Month: January 2003

Just to blow Jack’s mind a little more this afternoon (hey! It’s Monday!) here’s another post about his post about my post about his post. Got that? It’s accurate.

No hits yet on extreme baking or Legolas in a thong. But at least I’m not going to get hits for “Ernest Borgnine in a tutu” the way Jack will, because…oh, wait! Damn. Alright, let’s settle this at 20 paces. In exactly one week, I will Google that phrase to see which of us ranks higher on the page.

I don’t want to post a whiny rant today, so I’ll talk about coats for a moment. I have several. My favorite is the jean jacket I got at a warehouse sale for $10. Can’t beat that with a big stick. I have a windbreaker from the same sale, same price, but it’s actually a little too big for me. Damned men and their lack of hips. I wanted a $10 windbreaker, though and I got it. My winter coat is from LLBean and it’s the toastiest thing I’ve ever owned. I’ve almost got the whole zipper thing worked out (there’s a slight flaw with the zipper but I didn’t want to give up the coat to exchange it, so I am just learning to live with the zipper needed a bit of extra attention.)

For looking good, dahling, I have a long wool coat that needs a button sewn on it. I think I’ll add that to this week’s to-do list. Or next week’s. Oh, and I also have the long wool coat I got when I was pregnant with Junior. It’s actually a big wool cape-like coat, and it has a faux leopard collar. I love this coat, it’s just wonderful, but it’s like 2 sizes too big because I bought it when I was about 34 weeks pregnant so that I could leave the house once in a while. It fit pregnant me, not current me. And because of the style, it’s too flowy and I’ll get all cold and stuff if I wear it now.

I’m sad about it, because it cost a small fortune (have you ever priced women’s coats?) at the time, and I DO love it. But not enough to gain all that weight back.

Why am I coughing all of a sudden? Why do I have a tickle in my throat that makes me want to swallow my new toilet scrub brush to scratch it into oblivion? Why? WHY?

This had better just be one of those things that you have for like an hour and then you never have it again. Ever.

I probably caught it from that other Jodi’s site (please people, note the spelling on that). She was sick all last week, and even had a reader create a picture of her drowning in NyQuil. Why don’t my readers ever do that? And as a pre-emptive strike, I don’t want an image of me swallowing a toilet brush, okay?

My, but it looks like a busy day ahead of us here in Big DumpTruck land. I assume many of you are Boston bloggers? No? Well, welcome anyway. I’ve made some cranberry bread (from the box mix, silly) and we’ll pop some corn later.

Oh, and we’ll go beat the living tar out of the manager at Linens and Things because they sold me a humidifier that had already been used, and in fact didn’t even have the manual or the little humidity-checker thingy that you supposedly got free with purchase. Am I angry? Oooooooooh, you don’t want to know.

And representing the west coast (okay, I know there are more of you out there, but I’ve known this guy for about 11 years now) Tim lists his top search engine links to his site. I do this periodically, but mine aren’t this good. I can only hope the prior thong entry gets me more hits than the ever-popular “World’s Biggest Tumor”. The past few months were a little sedate around here. I think I should start throwing in odd words here and there. Like Extreme Baking. Someone might be looking for that. Anyway, check out his list. Way more disturbing than mine, but maybe he talks about more interesting things than Why I Don’t Want to Commute Further East than Waltham. (Which hasn’t been a subject yet, but watch this space)