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little peach vintage

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my sister-in-law to be has started a darling blog, little peach vintage where she discusses vintage fashions and showcases some of the items that she has for sale at her etsy shop.  she scours new york for the best finds, and the pieces are great.  and as reassuring as it is to have a hairstylist with a great haircut, she’s a fashion finder with impeccable taste, one of the best dressed people i know.

so check it out, ya’ll.

you know what i love?

williamsburg hipster/hippie parents pushing their barefoot and high styled children around in $600 strollers.

mistakes

ever get a bowl of pasta in front of you that’s so big you think there’s no way i’m going to finish that? as you get near to the end you negotiate, “if i only eat a few more, i can leave those last few bites and it’ll be fine.” then eat every last bit and feel almost sick? and then five minutes later make yourself a deal, and only have “half” of another bowl full.

i’m there.

hubby and i agree

this pot smoking scandal makes michael phelps even that much more impressive.

tagged that…

so ridiculous chick tagged me (and yes, it’s as sexy as it sounds), so now it is my honor and duty to “pass the baton” onto six bloggers that i want to “tag” and “be friends with”, but first, i have to post the rules and then six random facts about me:

*The rules of The Six Random Things About Yourself:

1) Link to the person who tagged you. (check)

2) Post the rules on your blog. (check)

3) Write six random things about yourself. (below)

4) Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. (below that)

5) Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog. (will do, honest)

6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up. (will do)

six random things about me:

1.) i’m a bit paranoid and sometimes delusional. i find conspiracy all around me. i walk around new york imagining that any minute i’m going to find a hand or a foot just poking out behind a garbage can, like during the first few minute of a law and order episode. just like this tagging thing. anyone else notice how many sixes are involved here? there are three sets of six. six people tagged, six rules for tagging, and six things about me. 666? am i going to be dragged into a movie about the apocalypse? will my unborn twin i never knew died in utero try to use me to enter this realm from beyond the grave? just stuff i think about.

2.) i love manatees. for christmas my husband did the sweetest thing and adopted a manatee for me. her name is lorelei and she lives in homosassa springs.

3.) i’m addicted to guitar hero, notwithstanding the fact that i don’t know half the songs, i’m certainly getting carpal tunnel, and my contacts shrivel up like little stones right in my eyes from staring so intently at the screen.

4.) i have started eating a lot of salad, without lettuce. it’s awesome. i get all the mixed veggies without all that stupid ruffage. the waiter always asks, “no lettuce?” like maybe he’s crazy, and then after i say, “yes, no lettuce,” he looks at me like i’m crazy.

5.) as of this post, i haven’t left the house in three days and i don’t think I’m going anywhere until tomorrow (maybe).

so onto the tagging…the blogs i’ve tagged are my favorite blogs (less ridiculous chick, who tagged me here, and who i would tag back, but don’t want to start a vicious cycle).

blush & flax hues is my friend’s amazing blog about stuff she loves, and because she has excellent taste, everything there is awesome.

3:33 am is my hilarious friend’s blog about all the things she’s finds funny. just a week ago she spent a few days in vegas for the adult video awards. the photos are worth a thousand dildos.

design sponge is full of wonderful facts, images, hints, and inspiration. if you like looking at things, then this is the blog to look at.

[redacted] is one of the world’s best blogs, and that’s no hyperbole. seriously, i read everything he posts and he’s just hilarious.

mondo-nyc is an indie music blog that a friend of mine runs and another friend of mine contributes to. mondo is also a great indie music party. love them. go there and learn what music to steal.

so all of the above mentioned are amazing blogs. check them out, and let me know what you think. there are a couple of blogs that i would have mentioned here also, but they’re not really getting updated anymore, which is a shame. they can be found in my links to the right.

welcome to my new home

have a look around.  i’m not quite moved in yet.  i’ve still got some links to transfer, so don’t worry, i didn’t edit anyone out.  

i’ll be back soon with some amazing story of how i defied my own stupidity and lived to tell about it (hopefully), but for now, i’m decorating.

i hope you all like it and be ready, some of you are about to be tagged.

capitalizing

or trying anyway…

i’ve opened a cafe press site to try to do something with all these little designs i work so hard on.

you can check it out at http://www.cafepress.com/andebobandy.

so far i’ve only just uploaded a few of my holiday things, but i plan on putting a lot more stuff up.

and i apologize to all those family members that are wondering what the heck has been going on, because i’ve not been posting so much lately…i will try to be less boring and come up with some interesting (if not dangerous) stories to tell. but be careful what you wish for, you may end up in a staring role you didn’t expect.

more fun from the billing departments of our essential services

a monologue

hello, yes, hello. is this mrs. pace. it is? okay, well…this is sally, from con edison and i have a little bit of weird news. nothing to get too excited over, but it turns out, and i don’t know how this happened, it could have just been an accident or it could be your super’s fault, or maybe your fault, certainly not con ed’s, but apparently your apartment has been on the meter of your neighbor’s apartment for an indeterminate amount of time.

yes, we don’t know how long…no, no, it would be complicated to say without using computers, and the meters and the computers do really connect like that, you see…

yes, i know, it’s strange that you could make such a mistake, but you did, and as it turns out, since your meters are switched, you’ve been paying one another’s bills.
i know, i know, it’s unfortunate.

yes, he does live alone. no, he doesn’t leave his air conditioner on when he’s not at home so that when he returns it’s nice and cool, as a matter of fact he doesn’t use an air conditioner at all though the whole summer.

and no, he has no computer, no mini freezer, television, or microwave. no, he doesn’t use much electricity at all…from talking with him, i believe he could be amish.

yes, this does mean that your bill is probably much higher than his and will increase in the future, because, yes you do use 15-20 times as much electricity as the amish neighbor next door.

so what we’re gonna do here is send you a letter telling you this all again with no explanation of how, why, or when it happened, then we’ll credit your neighbor for the amount of his overpayment, which we can only estimate, so to screw him, we’re just gonna say it’s been going on for 6 months, and then yes, that’s correct, we’ll bill you for the difference, and to screw you, we’re going to look back though our records and charge you for the difference as we see it over the last 25 years. oh, you’ve only lived in the apartment for 9 years? i’m so sorry, but that really doesn’t matter.

so thanks a bunch and thank for choosing having no choice but to use con ed.
end scene.

sorely mistaken

recent days have shown that there are a few things i thought i was good at, which i am apparently not. please find below, the short list.

1. drinking – evident in a very late night, abrupt visit to a garbage can on the corner of 8th avenue and 14th street, like some commoner.
2. not getting pimples – self explanatory
3. basketball – defense, offense, etc…
4. entertaining myself without alcohol (see #1)
5. not burning my mouth on acid (see last post)

lessons learned

hubby makes fun of me all the time for being so smart and at the same time so dumb. i agree that my methods may seem a bit strange, but i don’t know if i would go so far as to say that i am dumb as much as i might agree that i occasionally have been known to do quite dumb things. i am a very hands on sort of person, i get things done, i’m a dooer. most times i think about what i am doing or what i should do, but sometimes i get caught up in the moment and just act.

like, i learned that it is possible to stop a dryer from squeaking by putting a little bit of oil into the area in the back that rotates the internal basket, but, and remember this, it has to be done before the dryer is turned on, or the aerosol (or whatever it is that they use in those cans now) will combust and cause a slight fire, and i also learned that day that it is possible for a dryer to be on fire internally, which makes it a bit more complicated to extinguish.

it is through this type of learning, i feel i have learned some of the most valuable and enduring lessons of my life. and it’s just a matter of fact that learning through failure often times means learning through danger and pain.

i think i get it from my dad, but i can’t be sure. my theory is that if you don’t know for a fact something is going to hurt you unless you touch it, then you have no choice but to touch it. right? otherwise you will never know and will possibly never learn how to solve the problem at hand or similar problems that might arise in the future. take for instance last night. i learned a very valuable lesson that every man, woman, and child that ever tries to fix a malfunctioning commercial dishwashers should know about what chemical cleaners one should and should not consider syphoning with their mouth.

i was under the impression that commercial dish washers used concentrated palmolive. i needed to find out if the tube was clogged, and my reasoning for syphoning it out was was that i would be able to see if the liquid came all the way through the tube and worst case scenario I would get a little soap in my mouth, and lets face it, if anyone has ever seen me watching a jets game, they know that a little soap in the mouth might just do me a little good.

well, as it turns out it isn’t you standard dish soap in that five gallon bucket, it’s not concentrated lemony antibacterial dawn, it’s more like acid. well, not more like acid, it is acid, and not the sort of hippie fun riding around in a vw bus acid, either, more the hydrochloric acid that burns away the food particles on plates kind of acid.
this discovery explained a lot to me about why all our tupperware at the bar is always hazy, and why we have to pre-rinse dishes for home use dishwashers, and why special companies are licensed to sell these detergent, and why it isn’t easy or normal to get one of those dishwashers installed in your home.

this discovery also concerns me quite a bit when it comes to my newly bloomed green streak, and yeah, i’m swept up like everyone else, it makes me feel good to at least try. like what happens to all this acid once it’s in the water? does it dissolve? is it so diluted that it isn’t noticeable? is it filtered out, or is it always in our drinking water like the trace amounts of pharmaceutical anti psychotics that we sip everyday?
so long story short, there are some sentences that you never imagine yourself saying, like when i told hubby what i had done, and my only consolation to him was, “well thank goodness all the hydrochloric acid went into my mouth, and didn’t splash me in the face or eyes,” even though i can’t imagine that it could hurt much more, it would be really unattractive. i’m sure that there were several patrons at the bar wondering what the wacky woman washing her mouth out with actual dawn dish detergent was doing, because i’m sure i looked like a nut, a very surprised and excited and in pain nut who’s lips were all but melting off.

well, lesson learned, i guess, and lucky for me mouths and tongues seem to heal rather quickly.

and p.s. i did, in the end, fix the dishwasher

and p.s.s. my mom used that dryer totally squeak free for another four years before it finally died.

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