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How Do You Like Them Apples? (not a blog about Gwyneth's kid...)
The woman who baked and cooked all that stuff is a saint. Can you spell MARTYR? Good, because I can't. I believe that's right. I read that letter as well. Sounds like they both have a bit of a loose screw. There are only a few things that people grow too much of that can really be appreciated. Avocados come to mind. I'll take figs as well.— November 2, 2008 8:33 a.m.
The Great Escape
My husband and I are going. I'll be on the lookout for feathers.— November 1, 2008 9:22 a.m.
Effin Effigy
Nice to have you back. That letter was another example of bitterness. My response to those that think they can do it better - "then why aren't you doing it?" Effigy I think is used when the likeness was CREATED with the intent to make a public display of its hanging. Halloween is now a holiday strictly for adults. Every year, we buy loads of candy, hoping to have some kids come around in their funny costumes so we can ooh and aah over them, and give them a little treat. We get maybe five kids. It's ridiculous. When I was growing up, we were out until at least 9:00 at night, all of our friends were out, and very few parents went with us. Although we heard all the warnings - LSD laced candy, apples with razor blades, I can honestly say we never encountered anything worse than the people who insisted on giving us apples in the first place. Who ever ate those things, anyway? My point I guess is that kids can't enjoy a holiday anymore that was originally intended for them. I've been to some crazy Halloween parties. One I went to had the living room set up as a funeral parlor, complete with a casket and an actor hired to be a dead guy. They also had a hypnotist. It was fun, but it must have cost a fortune. I am going to see Changeling tomorrow. Really interesting TRUE story!!— October 31, 2008 12:41 p.m.
Letters
Sorry, Fred. I'm all ablush. I typed too quickly, prior to reading your proclamation of adoration. Forgive my whiplash-like jealousy. I'm sure it happens all the time, chicks fighting over you and all.— October 30, 2008 10:26 a.m.
Halloween Dream
Me neither.— October 29, 2008 9:44 p.m.
Letters
Oh, my, God. Stay tuned and see Fred and Julie GET IT ON!! HERE, LIVE AND SUCKING UP!— October 29, 2008 8:54 p.m.
Letters
Oy. Should I invite Ollie? At least he loves you.— October 29, 2008 8:42 p.m.
The Great Escape
I completely understand the play money thing. I saw those shoes you bought! When I was in Italy, I was walking in Rome and stopped for a moment to get my bearings. I was looking for a shoe store. Now, I am not making this up. A handsome, well-dressed silver-haired gentleman of about 55 (give or take) asked me what I was looking for. I told him "shoes". He said "follow me". I did. He gave me his card on the way, and lo and behold, he owned a shoe store! Not just any shoe store. This was a little off the beaten bath, filled with gorgeous boots and shoes with buckles and pointy toes and oh, my God, I was in heaven. The proprietor was very persuasive without being overbearing. I spent 200 euros on a pair of shoes that to this day I only wear once in a blue moon because they are too breathtaking for words. If I got intoxicated and beat them up I would never forgive myself. I loved your story. When my husband and I travel I always get a little melancholy toward the end of the trip. So, this coming year we were planning on going to Greece and Croatia, and we are cancelling our trip and going on a road trip to the great national parks of the Pacific Southwest and Northwest! No camping, of course. We will probably take a time out at the Red Mountain Spa and visit as many wineries as possible. AND everyone is offering great deals right now because occupancy is so low. There is so much to see in our country and road trips can be a great way to travel if you have the right companion. Plus they can be very spontaneous. Some of my most memorable trips have been last minute getaways. So get out your head scarf and those big glasses and start your engine!!— October 29, 2008 3:21 p.m.
I'm a Pepper, You're a Pepper, She's a....Mrs. Fierce?
I'm laughing so hard I am crying.— October 29, 2008 2:10 p.m.
Escape the Tape -- An Airline Horror Story
That's too awful for words. It happens all the time, though, but not to that extent! My sister and I were coming back from New York once and this guy sat next to us and proceeded to drink himself into a stupor. He then started to barrage us with insults and started insinuating we were a couple. It was crazy. The "attendant" finally moved him, but we were astounded at how far they let it go before they did anything. I mean he was really yelling. I was also stuck on the tarmac at JFK on Valentines day 2007, and I was flying American. My husband and I flew in and were stranded for only about three hours, but this guy behind me kept bellowing about how next time he was going to fly Jet Blue!! He had a little kid with him, so I tried to be sympathetic, but finally gave him my orange to shut him up. We were probably 20 yards from the gate, and people were begging to let them get out and walk. No dice. They made everyone sit there. No free drinks, no nothing. The worst part was they kept saying "just another 30 minutes or so folks, just relax and we will have you out of here in no time." It was pretty horrible, so I can only imagine what the people stuck for ten hours must have been feeling. I'm not sure if shoe profiling is politically correct. I remember reading in the UT a while back that people were questioning why race had to be brought up when identifying suspects. Huh?!?— October 29, 2008 2:04 p.m.