tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325310632012-01-20T06:18:51.701-08:00Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191145011442002951noreply@blogger.comBlogger2021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32531063.post-22678523763011935382008-06-24T18:55:00.000-07:002008-10-16T15:30:56.884-07:00

I've moved. My new Blog is Chronic Diarrhea

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This blog is leaving the airways. I just read it from start to finish and it drug up all of the past that I no longer want to associate with. I am glad I recorded it all. The entries one by one envoked memories of the moments that I was going through. So to have this unintended time caspule is something of a gift - sort of. I'm glad I had the presence of mind to perserve my thoughts and at the

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I think my photography is getting better!This is the airport runway on the island, St Maarten.My next vacation destination! But for right now, I have to face down another Monday morning in just a few hours. If I had had a weekend to ease the blow, it would have been some sort of American dream type of timeline. But not for me. I did hard factory labor for the secondweekend in a row. Sunday night

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I am so bored with my blog that even I don't visit it anymore. I'm going to have to make some changes quick but I'm afraid my white bread audience might take offense if they knew the real me. So that you know, I am considering letting my personality out. I can suggest some alternate reading if you need somewhere else to go. And just let me say, "I am not sorry".I think my co-workers want me dead.

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In the middle of working I realized I had not made a deposit to cover payroll this week. I jumped up and dashed to the bank on the corner. When I arrived in the parking lot there were sirens and Apache helicopters overhead. In the street in front of me was a parade of sorts passing by, I had gotten there just in time for the start of it led by Sheriff Joe and fire trucks full of Veterans. Behind

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Dusted off the cobwebs of last years blog in a spring cleaning effort. How do ya like it?Shit it's 10:30 and I have been up since 5 this morning. Thought for sure I would be long gone by now as I have to make an early morning delivery to my favorite dysfunctional customer we fondly call C-Tech. However, no. I am still gasping for last breath. But since it's 90 minutes til Friday, I can feel some

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I just love Dick. And now you may excuse yourself for your vial train of thought. Dick is my accountant. Richard to those of you that have not exposed your "figures" to him. But once you lay it all out on the table to another person, you get pretty close to nicknames. I dumped my taxes in his hands today with total confidence and extreme relief. Shit, I wouldn't wanna be in his shoes with my

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Absolut Vodka fires its entire marketing department in a desperate attempt to win back enraged North American customers after this disastrous ad campaign depicting the southwestern U.S. as part of Mexico backfires. The ad ran only in Mexico in Quien magazine. I am trying to locate a copy of the ad, sure to be a collector's item. I'm sure they will sell high on EBAY when they make it to market.

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I was on edge today. Couldn't find satisfaction in any addiction. I tried gambling as wine and pain killers are starting to bore me. Found myself at Ft. McDowell putting all of my faith in an Alligator wild symbol of the slot machine that had reeled me in. I had momentary satisfaction that only resulted in losing the money I had vowed was my limit. At least I stick to limits. But the truth is, it

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Woke up this morning to the invasion of the bargain hunters. My alarm rang at the usual 6:37 AM and I reluctantly dragged myself towards consciousness, which seemed totally unfair as it's Saturday and the rest of the world calls this the weekend. My week won't be ending until we complete some 400 plastics today. I took one look in the mirror at my firecracker hair, red nose and bloodshot eyes and

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Today is Max's birthday, grandson of Mel F. He is simply the most charming young man I have ever met and I fell in love with him when we were introduced on Christmas eve at the home of Brad and Julie F. I really want to fix him up with Emma. They would make a charming pair.Happy 4th Birthday Max! Let's do the Zoo soon!

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Mel loves when people "blog" foliage. (He's so gay.)

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WOW. If you happened to watch the Barbara Walter's special tonight, it was simply astonishing. The crux of the show was human longevity or as we all more commonly refer to it, getting old. Or not! The science and technology that is going on behind the scenes of our lives in order to cheat death before our 100th year is quite incredible. They offered a lot of tips and tricks for staying young, And

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I'm breaking my blog silence. I have no credible excuse as to why I haven't written as of late. I've just been soaking up life, leaving little time to regurgitate in words the events of my days and outrageous meanderings of my mind. I hate to admit when I've lost my "mojo" aka writer's block. But.... sigh.... it's the absolute truth. I have not written a word other than "milk & toilet paper" in

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Today is Mel's Birthday ! I think it's his 55th but I don't know for sure. He lies about his age. Anyhow, you don't look a day over 54! Happy Birthday Mel!

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Did ya know? My kitchen is showing signs of cooking in anticipation for Sunday's feast. I'm actually involved in a "ham cook off" with Miss Nik. We are cooking dueling hams for a crowd - her family and friends. I'm just going for the jelly beans and to see my beloved grand babies. I might eat some ham. Especially mine as it's going to be the superior hock of the day. (Recipe is on Once Upon a

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I'm unable to sleep for reasons I can't get a handle on. Maybe work stress has lodged a knot in between my shoulder blades so deeply it is stabbing me in to conscientiousness. I've got to learn to have an "end of the day" where I no longer think about it and make time for life. I've had so much to deal with this past year, and yes, it's now a year. I feel almost guilty that I am finally getting

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I didn't mean to complain recently of my aches and pains and general malaise. Nothing more boring than that. I feel great despite the whiplash induced headache that I am enjoying tonight.The folks that I rendezvous with three times a week at C-Tech continue to amuse the hell out of me. We all know about Tim, my direct partner. We have ongoing inventory situations as apparently neither one of us

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The faithful duo of Nick and Zach arrived to do my work for me today as I dashed off to visit Dr. Kildare who confirmed my broken ribs, punctured spleen and lack of good sense resulting from a recent car accident that happened just a day after falling down a flight of stairs. Every day is an adventure! I licked my wounds by shopping in the Biltmore district later on, pretending I could afford

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I have a Hydrangea bloom on my bedside table tonight that I bought at Safeway. Mel and I went there today to kill time amongst food stuff for lack of anything else to do. I wandered the floral department and my nose led me right in to a memory. The intoxicating sweet aroma of a small purple plant. In one smell swoop, it took me back to Indiana and spiraled childhood memories of Lilac bushes and

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It's time for a few upgrades, starting with my phone. I merged my sim card from the recently wine soaked Slide Phone to the newest sexy model that UPS was so kind to deliver tonight. I'm just looking at the thing wondering if I will ever learn to use it before I ruin it. Chances are, "no". I had not mastered the old one yet. The words of my father in law, Michel' echo in my head to "read the book

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You know you're a blogger when, you can't eat your dinner until you have taken a picture of it. I am exhausted tonight, the good kind of satisfied contentment for my accomplishments. Several 12 hour days, a record breaking week for shipments and a 3 hour photo shoot today to get one decent head shot for the newspaper has me shot. But I "got er done".Jeff Beck and Steve Forbert are the musical

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Another causality. I fried my cell phone, again. This time with a glass of spilled wine. It slurred it's words most of the weekend and then finally gave up altogether today. Thankfully I have embraced the klutz in myself and had a backup ready to go, be it an inferior little piece of shit that I got for free as I am one of T-Mobile's biggest accounts. I have a sexy new version of Blackberry Pearl

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I've been livin out of a suitcase for the last couple of weeks, doing things for those I love. I'm going to unpack my bags tonight and settle back down into my life a bit. I do love my routine, my gardens and especially my home. It's good to be home.

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I woke up with a teeth gnashing headache and all of it's symptomatic friends that will now go down into the anal's of history as Sunday, the second day in March of 2008. I hate lost days but always look back on them without regret as it's nature's way of handing me an excuse to slow the fuck down and take a nap...... Did I say anal and fuck all in one blog entry?? Damn headache has distorted my

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The Cookie Thief by Valerie Cox A woman was waiting at an airport one night,With several long hours before her flight.She hunted for a book in the airport shops.Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,Which she tried to ignore to avoid a

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Had a much needed long sit down with Professor M tonight. I've been a bit "off" the last few days to which I attribute to PMS moments (Pardon My Shit). The week, the flu and hormones are taking their collective toll on my attitude. It's not only her extremely educated mind that I cling to but rather her highly evolved spirit that always gets me back on track. We discussed our current personal

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In a recent writing lesson I was taught to just pound out your thoughts on the keyboard without the analysis of thinking and just go where it takes you. Raw is usually real whereas trying to write results in something scripted. So I am pounding away at the keyboard tonight in hopes I can get there. I am currently caught up in gratitude for friends and the people that are crossing my path these

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Booty Call I met Judy at the Farmer's Market today. Loved her!Still Car Shopping....... Mi Amigo' with attitude. My neighborhood as seen from my front porch in the morning. Soccer Joy! DAILY COMMUTE.JackhammerThis had nothing to do with me. Tempe Tim, partner in crime.My usual blogging has been preempted by the flu. Be back soon.

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Two words...................Big Brother. It's my guilty pleasure. I have a voyeuristic nature to begin with so to have a BB 24 hour feed is like crack to me. I cannot stop watching, much to my detriment. This time of night is writing time, my book that is not, my food column which makes me go ARGHHHHHHH. Those are the things I am supposed to be focusing on after my day at OVF. However...... I am

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The entire crew of Overflow is sick resulting in an early finish today. I am OK with that as I too have the bug and am running slow. I'm not much of a red wine drinker, but am trying to acquire a taste for different wines to round out the education of my pallet. I bought a bottle of red at Whole Foods last week. Choose it for the label, of course, as I don't know the good from the bad or the ugly

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I am currently reading New Earth Awakening to your Life's Purpose. Total Lunar Eclipse Tonight. It will be the last total lunar eclipse until 2010. It's cloudy in Phoenix tonight. Shit. At least I can say I caught the last one. Blogged it even....I am sick and lacking appetite and sense of humor. Mel is on his way to try to restore both. Good luck with that.Big ole powerball jackpot tonight.

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In a moment of melancholy I sat down at my old desk and revisited my now aging PC. It's been a year since I even came in to this room. Why tonight? I don't know. But it's as if time stood still here. The calendar pad under the keyboard reads March, 2007 the month my world changed. The photograph of my lightening shot over Camelback mountain is still hanging in here. I forgot all about it and

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If you want my weekend recap just read Mel's blog as he took the liberty of embellishing my life in public. I do have a clean truck though, that much is true.

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Emma scored the only goal for her team today. Such a huge accomplishment at 3 years old.

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I am on the edge of weary at the end of my day and the weather is helping me in that regard. It is so dreary, drab, cloud socked in rainy dark...... just the way I like it kind of an afternoon. Zach called me around noon and asked me if I still wanted to golf today or was I afraid of the rain. I told him I had more work than expected for the weekend so I was going to get ahead of the Sunday night

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If you could see my world at this moment you would see the colorless sunset which is just as spectacular as when it puts on a show. Tonight it's just easing gracefully down over the top of my brick wall. There are 5 tall skinny palm trees paling to black against the light blue sky. It's really quite spectacular and I should not take it for granted just because it's a nightly show.I find it

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As predicted, it was a perfect weekend. The good weather was expected. What I didn't expect was this shift in attitude I have recently aquired that doesn't seem to go away. I have never been so completely without struggle. Oh I have the same precieved "problems" like everyone else. The bills and tasks of living are always going to be there and my EGO will continue to get in my way, but I'm

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I have spring fever. I am so anxious to get growing. I have been sowing seeds in Emma's garden for the last week. With this great sun and warm days, I think my timing may have been perfect. I expect to see life creeping out of the ground any day now. This is the time of year that we live here for and I intend to relish every second. Much to my astonishment, PawPaws took the plunge today. First

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Fat Tuesday and Super Tuesday collided today in a barrage of beads and political retoric. New Orleans is celebrating the day before Lent with Carnival while most of the rest of the country is going to the polls. 24 States to be exact. Early afternoon CNN is reporting that enthusiastic voters are recording heavy turnout across the country. Of course California is the prize and will be last

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Giants WIN !!!! What a game!! This was the best Superbowl in decades What a comeback!!!!! Eli is the real deal and he pulled it off! Manning brothers back to back champions.See the ad you couldn't see on TV

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(I fell asleep before finishing this post. Make up your own ending) My town is alive with Superbowl visitors. I was driving down the freeway yesterday when a convoy of super-semi's passed by. I was curious as they were big and shiny and at closer look, all boasting the logo "CBS SPORTS". Ahhhhhh the media is in town. As the Superbowl is being held 12 miles from my house, I am feeling left out

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I missed soccer practice on Saturday. It was not lost on Emma.Sorry baby. I love you.

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It's simply a made to order Sunday. Dark and gloomy with steady rain falling, my fat Sunday newspaper waiting to be devoured and a dog on the mend snoring on the couch beside me. For those that have tentatively inquired, he is still with me. Nigella is cooking on TV dripping in British sex appeal. My legal pad and constant companion is full of "to do's" and "must buys", taunting me. I am trying

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In an attempt to Pimp my Blog I have spent my entire Sunday, so far, blog hopping trying to get inspiration from other writers. I am not looking for things to plagiarize, but rather tools and tricks from more advanced bloggers, and maybe even a widget or two. Notice my recently added signature?? Stole that idea from Andrew, thank you very much. And so I feel compelled to give him a shout out:

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The proposed economic stimulus is probably to little, to late to correct this economy. And, as it's being spent with borrowed money from China, it's just another American debt forcing this country to it's knees. The good news is, it's an election year! I had an enlightened conversation tonight with Professor Moriarity who made me think twice. I was lamenting the woes of current politics and such

Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191145011442002951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32531063.post-59852691196683361052008-01-24T18:41:00.000-08:002008-01-24T20:09:00.735-08:00

I just snuck out to the patio for a fresh cigar that I bought at the corner humidor today. I love going in to this shop. It's tiny and dank but feels so comfortable. The entire shop is a humidor so when I walk in the atmosphere hits me in the face. Heavy air keeping the bounty of cigars that line the walls fresh. I have become quite friendly with the shopkeeper, Marnie who recognizes me by my

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This election year has an interesting flavor in that, we all hope for a Democratic outcome to get back to the unrealistic changes that they will make to mask the current malady of a soft economy, war and the downward slide that is this US. However our choices are a women and a black man. Not that I discount either for their minority, but how did this happen?? We have never had either run for

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The weekend melts away tonight with total satisfaction of accomplishment, friends, good food a Sunday night cigar and a feeling of appreciation for it all. We did not work Saturday, as usual. Instead, we spent the day on a construction crew with Habitat For Humanity building a house. I didn't know what to expect from the day as I got up at 5 AM to get ready. I packed the truck for a long day and

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After 5 days with a migraine I woke up as myself again this morning. It was nice to be back but I can credit that headache for some wasted time that I don't regret and great pampering by beloved Mel, whom I could not live without. Sometimes it's nice just to give in.I started the day before the day even started with great intentions of conquering my work in lieu of the fact that the Overflow crew

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PHOTO LINK Emma and I spent some time at the lake today and have these great pictures to prove it.

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I want to introduce Suzi's blog formally because it's for a good cause and simultaneously, a good read: http://www.suziclimbs.blogspot.com/I've known Suzi for 21 years and am proud of the woman she has become.Sunday purports to be a beautiful day in the 70's. I love Sundays. It means a fat newspaper, A Joel O inspiration at 7:30 and some usual unnecessary shopping. Tomorrow might bring me a trip

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PHOTO LINK Great Saturday. Emma is in her first soccer league and we all came to the park to support her. Michel picked me up at 8:30 this morning , screeching around the corner as he was late, to drive me to the event. It was 39 degrees when the day started and there was frost on the "golf". It warmed up pretty quickly. Denise and John were just arriving as we were. They too, got lost. Suzi came

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So I have already screwed up my new website and it was looking so good too. Til I can get it together again, I have to bore you with just one more recipe story here. Mel called late in the day to see if I wanted to go get a pizza at T. Santi's. I declined and he hung up on me. Man's got a bad attitude. I'm sure he went off to badmouth me to his new gal, CindiAnn. Little does he yet fathom, I am a

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Despite the recent rain, I found enough dry wood to have a roaring fire to sit beside tonight. My angst of last evening has been dispersed by a productive day. I dealt with the work grief by plastering on a smile and good attitude when I arrived in Tempe this morning. All was humming at Overflow today. Nik, Zach and Emo came in to complete some 600 housings. That is satisfying at days end. Crew

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Work and the details thereof are insignificant in the grand scheme that is life. But I am once again frustrated with the people of C.Tech. We never fail them. They on the other hand make our partnership so difficult. Dropped details continue to frustrate me. Today was no exception.I'm juggling the balls I have in the air right now and something is going to have to take priority. My quandary lies

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I just learned the fine art of Text messaging this past year out of necessity. Text messaging has replaced Western Union the Telegram and speaking. I go off on this tangent tonight because I just received a 4 page text message that made me wonder how long it took the sender to type. Are we so disconnected from each other that we prefer our machines to do the talking for us? Needless to say, I

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I am still riding the euphoric high of my job offer. Friends have flooded me with congratulations and offers to be my dinner companions as I can invite up to 3 guests per visit. Hmmmm just takes a little clout in the world of free food at four star restaurants to become popular I suppose. I rushed to the spa to have my hair done for the necessary "head shot". Johnny N was my stylist today. We met

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If there is one thing I am always inspired to write about, it is food. Being a member of the Arizona Writer's Association (most of us unpublished wannabe's), I get newsletters about book signings, workshops and available assignments etc. Last week there was a small little blurb from The Arizona Republic about their upcoming need for a food critic in the weekly column called, "Big Mouth". It

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The legend of eating black eyed peas on New Years day is a tradition from the south. It's said that the eye of the pea is looking into the future and so the consumer has foresight. Another custom states eating them shows humility. Some say you have to eat 365 peas on New Years day, one for every day of the years to ensure luck. There are various recipes and names associated with this bean. "

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Here's how my year started;10AM, I was given a short grammar lesson by my editor. I was minding my own business working on my latest restaurant review in between the "black eyed peas" post and more importantly, trying to finish my audition for the "food reviewer" job at AZ.central.com when he called to interrupt. Like a good pupil I tell him I am writing and so he launches into today's tirade. He

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I am concluding this year of 2007 that brought on unexpected crossroads. I'm still a bit mesmerized by the reality of sudden finality from where I thought I was going. Having accepted this change with as much dignity and grace that I could muster, I feel I am able to leave the crossroads without the burden of an adjustable-rate mortgage on my soul. I'm not seeing clearly my next step but give

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I have to recount something I heard today that had a profound impact on me. I have been suffering from insomnia again which leads to long nights listening to Coast to Coast and NPR. Sometime around 4 AM there was an interview with George Harrison's widow droning on about something that I was not paying much attention to until she started talking about karma, one of my favorite subjects. As I

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'Tis the season of Christmas and all through the 'hood, Little boys and girls wonder, "Oh crap, was I good?" It's redemption time folks. How did you fare this year? For a woman that has no Christmas obligations I sure have been busy running around getting things I wanted to give. Shopping all week has been nothing but pure fun and hell on my feet. I have visited every mall from Arizona Mills to

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It's the Christmas season so I expect delivery any day now.

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Bonded by the human experience. We interact with people each and every day, often the same ones, day in and day out. I like to stop myself during my work day amidst the mediocrity and mundane to observe the souls with whom I share my time. This group of people are forever bonded by this experience. Though it will ebb and flow and ultimately end as we know it now, we will never forget it. We are

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Photo credit: Jimmy Westlake / Colorado Mountain CollegeTonight is the event of the Geminid meteor shower. I am not disappointed. I have been braving the cold for a few hours to watch. I was going to photograph it until my fingers became numb (in gloves)! It's cold. Watching this event tonight is a matter of endurance. I just came in to reclaim my body heat. I'm going back for more. Maybe a

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Santa left some RC Helicopters under our Overflow Christmas tree today. It was hard to get anything done. Thanks Santa!

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I was on a mad quest today to find the Jerry Riopelle boxed CD set that was just released. As he is not mainstream, it was only available at ZIA Records or online. Good news. I go right by ZIA at 25th Ave and I-17 every day. So I marched in there this morning, minutes after they opened with my 50 bucks in hand, looking for my copy. I approached the 20 something year old Rastafarian looking boy

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Spending the day in a jumble of grandkids puts things into perspective. Nothing like a precocious two year old and a baby's drool to bring back a smile. Emma was set to entertain when I arrived and so we donned Santa hats and spent a giddy afternoon photographing ourselves and eating chocolate chip bread. It has been great to have a day off as opposed to an "off day". I need to spend more time

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I suggest before embarking upon this post, that you settle in with a glass of your preferred hue of wine (or grape juice, if you're still pretending to be on the wagon). I'm warning you: this post is brought on by about by 20% irritation and 80% experience and penned in a moment of nostalgia, that seductive liar.....I am now ticking down the minutes to end this year, by far the worst of my life.

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This morning I woke up as usual. I remember it like it was yesterday... I had good intentions but decided to procrastinate like a pro. Didn't get a thing of note done today except for a bit of credit card exercise at Fashion Square. I call Mel from there to join me so we could work out his credit cards too.The "C" word is on everyone's minds. Do me a favor. Don't remind me. I am going to hop a

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Sunday, Sunday was spent in a wild cleaning jag. The house is screaming, "leave me alone" as I have scrubbed and polished every inch of every surface in a mad frenzy of Lysol and Pledge. It's about time. My mania ceased around about 5 PM when the Christmas decorating bug took over and out came the balls. I just did a little decorating here and a little there, mostly to make Overflow feel festive

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I received an early Christmas present Friday afternoon. There is no work ready for me AGAIN so they'll see me on Monday. With an unexpected weekend off and I am spending my Saturday doing exactly nothing and anything I want to do. I ordered a thunderstorm and picked up some movies at the Blockbuster. The slight case of food poisoning I am nursing, acquired at Paradise Valley mall food court

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I shopped for a gift for Zach's birthday today. It had to be something unusual, because he commands it. I found myself in American Eagle, drawn there by the goofy hat display. The have the most hideous hats for winter that I have ever seen. I walked in and was greeted by two drag queens having a lisp off. They were kind enough to model the gay hats for me. I felt obligated to buy one, but it was

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Christmas lights are springing up all over my neighborhood and my street is a rerun of last year. It's boring. Does no one have imagination?For instance, "rent a husband" was out there on his ladder before he'd even digested his turkey on Thanksgiving night because after all, it's the start of the season and the right thing to do. His perfect yards and perfect lights are a tad bit nauseating and

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I just bought the ticket for my New Years Eve. Party in Kentucky !! These bluegrass hicks better have their shit together, cause I need a major celebration. This is a year I want to ring out loud and clear.Auld Ang Syne, ya'all.

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Currently stuck in this "Lucy" phase that I can't seem to get out of, I have one comical disaster after another. Comical only if you aren't me. Today it was my big DIY project. I was confidant when the morning started. I was gonna do this thing! This thing being putting a small flat HD TV in the newly constructed backroom. Simple right? I've been shopping for said TV for a couple of weeks now

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It's 6:15 PM the day after Thanksgiving. This day is generally called Black Friday for the consumers ability to get retailers out of the red. I used to love this day and poured over the sale fliers with anticipation. Those were joyous days, waiting in hour long lines with other people buying electronics and talking picture frames and slippers. It was a sort of human bonding experience as you were

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Thank you Nichole for being a daughter that humbles me. I am proud to be your mother.Thank you Michel for accepting me as a parent in your life. I am honored to call you son.Thank you Vickie for a friendship that has lasted decades. You never let me down.I am extremely thankful for my friends, acquaintances and all the people that have come into my life this year. Just when I thought I was at the

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Friday night we all went on work furlow because I have had enough. I was left to gab on the phone with Katie until well after 8 and she had me laughing. We were discussing the pros and cons of Viagra. The pros are obvious, the cons are blindness!She is convinced Randy could benefit and wondered the reprocussions if she slipped one in his beer. She had me rolling on the floor with talk of

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This is my writing partner, Gary the Gecko.Check out his feet. Isn't he cute? Every night I set up camp on the patio with laptop and my assortment of goodies to write. Every night he is in the same spot on the ceiling reading over my shoulder. He tried out for the Geico ad but was rejected because he is not green. So I am giving him the fame he deserves.If you click on the picture you can see

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Thanksgiving is next week prompting me to pull out recipes once again. I'm posting them on my cooking blog if you need inspiration. http://justintine.blogspot.com/

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Meet the girls Today was proclaimed ladies day at work. No men allowed! We have been looking forward to this all week. It's Nikki's return to the job after maternity leave that I thought would never end. Suzi, the newest member of our crew arrived for training and of course, Katie was the day's entertainment and as always, our exquisite chef.The day started with Nikki's early arrival and

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E and I spent Sunday cooking............ Don't ask his age, he's sensitive.Meet Paws. He is in remission (so we tell him) from a diagnosis of cancer. The RX cocktail he is taking seems to be working. He is jovial and full of life. He is my constant companion. He doesn't mind that I am a recovering maniac that drinks to much. He doesn't care how old I am or leave me for other women. My faithful

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Karma is one of those words we don't translate, but everybody knows it's meaning. There are a lot of ways to describe Karma but it is essentially the belief that your present circumstances are a product of previous actions. Which makes me wonder who I fucked over... but I digress. The belief is that, what you do today will affect your tomorrow. The reason I am even bringing this topic up is

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Nikki is 28 today! Happy Birthday my baby!

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It is simply a gorgeous Saturday night. I'm installed on front of a fire that won't quite catch on after an impromptu dinner with friends. The atmosphere at work today was jovial as everybody had the "Friday" mindset. We laughed, Zachary leading the way with his comical hippie humor. The discussion turned to our upcoming Christmas party. I had suggested some weeks ago that we would rent out the

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Uh ohhh Blogger has a scheduled outage in a few minutes, so I'll write quickly lest you won't get my blurb of wisdom for the night.It's getting into that season - oh Christmas again. I am disgusted about the commercialism, but give in. It gets earlier every year. And the real slap in the face is that Deliah (99.9) is already playing only Christmas music at night. ?? What is that? How sick of it

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God help the souls that agree to work with me after 5 PM when I have just clocked the 11th hour of my workday, but have hours to go before I can call it completion. They arrive with fresh faces and innocence and walk smack into my attitude and chaos. Today was the epitome of shit. The company I do contract work for has their heads completely up their ass. The players are like pool balls upon the

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Halloween: A knife, a fire and a pumpkin with oozing pulp. What could go wrong? I am finishing the Halloween candy I refused to hand out, calling it dinner, as I am still on cooking hiatius.If you came here looking for a dog that has been morphed into the strange world of Warhol, then you came to the right place.If you came for a Friday post, oh, I've got nothing.

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At day's last light I am cooking New York steaks on the grill for our dinner. (Our being Paw Paws and me). He's an even more eager companion than Maureen, and much less opinionated. We've been relegated to the grill, not by choice, but rather that the city of Glendale and Southwest Gas has deemed me "unfit to cook" after my adventure with carbon monoxide poisoning last evening. A few years ago,

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Today was a good day not to breath. The dreaded brown cloud is back caused by recent winds stirring things up and most likely further fueled by the California fires, currently topped off with high pressure that won't let it escape. I celebrated the event by not leaving my house. However, in attempt at being constructive I had a cooking moment that erupted into a small kitchen fire forcing me to

Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191145011442002951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32531063.post-60922978009190925782007-10-22T14:31:00.000-07:002007-10-22T14:52:13.473-07:00

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It's cold tonight. No complaints. The Santa Anna winds are blowing their remnants in our Arizona direction reeking havoc on my backyard. I came home from a party I attended last night, this morning, to a patio furniture disaster. There was an umbrella in the pool and another one had risen from it's anchor, out of the hole it was housed in through the middle of a patio table onto the side yard

Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191145011442002951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32531063.post-76044035866481307562007-10-18T20:29:00.000-07:002007-10-18T21:56:50.365-07:00

Nothing so dramatic to report as a car hitting my backyard wall, but all in all it has been an eventful / uneventful week.Work is the dominant force now. I eat breath and sleep it. There are a few minutes in between, but they are few. Progress consumes my mind. In a short time I have evolved this thing from a kitchen table hobby to a full fledged corporation. We are now Overflow, LLC and looking

Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191145011442002951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32531063.post-63552352803737266422007-10-13T19:30:00.000-07:002007-10-13T20:47:54.636-07:00

Autumn is trying to arrive here in Phoenix releasing summer's tenacious grip. The battle between the two seasons seems about to conclude. When summer finally throws in the towel I can dust off my sweaters and relocate the patio fireplace to a more usable location. I daydreamed about the first fire of the season while I sweated out some long overdue yard work this afternoon.The work at Overflow

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