Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Back to Back to School

It was an unlikely combination of excitement and dread. Not knowing what to expect from the new grade and the new teacher was perhaps the early stages of my lifelong anxiety condition but it somehow seemed like the right time for summer to end.

I remember vividly the annual trek to Ideal Uniform store on Flatbush avenue to get our uniforms (Catholic School boy that I was). It's a bit ironic to include a link to their website because back in those days, the web thing didn't exist. Catalog shopping in those days was limited to Spiegel, Sears, and JC Penney (for the most part) and it was all done with paper and pen and snail mail, and occasionally a phone call (using a rotary phone of course). Of all the parts of the uniform, the clip on tie stands out the most.

There was nothing quite like the first day of school, it was always, at least for me, always downhill from there. The being picked on really sucked but then being something of a troublemaker, more than likely a mix of rebellion and attempting to be cool so that I wouldn't get picked on, I had to deal witht those sex deprived nuns whacking at me with yard sticks (I guess it was just a bad habit).

I remember the endless crushes, on girls and teachers, especially Miss Ortega in 6th grade. That was one fine lady as I remember her more than 30 years later (this made me just remember that I need to investigate if there's gonna be a High School reunion this year, it a biggie, #25).

I remember Miss Cody being so friggin' menacing that I'd rather pee my pants than ask her permission to go to the bathroom.

I remember the really high ceiling in the boys room and throwing wet toilet paer up to the ceiling where it would stick. Then I remember doing that at home and getting my ass whooped for it.

All these years later, back to school remains significant as I have chosen a career in education. what an insanely glorious time of year that I still dread, but love.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Meet the New Boss

Bruce Springsteen has a new CD coming out featuring The E-Street Band. The CD titled Magic is due out on 10/2. The first single, "Radio Nowhere" is available free for one week only on iTunes. If you're interested, CLICK HERE. Clink on the picture of the CD cover and be transported to Bruce's official we site and get information on the tour. I've seen this bad boy 8 times, specfuckingtacular!

And to completely geek this post out, here are the lyrics:

Radio Nowhere
by Bruce Springsteen
I was tryin' to find my way home
But all I heard was a drone
Bouncing off a satellite
Crushin' the last lone American night
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?

I was spinnin' 'round a dead dial
Just another lost number in a file
Dancin' down a dark hole
Just searchin' for a world with some soul

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm
I just want to hear some rhythm

I want a thousand guitars
I want pounding drums
I want a million different voices speaking in tongues

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I was driving through the misty rain
Searchin' for a mystery train
Boppin' through the wild blue
Tryin' to make a connection to you

This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
Is there anybody alive out there?

I just want to feel some rhythm
I just want to feel some rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm
I just want to feel your rhythm

Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)© 2007 Sony BMG Music Entertainment, Inc.Privacy Policy

Monday, August 27, 2007

Turkeys on the Lawn

This morning as I was leaving for work there was a flock of turkeys walking across my front lawn. Here's the list of some of the animals I have now seen in my town (which is not in the sticks by any means): Turkey, Deer, Turtle, Ducks, Geese...I just realized how uninteresting this list is.

It's starting to get crazy at the college with just one week before Fall classes begin.

The brilliance of our youth:



Not sure what the deal is with Owen Wilson, the truth that is. However, I really wish him well and hope he gets through whatever it is.

I need to get a haircut this weekend.

Sorry to have bored you through this post.

Update (already)
Here are two of my picks for the perfect gal:




Giada de Laurentiis



Sara Underwood
Andrea Immer
Update #2

Here's another lady, a local news anchor that makes me all warm and fuzzy:



Sunday, August 26, 2007

Podcast #4

This is the first test of the phone recorder. I hope you enjoy this Interview with a Cousin.

Or, you can listen right here:

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Rejected Post Titles

Here are some post titles I have put on the backburner (for now):
  • Advantages of Wearing a Bluetooth Headset 24/7
  • Insane Rabbi's I Never Knew
  • Penny Less and Pounds Overweight
  • Home Remedies for Foot Odor
  • Read This Like You're Speaking Through a Megaphone
  • Peripheral Vision is Overrated
  • Living in Sin, Sinning to Live
  • Statutory Crepes
  • Remote Control Freak
  • Everyday is Humpday in Greece
  • I'm Nikki Tsongas, The Other White Meat (for MA residents only)
(inspired by George Carlin)
I was in training all day today. The trainer's company is based in Seattle, which seemed king of odd since he resides in Cleveland. "I've commuted since '99..." Talk about dedication.
A toilet seat worth spending a few extra dollars on. Yes, I bought one.
TMI (Too much information) - see above statement.
I am still in shock that Tre got sent home on Top Chef. Holy freaking crap.
That's it for now.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

All's Quiet on the Blogging Front

  • There's an eerie silence in bloggerville today, little to no new posts or comments.
  • I finally got my hands on a pint of Ben & Jerry's "Stephen Colbert's AmeriCone Dream" and it was yummy.
  • I was once a philatelist.
  • These are delicious.
  • I need to make a Trader Joe's run, Trader Joe's rules.
Here's a video of me being a goof ball at a children's playground this past weekend:

Monday, August 20, 2007

Transamerica


Here's a light topic, the transgendered. I don't have a lot to say about it and I'm not sure I can ever understand it but after meeting Jennifer Boylan (she spoke at our college some time ago), and hearing her story, I at least have some, very miniscule, but some, understanding of the personal suffering that many who opt for this life endure.
There was an article in the magazine section of the Boston Globe this sunda called "Freeing Up Deborah" about a Dr. Roy Berkowitz-Shelton who after 25 years of marriage, kids, a successful medical practice, decided to live life as a woman. He proceeded to go through a number of medical/surgical procedures and hormones. He also went through many hours of therapy. The story speaks of the transformation, which did not include "gender reassignment" as of yet but. Roy Berkowitz-Shelton is no more; Dr. Deborah Bershell is her new name.
The article goes far more into detail about the life and plight of Bershell, much of what was interesting insight into something that clearly can't make sense to most that haven't gone through that. But there was something that I found very odd and that is that she was really upset that the woman she married when she was a man no longer wanted to remain married. Bershell seemed convinced that the marriage would be able to endure and this is something that can never make sense to me at all.
"Gender identity and sexual attraction are completely different forces," which makes some sense to me. But regardless of genders, when a couple marries, they are marrying a member of a specific gender. In the marriage of Dr. Roy and his wife, she very clearly married a person that she was certain was a man, in every sense of the word. So at such a time that Dr. Roy became (transitioned into) a woman, it is right for her to think that everything could remain the same? The question that does keep coming to mind it whether it is possible for a love, or a bond (such as that in what most would consider in a happy and loving marriage) between two people of a specific gender could be so strong that is could ever endure one of the people changing genders?
This is a major heavy topic and not one everyone can handle; I am not sure I always can. I do know that it will always be important to be accepting of all people and that we all need to try to understand these issues.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Bullet Points and Fellow Bloggers Continued

  • I attended an Eagle Scout Court of Honor today. A young man from church with whom I had served on the search committee was among the three Eagle Scout honorees. I had written a personal letter of recommendation for him, which was an honor to do because he is a fine young man. Congratulations Zach and all the best at Northwestern.
  • I ran out of propane today just after I popped the corn on the grill but thankfully just before the steaks went on. I guess I've been grilling alot more than in previous years where two 20 lb. tanks of propane was enough. Oh, well, I just filled both 20 lb. containers so as far as I can see, I'm at least grilling through Halloween.
  • What's all this with the messages you may be wondering? Well, with most of you, I only get to communicate via blogs and comments, perhaps an occasional email. Since it's difficult to touch base any other way, every so often I wanna just reach out in some way and off the cuff just think of something that comes to mind and share it with you. So, I am working my way down my list of blogs and doing just that.
And now some words for the rest of my Bloggerville family:
Radioactive Girl - you have such a wonderful spirit. You've been through so much at such an early age and yet are so positive and inspirational and so clearly dedicated as a parent.
Wishing for Fiction - Sam, you are a gifted wordsmith. Poetry is a wonderful art form, something very dear to me. I am grateful that you are so willing to share yours with all of us.
Factum - I have no idea who you are or where you come from, but I always know where I can find something to laugh at; that's certainly a priceless commodity to have.
Kate - the first time I met you you were dressed up as a lint roller and by the end of the night I had been responsible for attaching a piece of broccoli, a cookie, and a hamburger bun (I would never have given up one of LJ's meatballs in that manner). Your good people and I wish you all the best in your new apartment and your future nuptials.
Michael - You my friend go back into my very beginnings of blogging. Back then you lived in another country across an ocean. Alot has changed but I know that you are still one of the best writers I've ever read - I hope that more people get the privilege of seeing your work. I wish you an Jennifer all the best.
Human Under Construction - Jennifer Jordan - I don't know you but I do frequent your blog. Your blog is like the potpourri category in Jeopardy. A fun place. I especially am fond of the cuteness buffer.
Skull Buggery - Lord Fondleberries - You are definitely different. Be happy.
Bryan - your on the borderline of a trivia and sports encyclopedia. Oh, you are freakishly tall, married to Jill (the same one mentioned in yesterday's post), you dig board games - which is excellent. All good stuff in my book. Congrats on the house purchase.
Bloggers I miss very much:
Daisy, Melika, Jenn, Melisa, Jessica, Cordoggerel, and Jams. I still think about all of you.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Bullet Points and Fellow Bloggers


  • Today is my cousin Annalisa's (Cuzzup) birthday; HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUZZUP!
  • I am currently reading "High Five", the fifth book in the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich.
  • My perfect casting of Stephanie Plum would be Eva Mendes.
  • I listened to the soundtrack to "Grease" (the movie) this weekend.
  • October 2nd is just 45 days away; that's when the new Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band CD will be released (I am so there for that).
  • I have just about had it up to here (familiar hand motion around my neckish area) with people bitching about how much they hate their jobs as if they are being held hostage.
And now some words for my Bloggerville family:
Egan – your whole world has changed, but as crazy as it is, it's without a doubt a change for the better. I know that you will fall into your groove before long. Remember to take good care of yourself so that you will be able to take good care of Anna and N-Po.
Sprizee – I am so glad that your dad is doing well with his recovery. I hope that all turns out fine with your eye. If anyone can make it cool to drive a "huge Ford Taurus" it's you for sure.
Jill – Home ownership 2.0, and in a new state – the property values in Portland are about to rise for sure.
Joy – I look forward to hopefully meeting you if you make it up here to New England. I really enjoy the reading your perspective on things. My all of your technical woes remain in the past.
Brookem – How cool is it to have a new blogger friend that skrinkers only a hop, skip , and a jump away? Very cool if you ask me. You have a great sense of humor, a cool cat, and have shared space in a photograph with me; that's good stuff.
ARM – You are infectiously entertaining and so filled with everything that makes friendship such a wonderful thing. Perhaps one of the most endearing things about you was this "I got married in an apple orchard and our reception was in a barn." That says so much about who you are and I think it's wonderful.
Airam – I love that you are a teacher and can't wait to read your blog over this coming academic year. Education is something I am passionate about and I am always interested in other educator's perspective.
To be continued (I am exhausted and need to get some sleep)…

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Might As Well Face It

71%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?


thanks for the link Airam! And why stop at one quiz, why not take them all (or at least most of them).


2,202,060How Many Germs Live On Your Keyboard?

My office PC that is.


40%The Movie Quiz



48%



39% Geek

I Dislike Golf Enormously


That's a far nicer way of saying I hate golf, right? I'm not going to fight over calling golf a sport, heck if curling can be called a sport than knock'em dead golfers, call your little game a sport if you must. However, I draw the line at referring to a golfer as an athlete; no way, I am not going there.
I recognize the skill necessary to be good at the game of golf. I even am willing to acknowledge that there are golfers who can be referred to as "athletic" (Tiger Woods is a good example). However, one can play that game, and even be quite good at it, and not have an athletic bone in their body (John Daly comes to mind).
When I first moved to Massachusetts, I was amazed at how many golf courses there are, it seems an average of one per town. George Carlin has what I consider a brilliant diatribe about golf where he considers building low income housing on the golf courses as a solution to the homeless problem. I once referred to the game as "billiards for the arrogant."
What baffles me most perhaps about the game of golf is it's consumption of television, including national television, time. Can somebody offer a logical reason (other than to cure insomnia) as to why one would want to watch someone play golf? Of course that leads me to the idea of spectators. What is up with that? Do you travel from hole to hole? Do you stand where the golfer tees off then follow them? Sick I tell you, very very sick.
I realize that some of you may enjoy golf and even be golf enthusiasts. While I realize this post may be offensive, that is not my intent. Perhaps my negative bias simply feeds my ignorance in this case. Never the less, this post does accurately represent how I feel.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

R.I.P. Scooter

The legendary Phil Rizzuto passed away at the age of 89. The mention of his name stirs up wonderful memories of watching baseball growing up and into adulthood as Rizzuto was on of the announcers for the Yankees.

The "scooter" always, and I mean always made me laugh throughout the game. He was a great man for the sport of baseball and his spirit will live on forever.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Breast Cancer

I was deeply saddened yesterday when I heard that someone I know was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. It felt worse that I heard it through a third party. My dear friend Rebecca, a wonderful Episcopal priest, single mother of two young children, and loving and caring pastor was recently diagnosed. Rebecca was the associate rector at my church when I started going there and has since been called as the rector of another church. It's not the first time a friend has been ill but like always, it is never easy to know just how to be supportive without being intrusive. Please think positive thoughts for her and for her children Kip and Valerie.


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I posted my first review over at Book Me In this past weekend. Granted it was a review I wrote a few years ago, it is however even more relevant today as you'll see when you go to read it.
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I discovered this website today and really got a kick out of this story.
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Have you skrinkered today? If not, what are you waiting for?
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People that read my blog but don't reply/comment but still need some mad props:
Chris (son of Mike)
Nancy
Johnny D
Jaaaaaane
Cuzzup!
Stephanie
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Much love...Later for now.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Count Me In

Your Score:
Count von Count

You scored:
68% Organization
35% abstract
57% extroverted!


This test measured 3 variables.
First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean.
Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type.
Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself.
You are very organized, more concrete, and both introverted and extroverted.
Here is why are you The Count.
You are both very organized. You almost always know where your belongings are and you prefer things neat. You may even enjoy cleaning and find it therapeutic. The Count is obsessive compulsive and needs to always count what he has. You would never find The Count missing a bat.

You both are concrete thinkers. The Count is very mathminded and wants to know what he has and where it is. His purpose in life is clear. You probably also know what you want in life, and you have a real plan toward achieving it. You aren't likely to throw everything away to take a risky chance.

You are both somewhat introverted. The Count is quite obsessed with himself and the things that belong to him. At the same time he has had 2 girlfriends and he has guests in his castle. Like The Count, you probably like to have some time to yourself, but you do appreciate spending time with your friends, and you aren't scared of social situations.


The other possible characters are
Oscar the Grouch
Big Bird
Snuffleupagus
Ernie
Elmo
Kermit the Frog
Grover
Cookie Monster
Guy Smiley
Bert

Hey, don't be a grouch! If you liked the test, let others know by rating it below. Feel free to vote for your favorite character too.
Link: The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test

Hangin' with Oliver

Oliver wasn't totally up for it but he obliged somewhat for the sake of YouTube celebrity. He loves chilling out inside the fireplace - odd for sure. Here he is:

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Podcast #3

It's time for a new podcast. I was hoping to include a phone interview but I'm not there yet, soon though.

in the meantime, I am still popping my P's and even with an alternate microphone, the quality is passable yet not superb. Enjoy.

or, listen right here:

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Bullets Over Broadway

Okay, so not over Broadway and not bullets as in ammo - bullets as in these:

  • I've accepted an invitation to be a contributor to this book blog.
  • Here's a shout out to Jane and John; loyal readers and great friends - I Love You.
  • Sorry about the delay in podcast #3, i think it's going to be worth the wait.
  • Congratulations to Tom Glavine, A-Rod, and Barry Bonds.
  • As much fun as I had at the reunion/block party this past Saturday, I really missed karaoke.
  • Terry Fator is by far and away the best ventriloquist I have ever seen.
  • Ever wanted to nuke things in the microwave just to see what would happen? Go here.
  • Hillary in 2008 - that's how I am rollin'.
  • Dave Granlund is one of my favorite true New England personalities.
  • People who work at Radio Shack, ease up on the "Can I help you" - at least let the door close behind me before you attack.
Over and out, for now.

Monday, August 06, 2007

On How to Be an Idiot - An Ongoing Dilemma

I've been cooking up ideas for things I want to do with my podcast and one of them for sure is interviews, specifically, phone interviews. So, before I went ahead with any research, I knew I had a device I used to use way back in the pranking days. So I'm messing around with the phone and this device and (trying to) dial my own voice mail to see if I can get any recording levels when all of a sudden there is a voice on the other end of the line.

Now I am in a state of such deep focus, that I have no acute awareness of what's even going on around me and all of my brain is being used for this particular purpose, so there was no way for me to think about the voice other than to respond as if the call was coming in. "Hello...can I help you?" "What do you mean, you called me!" "I'm sorry, not sure how that happened.." Then I hung up and moved along with my project.

Seconds later, the phone rings and the caller ID says ARIZONA. I then realized what had happened, though I have no idea how. You see, it was my dear cousin calling from her place of work. Somehow, I had dialed her workplace - which is odd because the number is not in the phone's memory nor in my own brain - which means that I randomly called her; what the heck are those odds? For those trying to keep score and/or computer the odds, I live in Massachusetts, so the only thing our area code/phone numbers have in common is that they use the same set of digits (0-9) and the same quantity of them. So, what better to do that to have a brief catch up chat, so we did and that was that.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Weekend Update

The only place I can start this post is to welcome Baby Singe, better known as Anna Elizabeth to the world. All the best to Egan, N-Po and baby Anna.

This weekend was the summer edition of our semi-annual "friends reunion". This edition was hosted by smokin' hot Anna and everybody's favorite Cuban boy in my hometown of Brooklyn, New York. What made this reunion more interesting and special was that there was a "block party" going on at the same time - which was a major blast from the past and also, there was another wonderful surprise that really made the night special.

First off, thanks Anna & Roberto for hosting the event. Now, to those of you who wonder what a "block party" is probably first need to have a bit of an idea about the nature of the neighborhoods that make up my hometown. The streets are basically made up of a long row of houses, attached on at least one side and in some cases, both. It laid the foundation for a community because you neighbors were really your neighbors. Everybody knew everybody else on the block along with all of their business and that's just the way it was. Many of the neighborhoods have changed over the years but Marine Park has managed to retain alot of what made growing up where I did special.

A "block party" is when the street gets closed to traffic and everyone that participates ("chips in") puts out tables and invites people over. The waft of neighboring grills fill the sticky summer air as amusement rides built onto trucks along with fire hydrants modified with a sprinkler head capture the attention of the children. A DJ plays crappy disco tunes while the dance floor is occupied by drunken dancers competing for who'll be talked about most for years to come.

Being at a block party last evening was fun because I was with all my friends, but it was special because it allowed me to relive a piece of my youth that had long been a distant memory for me. And right in the middle of all of it, while I was standing there, a familiar face came walking up the street. "Chris?" he said. "Joey, holy crap, how the heck are ya?" I replied. "What the hell are you doing here?" Joey said....Turns out that Joey's sister Maria lived on that block and his whole family was there. You see, the Rocca's live across the street from me, in fact, they still live in that house, at least Mr. and Mrs. Rocca along with Joey, still in their basement. Both of Joey's sisters. Maria and Christine have married and both are now parents.

Seeing Mr. and Mrs., Mario and Anna was nice. Seeing Christine, Joey, and Maria was nice as well but was also a visual reminder, a very visual reminder, of the passage of time. I have known all three since they were very young children. My sister used to baby sit for the girls and years later, they babysat for my nephew and niece. Sing them, all grown up - beautiful mature woman with children of their own really put a visual stamp on the just how fast the years pass.

Friday, August 03, 2007

What’s With the Fuck Buddies and Boner Meds?


Here's an email I received from a mysterious person named Gena Dutton:
Subject: Fuckfriends in your area bl5
hi there...
Want a fuck-buddy living nearby?
93% of people who tried us out already got laid with the help of our dating system,

The best part is... it won't even cost you a penny.

My reply:
Dearest Gena,
I assume I can drop the formalities considering the context of your message to me. I was wondering if you are contacting everybody on the planet about this wonderful service of yours or if you are targeting me specifically? I wonder mostly because I get your email just about daily, I do admire your persistence. Is there something about my email address that implies to you that I need a fuck buddy? Do you know me from somewhere? Have we met? Heck, have we fucked?
I'm also interested in knowing if I do have interest in your service, will you specifically be my fuck buddy or are you just promoting other possible fuck buddies? I do think that in an effort to promote truth in advertising you should at the very least include your measurements if not a high resolution photograph.
Gena, I really look forward to hearing back from you soon so that I can make a better informed decision.
All the best,
Chris
Here's another email I received from an equally mysterious lady named Alana Marshall:
Subject: 100mg x 90 pills $159.95
Now the message, which makes no sense whatsoever:
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,So you can watch me watch uplifted snow Blurring the terrain,Toward something that the world is pointing toward Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,The ordinary, wide scene which begins That open before me? What I seewonders if she'd ever be brave enough Right, and appears from here to be overcomeBlurring the terrain, One flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast;To a higher level of appearance
Followed by a graphic listing all the lovely boner meds available for sale and dispensed by a "licensed" pharmacist.
I feel so blessed to be looked after so closely by perfect strangers.

Something to Hold You Over

I made my own "Successories" poster, one with real meaning and none of the cheese:


You can make one too; click here.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

50 Random Questions



When out of material, steal borrow a meme (and even this line) - Thanks Brookie! Pants! I really enjoyed this meme for some reason plus, it's not like I just revealed 100 things about myself and you aren't craving for more dish.
  1. What curse word do you use the most? Fuck for sure, though shit is a very close second.
  2. Do you own an iPod? Yes, I have a love/hate relationship with it because iTunes is so not what it could be and Apple should stop being so fucking stuck up and more customer friendly.
  3. Who on your MySpace "Top 8" do you talk to the most? I find MySpace repulsive. I created an account as a favor to a musician friend but I never log on. In fact, I used Nick Nolte's mug shot for my photo.
  4. What time is your alarm clock set for? **GASP** 5:45 AM.
  5. What color is your room? Seafoam; and I hate it. As soon as I recover from the cost of the bathroom remodel, it will change.
  6. Flip flops or sneakers? Sneakers; men should never, ever, never wear flip-flops.
  7. Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture? This is a tougher question to answer for me because I do like to be the star of the show but I really love to take pictures; perhaps even more than being in them so that I don't have to question why I look so darn goofy.
  8. What was the last movie you watched? I think it was Stranger than Fiction – which I loved.
  9. Do any of your friends have children? Millions, or so it seems. I have one friend who has 7 kids, one who has 5, then a few 3's and 2's etc. At our reunions, there are always more kids than adults, and because we're all getting to be old farts, some of the kids are even becoming adults.
  10. Has anyone ever called you lazy? Yes. I've even called me lazy.
  11. Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster? Never!
  12. What CD is currently in your CD player?
    Out of State Plates by Fountains of Wayne.
  13. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? Chocolate, except for when I am dunking cookies, then regular. Either way, I can't drink much of it or I get really sick.
  14. Has anyone told you a secret this week? No.
  15. Have you ever given someone a hickey? No, but I've sported a few.
  16. Who was the last person to call you? Linda, asking if I had a digital camera. That's an odd question to me because like really, who doesn't.
  17. Do you think people talk about you behind your back? I am sure of it.
  18. Did you watch cartoons as a child? Of course, and I still watch them as an adult. I totally love SpongeBob.
  19. How many siblings do you have? Two. An older brother and a younger sister.
  20. Are you shy around the opposite sex? At times.
  21. What movie do you know every line to? None.
  22. Do you own any band t-shirts? Not any longer.
  23. What is your favorite salad dressing? Simple, Extra Virgin Olive Oil.
  24. Do you read for fun? All the time.
  25. Do you cry a lot? What is a lot? I do cry, sometimes randomly.
  26. Who was the last person to text message you? Someone I don't know, which prompted me to have text messaging blocked on my phone – I find it to be a nasty habit close behind smoking and poking at one of the awful PDA's.
  27. Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop? Both.
  28. Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos? I am way past the piercing phase and even then only had the ear. I will never get a tattoo.
  29. What is the weather like? HHH.
  30. Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos? If date means long term relationship, then more than likely not although I'd still want to really get to know the person behind the ink (then who knows).
  31. Is sex before marriage wrong? No, especially since the general consensus is that in marriage sex doesn't exist (let's not wax philosophical about this; I'm making a joke here).
  32. When was the last time you slept on the floor? It's been a long time and not by choice.
  33. How many hours of sleep do you need to function? Some would say that I rarely function but six is about the minimum I need to not feel really awful when the alarm rings.
  34. Are you in love or lust? Why do there only have to be two choices?
  35. Are your days full and fast-paced? Right now they're not as bad as they will be after the second week of August.
  36. Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages? I read them, feel guilty, then most of the time do the deed anyway.
  37. How old will you be turning on your next birthday? 43.
  38. Are you picky about spelling and grammar? Depends on the context of the writing.
  39. Have you ever been to Six Flags? Yes – Great Adventure in New Jersey – many times.
  40. Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex? While I tend to have more friends of the opposite sex, I have no problems getting along with members of my own gender.
  41. Do you like cottage cheese? Absolutely not.
  42. Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back? Back with an occasional side roll.
  43. Have you ever bid for something on eBay? Just recently for the first time. I bid for, and won an old board game from my childhood.
  44. Do you enjoy giving hugs? I am a big hugger – I love it.
  45. What song did you last sing out loud? On "The Singing Bee" last night they were doing 80's music so I pretty much sang along to all of them.
  46. What is your favorite TV show? Aside from reality TV shows it would have to be House.
  47. Which celebrity, dead or alive, would you want to have lunch with? Bono.
  48. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? Can't remember. I usually get butterflies to some extent when I have to do any public speaking. Also when there's a karaoke mic in my hand without enough alcohol in my bloodstream.
  49. What one thing do you wish you had? There are many things I wish I had but not having them doesn't bother me either. If I could get rid of one thing it would be Anxiety; because that really blows.
  50. Favorite lyrics? Since I love music so much and couldn't come up with a single answer, I'll leave you with a great lyric from one of my favorite films:

    The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'
    That's what I said
    The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
    Or so I have read

    My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
    I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo

    Big bottom, big bottom
    Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em
    Big bottom drive me out of my mind
    How could I leave this behind?

    I met her on Monday, twas my lucky bun day
    You know what I mean
    I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day
    You know what I mean

    My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
    Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah

    Big bottom, big bottom
    Talk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'em
    Big bottom drive me out of my mind
    How could I leave this behind?