Weirdest Thing I've Seen on Amazon lately:
The Peepee Teepee for the Sprinkling WeeWee:
(Now I'm kinda hoping for a girl first)
Product Features
* Changing a baby girl is not all glitz and glory. Changing a baby boy is an even bigger horror story-until now!
* Simply place the soft cloth cone over his wee-wee (aka "penis" for non-parents) during diaper changes to avert a sprinkling.
* 100% cotton powder blue pee-pee teepees with cute airplane and cloud illustrations and they come bundled in a miniature cotton laundry bag.
* Fully machine washable and re-usable (joy!).
* The ultimate diapering accessories for boys; the perfect addition to any baby shower gift!
Funny comments:
great idea and love it, July 31, 2006
Reviewer: The Walkers "New mommy and Daddy" (Houston, Texas)
What else to say but they are fantastic. So much easier to clean verses the changing table cover, your clothes, babies clothes, a towel, socks, and whatever else was nearby.
The only down fall for us was that at 6mths our son realized he had something down there and started pulling them off and trying to eat them. We have since had to take our chances at diaper change time since we can no longer use these fantastic teepees.
Best Deal I've Seen on Amazon Lately:
$30 Instant Savings on Huggies Products
Save $30 at checkout when you spend $99 or more on select Huggies, Pull-Ups, and Goodnites products. Just spend $99 or more on any combination of select Huggies, Pull-Ups, and Goodnites products offered by Amazon.com and use this promotional code at checkout: HUGGIE3O. This offer applies only to Amazon.com purchases made between January 1 and January 31, 2007. Applies only to products sold by Amazon.com. Does not apply to products sold on our site by third-party merchants or through third-party areas such as Amazon.com Marketplace, Auctions, or zShops.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Children of Men
See it!
It is very good. I saw it in theatres around Christmas and hadn't ever heard of it before, but it sounded interesting. Check it out for yourself. Intriguing premise, the movie grips you straight through, only wish it would have been 10 minutes longer. It seemed a little too short and they could have gone a bit further with it, but all in all an excellent film. Clive Owen is awesome.
It also made me want to have a baby before 2009! Maybe I'll have one in '08...they are pretty cute and stuff.
It is very good. I saw it in theatres around Christmas and hadn't ever heard of it before, but it sounded interesting. Check it out for yourself. Intriguing premise, the movie grips you straight through, only wish it would have been 10 minutes longer. It seemed a little too short and they could have gone a bit further with it, but all in all an excellent film. Clive Owen is awesome.
It also made me want to have a baby before 2009! Maybe I'll have one in '08...they are pretty cute and stuff.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Everyone Loves Double Ds
How do I know? Personal experience!
There are definitely different types of DDs, but the best kind are the ones I made an example of this New Year's Eve: the Designated Drivers. Everyones loves them!
A big group of us celebrated the stroke of a new year at a pub near Beacon Hill last weekend.
I decided I'd be the designated driver of the night and I never had so many drunk friends. Drunk friends (and strangers) love to tell you how "awesome" a DD is, and one guy I just met (who didn't know I wasn't drunk) told me how "amazing" I am. Twice. Now I don't think he was trying to get in my pants, and he didn't need a ride, and we hadn't even talked for that long, but it was clear to him that I am amazing. 
Perhaps it was my crazy fun necklace that I got from a Boston Common vendor, or maybe it was the fact that I wasn't passed out over the bar or blowing an annoying horn all night, but he was convinced I was amazing, and frankly, I agree with him. I was having a good hair day that night. I dunno. He was also convinced that he knew me from somewhere and declared that to be true twice that night. Although I assured him I hadn't met him before, he did look a bit familiar, like someone on TV or something.
Another great type of Double D is New England's favorite coffee, Dunkin Donuts. The Hub and I stopped by the infamous Dunks across from the Common (on the north east side, cause they're on almost every block) to grab some warming agents before our trek to the bar. I got my favorite: a small vanilla chai and we braved the wind and semi-cold before walking past FOX 25 news cameras by the State House (among crazy already-drunks who feel it is their mission to make it on TV even if they look like a blubbering idiot) and down the Hill along Bowdoin Street.
One DD we didn't have to contend with were the Deep Drifts of winter--wait is that what season we're in now? Tomorrow is supposed to be 64 degrees in Boston. El Nino isn't too El Bado (so far).
Another notable Double D is this site that I don't fully understand, but if you're rich or just really nerdy you probably do. Go ahead, play with the graph, it's fun.
And if you ever wanted to know and are quick with HTML tags the techie definition of DD is: The "dd" tag defines the description of a term in a definition list.
Another form of DD is a draft dodger, which could either be a person or a home product that keeps you warm.
Well. that's all I got on the topic of Double Ds...and you thought I was going to talk about boobs, didn't you?
There are definitely different types of DDs, but the best kind are the ones I made an example of this New Year's Eve: the Designated Drivers. Everyones loves them!A big group of us celebrated the stroke of a new year at a pub near Beacon Hill last weekend.
I decided I'd be the designated driver of the night and I never had so many drunk friends. Drunk friends (and strangers) love to tell you how "awesome" a DD is, and one guy I just met (who didn't know I wasn't drunk) told me how "amazing" I am. Twice. Now I don't think he was trying to get in my pants, and he didn't need a ride, and we hadn't even talked for that long, but it was clear to him that I am amazing. 
Perhaps it was my crazy fun necklace that I got from a Boston Common vendor, or maybe it was the fact that I wasn't passed out over the bar or blowing an annoying horn all night, but he was convinced I was amazing, and frankly, I agree with him. I was having a good hair day that night. I dunno. He was also convinced that he knew me from somewhere and declared that to be true twice that night. Although I assured him I hadn't met him before, he did look a bit familiar, like someone on TV or something.
Another great type of Double D is New England's favorite coffee, Dunkin Donuts. The Hub and I stopped by the infamous Dunks across from the Common (on the north east side, cause they're on almost every block) to grab some warming agents before our trek to the bar. I got my favorite: a small vanilla chai and we braved the wind and semi-cold before walking past FOX 25 news cameras by the State House (among crazy already-drunks who feel it is their mission to make it on TV even if they look like a blubbering idiot) and down the Hill along Bowdoin Street.
One DD we didn't have to contend with were the Deep Drifts of winter--wait is that what season we're in now? Tomorrow is supposed to be 64 degrees in Boston. El Nino isn't too El Bado (so far).Another notable Double D is this site that I don't fully understand, but if you're rich or just really nerdy you probably do. Go ahead, play with the graph, it's fun.
And if you ever wanted to know and are quick with HTML tags the techie definition of DD is: The "dd" tag defines the description of a term in a definition list.
Another form of DD is a draft dodger, which could either be a person or a home product that keeps you warm.
Well. that's all I got on the topic of Double Ds...and you thought I was going to talk about boobs, didn't you?
Friday, December 29, 2006
Mele Kalikimaka
Fantasy Football:
Santa appears to be open on the sideline, but the Grinch may not be able to get the ball to him!
I found this website, uglychristmaslights.com where you submit overly done, crazy, odd or just plain ugly Christmas displays every year and it proved to be so entertaining I thought I'd share. Some of the sayings below the pics had me cracking up.
Cutout Takeover:
After everyone goes to sleep, the cutouts plot how to take over the town!
Confused:
Santa? Check. Bicycle? Um... check. Parachute? Huh, what?
Reindeer Discrimination:
Grazers to the left, everyone else to the right.
A job for Jack Bauer:
The inflatables wouldn't budge on their demands, so the plastic figures just had to stand around and wait to see what happened.
Icicles Down:
And the icicles were not draped over the garage with care...
Roaming:
Oh give me a home, where the electric deer roam...
There were a lot of other funny ones but I had to edit it down. If you see some you liked send me the link and I'll add it on if it's good!
*Suggested by Jen:
Pray for the Camel:
We've come here today to pay our respects to this poor beast of burden.
Santa appears to be open on the sideline, but the Grinch may not be able to get the ball to him! I found this website, uglychristmaslights.com where you submit overly done, crazy, odd or just plain ugly Christmas displays every year and it proved to be so entertaining I thought I'd share. Some of the sayings below the pics had me cracking up.
Cutout Takeover:
After everyone goes to sleep, the cutouts plot how to take over the town!Confused:
Santa? Check. Bicycle? Um... check. Parachute? Huh, what?Reindeer Discrimination:
Grazers to the left, everyone else to the right.A job for Jack Bauer:
The inflatables wouldn't budge on their demands, so the plastic figures just had to stand around and wait to see what happened.Icicles Down:
And the icicles were not draped over the garage with care...Roaming:
Oh give me a home, where the electric deer roam...There were a lot of other funny ones but I had to edit it down. If you see some you liked send me the link and I'll add it on if it's good!
*Suggested by Jen:
Pray for the Camel:
We've come here today to pay our respects to this poor beast of burden.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Horoscope
Who climbs and schemes
for wealth and place?
And mourns his brothers
fall from grace–
But takes what's due, in any case
—Safe Capricorn
Birthday Horoscope:
Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
They say that opposites attract, but the people who appeal to you most today will be those who are on the same wavelength as you. People with different viewpoints and attitudes won't interest you. Differences are usually quite intriguing to you, but right now your inner self is avidly seeking comfort and validation that what you feel and think is right. Obey this need, and don't feel guilty if you just don't want conflict right now!
Capricorn, whose constellation is known as Capricornus, is one of the oldest of the astrological interpretations. Ruled by Saturn, its symbol is the goat. This is sometimes depicted as a sea borne hybrid or Dolphin. The image is often an animal with the body of a goat and the tail of a fish. In one tradition the image represents the god Pan transforming into a sea creature. A representation, perhaps, of the extremities found within this Astrological sign.
The Capricornian is generally a serious character possessing a wry sense of humor. Independent, steady as a rock, Capricorn reflects earthy qualities that range from clever to vacuous. Mostly cautious, confident, strong willed, reasonable and hard working, Capricorns are a rock upon which to build. They are often aloof, shrewd, practical, responsible and persevering. They are capable of great endurance; a whatever it takes, for as long as it takes persistence. Reliable in any profession they undertake, but lacking in originality, they usually excel in following up on what someone else has started.
for wealth and place?
And mourns his brothers
fall from grace–
But takes what's due, in any case
—Safe Capricorn
Birthday Horoscope:
Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
They say that opposites attract, but the people who appeal to you most today will be those who are on the same wavelength as you. People with different viewpoints and attitudes won't interest you. Differences are usually quite intriguing to you, but right now your inner self is avidly seeking comfort and validation that what you feel and think is right. Obey this need, and don't feel guilty if you just don't want conflict right now!
Capricorn, whose constellation is known as Capricornus, is one of the oldest of the astrological interpretations. Ruled by Saturn, its symbol is the goat. This is sometimes depicted as a sea borne hybrid or Dolphin. The image is often an animal with the body of a goat and the tail of a fish. In one tradition the image represents the god Pan transforming into a sea creature. A representation, perhaps, of the extremities found within this Astrological sign.
The Capricornian is generally a serious character possessing a wry sense of humor. Independent, steady as a rock, Capricorn reflects earthy qualities that range from clever to vacuous. Mostly cautious, confident, strong willed, reasonable and hard working, Capricorns are a rock upon which to build. They are often aloof, shrewd, practical, responsible and persevering. They are capable of great endurance; a whatever it takes, for as long as it takes persistence. Reliable in any profession they undertake, but lacking in originality, they usually excel in following up on what someone else has started.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Dating for Beginners
Looks like David is catching up to the skills of my cats--he too can use a computer. Check out this posting he recently created in the hunt for a *gasp* babyfriend! ID is not old enough yet...but as Godparents the girl must meet our critical standards as well as his 'rents.
Don't let him grow up too fast! BTW I love the last line and the ceiling interests part.
TOO funny!
Since my girl is too young right now I guess he can play the field for a little bit. Just make sure he doesn't get any kind of baby "germs" from other girls or he won't be as cute.
Don't let him grow up too fast! BTW I love the last line and the ceiling interests part.
TOO funny!
Since my girl is too young right now I guess he can play the field for a little bit. Just make sure he doesn't get any kind of baby "germs" from other girls or he won't be as cute.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Poll of the Month: Home for the Holidays?
Where will you be for the Holidays this year? Christmas is a time to travel and/or spend time with loved ones. Some people hate it, some love it, and where you spend it has a lot to do with which side you lean toward. So vote here and, if you'd like, be more specific in the comment section.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
The War on 'Tara'
How much of a traitor I really am...
America is caught in a time of great crisis. Never before has she faced such a menacing threat to the freedoms she upholds. Terrorists swarm around her on all sides, threatening with their evil plans. And yet there are many, inside America as well as out, who are actually rooting for the terrorists to win.
Perhaps you are one of these terrorist sympathizers. Or maybe you are a true American patriot. There is only one way to find out for sure, and that is to take this quiz. Answer HONESTLY, no deceiving, and at the end you will find out how much of a traitor you are. Good luck.
America is caught in a time of great crisis. Never before has she faced such a menacing threat to the freedoms she upholds. Terrorists swarm around her on all sides, threatening with their evil plans. And yet there are many, inside America as well as out, who are actually rooting for the terrorists to win.
Perhaps you are one of these terrorist sympathizers. Or maybe you are a true American patriot. There is only one way to find out for sure, and that is to take this quiz. Answer HONESTLY, no deceiving, and at the end you will find out how much of a traitor you are. Good luck.Your 'Do You Want the Terrorists to Win' Score: 83%
You are a terrorist-loving scoundrel who hates our dear leader and the values he defends. There are few redeeming qualities about you. You most likely celebrated when the evil-doers hit us on 9/11, then opposed the Iraq war when we tried to pay them back. You hurt us at every step and cause troops to die in the field by questioning Bush's decisions. You are most likely a lost cause, doomed to be a brainwashed victim of free thought and liberalism forever. No dose of Ann Coulter's prose can save you now.
Do You Want the Terrorists to Win?
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz
Thursday, December 07, 2006
You be the judge
It seems quite obvious where David gets his different faces.
From studying Mom & Dad of course!
The resemblance is uncanny.
From studying Mom & Dad of course!
The resemblance is uncanny.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
And I Hear Him Every Night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from....
I hear him every night. Him being my mysterious neighbor with the can't-be-good-cough.
He’s got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shards
They’re the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
I rarely, if ever, see this guy. Actually, I can't recall his face and I've been living here since the summer.
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me
He's a quiet guy, and other than knowing where he lives, and that he has a helluva cough, I don't know much about him.
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide
'Cause I’ll never never sleep alone
I barely hear him at all except some weird scurrying up and down his stairs, and during the occasional late night when I hear him hacking up a lung.
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Is such to die for
I imagine him to be a recovering smoker.
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from....
I feel as if one night I may have to call an ambulance or something; he gets so bad sometimes.
Oh lord
Said I’m, Said I’m, Said I’m
Said I’m bloodshot for sure
And then the hacking turns to silence.
Pale runs the ghost
Til I'm merely
Swollen on the shore
everynight
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
I hope he gets better...
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
'Cause I’ll never never sleep alone
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from....
I hear him every night. Him being my mysterious neighbor with the can't-be-good-cough.
He’s got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shards
They’re the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
I rarely, if ever, see this guy. Actually, I can't recall his face and I've been living here since the summer.
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me
He's a quiet guy, and other than knowing where he lives, and that he has a helluva cough, I don't know much about him.
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide
'Cause I’ll never never sleep alone
I barely hear him at all except some weird scurrying up and down his stairs, and during the occasional late night when I hear him hacking up a lung.
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Is such to die for
I imagine him to be a recovering smoker.
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from....
I feel as if one night I may have to call an ambulance or something; he gets so bad sometimes.
Oh lord
Said I’m, Said I’m, Said I’m
Said I’m bloodshot for sure
And then the hacking turns to silence.
Pale runs the ghost
Til I'm merely
Swollen on the shore
everynight
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
I hope he gets better...
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
'Cause I’ll never never sleep alone
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Simba & Darla's Whisker Wishes
Simba & Darla may look lazy here, but they are getting smarter and smarter every day. Why just today Simba lowered the blinds down all on his own while Darla thought it helpful to trim the new hanging plant in the living room with her razorlike claws.They have now learned how to use the computer and compiled this little Christmas list for their purring pleasure.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Hear You Me
My Friends
There's no one in town I know
You gave us someplace to go
I never said thank you for that
Thought I might get one more chance
You know how you get those emails about friendship and not taking people for granted and living life to the fullest? Well when I rec'd this message last Monday it struck me more than any of those fwds ever could.
A young woman passed away. I felt for her because of the unfairness, I felt for my friends who went to school with her and were in plays where she was the lead. She hadn't yet turned 30. She was living her life and then quite suddenly found out she was going to die soon. Way too soon. I was at work when I got this email, and was trying to finish some stuff before I went home early because my head hurt pretty badly. It had been like that last week too, and I had told my boss I was going to leave early since I didn't feel well. I ended up sticking through the day since it was pretty busy. Same thing happened the next day. Damn headache again, I thought, but when it recurred again the following Monday I grew weary of it. Then I got this email, finished a few tasks that I wanted to get done, and hightailed it out of there. When it comes to your health you really shouldn't mess around. This is probably nothing, but I felt better staying home about nothing and resting my aching head than staying the course at work in pain that o.d.ing on aspirin wasn't really helping.
I called my doctor who scheduled an MRI and slept the rest of the week until Thanksgiving. My head still hurts, but not as badly. I'll go take the MRI next week. The news (below) of this girl really made me think. If a doctor told you you had less than 2 weeks to live, how would you feel? What would you do? What regrets would weigh you down? Which friends would you want to spend time with during those precious last days? Why are those last days so precious; why not today? Why not everyday?
I thought about it, let it fester for a few days. I don't really have any regrets. Real regrets that is. Sure, there are small things I would probably do differently if given the chance, but I'm ok with myself, my choices. I would only lament the things I looked forward to doing. I lament this girl's unfinished life. It's such a cliche saying but so true, that life's too short. Too short for the bullshit that goes on everyday. Too short for the wasted feelings, wasted time. I felt better knowing that I'm happy with whatever I have, whatever I don't have, whatever I've done; I'm happy at this very moment.
Are you?
what would you think of me now?
so lucky
so strong
so proud
never said thank you for that
now I'll never have a chance
-----Original Message-----
From: Woodworth
Sent: Monday, November 20, 2006 7:39 AM
To: public
Subject: Lisa Richardson
For any staff member who may have known Lisa Richardson, (Timberlane, Class of 1995) or who was fortunate enough to see her perform as a member of the Timberlane Players in the days prior to the PAC, we regret to inform you that Lisa passed away on Sunday morning. She was a uniquely gifted performer, and a fun-loving, witty and caring young woman. The following details of her illness and the arrangements for her wake and funeral were given to me this morning.
For anyone who was not aware, Lisa was admitted to the
hospital about a week and a half ago with a severe
headache, which turned out to be a large inoperable
and cancerous brain tumor. She spent the last 9 days
in a coma and then she passed this morning November
19th 2006 at 9:30 am.
Keep her family in your thoughts now during what must
be the most unbearable moments of their lives.
Wake: Tuesday, 11/21/06. 2:00 to 4:00 and 6:00 to 9:00
PM. Brookside Funeral Home.
Funeral: Wednesday, 11/22/06. 11:00 AM Mass at Holy
Angels Church, Plaistow, NH.
Directions and further information is available at the
following website; www.brooksidechapelfh.com.
In lieu of flowers, please consider donating to the
Lisa Richardson Fund c/o K. of C. 6617, P.O. Box 589
Plaistow, NH 03865. This fund is being set up to
provide an annual scholarship to the most promising
actor or actress at T.R.H.S. in Plaistow, NH. This is
the program that allowed Lisa to begin her love affair
in theater.
*************************************************************
If you were with me tonight
I'd sing to you just one more time
A song for a heart so big God couldn't let it live
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
There's no one in town I know
You gave us someplace to go
I never said thank you for that
Thought I might get one more chance
You know how you get those emails about friendship and not taking people for granted and living life to the fullest? Well when I rec'd this message last Monday it struck me more than any of those fwds ever could.
A young woman passed away. I felt for her because of the unfairness, I felt for my friends who went to school with her and were in plays where she was the lead. She hadn't yet turned 30. She was living her life and then quite suddenly found out she was going to die soon. Way too soon. I was at work when I got this email, and was trying to finish some stuff before I went home early because my head hurt pretty badly. It had been like that last week too, and I had told my boss I was going to leave early since I didn't feel well. I ended up sticking through the day since it was pretty busy. Same thing happened the next day. Damn headache again, I thought, but when it recurred again the following Monday I grew weary of it. Then I got this email, finished a few tasks that I wanted to get done, and hightailed it out of there. When it comes to your health you really shouldn't mess around. This is probably nothing, but I felt better staying home about nothing and resting my aching head than staying the course at work in pain that o.d.ing on aspirin wasn't really helping.
I called my doctor who scheduled an MRI and slept the rest of the week until Thanksgiving. My head still hurts, but not as badly. I'll go take the MRI next week. The news (below) of this girl really made me think. If a doctor told you you had less than 2 weeks to live, how would you feel? What would you do? What regrets would weigh you down? Which friends would you want to spend time with during those precious last days? Why are those last days so precious; why not today? Why not everyday?
I thought about it, let it fester for a few days. I don't really have any regrets. Real regrets that is. Sure, there are small things I would probably do differently if given the chance, but I'm ok with myself, my choices. I would only lament the things I looked forward to doing. I lament this girl's unfinished life. It's such a cliche saying but so true, that life's too short. Too short for the bullshit that goes on everyday. Too short for the wasted feelings, wasted time. I felt better knowing that I'm happy with whatever I have, whatever I don't have, whatever I've done; I'm happy at this very moment.
Are you?
what would you think of me now?
so lucky
so strong
so proud
never said thank you for that
now I'll never have a chance
-----Original Message-----
From: Woodworth
Sent: Monday, November 20, 2006 7:39 AM
To: public
Subject: Lisa Richardson
For any staff member who may have known Lisa Richardson, (Timberlane, Class of 1995) or who was fortunate enough to see her perform as a member of the Timberlane Players in the days prior to the PAC, we regret to inform you that Lisa passed away on Sunday morning. She was a uniquely gifted performer, and a fun-loving, witty and caring young woman. The following details of her illness and the arrangements for her wake and funeral were given to me this morning.
For anyone who was not aware, Lisa was admitted to the
hospital about a week and a half ago with a severe
headache, which turned out to be a large inoperable
and cancerous brain tumor. She spent the last 9 days
in a coma and then she passed this morning November
19th 2006 at 9:30 am.
Keep her family in your thoughts now during what must
be the most unbearable moments of their lives.
Wake: Tuesday, 11/21/06. 2:00 to 4:00 and 6:00 to 9:00
PM. Brookside Funeral Home.
Funeral: Wednesday, 11/22/06. 11:00 AM Mass at Holy
Angels Church, Plaistow, NH.
Directions and further information is available at the
following website; www.brooksidechapelfh.com.
In lieu of flowers, please consider donating to the
Lisa Richardson Fund c/o K. of C. 6617, P.O. Box 589
Plaistow, NH 03865. This fund is being set up to
provide an annual scholarship to the most promising
actor or actress at T.R.H.S. in Plaistow, NH. This is
the program that allowed Lisa to begin her love affair
in theater.
*************************************************************
If you were with me tonight
I'd sing to you just one more time
A song for a heart so big God couldn't let it live
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving!
I guess the wild neighborhood turkey is smarter than I thought. I haven't seen him around for a while, actually since August or September. Good move since some people will do anything for a free Thanksgiving turkey. Shaw's has this special: spend an exorbitant amount of money from October something to November whatever and receive a free turkey and some fixings! I got sucked into their promotional game last time when you spend a lot and get 20% off your next bill. I was friggin' 2 measly points away from that one and it sucked spending over $100 on the next shopping trip knowing I was so darn close to saving a good amount of money.
So this time I didn't play into their free turkey tricks--mainly because I haven't needed to shop for groceries that much lately, and I'm going to families' houses for the holiday so I don't need to buy the bird.
Here is a crappy picture of the wild turkey after he ran over my lawn and crossed the street to the neighbor's house. Oh, how the cats loved it!
In the meantime don't eat like a pig tomorrow, yet don't be wasteful, as your parents always told you, "think of the starving kids who would love to have those leftovers." Bono does and so should you.
That concert BTW was the best I've ever gone to. U2 rocks. Thanks again Jen for that awesome present!!
So this time I didn't play into their free turkey tricks--mainly because I haven't needed to shop for groceries that much lately, and I'm going to families' houses for the holiday so I don't need to buy the bird.
Here is a crappy picture of the wild turkey after he ran over my lawn and crossed the street to the neighbor's house. Oh, how the cats loved it!In the meantime don't eat like a pig tomorrow, yet don't be wasteful, as your parents always told you, "think of the starving kids who would love to have those leftovers." Bono does and so should you.
That concert BTW was the best I've ever gone to. U2 rocks. Thanks again Jen for that awesome present!!
Sunday, November 19, 2006
From Boston to Tahiti
I've always wanted to go to Tahiti and since Theo hasn't yet taken me, I decided to go without him. Transportation was graciously provided by The Wicks, so we all went together and even took the little guy. It was a great time complete with a live fire show. The locals do it up right.
Before we went to Tahiti we all went to downtown Boston to do some shopping and eating at Fanueil Hall. We searched high and low for a new (first) winter hat for David (shown here) since it's started to get a bit chilly (~50 degrees). Friday it was in the sixties here; unusually warm for New England this time of year, but I love it.
Princess Sophia & I found an awesome new store called Funusual and barely made it through the first aisle before we needed to get going (the boys waited outside and the littlest one started to fuss). They had such great and unique stuff that it was hard to leave.
Even though it's not yet Thanksgiving they had a bunch of Christmas stuff, and a group of people playing the bells out in front of the Hall stairs. It sounded very good. There were also breakdancers and the old Native American performers (regulars to Quincy Market).
When we were done perusing the carts and stores we grabbed some good eats inside FH Marketplace, stopped at one more store and then walked back through the Commons to go home and get ready to depart for our trip to Tahiti.
The sunset heading west was soft and sweet.
And downtown looked nice as always.
It took a while to get to Tahiti, but it was well worth it. I would suggest everyone go at least once in their life, and if you want some company, I'm game.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Going on a Treasure Hunt!
X marks the spot.
3 lines down
And a question mark.
Spider going up,
Blood dripping down.
Cool breeze, pfh, pfh,
Tight squeeze.
This Saturday I'm going to be traversing all over Boston as a chosen participant in the "Great Diamond Hunt"!
I'm so excited because
1. It'll be a ton of fun
2. Only 200 people were chosen to take part in this and
3. The Grand Prize is a $25,000 diamond ring.
4. The 10 other prizes are $200 gift certificates to E.B. Horn, New England's last family-owned jewelry store of its size.
I love treasure hunts--I made one up for my friend, Mia, freshman year that led her all around our dorm to find her birthday present. That was pretty fun as I imed her clues when she got stuck, and hid in Jesse & Josh's room when she came looking for me (a bit perturbed if I remember correctly, though jokingly so).
Jesse helped out when she asked where I was by telling her I was in the best looking guy on the floors room...much to his offense she did not go directly to his room, and by the time she did I was hiding (trying not to giggle) in his closet. Tee hee hee!
Anywho, this hunt should be fun as well. It starts in Boston Common with a map and some clues and should lead each 2 person team to different romantic and historic sites all over the city in the search for little boxes with a diamond ring in them (fake I imagine). If we are the lucky 10 to find said treasure we get the real loot at a dinner later that night. During the day they will text message more clues via cell phone.
I am bursting with anticipation for this event. I don't need another diamond ring, but I have someone in mind who I would give it to, and the gift certificate would be cool too.
There's even a cute legend about a lost diamond engagement ring and the proposal that never was due to the untimely death of James Ernest Fitzgerald.
I better go brush up on my Boston history!
3 lines down
And a question mark.
Spider going up,
Blood dripping down.
Cool breeze, pfh, pfh,
Tight squeeze.
This Saturday I'm going to be traversing all over Boston as a chosen participant in the "Great Diamond Hunt"!
I'm so excited because
1. It'll be a ton of fun
2. Only 200 people were chosen to take part in this and
3. The Grand Prize is a $25,000 diamond ring.
4. The 10 other prizes are $200 gift certificates to E.B. Horn, New England's last family-owned jewelry store of its size.
I love treasure hunts--I made one up for my friend, Mia, freshman year that led her all around our dorm to find her birthday present. That was pretty fun as I imed her clues when she got stuck, and hid in Jesse & Josh's room when she came looking for me (a bit perturbed if I remember correctly, though jokingly so).
Jesse helped out when she asked where I was by telling her I was in the best looking guy on the floors room...much to his offense she did not go directly to his room, and by the time she did I was hiding (trying not to giggle) in his closet. Tee hee hee!
Anywho, this hunt should be fun as well. It starts in Boston Common with a map and some clues and should lead each 2 person team to different romantic and historic sites all over the city in the search for little boxes with a diamond ring in them (fake I imagine). If we are the lucky 10 to find said treasure we get the real loot at a dinner later that night. During the day they will text message more clues via cell phone.
I am bursting with anticipation for this event. I don't need another diamond ring, but I have someone in mind who I would give it to, and the gift certificate would be cool too.
There's even a cute legend about a lost diamond engagement ring and the proposal that never was due to the untimely death of James Ernest Fitzgerald.I better go brush up on my Boston history!
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