Friday Notes

1) I gave up Pepsi for Lent. Actually I gave up ALL carbonated beverages. It will be hard since I dearly love Pepsi.  Which is the whole point of giving up something for Lent. As a bonus, hopefully I'll able to knock off 5 more lbs!!

 

2) I have been sitting on several packages that I meant to send to people months ago.  Therefore, my pledge for the month of March is to send them out. So if your name is Sanna or Teacher Bee (if you are still reading) or Liz from Quiet in the Stacks or Melody or Betsy or sister-in-law Jenny or All Knowing Jen or Mum or even Min (email me your address at nejyerf@hotmail.com if you are interested) you'll soon be getting a package from Jen.  I promise!!!  If anybody else would like a package from Jen shoot me an email and I'll send you a little giftie, just for the hell of it!!

 

3) I've only just started reading a book about the author(s) of Nancy Drew.  I grew up reading Nancy Drew and loved her so.  I wanted to have two best friends like Bess and George and drive a low-slung roadster. 

 

4) I just finished reading the Emily of New Moon books by L.M. Montgomery.  She is just as satisfying a heroine as Anne of Green Gables.  While reading the book, there were several mentions of Emily "putting on her wraps" before going outside.  I wish we still wore wraps.  It sounds so much more romantic than putting on a coat, don't you think?

 

5) Tomorrow marks the end of February.  I am so very ready to see the back of February. I have had enough of the cold and ice and snow.  I am ready for some sun, even if it is weak, watery, blustery March sun.

Shining, gleaming, streaming, waxen, flaxen

When we were in high school, my best good friend Sanna and I both had long hair. Mine was brownish-blonde and slightly wavy. Sanna had a mass of luxuriant black, curly hair. Our friend Frank used to stroke her hair, murmuring "Your hair, your hair, your beautiful hair".

Growing up in central PA we had our choice of sports teams to root for. Either the Phildelphia teams: The Eagles and the Philles or the Pittsburgh teams: The Steelers and the Pirates. Most of the boys in our class were Eagles/Phillies fans. In an attempt to be be different, Frank was a Steelers/Pirates fan.

Troy Polomalou, Pro-bowl strong safety for the Pittsburgh Steelers also has a mass of luxuriant, black, curly hair.

Where am I going with this you ask?

I just wonder if, when Frank watches Troy make a tackle or run down the field with his locks flowing in the breeze, does he whisper to himself "his hair, his hair, his beautiful hair?"

As a bonus, watch as Troy gets tackled by his hair. He said it didn't hurt.


She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why
Don't know
It's not for lack of bread
Like the Grateful Dead
Darling

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my...

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

Oh say can you see
My eyes if you can
Then my hair's too short

Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself

They'll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined
Biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Notes from NJ

1)  I hate when people do air quotes.  It makes me want to very viciously bite off and then ptui contemptuously spit the fingers at their feet .

 

2)  Tom has been waging a mighty and fierce battle with our rodent enemy in the basement.  He likens it to the Star Wars Clone Wars.  The mice just keep coming, one after another. 

 

3)  Alas, football is over.  The Pro Bowl was last night.  Now we must say goodbye to our weekly visits with Chris Berman and Tom Jackson and Coach Ditka. 

 

4)  Facebook continues to enthrall me.  Just this past weekend I reconnected with my Cousin Bob, who lives in Germany.

 

5)  Anybody else going to watch the Housewives of NYC? I can't wait for the next season!!

 

 

Tri Lambs rock!

I will sit through Revenge of the Nerds just for this

so betwixt the two, they licked the platter clean

Last week we got KFC. 

 

Original chicken and two sides – mac and cheese and coleslaw.

 

As usual, we ate in front of the TV.

 

Tom, who had imbibed several beers, became drowsy and passed out on the couch, leaving his plate of half-eaten food on the coffee table.

 

I was engrossed in a movie and wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings until I heard the unmistakable sounds of slurping. 

 

I looked over and there was our cat Althea, precariously perched on the coffee table, madly licking away at the macaroni and cheese.  I shooed her away and went back to watching my movie.

 

When the movie was finished I went to bed.

 

The next evening, while Tom and I were discussing our day, I told him how much Althea enjoyed licking the mac and cheese off his plate. 

 

A funny look came over his face as he admitted that when he woke up in the wee hours and saw his plate of food still on the coffee table he proceeded to eat the rest of his dinner, cat spit and all!!

bring on the blender and the coffee makers

My mother tells a story of how when I was no more than 3 or 4 I disappeared from the backyard. She looked everywhere for me only to discover that I was over visiting the neighbor.  He was up on a ladder, painting his house. He told my mother I was keeping him company.  In reality, he was a captive audience.  I was talking his ear off and most likely divulging family secrets.

 

Not so long ago, a co-worker made a pointed remark that I could "talk to a toaster".  He was implying that I talk too much.

 

It is true.

 

My mother calls it  "diarrhea of the mouth".

 

Ask anyone who knows me well and they will tell you, that at the drop of hat I can and will talk for hours on any given topic, sometimes with little or no knowledge of the subject matter.

 

The other day I was challenged with a strange phenomenon.

 

It turns out I CAN control myself and not talk to every Tom, Dick or Harry.

 

I was in a social situation, sitting next to a person with whom I couldn't even bring myself to start a civilized conversation.

 

Of course it might have more to do with the fact that a toaster has more personality than this person. 

facebook

I've been neglecting my posting duties over here at Calling Dr. Bombay in favor of the just as fascinating world of Facebook.

 

Thanks to Facebook, I've reconnected with my several of my cousins as well as an old high-school friend (Hello Ed!). 

 

I thought he had fallen off the face of the earth only to find him on Facebook. I've known Clark or "Ed" as he preferred to be called, since the 4th grade and am so glad to be back in contact with him.  Air kisses for Ed!!

 

If you really need to talk to me, come find me on Facebook and if I'm feeling particularly generous that day I just might accept you as my friend!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just call me McScrooge

Last year I took a long, hard look at my spending habits and made a conscious decision to curb my shopping.  I thought it would be difficult, since up until the time Ifelldownthestairsandbrokemyleg, I was making weekly trips to Wal-Mart where I made frivolous, impulsive purchases.

 

Turns out, recovering from a broken leg seriously hinders lengthy shopping expeditions which in turn means less money spent.  I also took sister-in-law Jenny's credo of not buying anything on credit.  If I can't pay cash I don't purchase. Even Christmas, 95% of my Christmas purchases were made online and paid for through PayPal which is directly linked to my bank account.

 

The upshot of all this thrift is that my bank account has grown very healthy and I've turned into a bit of a miser who likes to call the 1-800 number for my bank and check my account balance nearly every day.

 

And to give you fair warning, It also make me less likely to buy you pretty things for your birthday!!

 

but i loosened the lid

Sometimes an independent girl just needs a little help opening a jar of spaghetti sauce.

Do your balls hang low?

Do your balls hang low? Do they swing to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow?
Can you throw 'em o'er your shoulder like a Continental soldier?
Can you do the double shuffle when your balls hang low?

Remember a couple of months ago when I told you that Tom told me about a football player that had a staph infection that settled in his nether regions?

No?

Well he did and gullible ol' Jen fell for the story hook, line and sinker.

Turns out Tom was just yanking my chain.

So the other day when he told me about his friend who is cursed with a set of low-hanging balls I greeted the story with a great deal of scepticism.

I'm thinking that if and when I ever meet this person I simply must insist on a visual inspection.

the perfect letter

I prefer to write rather than print.

 

My little 3yr old niece Verna can print better than I.

 

Truthfully my writing is not much better, but it has greatly improved since my high school days.

 

It always affords me great satisfaction when I can make a perfect looking letter.

 

In particular the letter "J".

 

When I pen the perfect "J" I always stop for a moment to bask in the glow of a well-executed letter. 

 

Which perfect letter makes you happy? 

 

Or am I the only one who gets all giddy over something this simple?

zappos

I just wanted to take a moment out of a crazy busy day to let you know that I placed an order with Zappos.com.

 

Sanna introduced us. 

 

I am in heaven! 

 

I got 5, count them, 5 pairs of shoes. 

 

Extravagant I know, but when you consider that I've been wearing the same pair of sneakers for almost two years it evens out.

 

One pair is orange and white.

 

For anyone who is still checking out Calling Dr. Bombay, Aunt Benita asked me "What did you get for Christmas that was orange?"

 

I personally received tangerine colored and flavored lip gloss from my sister.

 

But the bigger orange thing was the orange toaster oven that I got for Tom. 

 

He has been moaning for months that we needed a toaster oven and I have been resisting.  But when I saw the orange one at jcp.com I just had to have it.

Christmas Eve

We had icy conditions this morning and my boss called to tell me that since we were only doing a half-day anyway that I shouldn't risk it to come in.

I immediately went back to bed.

Now I'm watching my husband wrap the Christmas gifts. He gets so joy in wrapping the gifts which is just fine by me since I loathe wrapping gifts.

He started out the gift-wrapping with a movie - The Bridge on the Rive Kwai. Not exactly Christmas-y, but since he is wrapping I don't care.

Now we are watching James Bond - Diamonds Are Forever.

Later on we will watch A Christmas Story.

A Merry Christmas to all my lovely blog-friends.

Notes

1)Yesterday I ordered a brand new washer and dryer that will deliver the day after Christmas. This is our Christmas gift to each other. I couldn't ask for anything more.

2) It started to snow about 15 minutes ago. According to the weather channel it is going to snow all day. Hopefully we will leave early!

3) I got a package in the mail from my best good friend Sanna. I will resist temptation and open it on Christmas day.

4) Every day when I get home from work there is a UPS delivery on my front porch. I LOVE internet shopping

5) We got our Christmas bonus yesterday. In addition to a check we also each got an iPod touch. Now I just need to figure out how it works.

6) We use a carrier called Flash Logistics....every time I say their name I always think of the Flash Gordon song by Queen......
Flash - Ah - Saviour of the universe
Flash - Ah - He'll save ev'ry one of us
Words and Music by Brian May

christmas cards

Raise your hand if you can't live without a Christmans card from Jen.

I don't really feel like sending out cards this year. I did it last year, even though I was recuperating from a broken leg.

Usually I like to take the time to pick-out nice cards but not this year. If I DO send out cards it will be from a box of 40 cards that I got at the dollar store.

Raise your hand if you still want a cheap 2¢ card.

CVS

The other night, when I was in CVS buying Nyquil for Tom, I looked around and suddenly realized that I could do all my Christmas shopping right there in the CVS.

They have something for everyone....toys for the nieces and nephews, perfume and aftershave for the grandparents, DVD's,  candy, candles, wrapping paper, cards, Tastykake Krimpets....they have it all.

And the best part? 

They are open 24 hrs and are right next door to Dunkin' Donuts where I can enjoy a glazed donut and a cup of hot chocolate after a strenuous night of shopping.

afta

Every morning Tom puts on aftershave lotion.  Currently he's using Afta.  The scent of this lotion is particularly noisome. It wafts up into my nostrils and makes me want vomit.

 

This morning I plucked up the courage to tell him that I hate this aftershave lotion.  He informed me in no uncertain terms that he likes it and isn't going to change. 

 

I suggested a compromise that if he is going to continue to use it could he please put it on in the bathroom.

 

I heard him mumble as he went down the stairs "Oh, it's all about Jen".

 

My heart rejoiced.

 

It's taken him almost 15 years of marriage but he finally understands that indeed it IS all about Jen.

words fail me

For those of you who don't wake up to the dulcet tones of ESPN's Mike and Mike in the Morning, you won't know that the New York Yankees are working on a deal with pitcher CC Sabathia.  Here's their offer:  $160million for 7 years.

 

Which will make him the highest paid pitcher in baseball history.

 

The Yankees better make the World Series next year or all of New York will be out for his blood!

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I don't love me who will?

I'll never forget it... I was in 7th or 8th grade, walking home from school, running through the days events in my head.

 

I was thinking about the particularly bad lunch period that day when I inadvertantly pissed off an upperclassman by sitting in her seat at the lunch table.  And not moving. 

Little did I know that I had made an enemy who would treat me with great animosity throughout my high school career. 

 

This was when I was struck by the realization that everyone may not like me.  Up until then I was laboring on the delusion that I was warm and funny and beloved by all.

 

I was heartsick that there was someone out there that didn't like me.

 

Thirty years later, I just don't care if you like me or not because I am fabulous (or that is what I tell myself!).

 

As for the girl was so mean to me?

 

Sad to say, she got cancer and died before she was 35.

 

 

 

 

 

cha-cha

Today I had to send an email to a woman named Maria Digregorio.

 

But in my mind I keep calling her Cha-cha.

 

How many people know who Cha-cha Digregorio is?

 

Don't be shy.

 

Feel free to admit that you watch this movie every time it comes on TV.

 

I know I do.