tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71811462010-02-05T11:37:05.622-08:00All bourbon can be whiskey, but not all whiskey can be bourbon.mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635702346784360890noreply@blogger.comBlogger720125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181146.post-76781850952335758812010-02-05T11:27:00.000-08:002010-02-05T11:37:05.633-08:00

Imagine, instead of a slope, this is my house and, instead of poles, they are my plants. Substitute skis for anything made of paper and your vision is complete.

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Blogger decided to stop supporting FTP publishing, which means I have to spend time figuring out what I'm going to do next. I don't want to spend any time on this, so we'll see how it goes. I do have until March (or February?), so I should be able to squeeze in two entries before then.

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Do you know what this says to me?It's OK- I'm Asian!I mean, which is more Asian? Placing the sticker or taking a picture of the sticker?Yay!

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I'm not a big fan, because I can't say what I really want without worrying that I'll offend someone I really know. Like, know in person. As in, they can come and actually slap me across the cheek or speak to me in a sharp tone while squinting and shaking their head out of pure disgust.I get enough of that already.So, Hardly-Facebook and Not-Really-Twitter... regarding my relationship status?

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But don't you think any town in the northeast would cover weather, using such terms as "epic," if it were 80° on January 5th with 5'-7' swells and a light offshore breeze?And? AND? Driving to work, I see the same woman every morning. Sometimes I see her walking up the hill and sometimes I see her at the top of the hill, but I see her everyday. She likes to wear a big, floppy hat and black

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Crazy, driving, sideways rain, accompanied by 45-95 mph winds &#x2713(Side note: the storms last for 2-4 hours and then the sun comes out, like, "What? What are you talking about? Rain?")Tornados spotted in SB, HB and NB &#x2713Bad hair &#x2713Flooded streets (as well as my garage) &#x2713Mudslides and downed trees &#x2713New channels reporting that the storm we should get in about an hour is

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The Kitten experienced his first two earthquakes this week. The Cat could see them coming and would let you know they were on the way, but they blindside Al-Ḥalīm Netanyahu. He ran under the bed for his first and jumped on my face around 4am to let me know about the second. I wouldn't have minded so much, had his wonky thumb nail not taken out my eyeball. I'll be hiding out in the house today so

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Why doesn't my oven want to cooperate when I try to cook, but always works well if a white man comes over and uses it?

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Get out!AS OF JANUARY 1ST AT 11:59AM, THIS EVENT IS SOLD OUT!This event is completely sold out and the race office is not accepting any further entries. Please register for another event ASAP!I was on top of my game, checking to see when the mud run registration would go live. I sent a text to my running partner on New Year's Eve Day, the first day it opened, and reminded him to register. (I

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I consistently pick products with the verbiage "renewing," "age defying" or "rejuvenating" when purchasing any type of lotion, facial gobbledygook, toothpaste or deodorant.

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I finally saw Revolutionary Road last night and I can't get the image of Kate Winslet's Frodo feet out of my head.I'm really trying, but they're still there... big as ever. Yep. Still there.

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At least with a kitten you have only about a year before she gets big and just wants to sit staring at you like you’re a dumb ass. Not like a kid who spends the first two years peeing or puking on things, then about 8 years breaking stuff or writing on it, then spends the next 15 years sitting around staring at you like you’re a dumb ass. [Oldest Daughter] is already in that period. It's funny

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I put up lights this year. I got those teeny little white lights and some teeny little blue ones, too. I can't stand the icicles or multi-colored big bulbs, so know I shopped for weeks trying to find these things. They're up and on the deck, which is something I haven't done in years, because it's not so much the celebration of Christmas as it is of global warming.

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I still use a water bottle when Al-Ḥalīm Netanyahu acts up. It might have been OK for cats to jump on counters in the day of the caveman, but it's considered crossing the line ever since modern man invented the tampon. It's been a rainy week, but today it's absolutely pouring and isn't letting up. The kitten can't tear himself away from the windows and can't imagine what those plants must have

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I don't bother cooking dinner for myself on the weekdays. (I get home too late and don't have anyone to do the dishes.) Eating fast food, picked up from a window, makes me feel gross, so, instead, I eat a lot of Trader Joe's fast food, not picked up at a window. That makes me feel somewhat less greasy and much more vegan, even when I'm eating smoked salmon. Also, most of their fast food says

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I've been moisturizing with raw shea butter for about two months now and my face is as soft as a baby's ass. You'll have to trust me, as the Internet has yet to satisfy my need to share texture, but it's really soft. Really.

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I don't care who (or where) you are, everyone can find a few free hours.

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but I'm just a neat freak:

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I have been taking Ciprofloxacin, which is for sick people who also happen to have borderline personality disorders: it will help push you over the edge or make you want to fight to live a normal life in which a nice bearded man shovels snow off your front walk while you, inside and next to a fireplace, sip on a hot totty, use a cushion made of hundred dollar bills to prop up your head and watch

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Walking to to my car that night, the fire felt closer:And maybe it was the ash that set off this whole spiral of death. I am sick. SO SICK. I haven't felt like this in God knows how long, because I don't typically get really sick. Sure, I've had colds, a runny nose, headaches, coughs, sinus infections and the like, but I've never had all of that AT ONCE, along with an aching body- that gets

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Out by the Ortega.

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Had a piece of chocolate cake for lunch. I don't really like chocolate, so I ate a lemon square to cleanse my palate. Hating yourself is quite fun.

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