tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32543412011-04-21T19:04:35.343-04:00Cynical: A LifeIf you don't have anything nice to say, come sit by me.Shelleynoreply@blogger.comBlogger1811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-783579062002-06-29T15:23:00.000-04:002006-07-07T11:15:10.666-04:00I've moved ...
to http://cynicallife.com
Come on over - it's purple!Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-783325642002-06-28T19:46:00.000-04:002002-06-29T00:26:54.000-04:00Have I mentioned lately ...
... that you folks ROCK? No? Hmph. My bad. 'Cause you guys definitely do. Rock, that is.
So, I haven't really been wallowing, in real life at least. But I have needed and sooooo appreciated the kind and encouraging words so many of you left here in the past couple of days. It's weird that I've told several men in just the past couple of months (and meant Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-782753632002-06-27T13:05:00.000-04:002002-06-27T13:05:33.213-04:00Help me out here
A little ego-stroking would really be good right around now. Thanks.
*deep sigh*
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-782509062002-06-26T22:36:00.000-04:002002-06-26T23:06:44.000-04:00The kiss . . .
. . . of death.
He just wants to be friends.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-782301122002-06-26T13:21:00.000-04:002002-06-26T13:33:16.000-04:00And another thing
What, exactly, about a French manicure makes it French?
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-782212752002-06-26T09:37:00.000-04:002002-06-26T09:37:07.910-04:00It's a BOY!!
Go, right now, and join me in congratulating Chuck on the birth of his first child, yesterday. Father and son are healthy and resting comfortably. Pooping and burping are coming along just fine, thanks for asking.
Go. I'll be here when you get back. And maybe I'll even have something else to blog about by then.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-781549562002-06-24T20:25:00.000-04:002002-06-26T13:25:04.000-04:00Check this out
I can't take credit for discovering The Date Project, since it was selected recently as a Blogger Blog of Note, but I sure am enjoying reading all about this guy's, um, project. Go check out his site and get (or offer) some good tips about ways for singles to meet one another.
Also, my French-Canadian returned from his business trip and called me for a third date. Life is Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-781139322002-06-23T21:59:00.000-04:002002-06-23T22:03:09.000-04:00I hate weddings
I do. Forgive me, but weddings just suck. I don't hate people who have them. In fact, I am genuinely happy for the people being married when I attend a wedding, since as a general rule they are pretty happy about it. And I am quite enamored of the idea of making a commitment to a person you love to keep doing so (loving him/her) for the rest of your mutual lives. I am all Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-780385532002-06-21T15:58:00.000-04:002002-06-21T15:58:11.163-04:00Freedom Day
According to NPR reports, some sort of intelligence gathering has resulted in hints that "something's gonna happen on Freedom Day" in the U.S. Okay, so "something" really narrows things right down, huh? Are we talking terrorist activity or sparklers going off? And Freedom Day, we're assuming, is probably a reference to July 4th, correctly known as Independence Day, right?
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-779824172002-06-20T11:35:00.000-04:002002-06-20T16:17:14.000-04:00Members of the Tribe
I have never gone out with a Jewish guy. It's not that I wouldn't, but I haven't. Frankly, none have ever asked me out before, and the ones who I might have even considered getting to know better (in my adult life, that is) quickly turned out to be very status-conscious and, to my way of thinking, superficial. Or married. Growing up, I knew plenty of Jewish boys who Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-779654392002-06-20T00:23:00.000-04:002002-06-20T11:21:04.000-04:00Another late night
Dinner with friends tonight. Very proud of myself 'cause I made it a priority to get to the gym before dinner, which meant I needed to get out of my office pretty much right at 5, which meant I needed to make some kick-ass progress on the ever-expanding pile o' important stuff on ye olde desk. Some good progress was made (hey, there's always gonna be more to do), and I Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-778901842002-06-18T10:47:00.000-04:002002-06-18T11:11:17.000-04:00Sleep deprivation
Fell asleep on the couch last night at 7:15 p.m. Was rudely awakened an hour or so later when thunder, lightning, and the pounding of leaden rain all shot through the sky and against my house. Well, the rain shot right at my house, but the lightning cracked nearby, much to my relief and that of my landlords. The noise was deafening, though, and the force of the rain was Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-778283062002-06-16T22:37:00.000-04:002002-06-16T22:37:40.460-04:00Just one more thing
My sister has written a beautiful Father's Day tribute to our father, right over here. He may not have ever said so, but I know he recognized what a special person she is. He may not have been the most perceptive guy on the planet, but some things are so obvious you'd have to an idiot to miss 'em. Dad was a lot of things, but an idiot wasn't one of them. Oblivious at Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-778233542002-06-16T19:56:00.000-04:002002-06-16T21:23:04.000-04:00Miss me?
What is it with my friends who don't have computers at home? I was house-, dog-, and this time also cat-sitting for friends this weekend. Actually they do have a lap top, but I didn't have the access info so really I'm just bitter. And they only live about 20 minutes from my place, so there's no reason I couldn't have come home periodically, but parking in their neighborhood is a Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-777045862002-06-13T13:38:00.000-04:002002-06-13T13:38:49.996-04:00The Grandson and the Miracle*
A Jewish lady’s grandson is playing in the water. She is standing on the beach not wanting to get her feet wet, when all of a sudden a huge wave appears from nowhere and crashes directly over the spot where the boy is wading.
The water recedes and the boy is no longer there. He simply vanished. She holds her hands to the sky, screams and cries, “Lord, how Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-776853672002-06-13T01:07:00.000-04:002002-06-13T01:36:23.000-04:00Thursday dream
He reaches for her hand as she rises from the floor. She lightly squeezes his fingertips with her own, and he leans back against the front of the sofa, legs extended under the coffee table at which they earlier ate the dinner he had prepared in her kitchen.
He closes his eyes for a long moment, listening to the whisper of her steps across the room, thinking of the way her Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-776297422002-06-11T19:27:00.000-04:002002-06-11T19:27:00.590-04:00Shiny happy person
Have I mentioned that I work with a woman who is so miserably unhappy with every aspect of her life that she sucks all the air out of any room she's in? She spent the entire day today sitting in my office, ranting and sneering. *gasp* I'd write more but I need to put my oxygen mask on for a while to regroup.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-776091582002-06-11T10:03:00.000-04:002002-06-11T10:21:37.000-04:00I am a natural blonde
Not. But it felt fun to say it. I'm a brunette, in case it hasn't been mentioned here, although I sometimes enjoy toying with people and telling them that I'm naturally blonde but dye my hair dark to weed out the riff-raff.
Last night I had a five-hour date. It was lovely. He will be traveling for business for the next 10 days or so, but I expect to hear from himShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-775785522002-06-10T16:18:00.000-04:002002-06-10T16:18:55.976-04:00Tonight, tonight
Second date tonight with Guillaume. Movie and dinner. Don't wait up.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-775513832002-06-10T00:10:00.000-04:002002-06-10T16:17:33.000-04:00What a nice day
I'm back, safe and sound. Had a really nice time in Maine yesterday with Chuck. He planned everything, which was a lovely surprise and very thoughtful. He is a warm, kind, funny, smart, smart-ass guy with a million stories of his lifelong escapades. The theme for him is "great fun." I think every story or anecdote ended with, "It was great fun!" We made sandwiches at his Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-775274172002-06-09T07:39:00.000-04:002002-06-10T00:51:12.000-04:00Sunday, Sunday
Not sure this will even post now, 'cause I can't access this page and looks like it's been hours since any Blogger blogs updated. Anyway, here's the scoop. I am up EARLY, which should be taken as a massive compliment. I am headed up to southern Maine for a dare-I-say date with the BB. I'm nervous, but in a good, cautious-yet-excited way. Of COURSE I will post *something* Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-774899562002-06-08T01:05:00.000-04:002002-06-08T03:08:41.000-04:00Heavy lids
Soooo tired. Saw Ya-Ya Sisterhood last night ... loved the book, but the movie disappointed me. If you didn't read the book, the consensus was the movie was really enjoyable. And I think it would ALSO be enjoyable to read the book afterwards since there's so much that was left out of the movie. But if you did read it before, my feeling is, don't bother with the movie. And I getShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-774487942002-06-07T00:23:00.000-04:002002-06-07T00:29:53.000-04:00I am NOT a whore
But these guys are. Go check out Blogwhore: The WebGame. It tastes great, yet it's less filling.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-774325552002-06-06T16:40:00.000-04:002002-06-06T16:54:46.000-04:00Would that I wrote it
You feel the touch, the something that tells you 'this will be a memory, a good memory'. - anna of 'little.red.boat'
After a looooong hiatus (almost 2 weeks, I think), I heard from foot-fetish/goatee guy today. I was sure he'd lost interest after I "confessed" to wearing orthopedic shoes, and having warts on all but one of my toes, not to mention a big hairy one on Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-774294072002-06-06T15:22:00.000-04:002002-06-06T16:27:57.000-04:00Can't focus
My eyes itch. Don't wanna be at work. Getting my hair(s) cut after work today ... I know, I know, it's about time. Made plans over a month ago with friends to see Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood tomorrow night. It was such a great chick book; hope the movie doesn't disappoint.
Chuck and I AIMed last night for quite a while. He likes to test people, I think. He's Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-774151922002-06-06T08:05:00.000-04:002002-06-06T08:05:06.600-04:00Tying a string around my finger
Must remember to blog about three-hour AIM session with the BB last night. Later.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-773873892002-06-05T16:00:00.000-04:002002-06-05T16:00:37.340-04:00The Rules
Did you know that there's a rule somewhere that you don't contact a person after a date until 3 days have passed? I wasn't aware that this was true anywhere but in the movie Swingers, but that's what my girlfriends have told me, and a guy friend has confirmed it.
Guillaume has broken the rule, but I'll forgive him 'cause I can't stand people who play games and I give points forShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-773777062002-06-05T11:39:00.000-04:002002-06-05T15:09:46.000-04:00I'm exhausted
Had a late night phone conversation with the BB (blogging boyfriend). He had e-mailed me about 72 times (more or less) to suggest that maybe I might possibly want to give him a call, *if* I felt like it. Very subtle. The truth is, I was curious about what his voice would sound like. I was also more than a little concerned that his atrocious spelling might be evident in his Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-773578652002-06-04T22:53:00.000-04:002002-06-04T23:02:44.000-04:00He's the other kind of French
When he said his first language was French and then made reference to having lived in Paris, I guess I just assumed. But he's the other kind. He's ... Canadian. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Guillaume isn't his name, but let's say it is for the sake of this blog. Guillaume is an aspiring writer, with a day job as a software applications trainer Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-773138712002-06-03T22:35:00.000-04:002002-06-03T22:52:34.000-04:00It had to come to this
Well, you knew it would happen eventually. They're fighting over me. I know, I should be horrified, offended even, but I'm not. I'm lovin' it.
Tomorrow I have a date with a French fellow for coffee. I told him that my knowledge of francais is limited to "Comment ca va," "bon soir," and "je m'appelle Cynical," and he indicated that we would do fine with the Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-772756452002-06-03T00:56:00.000-04:002002-06-05T15:11:02.000-04:00Me 'n' Rosie
I was dog- and house-sitting this weekend in the South End of Boston. Not a hetero man in sight, in case anyone was worried. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) Rosie is just the sweetest little mutt in the world. i dare you to challenge me on this. Her full name is (I think) Rosario Maria Concheeta Alonso P---ish C---ey. The last two are the names of her two Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-771827152002-05-31T10:04:00.000-04:002002-05-31T10:07:27.000-04:00Even more interesting developments
First, my archives have miraculously reappeared. YAY!! Read at your own risk ....
Second, intriguing exchange with a fellow blogger last night -- er, early this a.m. Hmmmm. Possibly a bad idea, but extremely interesting. He's single but in a very complicated position. I am, well, . . . a relationship novice. Nonetheless, I am *ahem* aroused, to say Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-771734372002-05-31T01:57:00.000-04:002002-05-31T02:08:56.000-04:00Interesting developments
Well, I made a few updates to my online dating profile the other day, and I've gotten a little flurry of responses. Yay me! I had been so worried when I first posted the thing that my sarcasm would be misunderstood, so I toned it down SO much that it ended up being pretty generic. Limited responses ensued. Now, I have gone all out and revealed ... the real me. AndShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-771021372002-05-29T10:54:00.000-04:002002-05-29T20:44:19.000-04:00Happy Birthday, BtC!
And happy 1st bloggiversary, too.
BobtheCorgi was one of my first blog addictions. I am happy to say that this has been the only addiction I don't need a 12-step program to treat. I just go read her site every day, and I suggest you do it, too. And when you're there today, be sure to wish her a very happy birthday.
Oh, by the way, Bob is the dog; Susan is the Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-770909402002-05-28T23:44:00.000-04:002002-05-28T23:44:07.750-04:00I'm tuckered out
Defending truth, justice, and the American way is exhausting. And it makes my tummy hurt. I think I'll take the day off from crime-fighting tomorrow. *sigh*
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-770537492002-05-28T02:13:00.000-04:002002-05-28T02:54:03.000-04:00Did anyone even notice
My archives have been MIA. Not the end of the world, but a scandal of some proportion. I have one more trick up my sleeve to get them back, though. I don't believe this will involve any lap-dances, but you can never be too sure.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-770514972002-05-28T00:52:00.000-04:002002-05-28T01:02:44.000-04:00I'm late to the table but there's still plenty of nourishment
Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't;
Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't.
Depend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes;
It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul.
. . . .
When I look in the mirror, the only one there is . . . me.
Every freckle in my face is where it's Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-769895642002-05-26T10:58:00.000-04:002002-05-26T11:21:15.000-04:00Clarissa explains it all
It's about *%$!ing time. This and this are the first things I've read or heard from the medical community that make any sense of the near-universal experience of weight regain after significant loss, and why -- at least up until now -- gastric bypass (and presumably some other forms of weight-loss surgery) seems to be the closest thing we've got to an answer. Let's Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-769630642002-05-25T13:29:00.000-04:002002-05-25T14:08:16.000-04:00Saturday Haiku
Wind in my hair-y
Legs all the way up to here
Shaving is sucky
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-769229652002-05-24T09:49:00.000-04:002002-05-24T09:58:56.000-04:00It was a scandal
What could be worse than being without telephone (and hence, dial-up modem) access for three -- count 'em, three -- days? I'll tell you what's worse. Being at home, sick, for two of those verrrrrry long, verrrrrrry quiet days.
Stomach bug. Going around. Co-worker's fault, naturally. Couldn't figure out how to connect my modem to my cell phone. One of you will probablyShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-767982772002-05-21T10:16:00.000-04:002002-05-24T09:21:29.000-04:00The computer's fine, but now the phone's dead
If you tried to call my home number in the past day or two, you probably would've gotten that "Do-do-DOO ... the number you have reached has been temporarily disconnected" message. Do not be alarmed. The bill is paid. (No, really. Well, it WAS late, but not THAT late.) The phone company has been alerted. But I can neither make nor receive Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-767090342002-05-18T22:05:00.000-04:002002-05-18T22:19:50.000-04:00 Forgot to mention
I neglected to tell you that my access to this site resumed almost immediately upon publishing the entry in which I bemoaned my lack of site access. Thanks for the concern and the comments ... I'm beginning to feel the love again. Not nearly enough, mind you, but love all the same.
I can't wait to hear about hoopty's CD-launching party tomorrow. Well, the party's Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-767020782002-05-18T16:03:00.000-04:002002-05-18T16:10:35.000-04:00I hit the big five-oh (oh-oh)
Today I hit 5,000 visits to my blog. Suzy put me over the top -- and if I were any kind of a host, I'd offer her a fantabulous prize. Especially because she had to bag a hiking trip today since her kittycat is sick, yet in the midst of such chaos, she came by and visited my blog, thereby putting me over the 5,000 mark. That's the kind of gal she is -- a giver.Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-766814062002-05-17T22:44:00.000-04:002002-05-17T22:44:08.230-04:00Weird
I can't access my site, and I thought it must be the infamous Blooger's fault. To be certain, though, I always check some of my friends' Blooger blogs, 'cause if I can't access THEM either, I know for sure it's the evil Blooger. But today was different. I am having no problems whatsoever in accessing One Who Knows, for example. Don't get too excited about that, though. Rumor has it Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-766720512002-05-17T16:58:00.000-04:002002-05-17T16:58:36.143-04:00I'm not feeling the love
Was it something I said?
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-766679082002-05-17T15:02:00.000-04:002002-05-17T22:46:46.000-04:00Mind bending
I love to place myself in the hands (and words and images) of a skillful author. I have been carrying around a copy of Amy Tan's The Hundred Secret Senses for at least 2 years, but somehow hadn't actually broken the (paperback) spine. I thought I lost it at one point, but it was in the trunk of my car with just a smidge of laundry detergent soaking through the last few pages, asShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-766446362002-05-16T23:53:00.000-04:002002-05-16T23:59:33.000-04:00Must. Sleep. Now.
I've been pretending that I'm wide awake, reading my linked blogs, but the truth is I've been in a virtual coma for the past 45 minutes. Forgive me if I ask questions you've already answered.
Did I mention that I saw Monsoon Wedding last weekend? Loved it. See it immediately. Really.
My friends E & C had their second child yesterday and everyone is fine, with the Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-766244882002-05-16T12:48:00.000-04:002002-05-16T12:52:39.000-04:00little red boat rocks
Anna's first post today is quite possibly the most entertaining blog entry I've seen in weeks. I think I might've signed a contract like that, too. But I'm sure someone (he was probably gay) had slipped me a mickey at the time. Hahahahahahahahahaha.
*sob*
;-PShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-765963602002-05-15T19:50:00.000-04:002002-05-15T19:50:23.480-04:00And another thing
Is it bad to post 3 times within 10 minutes?
It doesn't FEEL bad, but I need to know if I'm gonna regret it later.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-765962952002-05-15T19:48:00.000-04:002002-05-15T19:48:10.820-04:00Non Sequitur
I also heart sugar-free fudgesicles. Last week I finished a box of Tofutti-brand ones, which had taken some getting used to, but of which I eventually became quite fond. So yesterday the store I was in didn't carry the Tofutti stuff and I picked up a box of sugar-free "Chocolate Fudge Pops" made by the New England brand called Hood. I just ate one while waiting for my dinner toShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-765958682002-05-15T19:36:00.000-04:002002-05-15T19:36:36.076-04:00Kittens and snails
I love scented candles. Not the gross ones, though. Only the really nice smelling ones. :-) Right now I'm smelling mango and pomegranate. Mmmmm. Life is good.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-765462462002-05-14T15:44:00.000-04:002002-05-14T15:44:23.710-04:00Details as requested
Not sure there's much to detail, really. Teacher Guy is a decent fellow who feels too old to me, at least so far. He's five years older (or so he says) but if I met him in the market, I'd peg him as at least 5 years beyond that. It's not just his appearance, but it's his interests and (from what he says) low activity level. He's comfortable when he gets talking about aShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-765203202002-05-13T22:32:00.000-04:002002-05-13T22:32:27.716-04:00The Date
Once upon a time, after a long dry spell, your fearless weblogger went on an actual date. With the teacher. Very nice man, decent conversationalist, informed and passionate about current events, world history, politics. He would like to see me again. I don't see this as a likely love match, but I see no need to make any final decisions yet. I suspect I will go out with him again.Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-765070222002-05-13T16:22:00.000-04:002002-05-13T16:22:03.943-04:00Date tonight. (Yes, you heard it right.) Will report later.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-764591912002-05-12T10:23:00.000-04:002002-05-12T10:35:01.000-04:00What she said
Paige has beautifully described her mixed feelings about her mother on Mother's Day. I can totally relate, with only a few variations. Please go and read it. And please do make an appropriate fuss over her nieces and nephew while you're there.
I know it's late, and you've all already wished her a happy birthday, 'cause it was eight days ago. And I sent her my love and goodShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-764515622002-05-12T02:05:00.000-04:002002-05-12T02:05:29.100-04:00BOOBIES
Enough about the feet. Let's talk boobies.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-764183852002-05-10T22:28:00.000-04:002002-05-12T02:02:40.000-04:00Yeah, Baby
It may be uncool, but I am home at 10 p.m. on a Friday night. It's so uncool, it's actually ... cool. Right? Please tell me I'm still cool. Did you ever notice that loco is an anagram of cool? Yeah, me neither. 'Til now. When I'm home alone on Friday night with nothing to do. Cool. *sigh*
Oh, I do have some exciting news to report. I have reached a new weight-loss Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-764072152002-05-10T15:41:00.000-04:002002-05-12T02:02:12.000-04:00Foot Guy rises again
Mr. Foot Fetishista may have life in him yet. At the urging of a trusted friend, I decided to respond to his e-mail in the hope that he was just trying to be funny/suggestive, not skeevy, with his seemingly urgent desire to offer me a romantic foot massage before we ever met. (Again, love the romance and the foot massage, just thought it was a bit too much to expect -- Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-763537422002-05-09T15:28:00.000-04:002002-05-10T00:52:25.000-04:00EEK
Going to a preview of Insomnia tonight. Scary movie starring Al Pacino, Robin Williams, and Hilary Swank. The tag line is "Don't Close Your Eyes."
I rarely follow instructions, and I hardly expect tonight to be any different.
Director Christopher Nolan, who also directed Memento, will be there to speak afterwards. I feel very cool. If you were going, I'd be jealous. Oh, and Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-763269512002-05-08T22:02:00.000-04:002002-05-08T22:02:06.163-04:00It's a Miracle!
Lawzy, lawzy. You'll never believe it. My Mac has been resurrected!! One of my pals at work is a Mac systems guru and he gave me a few tips to try and repair my computer. He gave me a Norton diskdoctor disk and a Mac OS disk, the latter to be used only as a last resort to erase my hard drive and then install the operating system anew. Well, all else failed and I did erase Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-763189362002-05-08T18:08:00.000-04:002002-05-08T18:21:50.000-04:00Here come the freaks
I have been getting some more responses to my online personal ad. Shall I tell you about them? Yes, I believe I shall.
First we have Mr. Foot Fetishist. When I said that I enjoy foot massages, I didn't think anyone would expect to give or receive one on our FIRST date. I will not be responding.
Next there's Mr. Traveling Incognito. He doesn't have a profile Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-762605782002-05-07T09:26:00.000-04:002002-05-07T10:33:54.000-04:00She wakes
Yes, I am alive. I am still 'puterless. I am seriously considering Sal's offer of meeting me for a drink post-purchase in tax-free Cow Hampshire. Before that, though, I am doing my research. I know that emachines were a disaster when they were first introducsed a couple of years ago, but DAMN they're right in my price range. I can get a whole bundle (w/printer, monitor, CD-ROM, Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-760946332002-05-02T17:48:00.000-04:002002-05-02T17:48:01.080-04:00Maybe if I sell my body
I've got a teensy bit of savings, and am feeling rather flush what with the paycheck infusion the other day. What say I go to CostCo this weekend and do a little 'puter browsing? I checked out a couple of the big computer manufacturers' sites today, and the deals are pretty good. If I could eliminate shipping by buying it in person, I might be able to get a good Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-760459852002-05-01T13:50:00.000-04:002002-05-01T13:50:02.190-04:00The dirty truth
The truth is it takes a lot longer to read everyone else's blogs and try to keep up on current events online than it does to actually post to the blog itself. So what I really need to do is quit reading all your blogs.
Let's see how that goes.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-760138742002-04-30T17:21:00.000-04:002002-04-30T17:21:57.686-04:00More technical difficulties
I mentioned that my home computer crashed. Did I mention that I've been blogging at the office and I'm concerned about it interfering with my work? Yeah. So I'm going to take a little break until I can figure things out with computer access, etc. I'll still drop by and visit as many of you as I can, but probably won't be posting here for a few days. Please missShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-759405492002-04-28T20:00:00.000-04:002002-04-29T09:39:53.000-04:00All the rainy day titles have been used up
My home computer seems to have shit the bed, if you'll pardon the expression. I had to come into my office to blog today because ... well, because I had stuff to say and, more important, wanted to read what some other bloggers have had to say since yesterday. Damned computer. I really shouldn't complain, though, because my last 3 Macs have been Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-758957762002-04-27T12:20:00.000-04:002002-04-27T13:22:44.000-04:00Birthday celebration tonight
Last Wednesday was the 83rd birthday of my sweet little Cousin B. Ju. No, she's not my auntie, or my great aunt, or my grandmother. She's my cousin, and she was always Cousin B, because it would have been disrespectful to call her by her first name alone. Her mother and my mother's grandmother were first cousins. During my lifetime, Cousin B has always lived inShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-758333582002-04-25T23:26:00.000-04:002002-04-25T23:47:33.000-04:00You didn't hear it from me
I think the drought is over. Now, I'm no scientist, but it seems to me that there has been enough rain, sleet, hail, and more rain over the past 2 weeks to make up for months of dryness. Tonight, it poured for several hours with a side order of sleet. "They" are saying we may get some snow later on. (You know who "they" are.) How much do you want to bet that Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-757681792002-04-24T10:26:00.000-04:002002-04-24T14:52:39.000-04:00She's such a Baz
I hadn't stopped by Bazima's place in a while, but this just goes to show why I ought to be checking her out more often. And you should, too.
Thanks for all the concern for my aches and pains yesterday. I am fine. I just needed a little attention, which I received from several of you. If someone would just rub my feet tonight after my workout, all will be right with my Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-757261972002-04-23T09:26:00.000-04:002002-04-23T09:26:42.946-04:00Ugh
Me don't feel so good. Head is blurry, throat is raw, body is wobbly. Me wanna be back in bed where all is warm and soft. Me wanna go home. Me hafta work. Gah.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-756722372002-04-21T23:37:00.000-04:002002-04-22T10:52:36.000-04:00Revelation
The pain had to become so great I could only die or change before I could choose to change. --- /var/log/sysblog
I told my friend SM about my weight-loss surgery last night.
Yesterday afternoon my big sister was asking me why I hadn't shared this with him already, and I didn't really have an answer. I never doubted that I could trust him. I never doubted that he wouldShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-756244542002-04-20T13:59:00.000-04:002002-04-20T14:31:14.000-04:00A few important bits of news
Who knew that sperm-smuggling was on the, ahem, rise?
Hey, I may be chubby but at least I'm not in a high-risk category for ALS (amyelotrophic lateral sclerosis, a.k.a. Lou Gehrig's disease), according to this. (Let's not discuss the other high-risk categories I *am* in.)
And am I the only one who didn't know that penis theft is a growing problem in Africa?Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-755853802002-04-19T10:19:00.000-04:002002-04-19T14:42:50.000-04:00I've got a case of the Fridays
I know. I missed you, too.
It's Friday, and I'm wiped. I have $17 until the end of the month, so imagine what fun I'll be having this weekend.
I have yet another dirty secret to confess. I am a fan of this season's Survivor show. Last night's episode was BRILLIANT!! They all had to play a game to get immunity in which the ruling alliance made a Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-755029532002-04-17T09:01:00.000-04:002002-04-17T21:11:55.000-04:00Dental Clinic Erotica
I'm lying back in a reclining leather chair and this attractive man with soulful eyes is leaning over me, just inches from my face. He gently touches my jawbone and caresses my lips apart. My eyelids drop over my dazed eyes. He slides two fingers into my mouth, traces them along my lower teeth, and strokes the inside of one cheek, over and over. Mmmmmmmm. I begin to Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-754777882002-04-16T17:19:00.000-04:002002-04-22T10:20:56.000-04:00In which I finally understand why I can't respond to Mr. Round Solid Rear
I thought he looked too old at first. But suddenly, while describing him to one of my friends, it hit me between the eyes. It's simple, really. He looks disturbingly like a younger version of my paternal grandfather.
We've often joked, JadedJu and I, about the fact that our relatives must have had some Asian Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-754438472002-04-15T20:53:00.000-04:002002-04-15T21:11:53.000-04:00Here goes
Someone browsing the Dating.com (*wink*) site would see my photo, which I'll post here tomorrow, then my screenname and a tagline of sorts:
Shelley65 (*wink*)
Charming, smart, wry and romantic
Then, if the Prospect (or nosey-pinkus) were to click on my screenname or tagline, they'd get the following narratives, along with some basics from the check-box categories which I Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-754108542002-04-14T23:53:00.000-04:002002-04-14T23:56:55.000-04:00Bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger.
That sounds so much better when a Brit says it.
The thing is, I wish I were a better creative writer. I feel as though so many other bloggers write all these clever, creative, unique things, and I write about my silly crises or pleasures of the day. As much as I love keeping this blog and, even more, reading all of yours ... I don't find myself Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-753594662002-04-13T10:35:00.000-04:002002-04-13T10:36:39.000-04:00Ah, sweet slumber
I am a little late to this fan club, but may I please say how much I ADORE my cotton jersey sheets? I bought them a couple of months ago, in the depths of chilly New England winter, but only tried them out this week. Why, you ask? Did I fail to CHANGE my sheets in the meantime? NO, I say. I don't deny being slothful at times, but it's out of a different kind of sloth, Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-752896822002-04-11T12:32:00.000-04:002002-04-11T12:32:15.090-04:00Advice I wish someone had thought to give me
If you're foolish enough to borrow a ton of money to get a fancy degree, may I suggest you decide to be paid an outrageous salary to permit you to repay the loans and eat something other than 16/$1 ramen noodles for the next 30 years? Prostitute yourself if you must, but dangnabbit earn yourself some good coin while you're at it.
Yeah, I wish Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-752661592002-04-10T20:48:00.000-04:002002-04-10T21:47:29.000-04:00Long distance relationships
I have received an exceedingly generous offer from a fellow blogger to host me on her new domain, and I have been *ahem* astute enough to jump onboard. It's so exciting!! But I don't want to give away too much ... so I'll wait to tell you details about my new hostess and the new domain until it's ready to roll. *rubs hands together with glee* (Ed. note: Okay, Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-751845512002-04-08T20:49:00.000-04:002002-04-08T20:49:25.203-04:00Welcome Wagon
Let's have a nice, warm round of applause for Sal, the newest blogbabe on the block!
*clap, clap, clap*
I think I met Sal once when I was about 14, when she and my sister were in college together. I saw her a couple of years ago when the sis was in town and Sal cruised down from New Hampshire (at least, I think that's her home) for a visit to the Ju household. But mostlyShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-751530112002-04-08T00:56:00.000-04:002002-04-08T00:56:41.953-04:00Clarification
The last entry was titled "Blogger Insider last call" for a reason. This (below) will be my last Blogger Insider pairing, at least for the foreseeable future. It has been increasingly hard to find time to keep up with my own blogging AND regularly reading the blogs to which I am addicted. Trying to read the entire archives of a brand new (to me) blogger (no matter how Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-751520232002-04-08T00:20:00.000-04:002002-04-08T10:03:09.000-04:00Blogger Insider last call
Without further ado, meet Chris, my latest Blogger Insider partner. As she puts it: "wow! we live in the same state and are from different religions, and political ends of the spectrum. how cool .... one of my absolute favorite things about the blog world is getting to know people of differing backgrounds and comparing their thoughts on the same issue…. how fun is Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-751207752002-04-06T22:09:00.000-05:002002-04-06T22:09:50.720-05:00Service, schmervice
Had a great day today. I volunteered at a Boston food pantry from 9 a.m. until about 3 p.m. with a bunch of students and a few other staff members from the college where I work. Over 100 people from our school volunteered today at various nonprofit agencies around the greater Boston area, including several residential facilities for the elderly, a used clothing store run Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-750586452002-04-04T22:16:00.000-05:002002-04-04T22:17:52.000-05:00But the law won
Street cleaning resumed this week. In my neighborhood, the streets are cleaned on Thursdays, and parking restrictions are in place to permit each side of the street to be cleaned on alternate weeks from April through November. I remembered last week that I needed to start keeping track of the schedule again, 'cause April was fast approaching. I thought of it each day until Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-114364122002-04-03T21:57:00.000-05:002002-04-03T22:15:31.000-05:00You Complete Me
Shel at bob unpndown blog is having another blogwhore contest. This time he's challenging each of us to come up with the theme song for our blogs. It seems completely obvious to me -- and maybe you already guessed this -- that my theme song is the Debbie Boone classic, "You Light Up My Life." What else was it gonna be?
Go, pick a song, and be a blogwhore.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-114034492002-04-03T00:06:00.000-05:002002-04-03T00:06:42.860-05:00We're Number One
First, I didn't even know there IS a National Orgasm Day. But I certainly never expected to be number one for this search. Holy out-of-context, Batman! And mark your calendars ....
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-113921082002-04-02T18:31:00.000-05:002002-04-02T18:39:25.000-05:00Can I tell you a disturbing secret?
I need to share a bit of distressing personal information and I'd like your assurance that I can share this without word getting out. It's big.
Well, not as big as before.
The thing is, is ... well, it's my feet. They've shrunk. Not a lot, but I'm still worried about what this may mean for my sexual potency. You know what they say about a woman andShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-113650252002-04-01T23:02:00.000-05:002002-04-01T23:03:00.000-05:00Even Cannibals need comfort food
This just goes to show that we all need something warm and comforting in our tummies from time to time. A little peopleloaf and mashed fingertatoes can go a long way toward taming the beast within, I find.
I'm still seeking your advice on clever stuff to write in my online personal ad. I prolly shouldn't mention my taste for the aforementioned delicacies.Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-113316992002-03-31T23:53:00.000-05:002002-04-01T00:14:12.000-05:00They're baaaaack
I'm so happy to re-link two of my lapsed blogger friends. Suzy and Tina have resumed blogging. They were sorely missed. Now if we can just convince my sweet turtleguy to come back, then my life would pretty much be complete.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-113288352002-03-31T22:32:00.000-05:002002-03-31T22:32:13.926-05:00My weekend was productive for a change
I did go to the gym Friday night after all, and I had an incredible workout. Yesterday I wasn’t sore at all and was feeling kinda … smug, really. Today? Can hardly move.
A couple of my pallies were in town unexpectedly this weekend and they crashed here last night. These were not cats. They’re humans, I swear. Unlike having Sherman here last Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-112559522002-03-29T14:46:00.000-05:002002-03-29T15:16:12.000-05:00Oy.
I'm sure I'll use this entry title many more times in the life of this blog, but right this minute it's all I've got to express my frame of mind. I'm freakin' tired. Last night was the second Passover seder and Mother Ju and I were at the home of the Fogs*. The Fogs have been friends of the Jus since time immemorial. They have three adult children, all married with 2-3 kids apiece; theShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-112133212002-03-28T10:45:00.000-05:002002-03-29T10:52:46.000-05:00I condemn him in the most strongest of terms
Good Lordy, could Dubya possibly either take a grammar lesson, hire a decent speechwriter, or actually read the words a decent one puts in front of him on his TelePrompTer? The double superlative is just, well, not super. The tapes I heard on the radio have him stating that he "condemn[s] the killings [by a suicide bomber at a Passover celebrationShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-111997462002-03-27T23:26:00.000-05:002002-03-27T23:37:13.000-05:00Uuurrrrp.
Pardon me.
I don't know what went wrong. Usually when I leave my mother's house after a holiday meal, I am so full that I can barely move. But this year things were different. There wasn't enough food at the Passover seder.
I know.
Originally we thought there'd be nine people, which immediately required that there be enough food for seventeen. Then two of the intended Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-111763042002-03-27T11:20:00.000-05:002002-03-27T11:20:23.923-05:00My public has spoken
Sorry for the lack of posts, folks. I'm having some computer problems at home and am already spending way too much time getting not enough done at work, so blogging has been out of the question. Tonight is the first night of Passover and I'm going to be spending it at my mom's house with the various cousins and hangers-on that she has gathered for the party. This is my Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-110770922002-03-24T18:01:00.000-05:002002-03-24T18:18:38.000-05:00Unexpected tragic news
I can't even bring myself to speak of my day spent with Mother Ju yesterday. There are far more important things to discuss. For one, I'd like us all to observe a moment of silence to acknowledge the passing of a great innovator, Dr. Scholl. Many of you will recall your first experience crippling yourself (or the crippling of a loved one) by stepping on the rather Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-109952492002-03-21T23:04:00.000-05:002002-03-21T23:04:18.976-05:00Bad trip
My mother comes back tomorrow from a month away. Seems like I barely got a break, 'cause she was calling me nearly every day, and already she's headed home to torture me locally. What's worse is that Saturday is her birthday, so naturally I'm on duty for the entire day. Any suggestions for b-day activities with Mom? Keep in mind that all activities must revolve around food.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-109737352002-03-21T11:57:00.000-05:002002-03-21T22:40:25.000-05:00He's adorable, he's gay, and my sister introduced us
OMG. I'm all about bob upndown blog. Check out this recent post for a fun game.
Link courtesy of JadedJu.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-109311112002-03-20T09:25:00.000-05:002002-03-20T09:28:54.000-05:00Yes, I slept with him
I'm not ashamed. It was perfectly natural. I wish you could all see what I see in Sherman.
His looks are definitely not the most important thing about him, but here's a photo just to give you an idea of this sweet pussycat I've been lucky enough to welcome into my life. I should warn you that, like Robin Williams, he's kind of a hairy guy ....
So tell me whatShelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254341.post-109200902002-03-19T23:46:00.000-05:002002-03-20T00:14:09.000-05:00Illustration needed
I have a great photo of Sherman that I want to post, but I'm having some technical issues. Please bear with me.
Shelleynoreply@blogger.com