I tried to stay up late to write something meaningful as a way to end 2006, but honestly I’m just too sleepy.
So I’ll just wish you a very happy, peaceful, and prosperous 2007…and then go to bed.
Happy New Year!
No tag for this post.Archive for December, 2006
I love simple things that work well. And trying to convert ounces to litres, tablespoons, or cups can sometimes be an exercise in frustration…ah, but I found a great little site that does all that for you in one click. Remember: Measurements are approximate…so when baking, use your judgement when testing amounts. But this is certainly better than using a (ahem) scale that doesn’t work well…like mine.
No tag for this post.A new fave at home and in the coffeehouse, much to the dismay of my neighbors…hee hee.
An interesting mix of Israeli, Moroccan, American, and Arab folk songs…with a hip-hop twist…and a bit of metal guitar thrown in for good measure. Trust me — it’s way more fun than whatever hyped-up drek you’re probably listening to right now.
No tag for this post.The Duke fake-rape scandal “stripper-accuser” has a name and a Wikipedia bio to go with it:
Too bad there are no photos of her to go along with her bio. She shouldn’t be protected as a victim anymore — she should be castigated as a liar and a fraud.
No tag for this post.LaShawn Barber, as usual, is on the ball with this story. She’s been my number-one source for news on this shameful disgrace to the American justice system. (I especially love the way she uses the term “stripper-accuser”…it’s much more refined than my “cheap hooker” descriptor.)
I can only hope the guys from Duke can start…in some small way…to put their lives back together and move forward in the new year. And I hope Mr. Nifong does a little soul-searching…of what little soul he has left…and drops ALL of the charges.
DNA found, none from the accused?
Sad, sad, sad.
But not surprising.
No tag for this post.This has been a very social holiday season for me, having been invited to several parties — mostly work-related, but parties nonetheless.
Which would be great, but I usually shun social events…being a bit of a hermit, and very tired after a day’s work…but the real kicker is that I only have one pair of pants that fit me. And no skirts.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m happy that I only have one remaining pair of pants — they’re my former “when I lose weight I’ll wear them” pants. And I lost the weight (almost 20 pounds thus far)…but they’re a bit too big after I’ve been in them for an hour or more, and I can only wear them with 4″ heels, since I never bothered to take them to the tailor.
You can’t be seen in the same pants over and over, can you? Isn’t that a huge party-wardrobe disaster?
“Buy new pants!”, you cry.
Easier said than done. Do you want to fight the mall crowds this close to Christmas….to try on pants?? No, I didn’t think so. Neither do I. So I’ll go to every other party, and wear the damn pants, and hope nobody notices.
Next holiday season I’m stocking up on pants in various sizes, dammit.
No tag for this post.…and most beautifully arranged songs ever written.
And I’m apparently not the only one who thinks so.
No tag for this post.…I even amaze myself with my own stupidity.
So I’m working…standing at the counter, when this man and his wife walk in. He comes up to the counter, I take their order and we’re talking, and he says “Are you Carol?” and I say “Yes.” Then he says “We’re you’re new neighbors.”
Before the poor man can get out another word, I blurt “PUGGLE!”
He, as you can imagine, looks at me a bit askew…and I say again “PUGGLE! THE PUGGLE!”
As he’s backing away from me (understandably) I finally realised he’s not the new neighbor with the puggle, he’s a different new neighbor, and I feel like a complete ass.
I wonder if they’ll ever come back to the coffeehouse.
No tag for this post.I’m looking for someone to work in the coffeehouse part time — Monday through Friday, 11 AM to 3 PM. The ideal person will have some barista experience, and will be extremely reliable. Would prefer someone local. Send me an email if interested!
No tag for this post.Jeez.
So how do companies like this stay in business???
I dropped off two photographs and an egg crate label with Urban Posters in Fells Point — the guy tells me it’s two to four weeks and I can pick them up. Okay — they’re nice frames and mats, special UV protectant glass…not a problem. $300+ later, I’m out the door, receipt in hand.
Three weeks go by. No contact. So I call them.
“I said it would be two to four weeks when you were in here.”
Um, yeah. You did. And now it’s been three, and I was checking to see if maybe my prints were ready to be picked up. Gee whiz. No need to get snotty. Thanks. NOT.
Now it’s been four weeks. I’ve been calling for a week straight, and have never once had anyone answer the phone. Left messages. Messages go unanswered. Sent email. Email goes unanswered.
I’m so calling Visa tomorrow and getting my money back. Buyer beware — I’ve heard a bunch of horror stories from other people about Urban Posters — same deal, they paid and never got their stuff back or got it back weeks past the time they should have gotten it back.
Never again.
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