May 2005

Two things

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First and foremost, I'm embarassed to ask this, but in all seriousness, would anyone want to go see Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with me sometime next week?

Second and leastmost (??), I'm headed out to watch Pat play softball with his team, Los Diablos. I couldn't care less about softball, but I'm trying to be a good wife. Wish me luck.

UPDATE: I had a great time watching Pat's softball game. (No lie.) Unfortunately, they got beat by some old dudes, but the good news is Pat looked hot out there. Check out this action pic I took of him pitching.

That's right, folks; Pat's the pitcher.


2005-05-28 18:25:40

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I have a new, sick obsession. It's Mindless fun + cute kittens = a happy Franny. I actually submitted a picture each of Maynard and Ruby. Unfortunately, Maynard's picture didn't even make the cut to be posted on the website. Frankly, I think it's unfair they didn't post her picture. There is clearly an issue of sizism here and I plan on contacting the NAAFA immediately. They did end up posting Ruby's picture, and unfortunately, she's not doing that well in the stats. Check it out here. I'm beginning to understand how some of those beauty pageant moms get so crazy. I want everyone to appreciate Ruby's cuteness, but apparently she's just not "cute enough" for the general public. What do you expect, though, when she's competing against these cats?

From now on, I only want Ruby to go up against these two cats:

Doesn't that bottom cat look strangely like a feline Mr. Burns? Excellent.


2005-05-22 15:22:55

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Hey fools. Here’s a little update for that ass.

This week was pretty much a blur. I did get a nice little vegetable garden going in our miniscule backyard. I’ve got a couple rounds of peas going, as well as tomatoes, cukes, and carrots. This is my first big project with veggies, so I’m hoping I can yield some product.

In honor of Pat not losing his job, the Doctors Thing threw him a party on Friday. We did some BBQing and catching up on recent events. Ryan and Makiko were in attendance. Considering they are getting married in only two weeks, I thought they were staying pretty calm.

The man of honor was looking pretty smart himself.

Saturday, we did some business around the house and then headed out to Phil and Becky’s, in Manlius. They moved into a new house fairly recently, and this was the first time we saw their new place. My big brother did quite well for himself. Their new house is great. Unfortunately, I’m a bonehead, so I didn’t take any pictures of the new place.

They cooked a lovely seafood stew inspired by Danny Wegman.

Now, we’re trying to savor what’s left of the weekend.


2005-05-20 11:14:06

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So, I was talking to some co-workers the other day about some of the crazy hair colors I used to have back in high school and college. For those of you who have only known me after 1998, you may have trouble believing I once had pink hair, given the fine upstanding citizen I am today.

All of these pictures are pretty awful.

Here is the first one of me with a semi-crazy hair color. This was either junior or senior year in high school. Okay, yellow is really not even semi-crazy, but I thought it was worth showing nonetheless.

Here was a real bad choice I made. Purple hair doesn't look very good with my coloring. What is that relic I'm typing on??

I really enjoyed my pink hair. Here is a picture of me from my senior prom.

Um, apparently I went through a pretty long phase where I wouldn't look at the camera. And I wanted to be Claire Danes so bad.

This red color was my all-time favorite. Note: I didn't normally go around wearing dresses with my bra hanging out. This was me and my peeps getting "nutty."

I also went through a couple more colors. Lots of shades of red and orange. I don't really have any good pictures of that. You get the point anyway.

I also went through various platinum phases. Here is the first time I went platinum (still a bit of an orange tinge). This picture was taken of me before I started drinking, which may explain why I'm at a party and I'm totally in my own little world. Also seen is my bf from college, Kensey.

Here is another platinum shot after I went short.

That pretty much sums up the tour of my hair from 1994-1998. Once I met Pat, I decided to go back to my natural color and grow it out because I was pretty sure I was going to marry him. Awwwwww.

Peace out, fools.


2005-05-19 19:12:35

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I made it through the down sizing, so I’ll have to save the bologna for another time. Now I will be busy as hell doing all the work that I have been slacking on over the last few weeks and all the work left behind by my freshly tapped former coworkers.


2005-05-18 11:02:22

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Well, well, well, The Man is at it again. I have a 10-minute meeting tomorrow to find out if I am getting laid off. That's just the way we roll in corporate America. There are about 150 people in my division and 55 just gots to go. I've known about this for a month, so I am pretty well prepared. I just need to figure out what smart remark to say if I get the axe.

So far my options are:

  1. "This is bologna." I will then pull a bologna sandwich out of my pocket and eat it without saying a word for the last 9 minutes of the meeting. This comment and bologna indulgence will be accompanied with a very serious look on my face.
  2. I could try the old Jedi mind trick. "Actually, no, I'm not fired; you're fired." This creates great confusion and has saved many jobs in the past.

Does anyone have any other ideas?


I hate you, Bill Sonoma

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When Pat and I registered for our wedding, we registered at Willams-Sonoma, at my dad’s request. I have a bit of a conflict of interest with that store. While I do thoroughly enjoy the products from there, I think it’s pretty ridiculous how overpriced things are there. I’m not going to lie to you; I’m like the Frugal Gourmet, of stuff, which makes me…just plain frugal. So anyway, when we registered there, I had my eye on these super cute juice glasses with roosters on them. No one got them for our wedding, so I used money we got from gift certificates to buy them. We also registered for juice glasses from Target, which we did receive as a gift. I would just like to mention that none of the six Target glasses have broken, but two of the six Williams-Sonoma glasses have broken. Admittedly, the W-S glasses do get a little more action, but still. If I recall, the Target glasses were under $10 and the W-S glasses were $26.

It’s official: I hate Bill Sonoma. Here's a picture of a guy named Bill that I want to use to illustrate my hatred.

Don’t get me wrong though. I will still gladly accept gifts from there. Heh.

Over and out.


Can’t Stop A-Rockin’

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This past Friday, Pat, Cima, and I went to a karaoke party hosted by Marcel and Peter. The three of us were all kind of on the fence about it before we got there, but as soon as we arrived, we had no doubt in our minds that it was going to be an excellent evening. Marcel and Peter went all out – they had some decent equipment (the best you can get for $40 off of ebay) and a killer song selection. The highlight of the night was definitely when the entire group of us sang Bohemian Rhapsody together. I knew I had been practicing that song daily, in my car, for the last 10 years for a reason! Most of you don’t know this, but my dream involves performing live on stage in some capacity (playing piano at my high school talent show doesn’t count!) Of course, I possess “the look,” but my pipes aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. This allowed me to at least work out some of that fantasy. Okay, maybe not, but it sure was fun, and I sang so loud, and I can’t wait to do it again!

Saturday, Pat had softball practice. I’m still a little bitter about that. In case you didn’t know, Pat’s volleyball league is wrapping up soon, but the softball team is just starting. All I know is, when I met Pat, he was as lazy (if not lazier) than I am. Now he’s all active and whatnot. I told him I’m very disappointed in him. He also told me he didn’t like sports. When I called him on that, he told me he always liked to play sports, he just didn’t like watching sports. Okay, that’s fine, but still. Yeesh. I wasn’t aware I was marrying a jock. I digress. Saturday night, we had a little BBQ over at el rancho. Bryan, Rebecca, Amy, Chris, and the Things came over. We had some lovely grilled meats and veggies, as well as some tasty margaritas.

Sunday, we headed over to my parent’s house to celebrate Mother’s Day. My brother and I cooked a lovely meal for our dear mom. My brother was supposed to bring salad but he forgot to. I guess we know who mom loves best. (Hint: It’s me.) We had a lot of fun over there, as usual. One fun thing is that my parents recently went to Ohio to get a bunch of stuff from my grandparent’s house. My grandma had put together albums of a bunch of snapshots and various drawings and stuff we did for my brother and me. We had a great time looking through that stuff and guffawing over the hair and clothing hits and misses (mostly misses). I was amazed at how much my grandma kept of my stuff. It was really neat to see it all again.

I took another recent trip down memory lane. My 10-year high school reunion is coming up this year, and Pat and I have been put in charge of the reunion website. So far, we’re pretty proud of it. When I was home, I grabbed a box of stuff that had my old yearbooks and some other things in it. I spent a few hours Sunday night going through all of that. It was so fun and sad to go through it all. I can’t believe how many awesome people I’ve lost touch with. I’m hoping I can rekindle some friendships at the reunion. If you’re interested in checking out our (mostly Pat’s) handiwork, you can go to Please don’t be a jerk and post anything on the site. I will find out who did it and make you pay in blood.



The Rumors of My Resignation Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

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All right, all right. Stop sending the hate mail. I never really went that far away. I’ll fill you in on every tremendously exciting aspect of the last few weeks of my life in due time. For now, here are a couple of tidbits.

A couple of weeks ago, some co-workers and I went to a restaurant, called Cheeburger Cheeburger, located in the fast ferry terminal. They have a one-pound burger on the menu, and if you finish it, you get your picture on the wall of fame. Let’s just say that Pistol Pat Reed walked in with the intention of having a nice lunch and walked out a champion. And it was so damn easy, too. I probably could have eaten a two-pound burger, a basket of fries, and a banana shake, but that doesn’t get your picture on the wall any quicker. They have a special section on the wall of fame for repeat offenders. Look for me there soon. Fran tried to break my spirit by telling me that I am disgusting, but you can’t break the spirit of a true champion. I’m sure that Flo-Jo, Lance Armstrong, and Jesse Owens had to put up with similar shit. Here’s the picture they put up.

This past weekend, Fran and I went to Boston for a long overdue visit to Taryn and Todd's. They are moving to Skaneateles next month, so the pressure was on to make it out there before their move. We were originally going to drive, but we got a really good last-minute deal from USAir. Every Wednesday, they send out the weekend deals, and after five years of shitty offers, I hit the transportation jackpot. We arrived in Boston around 9:00 am on Saturday. We spent the entire day walking around the city. In the evening, we hit a few bars.

On Sunday, Todd and Taryn took us to some salty dog, touristy fishing community about 40 minutes north of Boston. We spent a couple of hours sightseeing and eating Chowda. We had lunch at Woodman’s of Essex, which is home of the fried clam. T&T were very excited to introduce us to the birthplace of the fried clam, but in all honesty, they tasted the same as every fried clam I ever had in my life. Speaking of clams, Todd’s band, Clampede, had a gig at a bar called the Middle East. Todd claims that this was the first Clampede gig that he has played with actual clams in his belly. It paid off. They put on a great show. Fran and I were very excited that we got the opportunity to see them.

We returned to the 'Chester Monday afternoon, happy to be home and relieved that we didn’t have to partake in a seven-hour drive.


2005-05-02 17:24:45

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Here's a little teaser of our weekend.

More to come.