Coffee After Wine Is Not Always Fine

Here's a quick tip. I do not recommend having an espresso martini after a couple of glasses of Pinot Gris. Please note that this is not a combination I would normally have on my own. Out with my niece in Hingham, Mass the other night, we got to talking with a small group of folks while waiting for a take out order. Being the kind lot they were, they unexpectedly bought each of us one of these martinis. And not wanting to insult these people, we drank them.

Two days later I am still thinking about this and those little dark beans floating around in my drink. Oh, and did I mention the Tuna Tartar that I ate after the martini? That really was the icing on the cake. Nothing like white wine, vodka, and raw fish. Now excuse me please I'm starting to feel dizzy again.

What's Your Style

The office in which I work has a design style that is known as Brutalist Modern. Ouch! Sounds painful to me. My desk however has a style that is known as Mannillafolderist Messiness. A kinder, gentler style I think, don't you?

April Fool

Boy, that line for the bathroom was long. Thankfully Chewy knocked on the door when she did.

I'm not one to play practical jokes on people. In fact, I think most practical jokes suck. However, I did think of one thing that might give me a chuckle next week on April Fool's Day.

I would love to find a Bigfoot costume and walk across my back-40 property and across the fields behind my neighbor's houses. I'm laughing now just thinking about it. I can just picture them looking out their kitchen windows, yelling for their somone to get them a camera. Oh man, I would pee myself.

There's a good chance however, that I would probably get shot at if I ever attempted this. That's a high price to pay for entertaining myself. Besides, summer will be here shortly and my neighbors will get enough of a scare when I throw on my bathing suit. And since I've gone all winter without shaving, I wouldn't need a Bigfoot costume.*


*Kidding about the shaving, really!

Ladies - This Way

Imagine my disappointment when I followed the arrow and all I found was a toilet.

It's Me, Weally

This is WiiJ. I don't own a Wii, but I have some friends that do and this is the Wii character they created for me. Those who have seen WiiJ say she bears a strong resemblance to me. Although they also agree that the smirk makes my character looks as though she has had a mini stroke. Those two round objects next to the bowling ball are hands. If they were something else, than that would definitely be a misrepresentation.

I Can See Clearly Now

I stumbled out of bed early this morning, walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. I could see! It must be a St. Patrick's Hooley* miracle. But wait a minute. St. Patrick is not the patron saint of nearsightedness. No, that would be St. Bauschandlomb. So if it's not a miracle then what is it? Oh big dummy, you forget to take out your contacts last night. Wonder why?

After chiseling my lenses off of my eyeballs, a process which is not easy to do with contacts that are supposed to be removed before going to bed, I looked down at my blurry hand. "That's not going to be easy to get off", I thought.

I'm thinking my memoir from yesterday's post should have read a bit differently. Perhaps this one can serve as my backup - Shouldn't have had that last beer.

And yes, that fake tattoo is still stuck to my hand, even after trying to scrub it off in the shower. Except now it looks worse.

*Hooley - The American version of a *ceilidh, a Gaelic party with music and revelry.

Six Words

I've been tagged by Hahn of Hahn At Home to do the The Six Word Memoir. This is a tough one.

After much thought and consideration here it is:

Laughed till I peed my pants.

I am tagging the following ladies:

Chewy from The Back Of My HeadBoard because I think she will come up with something very interesting and creative.

OC from Bears Mountain because she is a new blog friend and I'm curious as to what she will say.

Rita and Lyn from Working The Room because I love reading their blogs.

Cristina from A Wander's Thoughts because she has more exciting adventures than I do.

Ronia from Ride 100 because she looks like she is having way too much fun snowboarding in British Columbia.

The Six Word Memoir

The rules are:

1. Write your own six word memoir.

2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.

3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post.

4. Tag five more blogs with links.

5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!

Happy Evacuation Day!

I know Evacuation Day doesn't officially occur until March 17th, but I couldn't wait to start the celebration. It's one of my favorite Suffolk County holidays! And besides, who doesn't love a three day weekend in the middle of March that just happens to coincide with St. Patrick's Day.

Ok, for those of you still confused, here's the low down. In March of 1776 the Continental troops forced the British army to evacuate Boston. In 1901 Evacuation Day was created as an official holiday to be celebrated in Suffolk County, Cambridge, and Somerville.

Even though I do not live in Boston anymore, working there does have some perks. And this is one of them. As is Bunker Hill day in June but that's a topic for another post.

So fire up your muskets and grab a mug of green beer. It's time to celebrate!

Shame on Sally Kern

From the Human Rights Campaign:

Last week, a secret recording emerged of a disturbing speech by Oklahoma Representative Sally Kern stating that homosexuality is a bigger threat to our nation than "terrorism or Islam." Rep. Kern has refused to apologize for her remarks.



This video is truly disturbing. To take action, go to the HRC website or to the Victory Fund.

And as for Sally. Sally, Sally, Sally. Do you realize how ignorant you sound? How foolish? Do you know how many people across the country think you are a hateful, miserable person?

Bargins Galore!

Below are some of the items recently posted on 'Yard Sale' section of the company intranet site where I work. Comments in blue are what went through my head as I read down the list of treasures.

Free Toy - Free McDonald's Happy Meal toy in unwrapped packaging. "Hogsqueal" from The Spiderwick Chronicles.
Oh goody. A free toy worth 3 cents.

Free Old Dog Tags- Leftover 1996 dog tags Do you want one?
Sure. I'll hang them on my Dogwood tree next Christmas.

Free poster showing Dustin Hoffman - "Mr.Magorium's Wonder Emporium" poster, free.
I'd rather have a Bay Watch poster.

Free Halloween candy - One bagful of candy...about 20 items
A whole 20 pieces of free stale candy? Awesome. Can you recommend a free dentist to go with that?

Expired Dog Tags - Free year 2000 metal dog tags in plastic wrappers license number/year on each
Are these more valuable than the 1996 tags because they are in the original packaging?

How To Quilt Book - Topics include: making a baby quilt, sewing placemats, and making a tablecloth.Asking: $5 donation
Great. I'll put that on the shelf next to my How To Watch Paint Dry book.

Free Baked Beans Recipe
The gift that keeps on giving. This one comes with a free bottle of Beano.

Wanted: Irish flute - Want to buy an Irish flute if you have one
This person should contact the Baked Bean Queen above if they are looking for a way to make noise.

What's next? Here would be my contribution:
Five pairs of gym socks with holes
Two slightly used Tupperware containers
Seven buttons of different sizes and colors
A thimble
One can brown shoe polish
Twenty-seven lint balls

Road Trip

Heading out to my old stomping ground this weekend. Off to Boston for a night of fun and frivolity. Of course I plan to drive by my old house. Maybe I'll run into my former next door neighbor(Moms Brawl At Chuck E Cheese Party) and ask her when the next bout is scheduled. In this corner, weighing - better not say. She's bigger than I am and could probably take me. Maybe I'll just leave a pizza and some boxing gloves at her doorstep, ring the bell, and run.

Those Boston girlz are just so rough and tough. That's why I love 'em.

You Don't Pay Me To Spell Correctly (I hope)

Anyone who reads my blog has realized that I am a terrible speller. At work, I have the spell check set to check all my emails right before they are sent. Occasionally, I hit 'accept' for the suggested change when I should have hit 'ignore'. Below is a line from an email I sent out the other day where I should have instructed the spell checker to leave the word 'pagelet' alone.

"Would it be possible for you to create a separate Tab in Portal Test (PT1) with just the Company Directory piglet on it?"

Oh my. Yes, ever the consummate professional, I replied to my error with the following:

"The Company Directory piglet resides next to the Winnie the Pooh pagelet."

At least one person in the office got a kick out of it. As for the rest, they are just happy my contract ends in June.

The Birthday Party Was A Big Hit

From Masslive.com and other on-line sources today:

NATICK, Mass. (AP) — A child's birthday party at a Chuck E. Cheese restaurant is cut short when a fight breaks out between two mothers.Natick police said the mom of the 9-year-old birthday boy apparently became enraged because the other woman's son was "hogging" an arcade game.Sgt. Paul Thompson said 38-year-old Catherine MyFormerNextDoorNeighbor and 33-year-old Tarsha SomeOtherLady, both of Boston, would be summoned into court to answer charges of simple assault and battery stemming from the scuffle.

This story was all over the internet and radio in Boston today. The mom of the 9-year-old birthday boy is my former next door neighbor from when I lived in Boston. Glad I remembered to return her cake plate.

Hey Doll!

I recently got a cute email that was entitled "If You Were A Little Girl In The 70's..". The email described many of the things you may have owned if you were a young female during that wonderful era. Here is one of the items:

I did not own these. Because I wasn't a little bit country or a little bit rock and roll. I was a little bit lesbian. Sure, I had the bike with the banana seat, the Magic 8 Ball, and the soundtrack from Grease. But my taste in dolls was a bit different. I owned this:

I also had Big Jim's buddy Big Josh. They would travel around my room in their Big Jim Camper, complete with sleeping bags and cooking utensils. I don't know if Big Jim and his friend were more gay or if I was. Oh well, at least I never lived in the closet next to a Magic 8 Ball.

A Post Of The Day Thank You!

I want to thank Judd from The Rising Blogger and Hahn At Home for the Post Of The Day Award and for the review. I very much appreciate it. You made my day!