World Airways Commercial from 1985 starring George Burns

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Wednesday, September 28, 2005


Ross is Garlic King!  Posted by Picasa

Mr and Mrs Garlic sitting in their sets of honor at the garlic festival Posted by Picasa

What is that big mousie doing. And why does Ross look so blah? Is he scared of the mousie? Posted by Picasa

Signs adorning a garlic vinegar stand at the Garlic festival in Saugherties NY. Posted by Picasa

Garlic Girl has a hat for every occasion. Truly a fashion savant. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, September 25, 2005


Do Not Strangle The Nuns! I so stole this from http://snap-o-mania.com/ check it out! It's a lovely sight. But I'm rather biased as I am bound to love anything to do with nuns. Odd obsession I know. But everybody needs one, right? Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Crazy stories from Los Angeles

Well, friends...Sit back and let me tell you this months crazy story from LA. It involves a beautiful young flight attendant on the eve of her return to work after an amazing three day santa monica layover. After three days of perfect relaxation and shopping therapy I must say that she did look pretty fine with her bouncy hair and well rested skin. But maybe, just maybe, this attention to detail was the seed of her decline. Because, gentle reader, this is a story of woe. Woe I Tell you!

Sorry about that. Jet lag can really kill a girl! But on with the story...

Okay, I am waiting in a random hotel lobby for some tom, dick or Marvin to show up in a van and whisk me away on the 1.5 hr journey from Santa Monica to Riverside so I can start work. I am joining a crew so the rest of those crazies I am to fly with are already in Riverside.

UP pulls Marvin (I like Marvin better than Tom or Dick, don"T you?) to the front door to load my bags into the van. And upon spotting me he calls out loudly across a foyer "Is that your real color? Or you got some fake tan on." As far as I know this is not the standard greeting but maybe I missed that memo. I just get in and buckle up.

As the van pulls away from the hotel I immediately call my boyfriend, as I am soon to leave the country for a week or more and something about that makes him a little squirrelly sometimes. It serves a dual purpose as I am trying out a new thing out on him. The technique consists of annoying him so much on the phone that he will come to view my leaving as a reprieve rather than an annoyance. Very mature, I know. You should try it. It's almost Pavlovian.

After about a half hour of this Marvin (remember that van driver) starts to cackle oddly and suddenly shouts out "Do you ever get scared alone in vans with strange drivers? I bet that you don't even know where you are. I could bring you anywhere and you couldn't stop me." He punctuates this with more cackling and an audible fart. This is where I say good night to Ross as I a want to have my phone free to dial 911.

He right. I never checked his ID. I don't know the plate number and I have no idea where the hell I am. This Sucks!

This is where traffic clears up a bit and Marvin turns into a speed racer. He driving approximately 3000 miles an hour and dodging around semis and other motorists with a meth like fearlessness that is altogether far too frightening. He obviously senses my fear as he calls out "Don't be scared! I drive like this all the time and I ain't gotten a moving violation yet. And I ain't gettin one today!"

At this I immediately start to wonder to what lengths he would go to avoid getting that elusive moving violation. Does this freak show have a gun under his seat? This is LA.

I'm pretty sure that I am going to die, in any event. He is either going to kill me with his driving or cut me up into little pieces and feed me to his dogs.

Surprisingly enough I did finally arrive at my intended location in one piece (versus the many I had feared). And so I am here to tell you the crazy LA story of the month.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

insane ross quote of the week

On my arrival into LAX from Japan a few days ago I called Ross. In the hotel van. What can I say, I was eager. My lovely boyfriend is getting fat. So am I. He said it. I hollered. In his defense, he said that his implying that I am too heavy to lift was more a statement about his out of shape physique then the size of my ass, but we all know how I heard it. I pissed and moaned a bit and finally told Ross that he had to buy me a present to make up for having been such an ass. He refused. I told him to make me one then. I'm not so picky. I just love presents. To which he responded:

"The only thing I'm making is carbon dioxide and poop!"

And this, my friends has been an 'insane Ross quote of the week'

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

When Soju Attacks

Ugh!!!! I am so hungover I could die. Soju has given me a frightful wakeup. For those who don`t know of it it`s a Korean unregulated grain liquor that mixes pleasantly with whatever you put in it. But sweet mother of God! It hurts the next day. Wish me well at work, kids. If you see me on an airplane take pity.

drunk in korea

I am drunk in korea. I love Soju. Only in Korea can you order a drink that comes with koolaid and it be considered normal. I love koolaid. Not really. Only if it comes with Soju. I love it even more if it is a shot and it glows green under a blacklight. Only in Korea.