I´ve been tagged by Ms. Xanth:
Four jobs I’ve had in my life:
Short-order cook (although not at the Colebrook location but the Palmyra one)
Bindery operator at a printing company
Student organizer
Selling credit cards for MBNA (for exactly two weeks)
Four movies I could watch over and over:
Wings of Desire
Terms of Endearment
Die Hard (the first one)
Magnolia
Four places I have lived:
Not too many… Palmyra, PA
State College, PA
Boston for a month – does that even count?
Western Mass
Four TV shows I love to watch: The Office
Project Runway
The Daily Show
pretty much any crap on MTV. I’m not discerning.
Four places I have been on vacation:
Iceland (yay!)
Northern California
Denver and Aspen, Colorado
The Jersey Shore, baby
Four websites I visit daily:
MassLive.com (seriously)
TIRH
largeheartedboy
CNN.com
Four of my favorite foods
sushi
ice cream
I am currently in love with oatmeal made with milk, honey and cinnamon on the stovetop–huzzah
i had the most incredible meal ever at a czech restaurant in astoria–chicken paprikash
Four places I would rather be right now:
Iceland
grandma’s house
on the couch with my kitties
I think that’s it
Four bloggers I am tagging:
Kelsey Frost who probably has no time, but oh well.
Knitgirl, the coolest mail carrier ever
Gwyn, who kidnapped Pat for a few days
Kath-leen and her new pair of boobies
I´ve been tagged by Ms. Xanth:
Four jobs I’ve had in my life:
Short-order cook (although not at the Colebrook location but the Palmyra one)
Bindery operator at a printing company
Student organizer
Selling credit cards for MBNA (for exactly two weeks)
Four movies I could watch over and over:
Wings of Desire
Terms of Endearment
Die Hard (the first one)
Magnolia
Four places I have lived:
Not too many… Palmyra, PA
State College, PA
Boston for a month – does that even count?
Western Mass
Four TV shows I love to watch: The Office
Project Runway
The Daily Show
pretty much any crap on MTV. I’m not discerning.
Four places I have been on vacation:
Iceland (yay!)
Northern California
Denver and Aspen, Colorado
The Jersey Shore, baby
Four websites I visit daily:
MassLive.com (seriously)
TIRH
largeheartedboy
CNN.com
Four of my favorite foods
sushi
ice cream
I am currently in love with oatmeal made with milk, honey and cinnamon on the stovetop–huzzah
i had the most incredible meal ever at a czech restaurant in astoria–chicken paprikash
Four places I would rather be right now:
Iceland
grandma’s house
on the couch with my kitties
I think that’s it
Four bloggers I am tagging:
Kelsey Frost who probably has no time, but oh well.
Knitgirl, the coolest mail carrier ever
Gwyn, who kidnapped Pat for a few days
Kath-leen and her new pair of boobies
This is my brother’s view from his office cubicle.
That’s the capitol building in Harrisburg, Penn.
tonight i am leaving for pa after eating too many cookies this week, not packing enough, and not kissing my cats enough. I don’t think I feel ready to make this trip. If I were smarter, I would have picked the flight that goes out tomorrow, so I’d have plenty of time to carefully pack, do my laundry. The one thing I got right was the presents. The presents are all neatly packed up and will be driven to me later this week (along with a small bag of laundry).
Instead of finishing up I’m spending a few minutes to blog here, because I don’t know when I’ll be able to do it again. Of course I have a lot of work to do at the work before I can get out the door, and it’s going to be all busy busy busy until I head to the airport.
Despite a very challenging 2005, December has been a blessing. I hope that continues into 2006.
Can you tell me what it means when I keep having dreams that I am in celebrity weddings? My first celeb wedding was Britney Spears’ and my most recent one was Ashlee Simpson’s.
I kind of feel bad for Ashlee Simpson, what with her daddy trying to make her into Jessica 2.0, and the collapsing and all.
After seven-and-a-half years of living in New England I have finally decided to fly home for Christmas. I’m trying to figure out whatever possessed me to agree to such extravagance, considering the six-hour drive really isn’t all that bad of a stretch. On top of that, the flight home will take three hours, since I will have to switch planes in D.C.
But I will appreciate all of this when I land at Harrisburg International without the usual fatigue that hangs on me after a long drive.
Penn State is going to make a bowl game this season. That’s pretty cool.
My grandma Fern just called to ask if we were staying with her over the 4th of July. “Are you staying with me next weekend?” she asks. She detects hesitation in my voice and follows with, “You know, just so I can get the room ready.”
I love it when my grandma calls. It’s like when you’re a reservist and you get a call to report for active duty. It’s a rare call, but when you get it you don’t ignore it. You accept it with pride.
“Of course we’ll stay with you next weekend. That would be great.”
I’ve been discussing via email the perception of travel safety in the Middle East with my Syrian friend. I expressed to him that I felt it was a bad time to be traveling anywhere due to the Iraq War. His response:
Whatever you are told about the middle east and its unsafety, and whatever is there inside the middle east, it remains unclear why it is unsafe. I see foreigners on the street everyday. I was in a meeting with the _______________ and he confirmed that his hotel occupancy is 80%, half of which are Americans and Europeans. what is the matter with the press and foreign ministries? americans have to visit the middle east to see what is going on. there are problems but not bombs. all there is … is people who want to live and sing in peace. Come and see for yourself before it’s too late.
I think when I used to have more international friends, I was a little bit more optimistic than I am these days. It’s true that western media is fueling this perception, but there are reams of travel advisories sent out by the Department of State on a daily basis. It may be true that this has always been the case, even during the Clinton administration, but the fact that I hear about it more is certainly a recent phenomenon.
I was kind of expecting his answer to be what it was. It was a dose of reality that I know I need.
This is a picture of ruins in Palmyra, Syria. I am from Palmyra, Pennsylvania.
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I got a lovely email from my friend Michel who lives in Damascus, Syria. He has invited TIRH and me (and *ahem* the cats) to visit him. In fact, Michel (who was studying architecture on a Fulbright scholarship the last year that I was an undergraduate at PSU) could be reading this right now!
I have always wanted to visit Syria. Here’s a simple map to show geographically-challenged Americans where the country is located. I’ve also always wanted to visit Iran (for reasons that most people know already) and I have open invitations to both places.
Unfortunately, for reasons that most people know already (um, yeah, there’s a war going on) and the fact that both Syria and Iran are ‘on the Department of State’s list of State sponsors of terrorism’ coupled with aggressive US policies against these countries (that are inhabited by some of the most wonderful people in the world) prevent me from visiting at this time.
BB (Before Bush) I more than entertained the possibility of visiting the Middle East. You could say I seriously considered it.
AB (After Bush) I think it will be many years before I entertain that notion again. I’m rather pessimistic that the damage the Bush administration has done will be fixed within 10-15 years, if at all in my lifetime.
In the immortal words of Morrissey: America your head’s too big, Because America, Your belly’s too big.
I may have forgotten to mention that we’ll be sleeping on feather pillows this coming weekend! OK, to bed I go.
Last July, when we went to the Brimfield Antique Show it was brutally hot; today was more of the same. I could have sold a cup of ice for a couple hundred dollars. I’ve never seen more wrinkly, over-tanned bodies (worse than the Jersey shore I tell you!) than on the outskirts of Palmer. I believe HGTV was filming there today — I wish I had taken the picture of the guy in the Giants T-shirt holding a sign that said, “Do not look at the camera.” Instead, I just pointed and laughed. I wanted to ask him how much he was being paid to hold the sign, but I had only just, you know, pointed and laughed at the guy. I’m sure he had no interest in striking up a casual conversation with me.
TIRH and I picked up three pieces of Fiestaware. I’m not sure of their actual worth, but I’m about to investigate. When I saw them I said to the vendor, a 30-something man wearing a baseball cap, “How much for those yellow plates?” hoping he wouldn’t know what they are and not jack up the price. Alas, his response was, “You mean the Fiestaware?” So much for my savvy. Still, he didn’t know enough, because when I asked him how old they were, he said, “From the 30s?” If he only knew that some of the ‘vintage’ Fiestaware can go for $100 a plate (I’ve seen salad bowls for as much as $500), he’d bone up on his Fiestaware knowledge. Silly goose.
We also passed by the mulletted ambiguous Raggedy doll in the picture above. I had both a Raggedy Ann and Andy doll as a child, yet I’m unable to tell which one this is. Either way, there’s a mullet and the signature tattoo over the heart.
Click ‘Continue reading “Raggedy Andy’s mullet”‘ for more photos from our trip to the Brimfield Antique Show.
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