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Well, I've jumped on the meme bandwagon with this random little collection of bits concerning yours truly. May attempt Kath's proposed topic next.Five Things You Probably Never Knew About Me:1. My nose is plastic. Well, for the most part. (Never sass someone who is 4 times your size and has anger management issues.)2. I was just two belts away from black belt status in taekwondo when my partying

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So yeah, we're snowed in. 3 days and counting. I realize how much I love living in an old, walkable neighborhood at times like this. Need a shovel? Just walk a couple blocks to the ACE. Need milk? Well, hop on down to Papa's Grocery. I can't imagine what the suburbanites are doing now....probably suffering from a major case of cabin fever. That, or desperately trying to maneuver their SUVs over

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Ha Ha! I just checked my traffic stats at sitemeter and learned that someone happened across my blog by searching for "communal shower women." I have a feeling this eager little seeker of hot shower action wasn't too thrilled to arrive instead at these oh-so-important rules of gym etiquette (which I hope you will all take to heart).Of course, maybe I just have a dirty mind and someone out there

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Last weekend the H and I went on a little trip to the animal shelter just to "take a look-see" at the potential kitty friends for ol' Willy. We told ourselves we'd just go have a look around, chat with the shelter people and then take what we'd learned home with us to make a rational decision about when and where to best acquire Willy's playmate.Well, then we met Oscar (who, at the time was named

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So, I've been slackin' this week ya'll. Sorry. I shall return from this weekend fresh and full of new, tantalizing blog material. If I'm lucky. For now, however, I am virtually consumed with myspace. I was alerted to the fact that some old friends had pages, which of course link to other pages, which link to other pages... Apparently, my notion that myspace was only for tweens was mistaken.

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Is this as repulsive to you as it is to me?What's next Lil' Sleaze? "Wet -N- Tasty" hotwings?

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About 10am yesterday that whole creeping ache thing started in my knees and elbows. By 11, I was feeling a little delirious, my throat was on fire and my repeated attempts at swallowing were largely unsuccessful. I magically drove myself home, arrived unscathed, promptly put on my warmest sweats and my ski socks, and spent the rest of the night splayed out on the couch. So yeah, I'm sick.I used

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Well, we all know that no one cares what we had for lunch, but I want to know whether you are ever embarrassed about your lunch. I'm finding that the contents of my lunch bag are becoming increasingly odd, perhaps a little terrifying to the casual observer. It's not uncommon for me to experiment with combinations of ingredients that may seem just a bit unnatural to others (e.g. black beans

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I must apologize for the obscene length of yesterday's post. I was all riled up about the TV thing there for a minute. But the rest of our trip to Maui was fabulous. Spent lots of time laying on the beach and by the pool sipping cocktails, went snorkeling and boogie boarding, drove most of the coastal highway and took in the sights, and ate lots of wonderful, if pricey, local foods. I must

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What would you say if an old friend, who happens to be an executive producer of multiple television programs, asked to send a couple of his colleagues to Hawaii to film part of your vacation for a new television series? What would you say if those people were planning to comp multiple, pricey activities for the privilege of taping you doing them, and to buy you a nice lunch for your troubles?

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Phew! Finally off the plane and back at home. Just yesterday, I was boogie boarding my butt off, sipping mai tais on the beach and lunching on the freshest-of-the-fresh seared ahi. Now I'm lazing my butt off, sipping hot tea and blocking out the gray 40 degree day.Ahhh vacation...how I love thee. And miss thee already.I'll try to get some photos up this week.In the meantime, you should mosey on

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Aloha!Posts will be infrequent for the next week, as I am here! Taking the infamous Road to Hana today. Photos forthcoming.

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Vote Yes on Referendum I people. You simply must.That this is even an issue, and that it must still be presented carefully (it's only basic legal rights...marriage is still just between a man and a woman...don't worry, "they" aren't being treated the same as "us"...you heteros are still special and the sanctity of your union preserved, etc.), makes me vomit. But Ref I is something. And given

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Finally, my long-standing request to my family that we end the whole christmas gift-giving charade was accepted! And happily so! To what do I attribute this sudden breakthrough? The winds, perhaps? Solar flares? Butterflies flapping their wings in South Africa? I know not. I do know, however, what a complete relief it is to be able to simply avert my gaze from all the obnoxious advertisements (

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All I want for christmas.

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An amusing entry on page 160 of The Associated Press Stylebook (2004):milquetoast Not milk toast when referring to a shrinking, apologetic person. Derived from Caspar Milquetoast, a character in a comic strip by Harold T. Webster.

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This morning I was running a bit late for my spinning class at the gym, and therefore had no time to get a locker for all my shit before the class began and had to lug my massive gym bag, purse, work clothes, etc into the room with me. My tardiness required me to take one of the bikes on the front row, which I generally avoid because I prefer to spare the folks on the back row a 60-minute

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Some observations:5 days in San Antonio is 3 days too many.90% of people on any given airplane are either drunk or teething.85 degree days + rooftop pool = shirking of conference-going responsibilities.5,000 calories are easily ingested daily when one consumes tex-mex cuisine and mojitos for every meal.

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Ok. Remember how I said I had a running list of words and phrases so foul that, in my mind, they should never be uttered?On NPR just a bit ago, one of the commentators described Carl Sagan's voice as "creamy." My friends, please spare the world this ignominious adjective - it degrades us all. Another word, of a similar breed, that should be avoided at all costs - "milky." Just don't do it. I

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An open letter to ignorant listserv members everywhere:Dear ignorant listserv members everywhere:What the fuck is the deal with presumably intelligent folks like you not grasping the concept of a listserv or the associated rules of etiquette? I swear to sweet baby Jebus I'm about to flip my shit if another one of you posts something resembling this eternally perplexing question that was posted

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We've decided that little Willy needs a playmate. Yesterday, over many many adult beverages, the H and I came up with a list of potential names: Lorenzo (aka Loz), Horatio, Glenn, Waylon, Sugarlump, Chunkernoodle, plain ol' Noodle, Flannigan, Young Flannigan, Cornelius, Bandit, Henry, Brisket, & Coe. Personally, I think it's gotta be Waylon (even though our Willy isn't truly named for THE

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One of an extremely lengthy (totally subjective and conceivably completely irrational) list of words, phrases and titles that should never be uttered due to their general repulsiveness, shoddy construction, &/or the images, rhymes or songs they evoke: Ponzi scheme.Someone on NPR this morning described a shady investment deal by using this offensive phrase and it has since taken a seat for a spell

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So, for the last several months, I have become increasingly annoyed with my current mode of transportation - a huge Nissan pickup with a "topper" ( I hate that word). You see, I'm a rather small person and this truck is just, well, large. I had had my eye on a couple alternatives, but not in any real way. That is, until boredom struck at work last week and I started combing Craig's List and

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The H, on the landlord's repainting of our dilapidated, splintery, structurally unsound front porch:"Why the fuck did he bother? It's like gilding a turd."

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Wanna feel old? Ask a group of 25 college freshmen to name their favorite band of all time and observe what ensues.I'm "co-mentoring" a class of said freshmen, presumably to assist them in making the transition from the comfy land o' high school to the big scary world of college. Due to the vast cultural gulf that separates us, though, I'm wondering how much I can really offer up in the way of

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The H has a new job. At one of those too-techy-for-their-own-good type places. One of those places that has experienced uninterrupted success since the beginning and thus feels compelled to shower its employees with lavish and unending perks. Such perks include free-flowing starbucks all day long, troughs of fresh fruit sprinkled around the office, as much complimentary chocolate and soda as

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This morning, everything was blanketed in a dense fog, limiting my line of sight to about 1/2 block or so. On a *normal* day, I would have rejoiced in the coming fall weather and thought about stuff like foliage and hot chocolate. But today, the fog paired with disturbing, somewhat inappropriate 9/11 "anniversary" coverage on the morning news, made me realize that I've once again fallen into my

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The answer is most certainly Cirque du Soleil's Delirium, if the question is: "what is the most fabulous of all fabulous shows to attend when celebrating a romantic occasion at which one has the opportunity to view the hottest eye candy in all the land and get all lovey dovey feelin' and stuff?". Wow, so that's what 0.25% body fat actually looks like on a mere mortal! The show was beautiful. And

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Out of sheer frustration with my complete lack of mad e-skillz and my inability to fix the color and resolution of my own header, I've reverted back to one of the cookie cutters. Perhaps someday when I find 28 hours of free time, I'll try to make this thing decent once and for all.Heading to Cirque du Soleil's Delirium tonight with the H to celebrate 3 years of marriage. Should be odd and pretty

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My boss had a sweet little cat named Burt, who was only about 2 years old. He died last night, after a long weekend of illness punctuated yesterday by acute kidney failure. You see, apparently certain insecticides the exterminator uses to spray your house for bugs are LETHAL to cats and some dogs. And apparently they don't find this a fact worthy of sharing with their clients prior to dousing

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OK, so this may be like "so 5 months ago" or something, but what the fuck has Kenny Rogers gone and done to his face? Specifically, his eye/forehead region. Let me preface this by explaining the undying flame of love I hold in my heart for Kenny. It's not that I totally dig his music or anything (although there are a couple classics I've been known to play every now and again). But I grew up

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Man, I've been having a hard time bringing myself to post as of late. I'm in some sort of stress-induced funk and feeling like kicking some ass - anyone's really - and kicking it good.My (precious little) free time lately has been filled with the consumption of stiff adult beverages, the smoking of copious amounts of cigs and the shirking of much-needed sessions at the gym. Oh, and, the eating

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Holy shit, it's hot in Phoenix.We had a great weekend with some good friends exploring the suburban hinterlands that constitute P-to-the-X, most all from the safety of an airconditioned automobile. Did you know many people there refer to themselves as "Phoenicians"?Ate lots of good food, saw lots of cacti (and more "W" bumperstickers than we could count) and had our first IKEA experience. I

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23.The number of days it took from the date of the burglary until our claim was settled. 4-6.The number of additional days they say it'll take for us to receive the flippin check. 35.The percent depreciation per year that they figure on CDs. 1.The number of minutes it will take me to find a new insurance company and cancel my policy with these bozos, once the claim check is received.

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As I try to get my header in order!Any tips? Pass em on.

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"Whatcha doin'...diggin' for gold?"That's what my dad would've said had he witnessed my activities last night.I'm a clean person. Which is to say, I thoroughly enjoy/respect/expect cleanliness. In all its manifestations. Everywhere.Which is why, when the H expressed years' worth of pent-up longing for the opportunity to obtain a kitten, I had to weigh my love for him against my fervent desire

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In an effort to expand the list of shows at which we are the oldest fogies in attendance, the H and I went to Death Cab for Cutie last night at the Fillmore. It was really a great show. The crotchety old lady that I am, I suggested we show up about an hour late, under the assumption that an 8pm show time meant Mates of States would take the stage about 9 and Death Cab some time near 11. But I

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I've taken it upon myself to compile a short list of rules of etiquette for my fellow gym patrons. Apparently, it is a widely held belief that a communal shower/locker room is to be treated precisely like one's own home. I sincerely believe that if we all stick to these few simple directives, the gym experience will be vastly improved for everyone.1. Old Spice is not ok boys. For anyone. Ever

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When did everyone get so goddamn sensitive intolerant? And helpless?Perhaps it's because I come from hearty German stock and I actively cultivate my own sense of sarcasm, but I'm generally not offended by things I consider to be part of daily life - things like nudity, profanity, brutal honesty, sexuality... or rock 'n' roll for that matter.Not to say I'm never offended. Believe you me, I am.

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The H, always relatively cheery regardless of the shit storm a'brewin in the rest of the world, even managed to find joy in the endless filling out of paperwork that our recent *incident* required.the H: (gingerly filling in the blanks) You know, I really kind of like filling out forms.me: (astonished and slightly irritated) Are you for real?the H: (in all seriousness) Yeah, I mean, it's

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I eat pretty much all day long at work.I generally package my food for the day in increments of about 100 calories (not to exceed 500 or so) and then munch my way through the day starting round about 9am.Among my favorite mid-day snacks - Laughing Cow Garlic & Herb Cheese Wedges. These little babies pack an amazing punch for a mere 35 calories, although the tradeoff is a serious case of ass

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I work a few blocks from the Coors Brewery, and it is rather stinky, what with all the hops and whatnot. Stinky on most days that is. Some mornings the brewery emits olfactory hues not unlike scrambled eggs (with pepper), and it's kind of sick because the smell of stale beer on those days actually makes me hungry.Today, an entirely new scent is wafting from its towers - the unmistakable smell

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I'm torn. In just one week, our place was robbed and our neighbor two doors down had his car stolen...both in the middle of the day. Last year, there was a whole mess of rapes in the neighborhood, the perpetrator of which was finally caught two blocks from our house. We got a report from the city showing the unbelievable amount of theft and other crime in our neighborhood over the past several

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You know how on all those insurance commercials, there's some kindly chap standing in the wings after a tornado, fire or other disaster with a blanket in hand (and sometimes even a teddy bear or a thermos full of hot chocolate) waiting patiently for the chance to bring a little ray of sunshine into the lives of the traumatized?Yeah..well, that's a big fat load of crap. Not that I'd really want

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Turns out there is at least one good thing about having your house burglarized.You see, a couple credit card statements were out in clear view when the bastards infiltrated. And because we weren't sure whether they saw/photographed/copied the card numbers, we could either: a) pay the cards in full and close the accounts for good, thereby eliminating 2 of the 3 remaining credit cards in our

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I pull up to my house after going to the gym on Wednesday night and notice two cop cars parking on the street behind me. The po's file out of both cars and head toward me."Stay back ma'am," one says, all serious-like, as I approach the stairs leading to our front door."We got a call from a Mr. C K, and we don't know if anyone is still in the house."I'm like...what? huh? C K is my husband.

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Hey......what's funny about the W. veto of the measure to allow federally funded stem cell research?NOTHING.Let me see if I've got it straight. I'ts not ok to "murder" leftover, soon to be destroyed, potentially invaluable embryos, but it's just dandy to send little boys and girls to bum fuck to slaughter innocent LIVING people in the name of a war on an abstraction?Will wonders never fucking

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Remember how I said I was emotionally immature?We went to this fabulous place for my birthday weekend, and by "we" I mean me, the H, my little brother, my mom and dad, my BFF from childhood, her man, and two of my nearest and dearest friends. Everything was right about the trip - the house, the weather, the delicious meals we cooked together, the copious amounts of beer, the endless UNO matches,

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I will be 29 years old on Friday. TWENTY NINE.That means there are only 12 more measly months until the big 3-to-the-0.I never thought I'd give two shits about aging. Jesus, "aging" itself sounds crusty and old. But it turns out I do.Well, I guess I don't care about getting older per se but I do care about where I am currently and how that bodes for the next 30 or so years.I have a job, but

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In my 5 years in Colorado, I don't think I've ever seen as much consistent rain as we experienced this weekend. While fabulous for the lawn, the constant drizzle kept me inside for the most part.It was kind of nice to actually spend some time at home for once, and I found myself hovering in and around the kitchen most of the weekend.Not only did I make 48 banana-chocolate chip mini-muffins (of

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I absolutely LOVE the Last.fm Player. It keeps me sane and entertained all day at work. Most of my favs are in its library, and it even leads me to new bands on a regular basis. I highly recommend it.One of the great features of the player is that you can tell it to play music "similar to" X, Y or Z. I do this when I don't really know what I want to hear exactly but am in some sort of

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This weekend, a big group of us (drunkenly) played a good ol' game of whiffle ball at City Park.It was such a totally odd choice of activity, particularly for my non-exercise-inclined friends. But fun nonetheless.We cheered each other on, talked trash to the opposing team, spit whenever we thought about it, high-fived as much as possible, drank cheap beer out of plastic cups and ate hot dogs.I

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Today marks the last opportunity for Colorado smokers to enjoy a cig in their favorite bar or tavern.Smoke em if you got em!

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I am thoroughly obsessed with Food Network, particularly with Rachael Ray. I also frequent foodnetwork.com for recipes, menu ideas, and the like.When I find a recipe that looks appealing, I often read the reviews and get the skinny on the finished product's saltiness, a good substitute for exotic Malaysian walnut-truffle oil, or the true number of folks that 9 inch quiche will actually feed.I've

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The H and I often use idle time at work to have serious discussions about our relationship, the future, world peace, and, well...this:me: Stove + Oven = Rangethe H: I thought that Range = Stove?me: Sears refers to them as ranges...there are stand-alones, built-ins...myriad options.the H: If you think about it, range is a heckuva strange name for it. They should call them heatboxes.me: stovensthe

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It is somehow perfectly fitting that Home Depot serves hot dogs at a little cart outside the store.

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I don't care much for children, as a general rule.Actually, I can kind of dig some of em individually and briefly.A friend of ours is about to have one of the little suckers, so I'm hoping it is of the quiet, clean variety and that I'm not expected to do much except say "Congrats!" and "He's a keeper."No, really, I'm a little excited and I don't quite know why.I think perhaps because it's kind of

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After a long, hot weekend of fueling my kitten's incessant lust for a brown boot lace, and therefore not tending to my shiny new blog, today was to be the day that I actually buckled down and wrote something of worth on this thing.But alas, I've inexplicably lost all ability to type.Seriously folks, it has taken me 'round about four nine attempts to get these couple sentences out of my wayward

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