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don't forget to say "rabbit, rabbit!" first thing in the morning!!!!!

well, trainboy sent me this early this morning...

brawk brawk brawk brawk brawk... brawk brawk brawk brawk brawk...

by the way - i forgot to "rabbit, rabbit" this morning, so the last thing i have to do tonight is "tibbar, tibbar"

(only 99 comments left til i reach 10,000 on MT. i have surpassed that since i began blogging -- which, my bloggiversary is coming up in 2 weeks.)

[PEOPLE, THE ORIGINAL RABBIT, RABBIT POST WAS A LINK TO THE EXPLANATION. WHEN IN DOUBT, CLICK]

okay - so i was quoted in an article in an that ran in yesterday's Star Ledger...

it's about delays on NJ Transit...

go. read. if you have hardcopies of the story, send 'em over and i will autograph them :)

waiting in long branch for the 7:51am train... just was handed a survey for nj transit as I sat down. bring it on.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

[turns out that it was only a multiple choice survey...]

[*click*]

XL please.
my goodness. it's fantastic.

then again, there's always this one.

interesting. old navy has a t-shirt that says LIFEGUARD BELMAR...

is some Benny Designer from Old Navy paying an homage????

mornin'. made the 7:51am train out of long branch. flipped the bird at some old lady with a handicapped license (come on, if she's allowed to drive, then frigging drive faster than 4 miles an hour)

anyway... 3 days, 2 hours to go. am warming up the batteries for my camera as we speak.

my credit union overnighted me the BIG ASS cashier's check. part of me wishes it only had my name on it instead of the mini dealer's too. heh. I had thought that I would've had to take a day off and go to the bank to sign papers etc, but no. i only need to have a notary public stamp things and then I have to sign and send back within 30 days. cool :)

I have a couple of names I am toying with. will yap later about them.... right now one is in the lead.

jeezuz. I just looked down and holy hell the cleavage is a litte crazy today... didn't look like that in the mirror. crap.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

yeah this is an oldie. but i still kinda chortle at it.

(thanks for the email, shawn)

*whew* thank god craig got the boot. now left is kendra and my girl tana.

either one are fine, but i think tana would be the best candidate...

(yes, i am talking about the apprentice)

been headachy all day --- could be allergies... but for some reason i fear i may need glasses *gasp*

what else is going on?

LESS THAN 48 HOURS TIL I GET MY MINI!!!!!

(by the way, i am at 9980 comments thus far)

erm... or something

because i needed to be my own blog whore.

in looking over my statistics for the site i see where there's someone in the Wall Township School system reading my site... who's coming over from paulkatcher.com (yeah, i am big brother, sort of)

anyway - WELCOME!!! erin bennett, wall high, class of 1988 here... how are ya'?

i am about to get dressed --- getting ready to meet the new boy!!! have to pick him up at 10am...

have to drop gigglemom's car off at blewett's at 8am... then hightail it over to princeton!!!!!

right now, the weather is grey and foggy and it had been raining, think the rain MAY (touch wood) have ended.

in 3 hours i will be driving the boy home :)

yay!!!

phooka (pronounced poo-kah) - mischievous nature spirit in irish...

popped in to upload some photos, have to get ready for a shillelagh shindig (and have to be there in 20 minutes)

am tired, must be all that fresh air i've been getting today!!!

go lookit the photos!!!

been out and about driving in phooka! did the gigglemom's day thing...

had the top down all day yesterday, last night and this afternoon! (watching desperate housewives, more later!)

so saturday night, Jude and I went to the Friendly Sons of the Shillelagh dinner lo and behold, this fella that i fancy was there... he said "hey!" and then as jude and i were walking by, he said "how's everything?" to me...

i got all tongue-tied and i said "everything's glahbl frahm" and then scuttled off in embarrassment.

he really must think i was hit in the head with a sledgehammer... i got all tongue-tied back on parade day as well...

caught the 7:20am out of squan... had to leave phooka in the parking lot :(

had to change trains at newark... had to run up & down stairs then the 8:58 train was sitting there with its doors shut for two minutes... so I had already resigned myself to the fact I would be catching the 9:09... all of a sudden ONE door opened and the conductor said she'd let people on til the train started moving.

guess who was the one stepping on the train as it lurched forward? yep. am sitting comfortably on the 8:58.

it's gorgeous out and I so want to go driving around.

was driving through squan w/ the top down yesterday and saw another mini convertible... they were behind me and waving uncontrollably in my rearview mirror! awwwww phooka made a friend!

::: plunked in on my treO:::

i present the 50 worst hairstyles of all time...

and --- Inside the Waiter's Studio [waiter's studio link blatantly snagged from paul]

okay - just because i get annoyed with some folks who IM me (back-up, the kid has IM'd me about 5 times throughout the day today....) yeah so i batted the kid around like a mouse - not exactly scathing as i was taking a coffee break.

so i was driving home tonight - top down since it was gorgeous (only a little chilly, but that's what the heat's for) and i was about a mile from my house and had to stop at a traffic light...

what pulls up next to me? hot guy in a yellow mini (hardtop)... he gives me a thumbs up and the light turned green...

i pulled into the wawa and i saw where he was across the street at dunkin donuts...

yeah, i could've begun my Mini Stalking, but i refrained.

man, he was cute!

i am definitely gonna dig hanging with phooka.

yesterday, as i said, i was driving around 'squan and i was about to pull out onto main street when a black truck went driving by and the really cute roundheaded guy driving looks at the mini and then smiles :)

i turn left and was behind him... then i put the blinker on to turn right and the roundheaded truck guy sticks his hand out the window and waved...

hmmmm... wondering if i should call my mini, Phooka or Bait (for the fish in the sea.)

heh. i am looking to the future and seeing a kickass summer :)

baby got office chair back.

ah, one jackass has come back to haunt me... interesting how when one IMs, it may come back to bite them in the ass. (the original. the layout isn't pretty, ignore the disheveled look)

(yeah, what's to follow is my version of May Sweeps, i suppose)

okay, all y'all -- so far i've not been slaughtered by rogue IM'ers - nor have i been kidnapped by NJ transit conductors... do me a favour and go say hey to Debbers (you've seen her comment on my site for a while now...)

she recently started up her own blog, so pop in, say hey, tell her gigglechick sent you and then come back to me :)

of course, you have to crack a grin at a blog called white hiney, right?

so after i jumped of the train tonight and headed to Phooka, said see ya to Trainboy (who drove off when i popped into the mini) i tried to turn my key in the ignition.

nothing.

didn't move.

eh..... pardon?

then i tried it again.

again. nothing.

flicked on the lights. they worked. not the battery.

crap.

i called trainboy - since i knew he was only a few blocks away.... he asked if i could turn the steering wheel... nope. locked. crap.

then i put the emergency brake down...

ahhhhhh *whew* the key turned. the car started. all was well in miniland...

trainboy asked if all was cool and he turned around to go home and we hung up.

anyway... thanks to trainboy for helping me (in a way) and *shaking a finger at Phooka* don't ever scare me like that again.

eh. hello to whoever searched "gigglechick dawgface"

...for my readers who "don't get it...", i had posted back in 2001 about a band called Dawgface - decent local one - and one of the many ex-boyfriends that i have had was in it... so, every so often i see folks googling (or other search engine) that and i noticed it this evening...

so -- welcome! (i'm going to bed now.)

wait. speaking of googling, trainboy told me about yagoohoogle.com. neat.

whilst driving to the 7:21am train out of squan, I had the sunroof open... and then the rains came...

hey at least I had a little semi-open air motoring action going on before having to close the boy up.

every morning this week as I leave him at the station I get this little pang in my heart... damn separation anxiety.

so the rain today will break my streak of consecutive days with the entire top down. and it's supposed to rain throughout the weekend.

am staying over cathy's in the city tomorrow night. mom offered to let me use Mr. T and leave him overnight at the station while she takes Phooka to work...

the jury is still out on that decision.

and now I must sleep for 2 hours.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

okay - trainboy sent me a link to bitty, for a second i thought he was calling me one... anyway. for those "on the go" i've now created easy rss access to my site --- you can find the links over there on the left.... only fiddled with this for a minute - will check into it more later --- will possibly slap my archive list and the blogrolling list in there since i know that those pages don't launch with my code right now over on the mac -- not on my mac anyway.)

Launch Bitty Browser

Join my broadcast network

hey so eh, am on the 7:08pm train. sitting along with a thousand others on the train. apparently the station has no power... let me clarify... there IS power, but there "may be" a line down... and they aren't letting trains proceed.

so I am stuck sitting here.

have to take path

::: plunked in on my treO:::

fantastic ... sitting in effing bloody newark penn station... on a train that is on track A where the announcement was just broadcast that this "is normally an eastbound track and are awaiting written instructions" to leave.

so what's the problem? a bridge is on fire between new york and newark.

the bridge has burned down wires for the trains.

there are no trains out of nyc tonight (we took the path)

when I say "we" I am talking about my commuter partner in crime, trainboy...

so they are making ALL local stops between newark and long branch.

the connection that SHOULD be in long branch waiting to take us to manasquan? the conductor said "i can't honestly say that it will be there"

two rows behind me right now? 2 kids (or 16) screaming.

and it's 9pm... the 7:08pm train is supposed to get into manasquan AT 9:02pm... and here i am sitting in effing newark

::: plunked in on my treO:::

i JUST walked through my front door. i left work at frigging 6:12pm

and now i have a sore throat.

yeah. it's reeeeeally blurry. as we were on the PATH train we saw the smoke... and a little bit of flames... not realizing that was one of the causes for the FOUR AND A HALF HOUR COMMUTE that awaited us.

*snarl*

okay so, that blurry image up there (from the moving PATH and taken on my Treo.) that was of this:

here're more images.

more photos that gleny took

[thanks gleny, dear]

happy bloggiversary to meeeeeee!

technically a little longer (what with my rants.) but the day i started "blogging" was may 15, 2001.

just got back from visiting my aunt ann in the hospital (heartattack yesterday. she's doing fine though.)

also got back from the driving range with my friend carol... i am supposed to go golfing next weekend.

think I hit every frigging light and every 95 year old monday morning driver this morning on the way to the 7:21 train. thank god it switched from the 7:20am.

anyway. I saw the train from across the highway... I saw tons of cars coming from my left and right.....

I floored it. my goodness phooka hauls some mini ass!!

I pealed into the station. honked once. they held the train as I ran (as much as I could in skirt and sandals)

of course, now I am sitting behind the crazy change rattling woman - every time I am on this train I am near her.

she shakes coins in her hands back & forth for 15 seconds... then reads the heads or tails outcome (i assume) and writes them down... then resumes coin rattling...

for 2 hours.

.... okay I just got up and moved to another car (mainly because my batteries are dying in my walkman)

I am so sunburned... and my hair is getting blonder... keen. it's like Phooka is my one-stop tanning and hair salon.

that said... I think phooka may be parked semi-crooked....

did anyone tape the last 3 weeks of the family guy? I forgot the last 2 and then last night (even though trainboy called to remind me) I couldn't because both vcrs were working overtime taping survivor, contender, desperate housewives and gray's anatomy.

okay... am going to nap. beri woke me up at 5am...

::: plunked in on my treO:::

so, this idiot "Brenda Martin" has been commenting on my website. nasty little crappy comments...

i asked her to stop contacting me.

i also noticed that she's using a company email address...

http://www.picare.net

so, i called the (866) 220-5083 # listed on the site and asked for brenda martin and when she answered, i then proceeded to say "cease and desist with your emails & comments on my site"...

below is the "conversation" via email (perhaps start at the bottom.)

ah spring. it's in the air. i'm wearing a blue and white striped skirt... light blue polo shirt...

the weather is warm. I have a tan.

i'm walking to the 5:58pm train and there's a somewhat cute guy walking towards me. he smiles.

gosh I love spring.. the sun's shining, birds chirping, boys smiling.

I smile back.

he gets closer, smiles again and says:

"Nice titties"

and keeps walking (thankfully)

friggin' spring.

too bad he didn't hear me when I called out "eh, nice testicles!" to him.

okay, I didn't say that at all. but I would've loved to.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

you parked phooka in belmar. don't miss your stop tonight.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

so the peeling process on the forehead, nose and cheeks has begun.

am on the 7:28am out of belmar... going to bet that no one sits near me.

while I am not as vile as toenail clipping guy, the bright red raw flesh nose/forehead look that I am sporting (along with random bits of dangling skin) is not the most inviting look. fantastic.

going to nap so I don't see the few hot single train fellas on here looking at my elephant man "i am not an animal" deformity.

have cocoa butter, bag balm and neosporin on me... yep... i'm going to meet my future husband today. that's the magic pheromone/slimy face attraction thang.

remind me to buy SPF 8 (not 15 yet. can't bring myself to stay pasty) it's gonna be a long summer.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

was stuck behind some idiot in a white corolla with handicapped tags this morning. she went 7 mph (SEVEN) and then she apparently found the only invisible stop sign in manasquan.

what does this mean? it means that she wasted 3 minutes of my time, thus causing me to view the tail end of the 7:20am train pulling out of the station (even after I totally pulled an illegal Irish Job move and cut in front of her and the Emporer's New Stop Sign.)

so, I am on the RRE. and will be getting into the office at 10:15 if I am lucky... yesterday's 7:20am actually got into penn station at 9:16... three minutes ahead of schedule... keep your fingers crossed the RRE has that bit of luck.

last night's 5:58pm got me into belmar around 8:30... 25 min late. and I had to go to the hospital to visit aunt ann.

it's her 76th birthday today.

how is she celebrating? she's getting two angioplastic stints put into her heart. I mentioned she had a heartattack on saturday, right?

she seemed in good spirits last night when I got there. they're transporting her over to Jersey Shore Med Center this morning. in fact she should be in the OR right now.

hoping she's alright. she's a cool cat. has the farm in farmingdale... bred and raised goldens & labs, raised sheep, rabbits, chickens, goats, pigs and had horses (think that's where I was bitten by the horse bug)

she was telling me last night that she wants to get both hips replaced because she's been having trouble "sitting on the tractor and mowing the fields"... yes. 76 today.

she's the one I used to pray to God about... saying "please let me be like aunt ann with her white hair, wrinkles and horses"... i've had 7 horses, started going gray at 25, and am waiting for the craggy face to hit soon.

yeah. He hears that prayer.

anyway... she's been telling me what she's leaving me and while that's all well and nice, I don't want any of that stuff for a while... don't want to even think of her will having to be read for another 15-20 years...

usually I head over to the farm with my dad... I dunno... I think she intimidates me... but after visiting her by myself in the hospital I think I can cut the shop apron strings and head over there by myself more.

she knows a lot of the history of my family... dad sorta defers to her on that stuff.

apparently, my great-grandmother, annie height bennett, was a Huguenot... so I have to check in with that society. she was also one of 17 children. this was just discovered. she was also born on the property that was my family's old golf course (in a house)... and was President of the NJ chapter of the DAR (daughters of the american revolution)

so that's cool. I already knew on my grandmom's side that I am related to benedict arnold (i've mentioned this before)

anyway. switching trains now.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

had a photo/fansign sent to me today from neil ... which has spurred on a silly idea/request...

got a digital camera? start writing gigglechick.com on things, yourself, stickers, etc and take a photo and send them to me at gigglechick@gmail.com !!!

and i'll slap 'em up here....

get creative!!!!!!

well... trainboy & I are sitting here stuck in newark... on track 4.

there's a fire on track 4.

last week, Fire Wednesday was moved back to Thursday

arrrrrgh

::: plunked in on my treO:::

remind me not to sit in the first car of the 7:21am out of squan ever again...

6 rows up on the right side is crazy change rattling woman.

she has her train seat pattern. i've cracked that code.

yes. i've moved to another car.

by the way... aunt ann is most likely going home from the hospital today. she did well. had 2 stints while doing her stint in the OR.

that said, I am gonna nap, barring any more change rattlers, toe clippers, schitzophrenics & their imaginary pals (oh. didn't I mention THAT one on the train on tuesday night. have poor photo. no audio. audio would've been key here but I was afraid she'd slice my throat.)

a little Fat Off news... i've maintained somehow. but haven't updated the list in forever. the forum is still running though.

i'd about given up... then whilst in the shower this morning I realized we have an entire month (and 2 days) to shed more pounds. I have to stop getting kickass cheesesteaks from vinnie's

::: plunked in on my treO:::

well, i made it onto Overheard in New York...

woo.

about last week's train fire.

hmmmm... i feel a gigglechick site redesign brewing in me.

might just be gas though.

so I had to park in long branch station this morning to catch the 7:50 (which is the 7:21am out of squan)

as I was pulling into the parking lot, the Jon Favreau look-a-like guy (havent mentioned him before, but i've noticed him over the past week) well he waved at me and gave me a thumbs up.

i've never made eye contact with him before or spoken with him...

I think my cooper made him realize I was money, baby, money.

(now I must show my car to the ricky from better off dead clone, the tom skerrit guy and samuel l jackson... all of whom are on the nj coastine train :)

::: plunked in on my treO:::

susan tagged me. i am now part of a meme

01. Total volume of music files on my computer?
4 -- swear to god. 4. i am not big on the downloads

02. The last CD I bought was?
ZOX - Take Me Home (that was a year ago... jeez. i've had cd's bought FOR me though since)

03. Song playing right now:
eh.... sorry. none. i kinda basically listen in my car. that's it (have i mentioned my car is a mini cooper convertible??? heh. shameless)

04. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me(in no particular order):
bruce springsteen: the river
jimmy buffett: come monday
eagles: the last resort
cowboy mouth: how do you tell someone (& also 'my little blue one')
paul sanchez: they were married

05. Which 5 people are you passing this baton to, and why?
• shumpy - because i like forwarding him stuff :)
• neil - because he has nothing better to do in germany :)
• lynne - moving up the shoreline with the meme
• bridget unnel - bonding with the commute and the meme
• debbers - because she's the new kid on the block who needs to enjoy a meme every once in a blue moon :)

there y'are.

tag! you're it.

to the guy who is the train equivalent to the Princess & the frigging Pea

I keep my laptop bag on my, well, on my lap. feet flat on the floor of the train. the train hasn't even started yet....and this jackass in front of me. possibly late 40s turns around and growls at me:

"GET YOUR KNEES OUT OF MY BACK"

what the? didn't see that coming. especially since my knees weren't in his goshdarned back. nor was I shoving my bag into the back of the seat.

I say "pardon?"

he (standing up): "get your knees off the chair and out of my back!"

me (calmly): "sir, my knees are nowhere near your back"

he (sitting down huffily like a little frigging bitch and rustling his paper): *mumble*

me (under my breath): looks like we have the Princess & the Pea here

he: "Excuse me?"

me: "i said my knees are not in your back"

silence. him slamming his fricking back into the seat to 'remove my knees'

at this point my irish is up. got it?

okay. conductor comes to collect tickets. and fuckwit whines "tell her to put her knees down"

conductor says "her knees are down."

and so I say "looks like we have a regular Princess and the Pea sitting here."

fuckwit (FW): "EXCUSE ME??"

ME: "I said 'IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A REGULAR PRINCESS AND THE PEA' HERE"

FW: "I PAID FOR THIS SEAT!"

me: "you might want to refrain from implying that I didn't, Princess"

FW: "what?!"

me: "would you like to se my $291 monthly pass?"

FW (sits down like a little bitch.)

cut to when we're out of tunnel.....

FUCKWIT'S CELL PHONE RINGS AND - get this - HE ANSWERS IT!

me (mumbling): oh but talking on the cell is A-okay

FW (turning around): "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?!" (serious rage in his eyes. puh-lease. amateur.)

me: "was I talking to you?"

FW: "yes you were!"

me: " 'fraid not"

now..... at this point, our dearly beloved Fuckwit, flies off the handle and runs out of the seat and down the aisle to tattle on me. his fellow seat partner turns to look at me, shakes his head and laughs...

a minute later FW comes back and sits down

conductor comes, looks at my knees and says "they aren't touching you, sir"

and so right now I am laying in wait til he gets off the train so I can snap a photo.

fucking prick.

what'd i do!?!?

::: plunked in on my treO:::

fuckwit kept calling me "honey"

hell no.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

took phooka for his first bath! ran into one of my pipers whilst at PJ's car wash.

leaving PJs i was next to a hot orange with black bonnet stripes mini convertible (for shame! she had the top up on this gorgeous day!!) i beeped, we waved.

then i motored over to spring lake beach, drove up towards avon - all the while there was a bike race going on...

i motored up and down manasquan, then headed home... stopped at manhattan bagel for some sammiches to bring back

at home, i got out of phooka and noticed a frigging white scrape --- as if some effing jackass opened his door and hit my boy - there's no indent, just a 1/8"x1/2" white mark. am going to try to buff it out, but COME ON... bastards.

*sigh*

i totally lied! kinda forgot that i paid for/bought a cd in the past 12 months....

which one? Love & Other Indoor Games by Benjamin Wagner ...

how the hell could i let that slip my mind? especially when i am in the damned liner notes...

not feeling good today. stayed home from work ill... did go out this morning to get some breakfast/coffee and a roomba (surprise for mom... sorta. mainly because i hate vacuuming and hope this frigging thing will work... right now waiting for the SOB to charge.)

okay, um... i don't think that anyone really needs to be told NOT to take candy from this guy....

mother of god.

eh, thanks so much jackass for using MY site for your e-panhandling... i suggest you take your bullshit elsewhere and NOT use MY site for your crap. start your own site (much like i, and thousands of others have) instead of being a fucking parasite... JULIE. i've removed the numbers in your address. god this really fricking peeves me to no frigging end.

jeezuz cripes... you HAD to frigging post on my site FORTY (40) effing times!!!????

fuck you.

very much.

i don't care if you're "handicapped" (liar.)

in fact, fuck you so much that HERE.... everyone... HERE are their phone numbers (funny they are so "poor" that they have 2 numbers. i highly recommend telling them that they ought NEVER EVER EVER post their begging comments like fucking jackasses on people websites:

be my guest. (the second number i got an answer at) - i recommend a *67 to block your number before dialing, not for nothing.

IP ADDRESS: 198.147.225.35 (in case anyone wants to ban/block them from their site)

this is the effing comment that was left - over and over and over and over.

I JULIE RAMSEY AND MY HUSBAND JAMES RAMSEY ARE ON A FIXED INCOME AND NEED MONEY NOW

I LIVE AT *** W ADAMS *** APT * EL CENTRO CA *****

SEND US THE MONEY WE NEED 75,000 WE'RE BOTH HANDICAPPED AND WE NEED TO BUY A HOUSE AND WE ALSO NEED GROCERYS BECAUSE THE MONEY WE GET ONLY COVER THE RENT BILLS AND THERE IS NOTHING LEFT

(yes, i've deleted their comments and they are being banned from viewing my site. jackasses.)

two voices were silenced this week.

fred flintstone's and tony the tiger's

*sniffle*

by the way... the roomba ROCKED! it has totally worked! i am not waiting for the dustba, the lawnba, the laundryba....

yes. i DID see the Woomba ad parody that SNL put on last week.... funny!

*grabbing my cell phone to make sure i bring it to work*

have phone in hand. made the 7:50am out of long branch. jon favreau and I had to run to the train as it pulled into the station.

I look like a drowned rat (dumb one wearing a skirt and sandals in torrential rain..)

I have this nagging feeling that I didn't turn off phooka's headlights, but, i didn't hear the "hey, what are ya' trying to kill me by leaving my lights on?" warning sound.

train just passed by monmouth racetrack... just saw the dawn patrol warming up the horses... always nice.

and with that, I am passing out...

::: plunked in on my treO:::

looks like paul's about to take up the Game ... i say we have a foursome if he's down the shore...

and by foursome i mean frigging golf, you gutterminded perverts.

jeezuz.

okay, so with all my whining about the commute, i suppose not being electrocuted whilst "doing yer thang" on the train is one of the plus sides of NJ Transit

[thanks, shumpy for sending this along!]

oh and by the way...

So I am on the 6:26pm to long branch. it was relatively quiet except for the crazy bleached blonde russian chick yapping into her phone for the past 45 minutes.

due to the power of the treo combined with people reading other people's business on the train, I took a more passive-aggressive approach to the situation and typed the following onto my phone (in normal-sized type):

SHUT THE FUCKING CELL PHONE OFF AND SHUT THE FUCK UP.

and then I held it in my hands as if I were looking at it... wasn't shoving it in svetlana's face.

anyway... after 30 seconds, I hear her in her broken english/russian say something about a cell phone... then she hung her's up and now 10 minutes later she's getting off at south amboy.

can't believe it worked.

::: plunked in on my treO:::

so i get this email in the middle of the night to accompany the erin "amber alert" comment the same fellow wrote in a previous post:

Where is the old Erin? you hardly ever used the f word before.

I don't know, is like that song - "there is something happening here (to you) - but what is, it isn't clear.

maybe there are too many close people to you, reading, and so you cant tell us. I don't know.

I love you Erin - please don't take what I'm saying the wrong way. I know, I should get my own site.

yes, i have used the "f word" recently...

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and then a few other times... but, eh, I really wouldn't lump me in with Eddie Murphy or Chris Rock yet, thanks... and don't waste your time trying to do some sort of psychological evaluation about the upswing of the usage of the "eff bomb"...

if you really want to "crack the code" read the frigging entries. they are mainly due to:

A) jackasses who've had idiotic comments/spam on my site
B) dealing with the train/s.o.b.'s on the train.

now, not for nothing, i really don't know what you expect when you say "where is the old Erin?"

and i've been telling you for a couple of years (guy who wrote this) yes, you should get your own site...

whoa... sure i thought that once blogebrity caught wind of me, i'd be slapped on the C, D, Q or Z-list....

i never thought B-list

(i hoped B-list, but didn't dare to assume)

wow! thank you blogebrity! hey and if you look directly to the left of my name, it's Zach Braff ... isn't there some sort of rule where if you are in the next column directly over from an A lister (who's from your home state), you have to mate with them?????

(if not, can we make it a rule??)

I wish that there was some sort of A and B list blog mixer

"what are you in for?"
"cop killin'. what about you?"
"banana flashin'."

• and because this reminds me that i have to make a dental appointment....

by the way, since i was being a blogwhore today, i may as well put it out there that my 35th birthday IS coming up on june 21st...

(if you send stuff now, you save on express shipping charges, folks...)

*ahem*

well, the influx of Bennys will be happening this weekend...

tonight's commute home will be chock full of "wheh you goin'? Leggett's or Osprey? D'Jai's or Bah A" talk.

on the train tonight, the beer will be flowing, the hair will be high, the nails will be long, the necks will be non-existant and the International Male wear will be packed in weekend bags in hopes of making an appearance on 18th ave beach...

Most of the riff-raff will be hightailing it off the train at Belmar... a few more scuttle off at Spring Lake (not so much with the I.M. thongs in those bags, more like ralph lauren, etc) and then we have manasquan and point pleasant being invaded as well as bay head...

what i am getting at.... eh... odds are, tonight's commute (and every friday following til mid-september) will be on the annoying side.

and so, dear friends, I leave for work, but not before posting this silly little joke that was sent to me this morning....

one more little blogho note:

What do you get when you take Technorati data and mix it together with Blogebrity list data? Way, way more data about your favorite blogs and bloggers than you could ever imagine. (yeah, took it verbatim from the blogebrity site)

blogcompare...

as of this morning, for some reason i am #75 on the top 500 list (coo-coo.)

am on the 7:08pm train. have I mentioned how fricking annoying bennys can be? especially when drunk, sweaty, whiny and rubbing up against you with their 864pound weekend bags??

have i?

::: plunked in on my treO:::

wikipedia actually has a blurb as to what a benny is, for those who don't have to deal with them...

Benny is a term used by residents of Jersey Shore towns for the tourists that visit each summer. They think that they hog parking spaces and take over sand space. The term Benny is used mainly in Monmouth County and Ocean County, in Atlantic County and Cape May County, the term shoobie is mainly used.

for me, BENNY is (as well as the above definition):

Bayonne
Elizabeth
Newark
New
York

okay, taking a gander at rocketboom.com tonight, i now have a new crush.... and it's on the lead guy "singing" *sigh* his name is Staff Sgt Roger Parr.

(yes... it's sad that i am watching it for the 4th time and trying to get a good glimpse of his left hand...)

*update* 5th time watching and actually pausing it - which i should've to begin with - yep, glint of metal on his bloody left hand... as if i was about to fly to iraq and try to woo him... good thing i saw that before booking a flight.

(article about the video here.)

wizbang has the original video that it's based on as well...

and yes, i know i am about a week behind in posting this, but whatever. he's got a nice round head. *sigh*

of course, if you want a little beach boys parody of Kokomo sung by norweigian soldiers in kosovo, you mayyyyy want to click here.

gotta get dressed so i can take my tanning salon to get washed and then drive around in it for a few hours.

no worries, i invested in SPF 8 - rather than the accelerator.

the bennys don't rise til at least 10am... so, starting shortly, they will be migrating towards every diner... especially Mariner's Cove (where they stay in line for hours) in Brielle.

yes they really DO have 200 types of omlettes (of course, I go for the groundhog or the three stooges one, it has potato pancakes.)

eh at the parker house. met a boy. we seemed to hit it off. then we were joking around showing IDs...

he said "you don't remember me do you?"

yeah nice that I dated him about 5 years ago and couldn't remember.

got some kissin' action though

::: plunked in on my treO:::

well, i can barely move. my back is somewhat askew and, oh, i dunno... broken. not to mention, BOTH of my heels have blisters the size of silver dollars. 3 of my toes are swelled up like sausages. my nose has a sunburn even though i had spf 8 on. and my shoulders and hips (besides my back) are all wonky. and i am pretty sure my arms are going to fall off in my sleep.

gonna go play golf again next weekend.

first time out this season... not bad. shot a 125 at spring meadow. not all that bad for my 5th time playing ever - 2nd time playing an actual 18 hole course for real (not tourney.)

i have decided the only thing that will help my feet when i play is if i wear GOLF SANDALS (erm. yeah, they're on the wishlist :) --- here they are on golfsmith, as well (different pair, but, i like!)

and here's a whole page of them!!!!!!

it was an absolutely gorgeous day out today! got phooka washed this morning. went out driving for a bit. played golf. drank a little. went out driving some more (it was only 2 beers, kids.... and i had a burger and fries, not exactly sideways whilst driving) then came home and collapsed on the couch.

tomorrow is BBQ day with the family.... going to go pass out now.

so on saturday night, my treo 600 crashed to the floor of the 7-eleven... ever since, i haven't been heard on any incoming or outgoing phonecalls...

the microphone is effed...

i called up verizon wireless, explained that the microphone is damaged and they ran a couple of tests, then said to me:

"where would you like the replacement treo sent to you?"

huh? replacement treo? you mean, you are giving me a new treo 600, no questions asked whatsoever?

yep. so, because it's memorial day - no mail - otherwise i'd be getting the phone tomorrow... instead, i will be getting it on wednesday - they're sending it to the office... am very excited...

so, barring any "replacement phone" charges that were never mentioned to me (nor have i incurred thus far --- but just preparing myself for something like that because this seems too good to be true) well, verizon wireless kicks ass

so, after re-reading my reeeeeally old rants from 2000, i now remember the guy that i ran into on saturday night...

if you scroll toward the bottom of this one, it will explain why i may have blocked him out...

but running into him this weekend, he'd said how he was now a teacher and coaches baseball, etc. etc. and then i said to myself on sunday, well, maybe he's straightened himself out... so i emailed him to say hey and that it was nice running into him...

to which i get this reply:

Hey Erin --Good to see you as well. Parker house was a good time--afterwards I went to Edgar's (20 minute line) --also fun. Then it unraveled... leaving Edgar's I was stopped by two cops on bikes, asked where I was going,said I didn't know then was told to hand over my license and after some "Is this still the United States of America?''-like banter did so--then got cuffed and stuffed (nightmare)--got out of the cop shop @5:30 but they took my keys until 1. Did about 18 laps on the Sea Girt boardwalk and slept? for about 3 hours on a bench(World-Class). Needless to say I'm willing to bet that you had (are having) a better day.
Work is pretty hectic but almost over. I have a court appearance on my last day of school courtesy of the Sea Girt Gestapo. Must get postponed! Other than that, life's a bowl of cherries.

dammit. guess i won't be replying to him. call me a snob, but i don't need to get involved with that type of crap again...

what the frig?

so, usually when i play golf or am at the range, i need to take my claddagh ring off... and i did so on sunday... put it in my pocket...

now, i've had that claddagh (which was given to me by my mom) since 1996... it actually was broken (on the back of the ring, it was split down the center) -- perhaps that's my bad luck in the romance dept.

anyway... sunday night i was taking stuff out of my pockets... 2 tees, one stroke counter a fiver and... and... no claddagh.

my ring is no more. it's somewhere between the 1st and 18th hole at spring meadow golf course (fitting since it used to be my family's course, but i digress)

just my plain old silver claddagh. wasn't fancy schmancy at all... and i'd only turned it facing inward twice...