tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75493127389549308592024-03-05T04:17:10.005-08:00weeloworldWeelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-21445625313537617882008-11-23T14:15:00.000-08:002008-11-23T14:18:17.635-08:00check out my fav childhood toys<a href="http://www.facebook.com/editphoto.php?aid=2007358&.php%3Faid%3D2007358%26id%3D1468255029#/photos.php?id=1468255029">Facebook | Your Photos</a><br /><br />these are a few of my favorite childhood toys..<br />click on each toy to see full picture and comments belowWeelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-23792836757870186592008-11-20T10:41:00.001-08:002008-11-20T10:50:25.768-08:00Radio Days<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4eeZjav3ym3LwQBuipDBEg3gC-H8Fpc-fHMLGymat6iwn3JhOYlsOEeRLroUnj-qijoMqn0N0WQyRFg_kIqYStZSRONt-uGGEEIn_Ut5f1cBclCJE-Mvw2kUvJpIW_Z6rejLAMfOMR-68/s1600-h/warm+101.3+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4eeZjav3ym3LwQBuipDBEg3gC-H8Fpc-fHMLGymat6iwn3JhOYlsOEeRLroUnj-qijoMqn0N0WQyRFg_kIqYStZSRONt-uGGEEIn_Ut5f1cBclCJE-Mvw2kUvJpIW_Z6rejLAMfOMR-68/s320/warm+101.3+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270813274399131698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWxW1WPC2zmQcoxVak-yUcZi118-3fUCN2Qlt9MYjhAUK-2qObEU4a9AJHDZfmN5rk-vHRnVaUJfRHT3ICVyl6H0pYrDEtD5RUQPi3jnSa9YIo_OF4WALjzzGzp2fsVykty0Ns_YDVHAM/s1600-h/warm+101.3+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWxW1WPC2zmQcoxVak-yUcZi118-3fUCN2Qlt9MYjhAUK-2qObEU4a9AJHDZfmN5rk-vHRnVaUJfRHT3ICVyl6H0pYrDEtD5RUQPi3jnSa9YIo_OF4WALjzzGzp2fsVykty0Ns_YDVHAM/s320/warm+101.3+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270812941227806466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg4AOr_sG8bfPyYUduqH6wOcWkcwHx-GQAjJcyQuYcpO8SPyliZb-sgGfnmJkEIYX3z8B14scZayofsPaYa8CBvbKRgtuSe4vRykRmFrNB4zf4oZbdQF4AUvgiUWv7oObkwTVsVYSgggzf/s1600-h/warm+101.3+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg4AOr_sG8bfPyYUduqH6wOcWkcwHx-GQAjJcyQuYcpO8SPyliZb-sgGfnmJkEIYX3z8B14scZayofsPaYa8CBvbKRgtuSe4vRykRmFrNB4zf4oZbdQF4AUvgiUWv7oObkwTVsVYSgggzf/s320/warm+101.3+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270812512668312642" /></a><br /><br />What an honor it's been to play radio host with Tony Infantino at WARM 101.3.<br />He is my long lost sibling..such a generous guy and easy to have fun with.<br />Gonna be back on with him tomorrow at 6 AM..tune in!Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-31922273952712671862008-11-17T17:19:00.000-08:002008-11-17T17:23:00.806-08:00'Meh': Apathetic expression enters dictionary - Yahoo! News<a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081117/ap_on_re_eu/eu_britain_new_word">'Meh': Apathetic expression enters dictionary - Yahoo! News</a><br /><br />FINALLY!<br />For months now I've asked every cool person i know what the hell "meh" means after reading it in a comment line on someone's blog.<br />Sounds like it's been around a while. I'm slow on the draw..but at least so are all of the cool people i know.<br />meh.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-10396562017658315162008-11-16T10:26:00.000-08:002008-11-16T10:30:47.401-08:00it's getting WARM around herea mighty wind is blowing<br />and the temps are dropping<br />but tomorrow morning at 6 it's gonna be WARM.<br />tune in to hear me play the part of <strong>guest host</strong> on WARM 101.3 with Tony Infantino.<br /><br />also friday at 6am...<br />fun fun fun.....Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-42398174976018315432008-11-11T09:03:00.000-08:002008-11-11T09:53:08.565-08:00call to action<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGbviF8S6QtptDLhcUOPT9HLvAQZd_KPCZfwUtWRdTebDPa_rILqaqCxe2q36BJcaX2qcoA6DKbVnlEaZY_0Y7V-fTVMYCJFJG_6Lr0HWEPrTDSk6gKhg6eLwkCFijmS0LtKvBh18Hboo-/s1600-h/george+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGbviF8S6QtptDLhcUOPT9HLvAQZd_KPCZfwUtWRdTebDPa_rILqaqCxe2q36BJcaX2qcoA6DKbVnlEaZY_0Y7V-fTVMYCJFJG_6Lr0HWEPrTDSk6gKhg6eLwkCFijmS0LtKvBh18Hboo-/s320/george+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267447965843955762" /></a><br />I just found out that the Sock Monkey is <em>not</em> a member of the National Toy Hall of Fame.<br />My friends, it is time to act.<br />Go to the Strong Museum of Play website www.strongmuseum.org and nominate this ambassador of good will to his rightful place in toy history.<br />That's what this democracy of ours is based on, the power of the vote.<br />Straps and i thank you for your support!<br /><br />p.s If a<em> box </em>and a<em> stick</em> can make it into the Hall, nothing should be able stop our mighty Monkey!Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-17868045731133411782008-10-18T17:35:00.000-07:002008-10-18T18:29:59.364-07:00chill<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hdqrMvCHWHHwnoEQEl5gM6YCxXShlOpU_ltRruyRgyUFEXaAOPKO08PwtwDy7LLFofrCVovZKyOx5qUEluoIIqkI1Pc8xyIc1HpE-qcBAWi2SlPV4Glmoggu292xBVOGoX-lIxfzjhFf/s1600-h/george+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hdqrMvCHWHHwnoEQEl5gM6YCxXShlOpU_ltRruyRgyUFEXaAOPKO08PwtwDy7LLFofrCVovZKyOx5qUEluoIIqkI1Pc8xyIc1HpE-qcBAWi2SlPV4Glmoggu292xBVOGoX-lIxfzjhFf/s320/george+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258666038996598802" /></a><br /><br />factoid:<br />i was born on election day in 1960.<br />this year election day falls a few days before my birthday and i have a big pre- b-day wish.<br />i am emotionally invested in the outcome of this race.<br />one side effect of this political intensity is that i completely lose my sense of humor and get all wound up from mid Oct. till the results come in.<br />after watching my friend squeeze the hell out of her Incredible Hulk doll while watching one of the debates, i realized that i too needed some kind of anti-stress implement.<br />i bought George (also known as "Straps")about 2 weeks ago and don't know how i lived all of these years without a sock monkey.<br />when the goin' gets rough, i rub his ears, and oddly, relief seems to come.<br />7 bucks at CVS in case you're interested.<br />cheaper than talk therapy.<br />no side effects like drug therapy.<br />old school charm.<br /><em>highly</em> recommended chill tool.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-12371994376728248582008-10-01T17:35:00.000-07:002008-10-01T17:42:27.109-07:00Political junkiePolitics are my sport.<br />Debates are my Super Bowl.<br />I get so cranked up for these things..even though I know pretty much what they are going to say ..and not say.<br />I watch and hope for a few knockdown punchlines, a few major gaffes here and there..<br />or best case scenario, a trainwreck.<br />I know that this is serious stuff, and i am passionate about my beliefs, but i get swept away in the drama of it all...<br />So it is with relish that i look forward to tomorrow night.<br />A few friends, a few snack items, nerfballs, and nerf guns to fire at the TV when the spirit moves us to do so.<br />Does it get any better than this?Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-37706242858611391242008-09-25T15:19:00.000-07:002008-10-01T17:34:58.554-07:00Good Morning RochesterIf you ever saw the movie <em>Stand By Me,</em> maybe you remember the part about the Barf-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">a-rama</span>. If you do, then you have a good visual of what my life has been like for the past 5 days.<br />Despite that, I was able to get up and get my butt down to the studio of WARM 101.3 to sit in for a while on the morning drive show with Tony and Kristie. Besides feeling like i was going to pass out, being nervous, and wondering what the hell might come out of my mouth since i seem to have a hard time controlling it, all went surprisingly well. lucky for me, everyone there was a professional , they were great people, and they of course did all the heavy lifting.<br />the studio was breathtaking...17<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> floor with windows looking over the sunny morning city. i have such a love of radio, and it was such an honor to be asked to sit in. more than ever i have respect for these people that get up at insane o'clock and are so energized and smooth. Tony asked me to jump back on when Kristie is out on maternity leave. this was one of those surreal days.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-76053803143195458702008-09-07T07:12:00.000-07:002008-09-07T07:33:06.439-07:00oBLOGationI've learned a lesson.<br />never blog just because you haven't written in a while.<br />a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">friend</span> of mine commented that he wished i would update my blog.<br />that night, tired and uninspired i banged out a half hearted entry.<br />the next morning at work, he said to me..<br />"you know how if you have a bugger hanging out of your nose, you'd want someone to tell you?<br />well, your last blog entry was really weak."<br /><br />he was right. i knew it.<br />i was so happy to be on the receiving end of such honesty.<br />it's rare.<br /><br />lesson learned.<br />if you have nothing to say, don't try to say it.<br />i just happily deleted the old entry.<br /><br />yesterday i attended the funeral of a close friend's wife.<br />besides feeling the sense of loss and grief and finality, it really made me do a review of my own life. mostly i was confronted with all of the mistakes i have made and all of my shortcomings.<br />i wish i had a delete button for those things and cleaning up my life could be acheived as easily as editing a blog.<br />i am so grateful for the people in my life that love me unconditionally<br />and care enough to tell me when i've got a bugger hanging out of my nose.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-51152763523702029612008-08-07T17:42:00.000-07:002008-08-07T20:03:28.542-07:00garbage picker lottery/ curb enthusiasm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5AGWQPcWysp5HOxdnnstchzvGANRtOsZ4nhVp9gS289S-nLpiQ4hIQAnVP2M4SEO4_Rr4xFt2UIExOqWInZRch2u9bor0zBO-_MXgjGlHNj4sN8zmpTjYJcrsqqsFHQblvgXP1oQtryU/s1600-h/GARBAGE+PICK+ER+AND+BUNNIES+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231962656168111746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5AGWQPcWysp5HOxdnnstchzvGANRtOsZ4nhVp9gS289S-nLpiQ4hIQAnVP2M4SEO4_Rr4xFt2UIExOqWInZRch2u9bor0zBO-_MXgjGlHNj4sN8zmpTjYJcrsqqsFHQblvgXP1oQtryU/s320/GARBAGE+PICK+ER+AND+BUNNIES+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSRgXQXuiW3Fhq9G5q77RY_6D5P7C9zTwuwEwf7eRtKcn7w3p7mS1Pz98Pg3E-koiXb3zMMIy8VB-ywXCvv-OaHHTn_pIVrfQXGrfVQyXwHWIN44Lvqk5-NzHcBIif8Xvp72KdaPaQ51r/s1600-h/GARBAGE+PICK+ER+AND+BUNNIES+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231961886003105298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSRgXQXuiW3Fhq9G5q77RY_6D5P7C9zTwuwEwf7eRtKcn7w3p7mS1Pz98Pg3E-koiXb3zMMIy8VB-ywXCvv-OaHHTn_pIVrfQXGrfVQyXwHWIN44Lvqk5-NzHcBIif8Xvp72KdaPaQ51r/s320/GARBAGE+PICK+ER+AND+BUNNIES+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> the other day while looking out my kids' bedroom window, i saw my neighbor carry out a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hotshit</span> bookshelf to the curb.</div><div>it looked like it was from pottery barn or crate and barrel or west elm.</div><div>all i knew was that i wanted that thing. ( i know, thou shall not covet thy neighbor's goods..but it doesn't say <em>anything</em> about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">covetting</span> thy neighbor's <em>trash</em>).</div><div>before i could even make a beeline for it, some lucky son of a b pulled up, opened the back of his SUV, and picked up MY shelf. </div><div>dang.</div><div>a few hours later i was talking with a pal of mine that had stopped by about how i wanted to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">feng</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">shui</span> the heck out of my living room.</div><div>when i walked her out to her car, we spied a tan micro suede chair and matching ottoman on the curb.</div><div>"let's go" she said. "we're getting it".</div><div>"are you sure this doesn't break some law of garbage picking etiquette?" i asked.</div><div>"we're <em>getting</em> it !" this girl was fired up.</div><div>we went over and i stretched out on the thing. Nice. Real nice.</div><div>minutes later the chair was mine.</div><div>next the neighbors brought out two more bookshelves.</div><div>"i don't know..."..i looked at my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">galpal</span>.</div><div>"we're getting them too!".</div><div>we dragged both shelves onto my lawn.</div><div>jackpot!</div><div>my living room got an instant make over just like they do on those decorating shows on cable..or at least <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i've</span> been <em>told</em> since i don't actually have cable.</div><div>the only thing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> going to be watching now is the curb..like a hawk..</div><div>who knows what other goodies may be headed my way.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i'm</span> hoping that they'll upgrade their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">tv</span> soon, so i can snatch it up and watch the Home and Garden Network from the comfort of my newly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">feng</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">shuied</span> living room.</div><div>my across the street neighbor has been leaving me updated voice mail messages about anything new that appears on the curb since she has a better vantage point. gotta love that.</div><div></div><div></div><div>p.s. the stuff looks much better in real life than in the photos..i can barely pull myself out of that room now.</div><div></div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div>Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-36472742011680764362008-07-20T08:01:00.000-07:002008-07-20T08:15:27.248-07:00tiki text<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTfX547Xe8QNekdBQ_ilTINih16VxG6ftdHY3uSrWfJCACrwIP5_NGbDPxJ3v2se1TY-qw9AYliQ0CLDipnZp8cAs9p1ffn-ad4oWIe0uNBI5tOQwisRBj9lRcWguyAhMJaiMTTof3uA0s/s1600-h/144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225114060237003458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTfX547Xe8QNekdBQ_ilTINih16VxG6ftdHY3uSrWfJCACrwIP5_NGbDPxJ3v2se1TY-qw9AYliQ0CLDipnZp8cAs9p1ffn-ad4oWIe0uNBI5tOQwisRBj9lRcWguyAhMJaiMTTof3uA0s/s320/144.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>k,mj</div><br /><div>]'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' 6,</div><br /><br />in case you're wondering, bunnies do text.<br />we still can't figure out what she means.<br />better ask the vet when we get her fixed.<br /><br />there were no moles to whack at the fair so we bought a rabbit instead.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-44148780413459943332008-07-10T16:35:00.000-07:002008-07-11T07:39:18.087-07:00smashing part twoback to the Monroe County Fair..<br />the second best thing about the fair<br />is playing Whack-a-mole.<br />there is something about the weight of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mallet</span> on those adorable plastic mole heads..<br />it's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exhilarating</span>.<br />i know.<br />i have issues.<br />but unlike carpenter ants, i will never kill an actual mole.<br /><br />i am aware that you can play Whack-a-mole at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Seabreeze</span></span></span><br />but it's just not the same.<br />it lacks that all important sleazy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">carnie</span></span></span> vibe.<br />plus the first time i ever whacked a mole was at the county fair<br />so there is that all important element of nostalgia.<br />i was swinging the mallet with one hand and holding my cheek with the other.<br />it was the day i had my one and only wisdom tooth pulled, as i mentioned in my last entry.<br />what i didn't mention was that i cannot pass up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">italian</span></span> sausage with peppers and onions on a hard roll..even if i had to eat it on one side of my mouth..and even if i could barely open my mouth to begin with.<br /><br />now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span></span> remembering earlier that same day sitting<br />in the dentist office scared out of my mind about the whole tooth extraction thing...<br />they gave me a happy pill to chill me out.<br /><br />i was in the waiting room filling out info on the clipboard they handed me when the drugs kicked in.<br />where it asked for next of kin, i wrote Robert Redford..<br />i put down some other bogus info ..and was laughing my ass off.<br />a big thanks goes out to whoever it is that invented anti-anxiety meds.<br /><br />right after the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">procedure</span>, my mom took me to see my aunt susie, her sister ,who had a bit part in a Burt Reynolds movie. she played a hooker in a scene that took place in an old western saloon.<br />i kept waiting for her 15 seconds of fame.. but my painkiller was wearing off.<br />i sat there crying during a comedy..<br />but the movie was so horrible, i think i would've been crying anyways.<br /><br />i had totally forgotten this chapter of my life.<br />those memories probably would've remained dormant in some dark corner of my brain never to surface again, if not for the love of whacking moles.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-63292813944118061322008-07-09T16:55:00.000-07:002008-07-09T17:10:14.341-07:00smashingrecently for health reasons that i won't bore you with<br />it has become necessary for me to give up some of the things<br />that i enjoy most on earth:<br />hot fudge sundaes,<br />chocolate,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">frappachinos</span><br />pizza<br />pasta<br /><br />it is bumming me out. big time.<br />one side effect of this new diet is<br />that it forces me to find pleasure in other ways.<br /><br />so it is with great excitement that i<br />am counting down to one of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fav</span> guilty pleasures :<br />the Monroe County Fair Demolition Derby..<br /><br />i remember back in high school riding in my friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">larry's</span> demo car<br />illegally (no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">windshield</span>) to the fairgrounds<br />for the big event.<br />i had never witnessed one before<br />and it did not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">disappoint</span> despite the fact that i had a wisdom tooth pulled earlier that day<br />and was in pure agony after my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">meds</span> wore off.<br />i loved the danger, the swagger of the drivers, the rowdy beer drinking fans.<br /><br />it ain't summer without the demo. i can almost smell the fumes.........Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-25712492637217517992008-07-08T17:52:00.000-07:002008-07-08T18:00:23.558-07:00to dodrive in movie<br />weed back patio before snowfall<br />urban photo safari<br />long long bike ride<br />get a god darn hammock<br />live music<br />camp out<br />figure out how to make beets edible<br />take bunny on a playdate with new neighbor's bunnies<br />stay up all night reading<br />install AC in bedroom before snowfall<br />sit on butt<br />play tennis play tennis play tennis<br />float<br />play in sprinkler<br />set up kiddie pool before snowfall<br />rest<br />relax<br />repeatWeelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-23743877195595413412008-06-30T16:41:00.000-07:002008-06-30T18:55:57.995-07:00summer things never changesummer is here<br />no homework...<br />relaxed schedule....<br />freedom....<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span></span> watching my kids struggle a bit with the adjustment<br />from too much structure<br />to all out 4 wheel drive recess<br /><br /><br />takes me back to summers i spent as a kid<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pre</span></span> X-box, guitar hero ( i am a guitar zero..but have plans to make a big push)<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pre</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">netflix</span></span>, blockbuster , <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ipod</span></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pre</span></span> yahoo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">google</span></span> blogger...<br />what the hell did i do with all of that time?<br /><br />i did a lot of what i like still like doing now..<br />hanging out in or on the water<br />although i now prefer non-chlorinated<br />hitting tennis balls<br />listening to music<br />typing away<br />losing myself in the lives of others on a page...<br /><br />today i listened to some Beatles...Let it Be..Naked<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i'm</span></span> still typing away<br />and right now<br />it's time to break open my new can of tennis balls .<br />popping open that airtight can is easily<br />one of the best sounds on earth .<br />a nostalgic pop<br />that packs a powerful punch of<br />sweaty, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">joyful</span> childhood memories.<br /><br />watched Venus swing it today.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Wimbledon</span> still has the power<br />to make me get my butt to the court..<br />as a kid in the 70's tennis was at it's peak.<br />you had to stand around and wait for a court to open up.<br />not once in a while, but every time you went to play.<br />the cult of personality was overwhelming:Connors, McEnroe, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Martrina</span>, Chrissy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Nastase</span>, Borg, Billie Jean, Arthur Ashe.<br />somehow as luck would have it, Jimmy Connors played an exhibition in Rochester against <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Vitas</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Guerilitis</span>..and i got to see and HEAR them live. Tennis is so much about sound..the lusty grunts, the sneakers squealing, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">gorgeous</span> plunk of a perfectly hit backhand .<br />and in the case of jimmy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">connors</span>, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">never ending</span> stream of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">one liners</span> hurled at the line judge, his opponent or himself when he blew a shot.<br /><br />every winter i forget how much i love the game.<br />every summer<br />i remember.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-60600311091117681502008-06-20T16:01:00.000-07:002008-06-20T16:06:31.531-07:00top fivetop five things on my mind:<br /><br />1) where are all those carpenter ants in my kitchen coming from?<br />2) will the ant traps work?<br />3)why do i feel guilty about killing said ants?<br />4)is death by ant trap more humane than death by squashing?<br />5) if you see an ant walking out of a box of cereal, do you throw the whole box out?Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-56916956980221280192008-06-08T05:26:00.000-07:002008-06-08T06:24:47.150-07:00quote of the day<blockquote><p><em>"Fearlessness is the mother of invention."</em></p><p>Arianna Huffington<br /><br />as one who has spent much of her life being plagued by fears and phobias,<br />i'm wondering:<br />can someone change their essential nature?<br />can someone find more courage and more heart without making a trip to see the wizard?<br />are we able to make fundamental changes to who we are, or just incremental?<br /><br />i'm feeling restless today.<br />want to change everything<br />from the color of the walls of my house<br />to the color of my hair<br />want to live somewhere different </p><p>drive something different ( of course!)<br />see something different<br />do something different..<br />but i'll probably wind up mulching.<br /><br />when i feel the need to change the <em>externals</em>,<br />it's probably a sign that the <em>internals</em><br />are what need to change.<br />when the internal changes<br />everything else may stay the same,<br />but everything <em>looks</em> different.<br /><br />i feel<br />summer coming..<br />it brings with it<br />a warm strong sensuous wind<br />that blows the dust off<br />the year that has been,</p><p>and brings electricity.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></blockquote>Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-47783799420178998392008-05-31T06:14:00.000-07:002008-06-07T14:23:33.479-07:00the juxtaposition of thingsthis morning after turning the computer on, i was greeted as usual by Yahoo homepage<br />telling me everything that i missed while catching 8 hours of shuteye.<br />the headline was: "<strong>Japanese woman caught living in man's closet</strong>". Apparently a 58 year old homeless woman sneaked into a man's house and lived undetected in his closet for a year. <em>a year</em>. he became suspicious after he noticed that his food was mysteriously disappearing.<br />on the same page i clicked on a story about brad and angelina's new digs in the south of France. since they're having twins i guess they needed a little more room and bought a 1,000 acre chateau on the French Riviera. Further investigation showed that not only does this new pad have it's own lake, moat, vineyard and forest, but <strong><em>35</em></strong> <em><strong>bedrooms</strong></em> as well!<br />i'm thinking that my whole family and several of my closest friends could sleep in those closets for a year and be pretty comfortable. getting past security may be an issue. a better idea may be to hang out in the closet at their New Orleans or California houses while they're hanging out in France. With two new babies <em>and</em> a new mansion to deal with they'll be way too preoccupied to even think about their stateside cribs!Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-84385307956636593452008-05-21T16:38:00.000-07:002008-05-21T16:55:45.582-07:00this doesn't make centstoday i learned that it takes 7 cents to make a nickle.<br />the world is full of perplexing truths <br />and trivial realities....<br />and that is one reason why i find it endlessly fun to be alive.<br /><br />my small challenge for the day was to try to fill up my gas tank without whining about it to my kids who were onboard at the time. i failed. sounding like a geiser i <br />couldn't hold back from telling them for the umpteenth time " i remember when gas was $1.00 a gallon".<br />meanwhile my husband read an article in Reader's Digest (the large print edition pictured in my last blog entry which is given to me by one of my 80 year old customers when he's done with it, and i enjoy it lots because i don't need to use my reading glasses, (ironic that the large print editon therefore makes me feel <em>younger</em>)...anyways Paul read an article about this guy that is <strong>obsessed</strong> with squeezing every last mile out of a gallon of gas. he gives out specific guidelines for doing just that which Paul has completely taken to heart. He is experimenting with our Toyota which i can no longer drive until his experiment is over. the guy in the article got 30mpg out of his wive's SUV.<br /><br />my new pal, head of marketing at Chrysler emailed me to see if i had heard about the new jeep incentives..($2.99/gallon for 3 years..or 700 gallons /year)...<br />she also wanted to wish me luck and contact her if i get on deal or no deal so she can cheer for me. gotta love her..<br />speaking of cheering..go David Archuletta!Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-80662480399692499342008-05-14T17:28:00.000-07:002008-05-14T18:06:11.241-07:00life's simple pleasures, just add guilt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmx2yNC5V8ScidnPZW53ZNguPEYJjJF2lmCb1toCxRsZ5Pu6M_F8U65c7Z9ns40Mkad3iv7u6kmnaKfAVbtLs_YZcpStBDnv1kJLFiF1d0kX-K7bvb_ckFvQQPUWKScOS2Qyc19CLbMPYM/s1600-h/mag+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmx2yNC5V8ScidnPZW53ZNguPEYJjJF2lmCb1toCxRsZ5Pu6M_F8U65c7Z9ns40Mkad3iv7u6kmnaKfAVbtLs_YZcpStBDnv1kJLFiF1d0kX-K7bvb_ckFvQQPUWKScOS2Qyc19CLbMPYM/s320/mag+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200400813028173778" /></a><br />seems like a lot of the stuff that brings me joy, these days also induces guilt.<br />summer of 1977..slammed on a bikini, grabbed a beach towel, slathered on the baby oil, cranked up the radio...bingo...heaven.<br />now the sun is a double edged sword, not enough means too little vitamin D, too much<br />means skin cancer..(come to think of it the baby oil in '77 probably already did irreversible damage).<br />chocolate, up until recently, a daily staple of my diet, and a great source of comfort to me, now is a no-no because it causes reflux!!!<br />and reading magazines, (i have always been a mag-hag), has become an un-green activity...trees are killed, landfills filled.<br />guess that leaves blogging...(am i wasting electricity?) green guilt abounds.<br />oh yeah, and did i mention the SUV i've fallen in love with?<br />15 miles per gallon..............<br />that's enough to take the joy right out of my joyride....<br />think it's time to read my mags on a blanket in the sun with a bag of chocolate<br />and some Prilosec while dreaming of my Jeep.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-63115005717117522412008-04-27T06:30:00.000-07:002008-04-27T08:58:58.801-07:00fun with failuresince my new goal is to embrace failure and to fail as much as possible,<br />if i succeed at something, will i fail to meet my failure goal?<br />and if i do, would that be a success or a failure?<br />i'm confused.<br /><br />here is my inspirational quote for the day:<br /><br />"Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm."<br /><br />Winston Churchill<br /><br /><br />it has been interesting to note that when talking to people about my attempt to get on Deal or No Deal...how many folks feel it necessary to impress upon me just how slim my odds of getting on the show are...like i don't realize that...like that should stop me? what's the worst thing that can happen...<br />i don't get on....<br />i'm growing quite tired of naysayers..<br />i continue to choose to live in the realm of possibility.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-68519551485707864202008-04-16T15:57:00.000-07:002008-04-16T16:05:53.408-07:00death and taxeswhat a week.<br />i can't ever remember being this sick for this long.<br />i can't remember being this disappointed in a tax return since the late 80's.<br />i can barely handle either one individually<br />but concurrently?<br />i'm struggling.<br />the good part is that the taxes are done.<br />and i've been able to read quite a bit<br />when not sleeping.<br />and i'm on my third (and hopefully final)<br />draft of my deal or no deal application.<br />now be gone virus!<br />i've got stuff to do..Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-44823785757736038532008-04-12T06:40:00.000-07:002008-04-12T17:26:54.246-07:00talk talk talk..time for actionwhen i told jessica that i had an idea for a book<br />she said:<br />"that's nice. but i'm really tired of you <em>having</em> all these great ideas<br />and never <em>doing</em> any of them".<br /><br />it was one of the best whacks in the head i have ever received.<br /><br />perhaps it was just to prove her (and myself) wrong that i actually wrote <em>One House</em>.<br /><br />this is the year of action.<br />and with that in mind,<br />i am on to the next thing<br />that i have talked about ad nauseum..<br /><br />today i will take advantage of the viral infection that has kept me in bed for a week<br />and i will complete my application for <strong>deal or no deal</strong>.<br /><br />i have dreams..some of which involve cash that i don't have<br />and i have to be willing to find creative ways to finance those<br />dreams..<br /><br />i am inspired by the book <em>The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio</em><br />a memoir about a mom that uses her ability to play with words and wins a staggering number of jingle contest prizes that keep her family afloat.<br /><br />now that i've publicly stated my goal, i'm accountable.<br />gotta run.. i hear howie calling.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-66481060911955954962008-04-06T06:03:00.000-07:002008-04-06T06:18:09.946-07:00Chrysler callingit's true.<br />the squeaky wheel (squeaky girl?) gets the grease.<br />in a very funny and surreal turn of events<br />peeps at Chrysler corp heard the car talk segment,<br />then contacted car talk to find me.<br />i got a really nice call and email from a woman named Eileen <br />that works in Chrysler Public Relations. she said they want to help me along the path of<br />owning patrick henry.<br />she put a woman from Jeep advertising (Kendra) in touch with me.<br />got a message from her on friday.<br />she too sounds very friendly and energetic and wants to talk to me about incentives.<br />what ever becomes of it is immaterial.<br />just love the fact that they took the effort to help someone get closer to fulfilling a fantasy.Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549312738954930859.post-76328175626188140762008-03-31T16:30:00.000-07:002008-04-03T18:53:58.237-07:00Radio Therapyi've been a radio junky forever.<br />started off in my bedroom as a kid calling WAXC <br />and requesting "Dancing in the Moonlight".<br /><br />being a mail carrier has allowed me to take the addiction to new heights<br />since i can listen for 4 hours a day..and get paid at the same time.<br /><br />my sister took me to meet our true radio heroine, Diane Rehm, several years ago.<br />we stood in line, waiting anxiously for her to sign our books and when we got up to her we stood there like a couple of idiots..stammering and sweating..we were in awe!<br /><br />had an "in-studio" expeience as a guest on the Bob Lonsberry show that i'd mostly like to forget. i brought a motion-activated barking dog with me for a prop (since i was on there to talk of things postal) and somehow the son-of-a-bee started barking while Bill Low was delivering his newscast. i remember diving for it and ripping the batteries out while getting a "not-so-smart" look from the producer.<br /><br /> my best radio memories involve listening to Click and Clack on Car Talk <br />on saturday mornings. sometimes they made me laugh so hard that i would listen to the same show all over again when they replayed it on sunday.<br />this past saturday i lived out a radio fantasy by being CALLER # SIX on their show.<br />(insert client # nine joke here).<br /><br />talking to them and hearing them talk back...was completely surreal...reminded me of the first time i saw the HOLLYWOOD sign in person after years and years of seeing images of it.<br />needless to say i was in a state of SHOCK and AWE..but they managed to calm me down<br />and of course crack me up.<br /><br />you can hear it for yourself on cartalk.com. (that is, if you have real player or itunes downloaded on your computer).<br />the date of the show was 3/29/08.<br />i'm proud to say they titled the show "Give me Liberty or give me Xanax" in reference to my desperate call.<br />i'm still buzzing a bit.<br />think i may just need that Xanax!Weelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02963660309896180375noreply@blogger.com5