Good Morning Rochester

If you ever saw the movie Stand By Me, maybe you remember the part about the Barf-a-rama. If you do, then you have a good visual of what my life has been like for the past 5 days.
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.
the studio was breathtaking...17th 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.

oBLOGation

I've learned a lesson.
never blog just because you haven't written in a while.
a friend of mine commented that he wished i would update my blog.
that night, tired and uninspired i banged out a half hearted entry.
the next morning at work, he said to me..
"you know how if you have a bugger hanging out of your nose, you'd want someone to tell you?
well, your last blog entry was really weak."

he was right. i knew it.
i was so happy to be on the receiving end of such honesty.
it's rare.

lesson learned.
if you have nothing to say, don't try to say it.
i just happily deleted the old entry.

yesterday i attended the funeral of a close friend's wife.
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.
i wish i had a delete button for those things and cleaning up my life could be acheived as easily as editing a blog.
i am so grateful for the people in my life that love me unconditionally
and care enough to tell me when i've got a bugger hanging out of my nose.

garbage picker lottery/ curb enthusiasm

the other day while looking out my kids' bedroom window, i saw my neighbor carry out a hotshit bookshelf to the curb.

it looked like it was from pottery barn or crate and barrel or west elm.

all i knew was that i wanted that thing. ( i know, thou shall not covet thy neighbor's goods..but it doesn't say anything about covetting thy neighbor's trash).

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.

dang.

a few hours later i was talking with a pal of mine that had stopped by about how i wanted to feng shui the heck out of my living room.

when i walked her out to her car, we spied a tan micro suede chair and matching ottoman on the curb.

"let's go" she said. "we're getting it".

"are you sure this doesn't break some law of garbage picking etiquette?" i asked.

"we're getting it !" this girl was fired up.

we went over and i stretched out on the thing. Nice. Real nice.

minutes later the chair was mine.

next the neighbors brought out two more bookshelves.

"i don't know..."..i looked at my galpal.

"we're getting them too!".

we dragged both shelves onto my lawn.

jackpot!

my living room got an instant make over just like they do on those decorating shows on cable..or at least i've been told since i don't actually have cable.

the only thing i'm going to be watching now is the curb..like a hawk..

who knows what other goodies may be headed my way.

i'm hoping that they'll upgrade their tv soon, so i can snatch it up and watch the Home and Garden Network from the comfort of my newly feng shuied living room.

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.

p.s. the stuff looks much better in real life than in the photos..i can barely pull myself out of that room now.

tiki text

k,mj

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in case you're wondering, bunnies do text.
we still can't figure out what she means.
better ask the vet when we get her fixed.

there were no moles to whack at the fair so we bought a rabbit instead.

smashing part two

back to the Monroe County Fair..
the second best thing about the fair
is playing Whack-a-mole.
there is something about the weight of the mallet on those adorable plastic mole heads..
it's exhilarating.
i know.
i have issues.
but unlike carpenter ants, i will never kill an actual mole.

i am aware that you can play Whack-a-mole at Seabreeze
but it's just not the same.
it lacks that all important sleazy carnie vibe.
plus the first time i ever whacked a mole was at the county fair
so there is that all important element of nostalgia.
i was swinging the mallet with one hand and holding my cheek with the other.
it was the day i had my one and only wisdom tooth pulled, as i mentioned in my last entry.
what i didn't mention was that i cannot pass up italian 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.

now i'm remembering earlier that same day sitting
in the dentist office scared out of my mind about the whole tooth extraction thing...
they gave me a happy pill to chill me out.

i was in the waiting room filling out info on the clipboard they handed me when the drugs kicked in.
where it asked for next of kin, i wrote Robert Redford..
i put down some other bogus info ..and was laughing my ass off.
a big thanks goes out to whoever it is that invented anti-anxiety meds.

right after the procedure, 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.
i kept waiting for her 15 seconds of fame.. but my painkiller was wearing off.
i sat there crying during a comedy..
but the movie was so horrible, i think i would've been crying anyways.

i had totally forgotten this chapter of my life.
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.

smashing

recently for health reasons that i won't bore you with
it has become necessary for me to give up some of the things
that i enjoy most on earth:
hot fudge sundaes,
chocolate,
frappachinos
pizza
pasta

it is bumming me out. big time.
one side effect of this new diet is
that it forces me to find pleasure in other ways.

so it is with great excitement that i
am counting down to one of my fav guilty pleasures :
the Monroe County Fair Demolition Derby..

i remember back in high school riding in my friend larry's demo car
illegally (no windshield) to the fairgrounds
for the big event.
i had never witnessed one before
and it did not disappoint despite the fact that i had a wisdom tooth pulled earlier that day
and was in pure agony after my meds wore off.
i loved the danger, the swagger of the drivers, the rowdy beer drinking fans.

it ain't summer without the demo. i can almost smell the fumes.........

to do

drive in movie
weed back patio before snowfall
urban photo safari
long long bike ride
get a god darn hammock
live music
camp out
figure out how to make beets edible
take bunny on a playdate with new neighbor's bunnies
stay up all night reading
install AC in bedroom before snowfall
sit on butt
play tennis play tennis play tennis
float
play in sprinkler
set up kiddie pool before snowfall
rest
relax
repeat