Friday, July 28, 2006

Into Hybrids

I passed a black Rolls Royce with the personalized license plate 1FRUIT on the road this week. Which reminded me of my last stop at Wegmans. A sample taste of this fruit, the MANGO NECTARINE led to my 1st purchase of this item which is now a new summer favorite in our home. It tastes like Mango but it really is a result of the crossbreeding of two strains of pale nectarine which bring out the delicate color and a mango tasting flesh. They grow exclusively in California. You have to taste one. If you can't find them at your grocery store fly to California cause they must be tasted to be believed. What summer fruit do you think is amazing? Have a fun, safe weekend. And keep Cool!

Sunday, July 23, 2006

It's Bloody Sunday

I knew he could dance since he tries to hip his way into the front line in belly dancing classes on Tuesday nights (it's the only frontline he's not fearfull of) but I didn't know he could sing. Here it is: George Bush singing Sunday Bloody Sunday!

Hope you are all enjoying your weekends!

Friday, July 14, 2006

Tell Me NOT

Does anyone know the Secret? Would I really want to know? I know I am never going to write that interesting book. I told Dr. Joel, my shrink that this week. I told him he's way too classic a shrink. He isn't as interesting as Augusten Burroughs (author of Running with Scissors - soon to be a Major MOTION PICTURE - on my birthday of all days) shrink. Nope, boring. Though I am not sure I could handle a doc who judges the day by how one's stool is looking. I will just have to have to come to terms that after a year of blogging and trying to balance it is time for me to work on my thesis and that is that. The secret? For me it is accepting that I will never know and being perfectly ok with not having the answers.
Have a fun and safe weekend!

For all those heroes who manage to posts HNT weekly!

Monday, July 10, 2006

Fishing for Compliments







There are 86 acres of land that my Township has marked to be left undeveloped across from where I live. Often this past winter I would see trucks pulling in there and it seemed as though men were taking out fishing rods even though there is no water on this land. I would drive by and wonder exactly what is going on. So recently I drove in and saw for myself. It seems that groups of men get together on this barren farmland and see how far out they can throw their fishing lines and then they measure the distance. Sometimes they even have contests and trucks come from all around. They are even out there this time of year, not just the winter... when they can actually go out to the ocean or a real lake across the road and actually fish. (Someone want to explain this to me?) I know in Brokeback Mountain the man had no explaination for not catching fish. Neither do these men. There is no water. I guess this is a guy thing? How long is my line....
Anyhow Bellydancing begins again this week. I guess there is no accounting for what one thinks of as
fun.
Like the kids say "whatever" just keep having it!

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