Saturday, August 16


We are away, Gigi and I are with my family.

We ate chowder. That's what you do when you are down East. It's the law. You also eat supper. At 5pm. Also the law.

You know I can't say the word chowder without thinking of that episode of The Simpsons ("The Boy Who Knew Too Much") where Bart witnesses the murder of the French waiter who "mispronounced" chowder. Oh gawd, somebody stop me, all my cultural references come from shows like The Simpsons. I'm so stuck in the last century.

I wonder if there was some square like me hanging around in 1908 saying something like "I'm going to race around the world like I'm Nellie Bly" and folks lean into each other saying "oh my goodness, she is soooo 1890s".

Are you lost or better yet, confused? Welcome to my brain folks.

Anyhow, we have been here for about a week now, and we will be here for a while longer. It's both relaxing and stressful. It's hard being away from the other half.

Totally unrelated but on the same wave length... Wait, sorry before I break into another topic, I have to clarify that I can't control the thought surfers folks, and when a thought catches a wave it just rides the pipe so forgive the choppy tangents but:

I don't think I'd like to have a house. Living in a three room apartment has spoiled me. Cleaning anything more than three rooms is WAY too much effort.

If the husband is reading this post, disregard the previous statement: we are going to own a home some day and it will have more than three rooms.

Karma just announced that I will now get a two room hut with no basement, a yard full of wrecked cars, and a no central vac. DAMN YOU KARMA, and the samsara you rode in on.

Not really karma, I'd never damn you. The cost is too heavy and I really would like a place to lay my head and call my own. Whoops... I mean our own.

I must stop talking about this before I end up with a lean-to under an overpass. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I wouldn't want to offend any of my nomadic readers, which according to sitemeter, I'm big with the transient crowd.

Be warned, stats tell me everything about you, including fetishes so I must do a shout out to my forniphil*a fans, nothing beats a good ottoman after a long day at the office, am I right folks

Oh my... what was I talking about? Ah screw it. It's Saturday and I'm just gonna hit publish. Sorry folks, this post should indicate exactly what kind of mindf*ck I'm currently experiencing.


kittenpie said...

Hey, my sitemeter keeps showing people searching "newporn" - I mean, I MADE THAT WORD UP!

But chowder... mmmm....

for a different kind of girl said...

It's difficult for me to type this. It just took me five (FIVE!!) attempts to type the first sentence, because I am laughing too much at the pop culture thing. I never considered people from the past, but if they're looking at me, they are so spinning their fingers around their heads, proclaiming me a cuckoo, then they're off to invent planes or some such magical tin flying machines.

I just finished cleaning three toilets in my house. What kind of greedy bastard wants three toilets?! Not me. Let us run away together. We can take the seats out of my minivan and live comfortably for about a week.

Jezer said...

The other day, I was thinking about something someone did and thought, "that is SO early 2K," and then I laughed at myself because hello, pot? This is the're black, you know? I'm stuck in the 90s and always will be. Glad to know I'm not alone.

Also, I MISS living in an apartment. Crap is way too spread out in a house. SRSLY.

Redneck Mommy said...

I like it that you are stuck in the 90's. I find comfort in that.

This newfangled century is over my head. Must be the redneck in me.

I've decided you can have my house. I'm tired of trying to clean it. But you have to take Boo and the kids as part of the deal.

But don't worry. I've trained them to stop peeing around the toilet and for the most part, they are pretty successful.


iMommy said...

Hey, welcome to the east coast! Sadly, we don't have supper at 5 at our house, no one is home yet! :-)

But we do say wicked. We do drive like maniacs. We do love the Red Sox. And we do generally fit many Bostonian stereotypes! Yay!

crazymumma said...

oh you ARE riding the crazy train today.

flutter said...

sounds like you could use a hug, lady

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mamatulip said...

Oh, hi. I can't spell.


Dude. I LOVE The Simpsons. Today I was talking with a friend of mine and she was telling me about this blind date she went on with this guy who had a SWEAT RAG in his truck - seriously - for wiping his sweaty brow while impressin' the ladies at the same time. And I was laughing so hard I almost couldn't make out the words, "I wash myself with a rag on a stick." But I did and when I did she gave me this blank stare and it was then that I realized that not everyone watches The Simpsons the way I do.

That is why I have you.

Heather said...

I love how your mind works.

Mouse said...

EVERYTHING can be connected back to the Simpsons. That's the theory in our house at least. I'm always disappointed when I make a Simpsons reference and the other person stares at me blankly. Of course, I see that as a defect in the other person, not strangeness in me.

Kyla said...

"oh my goodness, she is soooo 1890s"

I think that line made me love you even more. Genius.

jen said...

it's not right that we don't live closer. it's just not right.

Sandra said...

You make me smile my friend. Miss you. Come home.

Tracey said...

Methinks you've been hitting the bottle tonight, eh?


I cannot imagine having only 3 rooms. That boggles my mind...

Chag said...

I have no pop culture references from this decade either. Or even the 90s. I'm forever stuck in the 80s.

Christina said...

Amazingly, I followed every word of that.

Don Mills Diva said...

Gorgeous picture!

And also? Ummm chowder.

Ali said...

i LOVE the way your brain words. LOVE.


sam {temptingmama} said...

Yer mah fave! Enjoy your time down there. We can't wait to have you back!