Martini Cartwheels

Mobile blogging from CT, where I am casino hopping. Came out ahead yesterday at Mohegan Sun, although it took me till 1:30am to do so. Off to Foxwoods!

I think this is a little blurry but I decided to post it anyway. This is a cropped picture of a spider web that was on a small tree. And since it has been raining here forever, the web was wet.

T his article was on boston.com today. I took the liberty of summarizing it here and adding my comments, which are shown in red: Call it the Medford Muncher. Or the Furry Phantom [ or Nay Nay ]. For nearly two years, a beaver has caused problems for Medford residents [ I know how troublesome those beavers can be - I had one give me problems for nearly 10 years ]. “The first time I saw that thing, I thought it was a bear,’’ [ that's one scary beaver ]. Despite an appreciation for the creature’s wild presence, a handful of neighborhood residents have tried repeatedly to solve the beaver problem, twice installing “beaver deceiver’’ piping [ you shouldn't deceive the beav ]. And yesterday, an effort to get trapping licenses to capture the animal stalled, with the beaver nowhere to be found [ they just don't know how to find it ]. An environmental group felt it had to protect the beaver [ can you imagine a world without beavers? ]. Beavers aren’t as active at this time of ye

Ok, who out there knows the word we use in Western Mass for the ice cream truck? You know, the one that drives around the neighborhood in the summer, blaring The Yellow Rose Of Texas chords through the speakers, causing little kids to come running full throttle into the street. I was surprised these even still existed. I saw one last night driving around my sister's neighborhood. And best of all, in addition to the new Dora The Explorer Bar, they still have Rocket Pops. If you look at the picture below, you can see the name above the windshield. Yes, that it correct - it is called a Ding Dong Cart. And the person driving? Why, the Ding Dong Man of course.

Maybe the Queen CD wasn't such a good idea for a birthday present.......

I started working flex hours, a temporary schedule for a few weeks during the summer which allows me to work longer days Monday through Thursday and take Fridays off. Prior to starting this schedule, I had made a doctor's appointment in Boston (my 6th month dermatologist appointment - thank you Bain de Soleil lady for encouraging me to damage my skin, you bitch). So I got up at 4:15 AM and drove the 70 miles to Boston to my appointment and to visit my friends at my old job at City Hall. The highlight of the day was lunch at Regina Pizzeria in the North End of Boston, which has been around since 1926. We order 4 pizzas and I almost cried when I bit into the ricotta and spinach pie. So, so good. I spent several hours with my old co-workers. I really miss working with these folks. They are such great people. And if it wasn't for the residency rule regarding employment with the City of Boston, I would happily do the commute. Western Mass is my home, but Boston will always hold a s

Things today that made me feel old: I received a text at 6:30pm for an invite over to some friend's house for martinis and a bonfire. I said no - I still had to take a shower and by then it would be too late . When I attempted to shave my armpits, I couldn't see them. They live too close to my face and can't be moved forward and backward like a menu. I worked in the yard all afternoon. And now I need a case of IcyHot. I opened a bottle of red wine instead of a beer. I'm really looking forward to going to bed.