There’s a surfeit of vanity plates on cars in Portland, Maine. Cade and I loved pointing them out to each other. This one was the most disturbing by far:
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Driven by one proud child molester
My kidneys could beat yours up
For the last two weekends, I’ve made cranberry sauce. I didn’t even know it involved real berries until last Thanksgiving, when I discovered cranberry sauce doesn’t naturally come in a cylindrical, gelatinous blob with indentations from the can.
Working stiff
I fell off the wagon last night and didn’t blog. Instead, I went out to dinner with Aaron, one of my good friends from back home and his entourage. All the other times I’ve had the pleasure of seeing Aaron and his boyfriend, Michael, in New York, I’ve been amazed at how much transpires between visits. Last night was no exception. I’m sad that I really had only a few hours to catch up, and most of the time I was completely out of it.
Unknowingly ripped off
More and more I have this “Holy shit, I’m a grown-up!” epiphany. I’ll be at the grocery store, shaking my head at the cost of a can of Campbell’s soup. Doing the whole, “I remember when it was…” and imagining a really small number that may or may not be an actual soup price that has existed in my lifetime. In case you’re wondering, the cheapest I’ve found Campbell’s soup in New York is $1.39. I could go off-brand and get it for $1.00, but I’d rather live poorly with brand name cachet, thank you.
De-feeted
Today one of my co-workers told a story about a creepy guy he grew up with in Queens. As a kid, the guy was constantly trying to see other kids’ feet by daring them to walk barefoot, yanking off their shoes, and so forth. In high school, he paid a girl to take pictures of her feet.
Try a little tenderness
Otis Redding’s live performance of “Try A Little Tenderness” is playing on Youtube. Cade is quiet; I don’t even know if he’s paying attention.
NaBloPoMo no-no
Today’s the start of NaBloPoMo. I’m trying to blog each day in November like I promised, but today’s particularly hairy. It’s so early in the project, too. Both my mom and Cade have birthdays on November 1, so I’ve been on the phone, taking care of presents, and making peanut butter cupcake frosting from an internet recipe. It was my first time to look something up and make it. I think it tastes great, but I could be biased.
I’d have kids just for the Halloween costumes
Nothing gets the ovaries aquiver like infant Halloween costumes. I
haven’t seen too many costumes today - just a Dr. Seuss-like woman on
the subway and some teenagers wearing underwear over fluorescent
leggings. I wasn’t sure if the former were dressed up or not. But
babies, with their big heads and agile limbs, don’t get to choose what
they wear. If you have a child or know someone who has a child, please
encourage them to go all out. Don’t dress your kid as another pumpkin.
Please.
Small secondhand world
Six months after deciding to organize and purge the apartment of things I don’t use, I sold a few items on ebay yesterday. The whole process amazes me. People from anywhere can browse and bid on other people’s stuff from anywhere. Once you win an auction, the stuff is mailed to you, and you never meet the original owner of whatever you bought. At the most, you get a return address, so I guess you know more about your item than you would if you got it from a thrift or resale shop. Nonetheless, there’s a lot of trust involved. How can anyone be sure my best friend didn’t die in those Paper Denim & Cloth jeans and decide to haunt them from deep within the stylish dark wash? Or that I didn’t kill my upstairs neighbor by stomping him to death in the wedge shoes, which easily wipe clean?
Will bend for Pilates
I tell my mom I bought a fitness center class card and have officially begun the quest for the pilates body.
