Loran’s chickens
Teddy Bauer and I in the subway. He graciously met me at the bus, and
accompanied me towards the train. Next stop, home. I really liked his
hat. And general spunkiness.
My morning
Loran’s chickens
Ready, steady, O
This is the red line at Metro Center. It didn’t occur to me that
they’d have signage or othrr preparations up yet.
I am heading OUT of DC to Comus MD, where I will bask in the Obamaglow
from a distance.
Time to toughen up
I have only a week before the ALA Midwinter meeting. Do you know what this means?
I need to up my drinking considerably if I’m going to go round for round with the librarians.
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Here’s how the last conference started.
Defiant librarians
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(If you look close, you can see my Boston Derby Dames shirt on underneath.)
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Flashback: Dirty Diaper game
I’m gearing up for my 30th birthday party with a candy bar-related bash. We’re going to have a candy bar tasting. (About a year ago, I read Candyfreak, so now I’m all about trying different kinds of candy bars.)
I was just arguing with a friend that indeed his three-year-old son SHOULD come to the candy bar and booze party, but he thinks not. I then joked that we should feed candy bars to his infant daughter.
Then it hit me. The flashback.
I was at a baby shower. There was a baby shower game called “Dirty Diapers”. Disposable diapers with melted candy bars were passed around, and you had to try to figure out which kind of candy bar it was, based on its melted form, within the context of a diaper. It’s harder than you think.
I wasn’t a huge fan of baby showers anyway, but I hit the point of no return when the old lady to my left passed me what I think was a hot Butterfinger in a diaper and said “Oop! I think this little one must be sick!”
On the upside, the expectant mother is still a good friend (in fact, she’s flying out here for my birthday. I should make her stare into some diapers of chocolate), and the little fetus inside is now one of those superserious cuties.
Bad design choices
We’re at Joe’s Crab Shack in Jacksonville FL, and this is the front of
the menu. As my brother-in-law said, "It’s a shark hangover!"
I’m river people.
I was just struck with the idea of using Google Maps to see the town my family originated from in Germany.
I was delighted to discover that the arial map looks strikingly like the arial photo I took of the Green family homestead in the US.
Looks like I’m genetically predisposed to living near rivers, or it’s a lucky coincidence. I wonder if there’s catfish in the Bonner like there is in the Wapsi.
Merry x mas
Happy holidays from the Wadsgreens. Also, there are other holiday photos of us, even more silly.
Well, no. This one’s the silliest. We’re all moving a paw!
I am a rocker. A playing-Carcassone-with-my-axe rocker.