tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143074062008-07-02T18:22:53.063-04:00that's a peach, honannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-35928565629958196132008-07-02T18:16:00.003-04:002008-07-02T18:22:53.098-04:00who you gonna call when your windshield's busted?
Whoever owns this car is in for a sad surprise. This morning there was a huge branch sticking out the back window, thus explaining the shattered glass. By 5:30 p.m., someone had kindly removed the branch and left what appeared to be a note on the dude's front windshield. Though I wasn't brave enough to peek at the note, I'm guessing it said something like "Bummer."annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-63414648476766215102008-06-27T10:26:00.002-04:002008-06-27T10:28:28.028-04:00my pee would stink, but I'd surviveI love asparagus, so I found this news heartening -- should I be forced to live on Mars: Martian soil could support life.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-59704916603372319012008-06-23T19:43:00.005-04:002008-06-23T19:48:44.594-04:00what's up chuck?
I'm worried about our cat. Poor thing has been throwing up a lot. Some times she'll hack up 2 or 3 times a week. Our vet has us trying a variety of things, so I guess we'll eventually figure it out. At least she's still her loving, gorgeous, well-mannered self.
*Glamour shot of Isobelle taken by our good friend, Didier.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-49641774582785217232008-06-20T09:12:00.000-04:002008-06-20T09:13:50.290-04:00the highs & lows of commutingThis morning on my way to work, as I waited for a light to change, I saw two little dickie birds "kissing". Actually, they were sharing a piece of bread, but their tiny beaks mashed up as they passed the bread back & forth. It was so sweet.
Not even a mile later a Masshole came really close to hitting me as he cut me off -- so that he could then go through a red light. Honestly, I was hoping annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-36398374268347678142008-06-18T12:51:00.003-04:002008-06-18T13:00:02.172-04:00the highs & lows of framinghamQuick errand to the Stop & Shop at lunch today. As I was parking my car, another guy came roaring into the lot blasting "Eye of the Tiger". I waited until he got out of his car (an old, generic, shitty midsize). It was a middle-aged guy with a big gut and his company building's access card around his neck.
After my shop, walking out to my car, I see the car next to mine is a gorgeous new Jag annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-22510606077718749812008-06-17T19:56:00.006-04:002008-06-18T13:02:37.942-04:00a lot more than just books at the libraryMy library book group just wrapped up our season, and will now take a summer break (although as we were walking out, there was some chatter about possibly meeting in July or August).
I should clarify and say I'm in 2 groups: the contemporary book group at the Main Library in Cambridge, and another one comprised of young professional women.
I have no hesitations in saying that the library groupannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-56296001041100847612008-05-27T12:44:00.004-04:002008-05-27T12:54:17.010-04:00some things are better left in the 80sSunday night, Richard and I went to see the new Indiana Jones movie. But first we had dinner at our favorite restaurant, Wagamama, and then ice cream at Lizzy’s.
And while waiting in line for my two scoops, I had my first throwback of the evening. In front of us was a gaggle of coeds, flirting with each other and being typical college kids. Very normal, except for one guy, who I swear must have annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-29810258066969314312008-05-07T15:47:00.005-04:002008-05-07T16:15:18.719-04:00four-fifthsOur world just might be a better place if someone like this suddenly disappeared forever:
original photo source: Houston Chronicle/Johnny Hanson photo
story source: pic of the day at Gawker.comannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-35105894350789172312008-04-28T10:05:00.005-04:002008-04-28T10:09:04.382-04:00woo-hooRichard gives a good account of our zipline experience. It rawked:
annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-69228731662545660332008-04-25T21:49:00.005-04:002008-04-25T21:59:13.820-04:00zip-piddy-doo-daWhat do you do when you celebrate your 12th wedding anniversary? Well, you go ziplining, of course!
Sparky and I are off to the White Mountains of New Hampshire tomorrow morning, where we shall see just how strong those cables are.
Assuming we survive and that all the shite has been scared out of us, we'll relax with a nice massage at a local spa.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-67595149238105573902008-04-23T22:40:00.002-04:002008-04-23T22:42:11.676-04:00up and running40 minutes of outage. Well, I managed to read a chapter in my book. So that's nice.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-26609995659543362232008-04-23T22:10:00.002-04:002008-04-23T22:22:04.316-04:00lights outDamn. Willy Wonka was just about to tell Charlie that he was giving him the chocolate factory when zappo, the electricity went out. Poor Charlie.
Sucks for me too, because now I'm relying on a crappy linksys wireless connection to surf the web. And I'll be lucky if my laptop battery has another hour, although by then, I'm going to bed anyway.
So what is this? Only seems to be a small area annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-39943743192296264072008-04-18T15:34:00.004-04:002008-04-18T15:36:34.072-04:00spring has sprung
Friday afternoon, long week. How much do I wish I were outside right now, rather than in my cube?annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-90809434007681349652008-04-15T15:14:00.002-04:002008-04-15T15:16:57.565-04:00we interrupt this regularly scheduled program...The NFL just released this season’s schedules, and the Cleveland Browns will have FIVE nationally televised games — the most ever for my beloved team.
I can barely sit still about this. Richard thinks I’m crazy for talking football four months before the season starts. And he’s right, I’m a bit over the top — I admit to setting an alarm reminder in Lotus Notes for 2pm today, which is when the annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-54124204770422849192008-04-09T16:19:00.007-04:002008-04-09T16:53:07.233-04:00they call me fruityI’ve decided to be an apple:
You Are an Apple
You are strong, powerful, and even a bit stubborn at times. You have enough strength to help those around you in trouble.You are adventurous and charming. Many people are drawn to you. You love life, and you enjoy traveling the world. You enjoy fine food, art, and culture.People have accused you of being a snob, but that's not accurate. You do annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-79557290997161173752008-04-08T11:37:00.001-04:002008-04-08T11:39:29.876-04:00first in flightI, for one, praise the EU’s recent decision to allow the use of cell phones on flights over Europe. Let the Europeans dabble with the resulting air rage incidents first, before the FAA and our crack US air marshals get a chance to really screw it up.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-49933831018131909612008-04-07T10:04:00.001-04:002008-04-07T10:06:01.350-04:00that's handyHeading westbound on the Pike, about a mile and a-half before the Weston tolls, there's a big dot-matrix sign overhead, encouraging drivers to sign up for a Fast Lane account.
The problem is that the sign says to sign up at the Registry of Motor Vehicles in Watertown at Exit 17, which you just passed a half-mile ago.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-43861727107125777982008-03-31T20:03:00.010-04:002008-04-01T06:32:26.814-04:00stuck in the middle
In his blog, Richard tells two great stories here and here of our Whole Foods experience this past weekend. As much as my eyes roll at his ranting, I’m right there with him when it comes to mocking the entitled, up-their-own-ass asses who fill the aisles. And sure, I’m partially one of them, having fallen for the hyped crap about organic, non-hormone, non-preservative food being good for you.
annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-58231403135466003392008-03-26T22:16:00.002-04:002008-03-26T22:33:02.671-04:00i read that bookI'm a reader. I don't work out, I don't have artsy craftsy sorts of hobbies. I just sit on my ass and read books or watch crap tv.
But my point tonight is not really about the reading thing except to say that I'm in 2 book groups, and until tonight, I never told group 1 how old I am. I knew that I was the oldest, but I look young, so I figured I'd just blend.
But in a conversation about havingannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-32396445789752613712008-03-23T19:45:00.003-04:002008-03-23T19:49:48.440-04:00March European vacation part 3: ciao (warning: lengthy post)14 March. In typical Richard-Anne travel fashion, by Day 2 we had finished seeing everything in Bellagio and the upper Lake region. And we did have the rental car. So we decided to go to Como — the city, not the body of water.
Having the kitchen in our apartment, we made a box of pasta – yes, freshly made pasta on every corner in Italy and we make the box kind – then hit the road.
Replay annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-46518407324408951352008-03-19T21:34:00.003-04:002008-03-19T21:51:44.873-04:00march european vacation part 2: salve!12 March. Arrival in Milan was your typical Richard-Anne stress event with the rental car: he drives because it’s stick shift, I have to read the map. I suck at map reading, he gets mad, I get tense. Somehow, about an hour later, we’re in Bellagio. And it’s beautiful.
Parking is a problem. We steal a sweet spot in a pay lot, but it’s down by the lake. Our rented apartment: up about 40 cobbled annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-12262016198272353622008-03-19T19:39:00.005-04:002008-03-19T19:50:00.508-04:00musta been the glare coming off those library booksTime: 6:30pm today
Weather: cloudy, raining
The scene: inside the Cambridge main library at the check-out desk, a middle-age, nice-looking dude, bald with a baseball cap, stylin' jacket, jeans, sneakers. Wearing aviator sunglasses.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-36343297891741539492008-03-16T11:05:00.009-04:002008-03-16T13:00:58.828-04:00march european vacation part 1: aye, nots'badJet lag is taking its toll on my blogging efforts today. Not feeling so creative in the writing department. But, will have a go and post in parts.
West Yorkshire, England: 7-12 March. So much green space, fields, sheep and cows. The people are hearty, good and fun-loving ... although the accent can cause ear strain. I tried hard to include articles in my sentences and refrain from sounding like annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-66753199678870674102008-03-01T18:31:00.003-05:002008-03-01T20:08:55.009-05:00see for yourselfI was at the eyeglass place in Harvard Sq tonight, getting my glasses adjusted. As I waited, there was a woman trying on specs. She found 3 frames she liked, but told the sales guy she wanted to think about it, and asked him to note her favorites so that when she came back, she could try them again. The guy was very nice and wrote down the names/IDs of the frames.
Then, she asks him: "Are you annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307406.post-29472668246494496442008-03-01T16:37:00.006-05:002008-03-01T17:13:13.772-05:00vintageOne of my favorite radio stations around here is FNX. The music they play, in my day, would have been called "alternative." I don't know wtf they call it now. I listen to their morning show on my way to work. And frankly, 20 years ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of listening to this shite that Richard mockingly calls the Morning Zoo. So maybe I've mellowed. I like their schtick, I share their views annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233035725236678628noreply@blogger.com