tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116088192012-02-16T00:54:50.156-08:00I'm just a short order cook at Madison Avenue WestCynonymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04160650683126371136noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11608819.post-4310658055272339572008-09-13T22:01:00.001-07:002008-09-13T22:32:56.271-07:00

I lost my best friend 2 weeks ago. Killer. My wonderful cat who was with me for 19 years. 19 years. Killer was with me since I had my first apartment. As an adult, that might be tough to put in to perspective, but I realized the other day that 19 years was equivalent to getting Killer on my first day of kindergarten, and then having him through elementary school, jr. high, high school, college,

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So, they say that people who talk about their pets are really boring. That each of our own pets has a face that truly, only a mother could love. Are you nodding in agreement? Well, OK, so sue me. This video of my cats is cute, darnit! Still nonplussed? How about some context. Einstein said that "everything makes sense if you understand the context." So, the black & white cat, Killer, is 18

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I really need these pants. In every color, in every length. If only I could sew. One thing I CAN do really well is NOT keep my butt glued to my chair and write. So this morning, in between my inaugural cup of coffee and the 12 hours of writing I'm supposed to be doing, I came up with this new product idea, named it, wrote the copy for it, and mocked up an ad for it. Oh, and now I'm blogging about

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Actually, a better question might be, "Why would I travel to Maui with an HP printer, four packages of paper, a stapler, and eight #22 ink cartridges in my luggage?" It's called the Maui Writers Retreat & Conference. For nearly 15 years, I've been dreaming of coming here. This is the nation's premier writing conference, and OMG I'm finally here. You have to apply to get accepted to the retreat,

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I stopped off at a little park in my neighborhood today. When I got there and sat on a bench, I was the only one in the park. I sat there sipping my iced Starbucks and enjoying the birds and scenery, and after a few minutes, a woman's yelling caught my attention. I looked over in the direction of the yelling, but saw no woman. Instead I saw a little boy on his bike...all alone. Then I heard her

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I tried not to. Really. The morning of June 29, I dropped my Treo 650 into the toilet. Despite what you may have heard, this really was an accident. Not to mention the fact that it's also a clear sign that I am way too attached to my phone. Or that back pockets are not where I should place my valuables. And don't worry, I didn't compose this post on the toilet. But I have emailed my boss from

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I was out to dinner the other night with one of my girlfriends. The restaurant was filled to capacity, buzzing. The man seated right behind me suddenly fell out of his chair and went down HARD on his head. And i don't mean the chair fell over... it was still standing. He literally went out cold and down. It was one of those high chairs like a barstool but with a back. So it was a long way down.

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The Dramamine Diaries: Part Deux, The Poseidon Adventure Ok, so for all of you experienced Hobie sailors out there (which would be everyone in the Fleet except me), from the title, you know where this story is going. Turtle. But let’s back up a bit and start at the beginning. Back when I was right-side up. Before the tears. Before the screams. Before the small craft advisory. And speaking of

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I haven’t thrown up since I was 5. Seriously. I can recall vividly standing in the center of our kitchen, slightly to the left of the mess I had just deposited near the oven, and through my tears, dramatically declaring to the world that I would NEVER, and I mean NEVER, throw up again. Of course, I believe this was the same year that I also declared to the world that I would be a famous ballerina

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I learned a new term the other day. "Chimping". It refers to the action of someone who is looking down at their digital device, trying to figure out how to use it. The term came from the fact that, well, you look like a chimp would when doing the same thing. Here is a picture of my dad and me both simultaneously Chimping at a family dinner. So FYI, it appears to be hereditary!

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I've been skiing for about 35 years now. Yeah, I know. Impossible for someone who's only 30. Anyways, it never ceases to amaze me that anyone does this sport. This sport is not an easy muse. By its very nature, it requires inclement weather just to build the playing field. It's not like most sports, such as football, basketball, or baseball-- whose arenas are there year-round. Although, for the

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This is my wonderful Killer. He's almost 18, and since he's getting up in years, I've started taking alot more pics of him. Alot. With my camera, my Treo, my cellphone... whatever. I think he's starting to feel like he's being harrassed by the paparazzi. I love this pic because he is clearly so like, "Seriously, I am not in the mood for your Annie Leibowitzing right now. Back off." Killer has

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I tried snowmobiling for the first time last year. That's me, driving. The only reason I know it's me is because of my iridium blue lenses on my ski goggles. Yeah, it was as cold as it looks. Oh, and I paid to be there. Narnia on $300 a day. But despite the Donner Party atmosphere, it was a ton of fun. There were some kinda weird moments, like when we were told that you had to do a sort of knee

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Every now and then, I buy clothes. And I've noticed something really odd. Everything has a hood on it now. I can totally understand why a jacket would have a hood. This is not about heavy outerwear for cold weather, so don't even go there. And I understand why Rocky Balboa had to jog with his on. But I am flummoxed as to why 90% of t-shirts, sweatshirts, zip-ups, warm-ups, even TANK TOPS have

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First one. Pure. Simple. Yawn.

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