Guess what I'm doing for the first time in months?! I'm grilling on the gas grill! I know, I know...a lot of you do it year round. I don't. I can't. I only have one spot for the grill, and it's in this common area patio for the 3 condos. So, ya see, until very recently this area was buried in about 17 feet of snow. But it's gone. It's alllll gone!
We all know that I'm an anal one and am well, pretty picky and tidy. But for some reason, I did not cover my grill this winter. I have no idea what happened. Okay, that's a lie. I actually do know what happened. It snowed before I covered it...then I thought, "SHOOT! I need to get that covered." Then much like the ADD Song, I probably saw a pigeon or smelled bacon until the next storm.
Then I thought, "Oh I DEFINITELY have to cover that grill." Bacon, pigeons...forgot."
I was scared to start that bad boy up this year. Usually, I take the tank off, close it all up and cover it with the nice cover I bought. Nope. This year the tank stayed on, the snow piled up and everything was exposed to intense freezing and thawing.
Guess what? That dude Weber knows his stuff and it worked like a champ and didn't blow up when I lit it. God I love that smell. Excuse me while I stuff my face.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
A LITTLE TASTE OF IDAHO
Okay, so I'm a tad behind getting this online...but better late than never. The morning I went to see my Mom and Dad, I stopped by the grocery store I used to go to every week with my family for groceries to pick up some things (I made turkey meatballs, my dad hated them).
It's so weird to go back to the place you grew up. I always remember the part of Caldwell, Idaho we hung out in as much bigger...but alas, it's small and well - pretty depressing.
I love my parents...a lot. But I won't live back in Idaho. I love my new home of Maine. I should shoot a video of my new home! Ooooo, good idea. And now, get out your Xanax and enjoy.
It's so weird to go back to the place you grew up. I always remember the part of Caldwell, Idaho we hung out in as much bigger...but alas, it's small and well - pretty depressing.
I love my parents...a lot. But I won't live back in Idaho. I love my new home of Maine. I should shoot a video of my new home! Ooooo, good idea. And now, get out your Xanax and enjoy.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Happy Birthday to Sam!
Happy Birthday to Lincoln!
Both my boys are 10 this week. I tried soooo hard to get them both to pose for a picture, but I think it would be easier to fix the economy.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
JUST ANOTHER SIGN
Went to a really fun birthday party on Friday night. It was for a friend I recently met, so that means that most of the people at this party I would not know. Oh ugh...getting to know new people. I'm actually kinda shy when in new situations, but I do alright "mingling".
The party was a hoot, because it was a pizza party where they made pizzas all night and you could bring your favorite topping! The pizza was delicious! It's a great fun idea and there was lots of activity throughout the East End apartment.
So, as I started mingling, I noticed that some people knew me from the radio, some from other parties...
Topics ranged from "What do you do?" to, "How do you know the birthday girl?" to eventually, "When did you quit smoking?"
Then I noticed something...most of the women I was chatting with had quit smoking and were on the verge of menopause. ME TOO! My God! Is that what life has come to? Chats about how much I miss smoking and how I'm a complete loon because of my hormones? Sad, just plain ol' sad.
The party was a hoot, because it was a pizza party where they made pizzas all night and you could bring your favorite topping! The pizza was delicious! It's a great fun idea and there was lots of activity throughout the East End apartment.
So, as I started mingling, I noticed that some people knew me from the radio, some from other parties...
Topics ranged from "What do you do?" to, "How do you know the birthday girl?" to eventually, "When did you quit smoking?"
Then I noticed something...most of the women I was chatting with had quit smoking and were on the verge of menopause. ME TOO! My God! Is that what life has come to? Chats about how much I miss smoking and how I'm a complete loon because of my hormones? Sad, just plain ol' sad.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
AT LEAST THE COPS DIDN'T HAVE TO COME
One of the things I absolutely hate, is waking up late for work. I have to say that my track record is pretty good. It rarely happens. In fact, the last time it happend 15 months ago, Meredith and Jeff called the police. No kidding.
In November of 2007, I overslept one Thursday morning. They tried to call my cell phone and home phone, but I didn't have the phone in my bedroom plugged in. Plus, I have lived in some heavy traffic areas, and can not sleep without the white noise of a fan. So, fan going + the phone unplugged = call 911.
The police came (this is near 630am now) and pound 28 times on my front door with their billy club (how do I know this? I counted the dents). I finally woke up and staggered downstairs to find my boss on the phone saying, "She's okay!" and a nice officer staring at me like, "This is why I went to the Academy?"
Again, that was 15 months ago. But Friday morning, a morning that I wanted to get into work early - I overslept once again. But this time the phone in my bedroom WAS plugged in (lesson learned) and I got to work as quick as possible! But no shower and out of sorts. For God's sake Lesley Roy came in the studio....look at how awful I look!
In November of 2007, I overslept one Thursday morning. They tried to call my cell phone and home phone, but I didn't have the phone in my bedroom plugged in. Plus, I have lived in some heavy traffic areas, and can not sleep without the white noise of a fan. So, fan going + the phone unplugged = call 911.
The police came (this is near 630am now) and pound 28 times on my front door with their billy club (how do I know this? I counted the dents). I finally woke up and staggered downstairs to find my boss on the phone saying, "She's okay!" and a nice officer staring at me like, "This is why I went to the Academy?"
Again, that was 15 months ago. But Friday morning, a morning that I wanted to get into work early - I overslept once again. But this time the phone in my bedroom WAS plugged in (lesson learned) and I got to work as quick as possible! But no shower and out of sorts. For God's sake Lesley Roy came in the studio....look at how awful I look!
I'm the one with the hat and glasses. Yup. That would be my no shower look. I still feel icky from it. Good thing tomorrow is a holiday, cuz I think it will take me until Tuesday to feel normal again. Oh, and I have no idea why I overslept...noooo clue.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
TYPICAL SUNDAY
Just having your basic Sunday. Chip ice for an hour in the driveway, while doing laundry and making Chicken Schnitzel for dinner -oh and calling 911.
Wha? Oh sure, I get the schnitzel, but what's with 911??! Well, as I was doing laundry, I went to switch the load from washer to dryer and when I went into the basement I was hit with a VERY strong smell of something wrong! Not sure if it was gas or fire!! I didn't see anything, and sniffed around and then decided, not taking any chances...I called 911.
The nice woman said, "Where is your emergency?" And I like an idiot said, (I'm not making this up either) "My house." She said (dripping in sarcasm by the way) "Welll, I don't know where you live."
Anyway, back to the Fire Dept. They came shortly afterwards, went downstairs (which was made for short people) and immediately thought it was a belt gone bad on my washer, and the smell was burnt rubber. Phew.
By the way, I could not have looked more like garbage with my (again, not kidding) "I Love Sanjaya" t-shirt on and sweats. Good God. And these firemen were so rugged and handsome too. Geesh.
All I can say is:
a) thank God it wasn't a fire and b) thank God I wasn't dying my mustache!
Wha? Oh sure, I get the schnitzel, but what's with 911??! Well, as I was doing laundry, I went to switch the load from washer to dryer and when I went into the basement I was hit with a VERY strong smell of something wrong! Not sure if it was gas or fire!! I didn't see anything, and sniffed around and then decided, not taking any chances...I called 911.
The nice woman said, "Where is your emergency?" And I like an idiot said, (I'm not making this up either) "My house." She said (dripping in sarcasm by the way) "Welll, I don't know where you live."
Anyway, back to the Fire Dept. They came shortly afterwards, went downstairs (which was made for short people) and immediately thought it was a belt gone bad on my washer, and the smell was burnt rubber. Phew.
By the way, I could not have looked more like garbage with my (again, not kidding) "I Love Sanjaya" t-shirt on and sweats. Good God. And these firemen were so rugged and handsome too. Geesh.
All I can say is:
a) thank God it wasn't a fire and b) thank God I wasn't dying my mustache!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
WHAT'S YOUR BRAIN AGE?
Wanna know your brain age? I actually don't know what that means, but it's a fun memory game. Now, ignore the Japanese instructions and have fun. Simply memorize the numbers as they display on the screen, then click the numbers from lowest to highest. The faster and more accurate you do this, the better your "brain age". Have fun!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
IDAHO
I'm sitting at JFK for a six hour layover (great itinerary) and thought I'd update you on my quick trip to the folks / smoke-atorium. It was great. I felt like I was at camp for a couple of days (and the kids smoked a lot). We laughed and ate. Those were the two things on the agenda. I made turkey meatballs (my father has a strong hate for anything that is not ground cow). He hated them.
But I also brought a box of Aunti Anne's Pretzels (please see some previous crazy blog I did in October). We made pretzels and I swear, my father consumed them like a meth crazed junkie! It was really fun.
Now, I don't eat red meat...much. I might have a bite here and there, but I avoid it mostly for health reasons. They know that, but thought they'd ask if they could make prime rib for dinner. Uh, I'm no dummy. Yes please. I made Yorkshire Pudding to go with it and it was a feast fit for a king.
I only had two days with them (the other two days were getting there and getting home). It's a quick visit. Two days is actually perfect. But it is a little sad...
My folks are getting old. They limp more than ever...they sit a lot...they forget even more. The other three kids are either mad at them or have stopped talking to them altogether. It's hard to explain my family. We simply aren't a close bunch...really never have been. Weird. My "adopted" family is crazy close. It escapes me. Anyway, I love my mom and dad despite their many flaws and idiosyncrasies. I have forgiven anything that might make me the fourth and final kid to stop talking to them. And I get a little sad everytime I say good-bye.
That's pretty much my trip. We sat around for two days and ate and chatted...and I watched them smoke. Ya gotta love parents.
But I also brought a box of Aunti Anne's Pretzels (please see some previous crazy blog I did in October). We made pretzels and I swear, my father consumed them like a meth crazed junkie! It was really fun.
Now, I don't eat red meat...much. I might have a bite here and there, but I avoid it mostly for health reasons. They know that, but thought they'd ask if they could make prime rib for dinner. Uh, I'm no dummy. Yes please. I made Yorkshire Pudding to go with it and it was a feast fit for a king.
I only had two days with them (the other two days were getting there and getting home). It's a quick visit. Two days is actually perfect. But it is a little sad...
My folks are getting old. They limp more than ever...they sit a lot...they forget even more. The other three kids are either mad at them or have stopped talking to them altogether. It's hard to explain my family. We simply aren't a close bunch...really never have been. Weird. My "adopted" family is crazy close. It escapes me. Anyway, I love my mom and dad despite their many flaws and idiosyncrasies. I have forgiven anything that might make me the fourth and final kid to stop talking to them. And I get a little sad everytime I say good-bye.
That's pretty much my trip. We sat around for two days and ate and chatted...and I watched them smoke. Ya gotta love parents.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT IS
I swear this smiling person with foils in her hair is NOT me. I can't be old enough to have to have low-lights to cover the enormous amount of gray hair on my head. No clue who this very attractive woman is, but I feel sorry for her.
Monday, January 12, 2009
WHERE'S THE ADVIL
Wow. I'm sore. I'm sore all over. My fingernails hurt for Christ's sake. Why? Why am I a bag of 43 year old sore bones? Because Teddy gives crappy Christmas presents, that's why!
Let me explain. Teddy got me 5 sessions with a personal trainer at The Bay Club (which is right in One City Center...it's a gym). Teddy had used Karen after his house burned down, and his girlfriend skipped town. He swore by her and his new thin self said it all. Soooo, he wanted me to share in his good fortune.
Bastard.
My God. Apparently I am worse off than I thought. Karen had me climbing and pushing and pulling and jumping and sweating and panting and wishing I'd never met Teddy. And it was a short session cuz she blabbed for half an hour. By the way, she's fabulous and I see why Teddy is in love.
Thank God it's only once a week...cuz it will take me a full week to recover. Ughhhhhh!
Let me explain. Teddy got me 5 sessions with a personal trainer at The Bay Club (which is right in One City Center...it's a gym). Teddy had used Karen after his house burned down, and his girlfriend skipped town. He swore by her and his new thin self said it all. Soooo, he wanted me to share in his good fortune.
Bastard.
My God. Apparently I am worse off than I thought. Karen had me climbing and pushing and pulling and jumping and sweating and panting and wishing I'd never met Teddy. And it was a short session cuz she blabbed for half an hour. By the way, she's fabulous and I see why Teddy is in love.
Thank God it's only once a week...cuz it will take me a full week to recover. Ughhhhhh!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
NO WAY SAM COULD DO THAT!
I read in the paper today (Drs. Sparrow & Brazelton - Families Today) that cats can kill babies! What the f is that? Apparently cats get really close to their human mom and dads...duh. Well, they get soooo close that they can be jealous of newborns being brought home. In fact (and this is where it gets freaky) they can get so jealous, that some cats will look for the babies mouth and nose and lie on them to smother them!
KILLER KITTIES!!!
Some people have to get rid of their cats before they bring home a newborn (not the right choice in my mind...but whatever). If people decide to keep their cats, they need to keep them out of the babies room or keep a netting over the crib.
Do you know after I read this, I looked at Sam and Lincoln, my cats (they are 10 by the way in March) a little differently. I wondered, could they actually SMOTHER A BABY!?! Maybe cats are murderous. I know it is amazing I haven't fallen to my death down the stairs at 3am when Sam every morning tries to trip me. It's such a routine I can actually avoid him in my sleep. My God...maybe he could be a child killer.
I'll be sleeping with one eye open tonight...
KILLER KITTIES!!!
Some people have to get rid of their cats before they bring home a newborn (not the right choice in my mind...but whatever). If people decide to keep their cats, they need to keep them out of the babies room or keep a netting over the crib.
Do you know after I read this, I looked at Sam and Lincoln, my cats (they are 10 by the way in March) a little differently. I wondered, could they actually SMOTHER A BABY!?! Maybe cats are murderous. I know it is amazing I haven't fallen to my death down the stairs at 3am when Sam every morning tries to trip me. It's such a routine I can actually avoid him in my sleep. My God...maybe he could be a child killer.
I'll be sleeping with one eye open tonight...
Sunday, January 4, 2009
IT'S OVER
Ugh. The saddest shortest day is the last day of vacation. I will miss the little things that ya just can't do with a job. Well, things I DON'T do with MY job. I walked 4 miles every day. Even on New Year's Day with the wind chill factor so friggin' cold I seriously thought that I would come home and find my cheeks black with frostbite. I'm fine.
And a nice breakfast every morning. A poached egg, bacon (turkey bacon...it's close), fruit and a breakfast cake (any sort of breakfast treat like muffin or coffee cake). Just typing out my breakfast for the past 10 days makes me hungry!
I will also miss the 8 hours of sleep - all in a row. Wow, I'm telling ya, there really is something to this sleep thing. It is awesome!! I love it! I woke up this morning around 530am and did some quick math in my head...6 hours sleep. Mmmm, maybe I should try to get another hour. BAM! The next think I know it's 730am and I have drool all over my arm. Ahhhh, another 8 hours.
What the hell was with the drool? Seriously, I had drool all over. Damn, I'm gross. Had to change my shirt I was so grossed out by myself. Now I just think it's funny. Why am I sharing this? THIS is why I shouldn't blog.
And a nice breakfast every morning. A poached egg, bacon (turkey bacon...it's close), fruit and a breakfast cake (any sort of breakfast treat like muffin or coffee cake). Just typing out my breakfast for the past 10 days makes me hungry!
I will also miss the 8 hours of sleep - all in a row. Wow, I'm telling ya, there really is something to this sleep thing. It is awesome!! I love it! I woke up this morning around 530am and did some quick math in my head...6 hours sleep. Mmmm, maybe I should try to get another hour. BAM! The next think I know it's 730am and I have drool all over my arm. Ahhhh, another 8 hours.
What the hell was with the drool? Seriously, I had drool all over. Damn, I'm gross. Had to change my shirt I was so grossed out by myself. Now I just think it's funny. Why am I sharing this? THIS is why I shouldn't blog.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
3 MORE MOVIES!
Okay, this has been a very productive staycation for seeing movies. My first was "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button". Sooooo awesome. Then I saw "Doubt" with Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman. Now, because "Benjamin" was soooo damn good, I thought "Doubt" was good, but the story (about a priest who may or may not have touched an alter boy) just didn't grab me like "Button". Then I saw "Milk."
Wow. First off, it is rare a movie makes me want to be a gay man in the 70's....but anyway. What a facinating person this Harvey Milk was. It was a such a well done movie about his life and how he became the first openly gay man in a pretty major office in San Francisco. And mark my words, it will be Sean Penn's first Oscsar win...hands down. He was simply amazing. Brad Pitt was great as Benjamin Button, but Sean Penn was mesmorizing as Harvey Milk. He was awe inspiring.
That movie made me want to be an activist. It was a tie for first place between "Milk" and "Benjamin Button" for what movie I liked best. Then I saw "Slumdog Millionaire." We have a winner.
Now, it may be because I saw it last, but "Slumdog Millionaire" is one of the best movies I've ever seen...period. I realized the thing that has been missing from most movies I see is a great story, and "Slumdog" is a great story. It's about a kid in India who is one question away from winning millions on the Indian version of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" He is accused of cheating and in explaining how he knew all the answers, we learn about his life.
I laughed, I cried...I was emotional. It's the kind of movie that sticks with you for a couple of days after...lingering....tugging. I was unable to sleep last night thinking of that movie. Well that and the fact that my Christmas cold finally got here.
So, let's review this rambling blog about movies. Go see:
"The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"
"Milk"
"Slumdog Millionaire" and if you have money and time left over
"Dout"
If you are not completely moved by "Slumdog" well...I don't know what to tell ya. I found it amazing. Now...where's my Nyquil. I like taking it during the day.
Wow. First off, it is rare a movie makes me want to be a gay man in the 70's....but anyway. What a facinating person this Harvey Milk was. It was a such a well done movie about his life and how he became the first openly gay man in a pretty major office in San Francisco. And mark my words, it will be Sean Penn's first Oscsar win...hands down. He was simply amazing. Brad Pitt was great as Benjamin Button, but Sean Penn was mesmorizing as Harvey Milk. He was awe inspiring.
That movie made me want to be an activist. It was a tie for first place between "Milk" and "Benjamin Button" for what movie I liked best. Then I saw "Slumdog Millionaire." We have a winner.
Now, it may be because I saw it last, but "Slumdog Millionaire" is one of the best movies I've ever seen...period. I realized the thing that has been missing from most movies I see is a great story, and "Slumdog" is a great story. It's about a kid in India who is one question away from winning millions on the Indian version of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" He is accused of cheating and in explaining how he knew all the answers, we learn about his life.
I laughed, I cried...I was emotional. It's the kind of movie that sticks with you for a couple of days after...lingering....tugging. I was unable to sleep last night thinking of that movie. Well that and the fact that my Christmas cold finally got here.
So, let's review this rambling blog about movies. Go see:
"The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"
"Milk"
"Slumdog Millionaire" and if you have money and time left over
"Dout"
If you are not completely moved by "Slumdog" well...I don't know what to tell ya. I found it amazing. Now...where's my Nyquil. I like taking it during the day.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
MOVIE REVIEW "BENJAMIN BUTTON"
Went and saw my first movie on my winter staycation. I hope to see a ton of them! I saw "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button". Let me put this in a way you will totally get. Jeff would HATE the movie and Meredith would LOVE the movie.
I loved it! I thought it was soooo good and I couldn't help but think that it had a "Titanic" feel to it. Not in the story at all, but in the grandness of the movie. Love or hate "Titanic", you cannot deny that sucker was a huge grand movie.
"Benjamin Button" has that same feel. It's a beautiful movie, in both the story and the look of the movie. And I don't think I have ever said this before, but Brad Pitt was amazing and perfect for this movie.
I can only hope the other movies I hope see are half as good. (oh Christmas was good too!)
I loved it! I thought it was soooo good and I couldn't help but think that it had a "Titanic" feel to it. Not in the story at all, but in the grandness of the movie. Love or hate "Titanic", you cannot deny that sucker was a huge grand movie.
"Benjamin Button" has that same feel. It's a beautiful movie, in both the story and the look of the movie. And I don't think I have ever said this before, but Brad Pitt was amazing and perfect for this movie.
I can only hope the other movies I hope see are half as good. (oh Christmas was good too!)
Sunday, December 21, 2008
CAN'T BEAT THEM, JOIN THEM
Broke out the ol' snow shoes this weekend. Seemed liked the thing to do with this amazing snow! I'm loving it on the weekend! Not sure I'll be as happy tomorrow morning around 2am before work.
Anyway, back to the snow shoes. This is the thing that ripped off the back of my heel last year and I could feel it rubbing it, but I survived.
Now, about snow shoeing...IT'S HARD! My God, I huff and puff like I'm 90! I go with my BFF (so I can be sure to have a witness to my exhaustion). At one point she was saying something to me like, "Isn't the snow pretty?" And I was seeing stars from being completely wiped out plus, sooo cold and sweating - all at the same time.
My BFF repeated, "Isn't the snow pretty?" 5 times before I understood what she was trying to tell me. I explain this as SSBD or Snow Shoe Brain Damage. I think I pulled a muscle out there and that muscle is the gray one inside my skull.
Thank God for the Patriots kicking total butt!
Monday, December 15, 2008
IT'S HERE! THE AMAZINGT SNOW SCOOP!
Christmas has come early in the Voornas household! The Amazing Snow Scoop (or the Amazing Rip-Off) has come! I read an article in the paper a few weeks back about this sled looking scoop with a wheel! It's apparently suppose to make life SOOO much easier when it snows. I'll be the judge of that.
Now all I need is snow! Not too much snow, 4 inches and below please. After that we have someone come and plow out the condo. Check out my new Amazing Snow Scoop!
I just got it and have to put the wheel on the other side...that cardboard thing is extra blades (yes...I bought extra blades!) Okay everyone...wish for snow!!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
ICE STORM GUILT
The second ice storm. 10 years ago I was on the hill in a different spot and uh, I didn't lose power...not even a flicker. This ice storm I'm still on the hill (that's Munjoy Hill) and again, I didn't lose power.
I know, I know. I'm sorry. Hell, Teddy STILL doesn't have power! (by the way, he is REALLY sick of all the bad luck).
Everyone I know lost power. I swear, every single person. I haven't said a thing because...well - I have power! I have a shower, I have tv, a computer, fridge, stove...my God I love power. I am not even going to mention how pretty the storm was, cuz that might get me lynched.
I hope to God no one asks me if I lost power...cuz I might be forced to mumble or even lie!
I know, I know. I'm sorry. Hell, Teddy STILL doesn't have power! (by the way, he is REALLY sick of all the bad luck).
Everyone I know lost power. I swear, every single person. I haven't said a thing because...well - I have power! I have a shower, I have tv, a computer, fridge, stove...my God I love power. I am not even going to mention how pretty the storm was, cuz that might get me lynched.
I hope to God no one asks me if I lost power...cuz I might be forced to mumble or even lie!
Monday, December 8, 2008
THAT WAS VERY PLEASANT
The first Saturday in December is reserved for my "crazy" friends of friends from Connecticut. There are 7 of us and we bombard Freeport with shopping and eating as our only goals. We always start nice and early, break for the buffet at the Harraseekett Inn and then BAM it's back out to shop. We end with stuffing our pie holes at home - this time it was taco night.
This year I was certain there would be a less festive feeling in the air because of the economy. I know I did more window shopping than actual purchasing, and I didn't pay full price for anything.
But, the retail workers were amazing. Rose at Burberry's was soooo nice. April at Polo Factory - hello, she's like family now. Even the gang at Horny Toad was above and beyond (would have remembered their name but was entering shopping coma by that point).
I have heard horror stories about how mean customers AND retail workers have been. That's too bad. I even had cramps and could muster up a smile and a "hi". I just don't get why some people have to be douche bags - it's the holiday season for cripes sake! I wanted to give some shout outs to everyone who made my big ol' Freeport shopping day a great, fun day!
This year I was certain there would be a less festive feeling in the air because of the economy. I know I did more window shopping than actual purchasing, and I didn't pay full price for anything.
But, the retail workers were amazing. Rose at Burberry's was soooo nice. April at Polo Factory - hello, she's like family now. Even the gang at Horny Toad was above and beyond (would have remembered their name but was entering shopping coma by that point).
I have heard horror stories about how mean customers AND retail workers have been. That's too bad. I even had cramps and could muster up a smile and a "hi". I just don't get why some people have to be douche bags - it's the holiday season for cripes sake! I wanted to give some shout outs to everyone who made my big ol' Freeport shopping day a great, fun day!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
DID I MENTION IT WAS SNOWING?!
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Did I mention it was snowing?
Did I mention it was snowing?
Saturday, November 29, 2008
THANKSGIVING 2008
I went down to NH to spend Thanksgiving with my "adopted" family. It's where I've spent the last 17 Thanksgivings. It was a wonderful time, made even better by Teddy coming with! My adopted family is my bff's family who have taken me in pretty much since I moved to Maine.
We invited Teddy because his family is all the way down in Boston, and we wanted him to come with us. Plus...I wanted to hang out with Teddy to pick his brain. He was recently laid off from his full time slot to part time. That would by why you now hear Ryan Seacrest in the afternoon. I can't get into exactly how I feel, but let me just say that we are all very disappointed with this decision and devastated at the loss of one of the greatest radio guys ever.
But this blog is about Thanksgiving...one of the best holidays ever. It revolves around food and you don't have to buy any presents.
Teddy and I had a great time. He's like a brother to me. I actually have two brothers, but feel closer to Teddy than my actual blood brothers. My favorite part about Teddy is that he really cracks me up. I love that about him...so I laughed a lot this Thanksgiving. And now my "adopted" family wants him to come for Christmas.
I did learn that wine, turkey and pie adds up to this:
My God...could this photo be more unflattering? And watch the hand Teddy McKay! I don't care if your hours have been cut! I would have to count this Thanksgiving in the top 5!
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