. 8月28日 gasit's monday. in the northeast it is a dreary monday.
but what has made my dreary monday a little rosy was the low price at the gas station.
today i paid $2.67 a gallon.
cash only.
from the russians at the delta gas station.
can anybody beat that?!?!
and does anybody know "thank you" in russian?
i watched the emmy's last night and i was BORED STIFF. conan o'brien was the saving grace. i could watch him forever.
and now i've got to get back to work!!
8月22日 wildlifei am back in NJ and working on a recap of my week's vacation.
in the meanwhile, chew on this:
last night as i went out into the kitchen, i startled what i THOUGHT was one of our cats eating a late night snack.
the "cat" turned tail and fled before i was fully in the room.
"hmmmm" says I, "that cat really moved in a hurry".
i went over to the kitchen door and there, peering wistfully at me through the cat door, (also known as the rip in the screen door) was a friendly raccoon
i slammed shut the door and turned to the food dish. he had entered the house uninvited and had scarfed down the WHOLE bowl of iams cat food!!
OH and before i forget, himself announced yesterday morning that he had discovered a snake trapped in a bucket down in the basement.
a SNAKE!
TRAPPED IN A BUCKET!!
IN THE HOUSE!!!
A SNAKE TRAPPED IN A BUCKET IN THE HOUSE!!!!
i am shuddering just writing this.
AND this morning, i was attacked by a large, winged thing as i left the house. a bug of some sort. blechhhh
ALSO...right before i left for vacation our intrepid cat althea, triumphantly entered the house and announced to all and sundry that SHE had captured a bird and ptui....here it is. and thusly deposited the limp, lifeless form of a wee sparrow on the living room floor. i tenderly wrapped it up in a paper towel and left in on the deck for himself to discard when he got home.
and finally...this afternoon, as i was gazing pensively out my office window i saw the BIGGEST red headed woodpecker i have ever seen. his bright head gleaming in the afternoon sun and his beak looking positively lethal. it was truly a sight to behold. and oddly enough, not a squirrel in sight. i wonder if he chased them all away. there is one squirrel in particular who likes to come up to my window and check to make sure i'm doing my job.
so tell me, what wildlife encounters have YOU had lately?!? 8月14日 vacation!!I, my dear friends, am off to Vermont for a week of aunt duty with my sister and her kids.
story books will be read, games played, diapers changed. a good time will be had by all!!
I leave you this to entertain you until my return.
8月9日 natter natterright.....today was a new day and MSN still sucks. just wanted to get that out of the way right off the bat.
on to more important things
i saw miami vice on monday. it started out slow. i actually dozed off for part of it. but this is what i managed to glean from the movie:
1) It was about drugs
2) It was basically an expanded version of the miami vice series episode "smugglers blues"
3) Colin Farrell is strangely appealing, even with his redneck hair and mustache.
4) Jaime Foxx has an ass that looks like two scoops of dark chocolately goodness
5) Apparently, if you are an undercover drug smuggler, it's fairly easy to get in and out of Havana
What was missing from the movie? The easy cameraderie between Crockett and Tubbs, the sunshine and light that is Miami, this movie was dark, literally, many scenes were played out in the dark and finally Jan Hammer. I waited in vain for the signature theme song from Miami Vice.
This morning, as usual, I woke to ESPN. And this is what I heard: Last night Mike Piazza came back to Shea Stadium for the first time since leaving to join the Padres. He got a standing ovation. When I commented to Himself how truly impressive that standing ovation was considering how rude and unforgiving New York fans can be, he was quick to point out that it is YANKEE fans who are rude and uncouth. METS fans have class!
I got 'Lawrence of Arabia' as the next my movie in my Netflix queue. So far this movie has been mostly great shots of the desert. I don't understand the actors and what I understand of the plot is that Lawrence is trying to get to warring Arab tribes led by Omar Sharif and Anthony Quinn to band together and fight against the Turks. It's almost 4 hours long. I don't think I can finish it.
I finished the book 'Empire Falls' on Sunday. It was one of those books, that you are completely immersed in it whilst reading and then when you've finished, you ask yourself, what did I just read?
I went to the dollar store on saturday and purchased the whole family of caramelly goodness known respectively as Sugar Daddies (caramel on a stick), Sugar Mamas (caramel wrapped in a paper twist) and Sugar Babies (caramel wrapped in chocolate) Oh Yeah!!
I feel as though my psychic energy has been depleted the past couple of days. I've been reading some new blogs and rediscovering old ones. As always I amazed at the amount of talented, educated, fascinating, funny as hell people out there. But then I will read a blog that infuriates me so much I want to fire off a scorching comment that would effectively end that person from EVER typing another word. I mean seriously.....there are some stupid ass people out there.
So I want you all to solemnly swear that should I EVER write a blog that is TOO introspective or whiny or boring or is a blatant attempt for sympathy to PLEASE call me on it! I don't WANT you to know my innermost thoughts, whining is not in my nature, nothing is boring while there are people in this world and I don't NEED your sympathy. Unless of course, said blog is prefaced by a note warning readers that this blog will be introspective, whiny, boring or a play for your sympathy.
Now let's shake on it!!!
(and is "solemnly" spelled right?! THIS is while we need spell check)
8月7日 dear msnDear MSN,
I can't take it anymore. You never call, you never write, You've been here only 50% of the time or absent altogether.
I thought we were on a breaks so while you were off on one of your little jaunts, I found somebody new, his name is Blogger. He's kind and loving and he's ok with my making changes to him. He's always there. He doesn't just disappear wtih no explanation.
I was packing up your things in readiness to make the transition when you suddenly reappeared. You were all nonchalant, sneaking in, in the middle of the night and settling in just like you never left.
But, oh how you've changed, dear MSN. I feel like I don't even know you anymore.
The next time you just take off, we are through, a girl can only take so much!
And if you are looking for a way to make-up, might I suggest, bringing back my statistics page and rethinking the spell check option?
I DID miss you dear MSN and hopefully we can get past this little upset and continue on happily ever after, but it would behoove you to remember that Blogger is only a mouse click away!!
Welcome home,
Love
Jen
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