Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Location: DC, United States

I ain't too proud to bug.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

What would Lorelei do?

Do I like to watch TV so much because I would much rather see how characters deal with life issues than deal with my own?

Monday, April 24, 2006

Guess who got a new camera!!!

ME! It was ME! I took it for a walk and here is what we saw...
Did anyone else, just glancing at that, read rectum?

The inanimate objects in my neighborhood have some interesting issues. This pole here was obviously very thirsty, what will its Big ole Gulp.

And the Mailbox is desperately trying to quit smoking as we can witness from the not one, but two! nicotine patches. Good luck with that, USPS box. We are all rooting for ya! Click on the photo to enlarge.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Thoughts from a drive into DC at 5 pm, Friday...

Got myself cute-ish (post work..) because I wanted to go hang out at happy hour with this lovely thang. Wow, traffic is stopped going in and out of the city. It's fine, I have good music. Rocking out. Marci calls. I am soo near. I'll see you in five minutes! Several tours around the Watergate and the Kennedy Center. It's all good, soon as I see a parking space, I will just park and hoof it. Another tour around the Kennedy Center. Hmm, event parking over here is only $10. I will have to remember that. Hey, whaaa.. I am on a bridge. How did this happen? Welcome to Virginia..? But I.. Look at the traffic going back into the city. It will take me an hour to get back to where I was.
Hey, Marci... I am going home. This sucks. And now it's raining. Pheh!!!
But I did manage to capture this. Yikes!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Is it irony, or just interesting..?

that both Tom Cruise and Brooke Shields baby's were born on the same day? Maybe this time he will be able to keep his crazy mouth shut.

Surprised that the Tomkitten is female. I thought the antichrist was supposed to be a boy.

Maybe the two girls (Shields Jr. and Cruise Jr.) can tease each other into an eating disorder later in life.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Happy Easter Photo Blog

Marci and I hosted an Easter dinner at my house this year. We invited several friends. We had no idea how competitive Rich is. But now we know, and are sufficiently impressed and scared. But he got beat by a girl twice, today. The same girl. This one.

The kitchen was severly abused. But the menu consisted of some dee-lish things. On the appetizer table were "resurrection eggs" (Because the devil was not invited to our Easter party...deviled eggs), cheese and fruit platter, bread and olive tapenade and candy. Dinner was fresh mashed potatoes, beef wellington, provincial peas and a big salad. Lots of wine and tada! Dessert was mastered by Marci. She outdid herself with a rhubard torte and cupcakes, which were not devil's food, but rather cupcakes of the garden of Gethsemene. (Cause Jesus was arrested there.......) This is the destroyed kitchen.

This is Marci making the place so pretty. Those tulips never cheered up. Wonder if they missed the news that Jesus arose from the dead and that they should rejoice!

This is the egg hunt. Rich dominated. Angel was upset that she found no eggs. But I think she just needs to try a little harder. She is holding one that Jen found.

B was not so lucky either. He found ONE! (Second lowest..)

The egg smashing contest was a smashing success. Jen tried and failed to defeat Clussy's dominating egg. Clussy is egg smasher eggstraordinaire! (Didja see what I did there?)

Omigod. We are so cute, I could die. but I don't have to because God sent his only begotten son so that I may live forever.The submissions for the art (crayon coloring) contest. The winning artistic rendering and its adoring artist.
But in the end, the winner of the big basket (It had to go to a trivia tie-breaker) was Clussy. She answered how many mm are in a km correctly. (1 million). It was a three-way tie for Rich found the most eggs, B won the coloring contest and Clussy had the dominating egg. (many people thought the egg smash dominator should be the winner, but we had to be fair. She kicked ass! AND shared her winnings anyway.

Happy Easter everyone!

Sunday, April 16, 2006

My tree is a snow maker

Ahh spring. Beautiful cherry blossoms: that can be mistyped as cheery blossoms, and still work. We have several cherry blossom trees in my neighborhood, and not because I feel like it is mine, or anything, but the one right in front of my house is the very bestest indeed.


The blossoms fall. Then it looks like it snowed. Heavily. Pink snow. Pretty. (Says the teeny girl in me.) Bah! says the person in me who has to sweep it all up.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Is Danica packing?

The new Secret (antiperspirant) commercial features race car driver Danica Patrick. In the end, where they usually say "Strong enough for a man, made for a woman", they said "strong enough for Danica, made for a woman."


Thursday, April 13, 2006

Get out of my head, Hollywood.

Apparently George Carlin is running around quoting me.

George Carlin:
Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.


Thursday, April 06, 2006

I got Pearl Jam tickets!

and this is the email I sent to the two lucky ladies who get to join me: (That's right, what is in bold are lyrics from Pearl Jam songs. Judge me if you will. You're just jealous.)

Before the show I'll be "At home, drawing pictures of mountain tops" Then I will stand around waiting for my two friends to join me at a concert. When I see the two lovelies, I will probably say " I seem to recognize your face. Haunting, familiar, yet I can't seem to place it. Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name." But I will just be kidding because " troubled souls unite, we got ourselves tonight..I am fuel, you are friends, we got the means to make amends"
During the show, I will probably drink too much and then say "Once upon a time I could control myself!" If I drop my beverage then will "my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything" and you guys will be disgusted with me and try to leave and I will cry "please don't go out on me, don't go out on me now. Never acted up before, don't go on me now " And you guys will be all like "what to say, what to say..?"
When I lay eyes on Eddie "I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room"
And after the show I will say "WHY GO HOME! WHY GO HOME!" I don't want to be "alone, listless"
And when some guy goes what's going on? I'll say "nothing man" and he'll "curse the day he let it go"
But I will stay with you girls "cause I can't find a better man".
In the end "after all is done, we're still alone. I won't be taken, yet I'll go..." home. Hope we can stay away from the "police man, police man "!My hangover in the morning will have me wondering "If I am the boxer or the bag" But hopefully I will wake up in my bed, and not "Freezin', rests " her "head on a pillow made of concrete, again"

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Oh, what a feeling! Is it me you're looking for? 'Cause I'm dancing on the ceiling...

I went to the Leukemia Ball with my friend M in early March. Lionel Ritchie was performing and M and I broke away from our pack to get ourselves to a good vantage point on a very overcrowded with black-tied DC uppercrusticals. (How did we get here?) Ah, being in a crowd of Washingtonians is always a delight. The women in their 50's who dress like they are 20. The women in their 20's who dress like they are 50. A confused bunch to be sure.

We broke to the front of the stage, much to the chagrin of the nasties behind us and much to the delight of one Mr. Ritchie, who brought his surprisingly sweaty self over to hand molest M for a solid minute, again to the chagrin of the nasties behind us. Seriously, at first it was all like "Go M! He loves ya, babe!" and then as it progressed, it got more and more uncomfortable and I started going "Stop it! Lionel Ritchie! Stop hand raping my friend."

After the show, we broke into the photo line and this exchange occurred:
M: You were my first..!
Lionel: (looking aghast) !
M: (finishes thought) concert.
Lionel: (looks relieved)

So there was some more chatter, then the photographer got antsy, hollered at us and this is what resulted.

I look horrendous, Lionel looks crazy and M is so pretty. Like how she matched her shoulder thingie with the colors of the banner?

That dress I am wearing is soo pretty, but 2 sizes too big and therefore would fall off if I bent over in any manner. Dangerous!