tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79232405828604440042024-03-13T20:39:02.311-04:00So I saw on the subway today...Stories that may or may not have originated from the subway.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.comBlogger177125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-23193386581400145092009-05-31T21:06:00.001-04:002009-05-31T21:07:33.818-04:00Poopin' makes you happy.Have you ever noticed how excited the folks are that are featured in laxative commercials? I just saw a t.v. ad for Dulcolax, and man - those people are shitting sunshine!Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-989291083417628022009-03-24T20:39:00.005-04:002009-03-24T21:08:50.098-04:00When graffiti gets personal.While I was walking to meet my good friend Bradley for cookies and/or biscotti and a nice cup of coffee, I ran into this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRXlZc2Zsd4X_OFsFqx2FoYAJEUW2vl781mYuDDGrx4wq33XADHKn07cdOQhrF67_j-uQkG_xjdy8-Sb0ftMuASFo4sKnAHzCeVQJpiXo2rNIresPJ6NPkgbde2Ww30pKJw0Bt7dtnuk/s1600-h/Backfat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRXlZc2Zsd4X_OFsFqx2FoYAJEUW2vl781mYuDDGrx4wq33XADHKn07cdOQhrF67_j-uQkG_xjdy8-Sb0ftMuASFo4sKnAHzCeVQJpiXo2rNIresPJ6NPkgbde2Ww30pKJw0Bt7dtnuk/s320/Backfat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316919261276175410" /></a><br />Back fat. That's right folks. My biggest fear is now scribbled onto a wall near my apartment, forcing me to stare this devil in the eye several times a week.<br /><br />Now, I can't tell what the second word is. I've been told that it's "hot." I'm not convinced. I think it says "Hof," which could be a reference to David Hasselhoff, which makes me think that the wordsmith responsible for this this piece of work is calling back fat crazy. Let me explain.<br /><br />In the Spanish language, I believe that most of the time the adjective comes after the noun. I'm not certain on this, but let's just pretend I'm right for the sake of this blog post. So, I take it that this graffiti artists is using David Hasselhoff, who is obviously crazy as an adjective. So, we end up with Back fat Hof, which translates to,"Man, back fat is crazy!" I couldn't agree more.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-16918798588949763182009-02-02T18:08:00.004-05:002009-02-02T18:12:24.333-05:00Impressive marketing idea...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-I_ABur7St3m31FUnX3K0qfehZfUyBBMt0SUmS97ezkTzpnRzt9F6SXPZZcdoiabOxW1GIHRT0w8qxt7FAEYfq4JX4KS3xgM2jIAdjJa0yvMFYafSt2Uzp0s2YN2wiYwaE-4IuaYtL8c/s1600-h/new+chocolate+bar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-I_ABur7St3m31FUnX3K0qfehZfUyBBMt0SUmS97ezkTzpnRzt9F6SXPZZcdoiabOxW1GIHRT0w8qxt7FAEYfq4JX4KS3xgM2jIAdjJa0yvMFYafSt2Uzp0s2YN2wiYwaE-4IuaYtL8c/s200/new+chocolate+bar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298341786830325106" /></a><br />I got this in my inbox today and thought it was a pretty clever way to market the New Museum in New York. I haven't visited there yet, so for anyone looking to be my Valentine, this is a step in the right direction:)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">New Chocolate Bar Gift Membership<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Looking for the perfect holiday gift? Give the New Chocolate Bar, the New Museum’s unique Gift Membership!</span><br /><br />Recipients unwrap this delectable peppermint-chocolate bar to find a New Museum Membership voucher.<br /><br />Five chocolate bars contain a FREE Premium Membership (a $1,000 value), which have been inserted at random. You could be a lucky winner!</span>Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-79467526799210586952009-02-02T13:29:00.004-05:002009-02-02T13:31:03.493-05:00For the foodies out there...I spent a good deal of Friday talking to a friend about culinary school, which reminded me of a terrific blog that a friend of a friend writes. It's called Consuming Lilly - http://www.consuminglilly.com/. For some of the absolute best foodie blogging, you have to check this out.<br /><br />Plus, the latest post is about Paula D!Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-30309966167668626072009-02-02T13:27:00.002-05:002009-02-02T13:29:17.908-05:00Monday's Best HeadlineFrom the New York Times: "For Weiner, Politics Not Enough of a Contact Sport"<br /><br />Best. Headline. Ever.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-10168347771482107972009-01-22T14:05:00.002-05:002009-01-22T14:08:31.834-05:00Sweden, you know how to make my day.You know what's better than toilet paper embossed with a heart-shaped design? The names of places in Sweden. I like to see where readers of this blog are coming from, and apparently the folks of Karlskoga and Norrkping are fans. <br /><br />This reminds me of the absolute euphoria I feel whenever I walk into an Ikea on a non-busy day. Speaking of, anyone want to take a field trip out to the Red Hook Ikea for some Swedish meatballs? The chicken strips are to die for too!Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-29420024237403737382009-01-22T13:55:00.004-05:002009-01-23T20:35:53.333-05:00I didn't know pants had gone out of style.Apparently, sometime between Monday and today, pants have become optional for women in this city - skirts too, for that matter. Really, anything that covers up the body from the waist down with the exception of a leotard has become a "maybe" instead of a definite.<br /><br />In the past week, I've seen two women walking around with what could essentially be described as leggings and underwear. I don't understand - aren't they cold? Don't they realize that the word "leotard" has the "tard" in it for a reason? I've tried to capture images on my camera phone, but they never turn out. I'll try harder next time.<br /><br />The conclusion: Either there has been a rapid influx of New York City women enrolled in dance classes since the new year started, or the sale of mirrors in the tri-state area has fallen drastically.<br /><br />P.S. To all the Brits out there that read this blog, some clarification: When I say "pants," I mean "trousers." I know how you people work with your "pants" and the horrible meaning the phrase "fanny pack" takes on when you say it. Speaking of fanny packs and fashion, when are we going to bring that trend back?Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-44212198267871144032009-01-21T09:37:00.003-05:002009-01-21T09:39:21.612-05:00Awww...thanks toilet paper.It's funny how something as simple as a heart pattern on the office toilet paper can make you feel a bit more optimistic about the day.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-54021952257179867312009-01-15T13:16:00.005-05:002009-01-15T13:26:22.669-05:00Peeps!I'd be lying if most mornings I didn't look in the mirror prior to my walk into work and think "Damn, I look good." I think most people do. Well, except for maybe the blind, but I'm sure even they have some sort of adapted way of knowing whether they have made a fashion faux pas. And if I can recall correctly, I've never seen a blind person horribly dressed. <br /><br />I think what constitutes a fashion mistake is relative. Everyone has his/her own tastes. So when a woman on the street is wearing a hat that closely resembles the result of a marshamellow Peep, the beloved Easter candy, and a Muppet having a baby, I for one hold her up as a national hero. That purple and pink fur hat speaks loudly, and you know what it's saying? Well, I'll tell you. That giant furry Peep is shouting "Get outta my way! I'm on my way to the top!" <br /><br />God bless you lady on Fifth Avenue and 19th Street. Your Muppet/Peep hybrid fashion choice just made my entire week.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-68965760255759115522009-01-14T20:19:00.002-05:002009-01-14T20:22:19.041-05:00Follow me!In probably one of the few times I'll encourage potential stalkers, I want to ask all of you loyal readers to start "following" my blog. Add me to your RSS feed, favorite me on Technorati, etc. I'm trying to gauge how many are actually fans versus those who happen to stumble upon my page while do Google image searches for dentures or Little House on the Prairie trivia.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-71040740553066510562009-01-14T20:14:00.002-05:002009-01-14T20:18:51.647-05:00Everbody is excited about the inauguration.On my way home from work today, I stopped to look at a window display and happened to ovehear a conversation two homeless men were having. As I looked over, I noticed one of the men had what can only be described as a giant cardboard "help me I'm homeless" rolodex of signs. He was trying to choose which one fit his mood for the evening when he said to his friend,"Do you think I should make a special inauguration themed one?" Freaking. Awesome.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-58768561348740119672009-01-14T09:32:00.005-05:002009-01-14T09:35:07.992-05:00Working out.While lifting a 3.5 pound slab of meat into a crock pot this morning, I pulled a muscle in my shoulder. I wish I was kidding. <br /><br />2009: The year I was defeated by a beef product.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-62301265679751328052009-01-13T23:46:00.005-05:002009-01-14T17:13:50.904-05:00It's still safe to watch the Biggest Loser...It's still safe to watch the Biggest Loser because the new season just started and all the contestants are still fatter than me.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-86498184300447637112009-01-13T23:32:00.004-05:002009-01-13T23:44:15.067-05:00I bet Hitler never had a birthday cake either.While watching the 11 o'clock news this evening, I learned about a family who named their two kids the following:<br /><br />JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell and Adolph Hitler Campbell <br /><br />Seriously? The father said he was shocked about the reaction to his son's name and denied being a racist. Seriously? He said him and his wife chose "Adolph Hitler" as the boy's name because "no one else would have the same name." Great logic Pops. Your son would only share his name WITH ONE OF THE MOST EVIL PEOPLE TO EVER LIVE. That's waaaaaaay better than being one of three Brian's or Matthew's in his homeroom class. <br /><br />Apparently, a local grocery store refused to write the child's name on a birthday cake his parents had ordered. I can only imagine the bakery person on duty when that phone order came in. Talk about a shitty day at work. The grocery stood by their decision and refused to decorate the cake with the child's name, but eventually a local Wal-Mart granted the parents' requests. Do we really need any more proof that Wal-Mart is the true axis of evil? I know this theory might be premature, but I'm willing to out on a limb and say if Wal-Mart had been around in 1939 Germany, another Adolph H. would have been getting his discounted birthday cakes there as well...SHOP LOCAL! DON'T LET WAL-MART DESTROY YOUR COMMUNITY!<br /><br />Well, you can call me a racist if you want, but on behalf of all white people, I'm banning this guy from checking the little Caucasian box on any form where you're asked to denote your race. Taking one look at him, I'm guessing he could be a distant relative to Gollum from Lord of the Rings, so that mutant breed can have him.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-22031918696761243732009-01-13T22:32:00.007-05:002009-01-13T23:29:37.371-05:00Joe Camel - STOP INVADING MY LIFE!<a href="http://cache.idolator.com/assets/resources/2007/11/joecamel.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://cache.idolator.com/assets/resources/2007/11/joecamel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />When I was a kid growing up in Oklahoma City, I distinctly remember a Camel Cigarette billboard that was strategically positioned on the Northwest Expressway in Oklahoma City. I say "strategically positioned" because the N.W. Expressway is one busy mother of a street. Thousands of people must have seen that billboard every day, so I'm sure generations of smokers were born on that stretch of road every day. <br /><br />The billboard always featured the infamous Joe Camel. He lived quite a glamorous life, at least according to this advertsing medium. Joe was always wearing a nifty Miami Vice inspired suit, the collar suspiciously flared. He seemed to be a man...err..camel...of pleasure. You could always find Joe sitting on the beach, shooting some pool, driving in his convertible. And he was unbelievably muscular. I think Joe may have taken steroids because I've never seen a smoker with such a hot body. And Joe was a SMOKER. Everything he did involved a cigarette. <br /><br />Maybe he was European - those people are always lighting up. I'm pretty certain they smoke in their sleep. Don't worry Europeans - If I knew smoking wouldn't eventually kill me, I'd do it too. I love smoking.<br /><br />The details are hazy, but the Joe Camel billboard disappeared sometime between when I was in elementary school and when I started high school. However, it wasn't until my tenth grade year that I remember telling me that Joe Camel was always controversial because of his face. Call me naive, but I still didn't understand. <br /><br />"Mary Ann, his face looks like a cock and balls."<br /><br />Still, nothing. This shows how innocent I was in 1998. Cock and balls? Huh? Then someone made it more clear.<br /><br />"Mary Ann, his face looks like a weiner." <br /><br />Side note: Showing that I haven't matured much since my sophomore year of high school, I still laugh when I see the word weiner.<br /><br />After I heard about the Joe Camel's Face looks Like a Weiner Phenomenon of '98, I went in search of a photo to verify this claim. I recalled what Joe Camel looked like, but as a small child seeing his billboard, I never said,"Hey mommy - check out the dong on that giant billboard!" He looked like a camel, or at least what a child born and raised in Oklahoma THOUGHT a camel looked like. I'm sure at some point I drew a parallel between the fact that both Joe Camel and my Granny had the same hobby (smoking, not picking up chicks like Joe seemed to do). Other than that, I don't remember my imagination going any further. Besides, I don't think most young girls know what a grown man's sexual organs look like, and why would I ever compare a camel's face to a prick? I thought he was ugly, so obviously my opinions on a man's crotch haven't changed much since I was kid. Is there anything more awkward than a naked man, especially when they walk around the nude? Ladies, am I wrong? It's weird!<br /><br />Not to date myself, but I can't remember if Joe Camel was still being used in cigarette ads back then, so I can't recall if I went online (the Internet wasn't that bad ass back then) or where exactly my investigative research led me. However, I do remember finding a picture of Joe Camel and thinking,"That's what a penis looks like?" You see, I was a good kid. No loss of virginity in high school for me. I was convinced that the world at large was essentially made up of perverts and that Joe the Camel was just that: a camel. Not a sexual innuendo. <br /><br />Until last week. I was randomly perusing the Internet and I somehow came upon an illustration of Joe Camel. My first thought was that Joe probably wouldn't still look like after a lifetime of smoking. But almost immediately after I began to think about how Joe's camel hump now being a horrible tumor, like a flash of lightning I saw his face. My god! It does look a ping pong (that's the nice way to say "penis")! Almost 20 years after first seeing a Joe Camel billboard did I finally see what everyone else in the world has been talking about since at least the 1980s. <br /><br />I didn't think much of this besides the fact that I don't look at cartoon images of animals and equate them to human beings' privates, at least until today. While walking home from work this evening, I saw a woman wearing a pair of work out pants and was suffering from a case of the camel toe (a topic which warrants an entire blog itself). Initially I thought that it was unfortunate that this woman was falling victim to such a major fashion faux pas, but I did not hesitate to think that Joe Camel would like to meet his match. <br /><br />I'm the grossest person in the world. Nice to meet you!Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-74513609038713226352009-01-13T22:23:00.002-05:002009-01-13T22:32:08.729-05:00Hey 2009. Pleasure to meet you.One of my 2009 resolutions is to blog more. Well, write more in general. Actually, I don't make resolutions so those two previous sentences are kind of bullshit. But I did decide about a week ago to write more. Decisions are made all year round. Resolutions are made in that tiny time frame between the last week of December and the first week of January. So yeah, decisions. I'm making 'em.<br /><br />Considering on an average day I typically think about at least two blog entries I could post, expect a lot more. Sorry for being a lame-o poster my dear readers. I'm making a promise to improve.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-58411159569763715912008-12-05T14:41:00.004-05:002008-12-05T15:08:24.778-05:00Reality check.I don't like to post about most personal stuff. I don't see this blog as an online diary, but today, I found out some news that I feel like I need to write about. But I'm going to keep names a secret.<br /><br />Less than two months ago, I participated in the American Cancer Society's Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk. At the event, there were lots of women wearing shirts with the names of loved ones printed or written on them, and at one point, I was asked to wear a sticker and had to fill in the blank after "I'm doing this for..." I didn't know what to write. I didn't know anyone who had breast cancer. As far as I knew, none of my close friends had a mother who had gone through the ordeal. The women in my family are fine. I remember thinking,"Ehh...I don't know who I'm doing this for. I'll just write 'All Women'." The sad part is that it never crossed my mind to feel FORTUNATE that I didn't have anything to write in that blank space, the way I nonchalantly decided on 'All Women.'<br /><br />Today, I have a name to put in that blank. <br /><br />This morning, I found out that someone I am friends with and at one point in my life, was a mentor, has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Ever since I found out, I've been sitting at work, staring at my computer screen, unable to think about anything except repeating the word "cancer" over and over again in my head. My first thought was "Why her? Why now? This isn't fair." <br /><br />My second thought was fear. She isn't that much older than me. If it can happen to her, it can happen to me. This is the first time something like breast cancer has hit so close to home, and I'm not dealing with it very well. It's kind of funny. I've been reading the blog she started about battling her cancer and she's generally upbeat and has maintained her sense of humor through the whole situation. And here I am - on the other side of the country and a complete wreck because I can't do anything to help. <br /><br />As cliche as it sounds, I've had the biggest reality check of my life today. In a matter of seconds, every perception I had about being a woman changed. Cancer happens. It can happen to anyone. It can happen at any time. <br /><br />The one thought I find solace in is that I know this friend is strong. In fact, she's probably one of the strongest people I know. She doesn't take shit from anyone, so this cancer better watch its back. She'll kick its ass before it even knows what happened. Ninja style.<br /><br />Good vibes and prayers are being sent to California. Great big, ginormous panda-infused vibes...Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-82076082513656030022008-11-17T10:46:00.006-05:002008-11-17T11:04:56.304-05:00Thank you Dunkin Donuts for making me look stupid.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A1349/13490/300_13490.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 283px;" src="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A1349/13490/300_13490.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I realized last night that for the majority of my adult life, I have misspelled the word "doughnuts." How could someone with a college degree in English misspell such a common word, you may ask. Well, here is a little secret: I only made it to the school spelling bee once in elementary school (5th grade), and I was kicked out in the first round. I don't even remember the word that got me disqualified, but I think that was the complete shock and mortification that sunk after realizing I hadn't even made it to Round #2: Verbs.<br /><br />However, I now believe there is another culprit at large. When you break down in scientific terms exactly what constitutes a doughnut, you have some dough that is in the shape of a nut. Why not put the two together for fun?! But in 1950, William Rosenberg decided to unleash the ultimate mind fuck when he named his store Dunkin Donuts. Why he chose this spelling, I don't know. His first store's name was The Open Kettle, so I would assume if spelling wasn't his forte, he would have chosen Thee Opin Kettel. I can only guess that Rosenberg thought that Dunkin Donuts sounded catchy, and maybe he wanted to save on typewriter ink - donut is arguably shorter than doughnut. He obviously wanted to take the "ugh" out of ordering ink cartridges for his machine. Well, "ugh" is the noise I made when I realized how often I misspelled doughnut. Thanks Mr. Rosenberg. Your thriftiness has made me look like a dumb ass.<br /><br />I can only guess that my early adoption of Dunkin Donuts' doughnut holes as a staple in my diet led to me believe that doughnuts was actually donut. Most people would believe that letting your six year old eat at least a dozen doughnut holes isn't a good idea, but it was the 1980s and EVERYBODY was eating doughnut holes. Ahhh...the Reagan years: A time where kids weren't fat, regardless of the fact that they ate McDonald's breakfast meals and Dunkin Donuts doughnut holes. Those were good times.<br /><br />So Mr. Rosenberg, I'm telling you today that I might still have the inclination to leave out the "ugh", but I now know better. I'll be damned if your tasty donut holes trick me again. Dammit...Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-66113373617235548412008-11-06T10:48:00.003-05:002008-11-06T10:51:27.787-05:00Vermont bound.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.okemo.com/okemosummer/images/vermont_roadsign.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.okemo.com/okemosummer/images/vermont_roadsign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I'm pretty stoked because in one more day, I'm heading to Vermont for the first time ever. My good friend and road trip buddy Allison is visiting from San Francisco, and we've decided to head up north. Plan on the secrets of maple syrup to be revealed upon my return.<br /><br />Also, if I can find a baby moose to bring back with me, you better believe I'm going to have a new pet.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-29930845085414932802008-11-04T14:56:00.002-05:002008-11-04T15:00:55.034-05:00I voted!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/jjbertramiv/Obama-Biden08small.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 282px;" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/jjbertramiv/Obama-Biden08small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />For the first time ever, I voted. And I have to say, I haven't been this excited about something in a long time. Seeing all of my neighbors in line at the polls and showing a genuine enthusiasm reminded me how lucky we are to live in a country where we have the rights and freedoms that we, and I'm as guilty as the rest, take for granted most of the time.<br /><br />Well, I'm proud to say that I voted for Senator Barack Obama as of 7:45 a.m. this morning. Obama/Biden 2008!Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-19565720594059954792008-11-03T18:00:00.006-05:002008-11-03T18:15:23.644-05:00On the eve of the presidential election...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hotlineblog.nationaljournal.com/American%20Flag.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://hotlineblog.nationaljournal.com/American%20Flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I have a feeling that I'm going to witness history tomorrow. It's strange - something makes me excited and uneasy. It's an actual physical feeling, and I'm finding myself trying to absorb everything I can on what is about to happen.<br /><br />No one really knows who is going to win. I remember four years ago thinking that the international newspaper I was reading had a typo in its headline as I could not fathom that Bush had come out victorious. But something about this year feels different, and I hope that I'm right.<br /><br />Although I have always been proud of my country and my heritage, the overwhelming sense of national pride is something I'm finding difficult to contain. No matter who you support, Republican or Democrat, the amount of passion that people have shown for this election is something to behold. I don't know a single person who doesn't care about the election tomorrow. Friends of mine that have otherwise shown no interest in politics are proudly announcing that they have registered to vote for the first time in their lives and that they can't wait to cast their ballot. And that's something to be proud of in my book. <br /><br />If all goes well, I'm looking forward to the direction my country is headed in. I'm ready for the rest of the world to once again see how amazing we truly are, and I know that Barack Obama is going to get the job done. See you at the polls!Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-85853649056072155352008-10-15T15:38:00.001-04:002008-10-15T15:39:57.537-04:00Ho-hum.I realized today that I'm really breaking one of the cardinal rules of producing a blog. That is that I have no discernible theme.<br /><br />I think "insanity" or "rambling" could be considered a theme, and not just amongst the padded cell crowd.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-61260736766384580112008-10-06T12:46:00.002-04:002008-10-06T12:49:17.351-04:00I haven't watched this much Saturday Night Live in...ohhh...ten years?Lorne Michaels must be thanking his lucky stars for the creative genius known as Tina.<br /><br /><!--[if IE]><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id=W4727a250e66f972348ea40ce393b8e07" width="384" height="283"><param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48ea40ce393b8e07/4741e3c5156499a7/1c3ec83f/-cpid/9b352bc621baa7ed" /><![endif]--><!--[if !IE]>--><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48ea40ce393b8e07/4741e3c5156499a7/1c3ec83f/-cpid/9b352bc621baa7ed" id="W4727a250e66f972348ea40ce393b8e07" width="384" height="283"><!--<![endif]--><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /></object>Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-78109881373732337512008-10-06T12:37:00.002-04:002008-10-06T12:40:02.576-04:00Blog milestone.Now, I'm willing to admit that this was probably because of the videos I was posting and not my universally amazing writing skills, but So I saw on the subway today... had over 1,200 site visitors during the month of September. <br /><br />So thank you readers. This Monday afternoon ego stroke has almost made up for the fact that James Madison makes me feel fat.Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923240582860444004.post-50574251280067533532008-10-06T12:15:00.004-04:002008-10-06T12:35:40.826-04:00When the 4th President of the United States screws up your whole day.On this brisk New York Autumn day, I, in no way, shape or form, thought that the fourth President of the United States of America would make me feel fat.<br /><br />Well, thank you very fucking much James Madison. Mission accomplished! To get a better idea of what I'm talking about, click on the chart below.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_v9th6jkiIvxhcGgAO2ZGYYKZ-j_t_Yi3E3sCZxknJwNu-PgAa5CeC9xH99Zp74ZLIvk67BZqpng5bDKFSIbSmCn-eh6csi4vlRsUb9KGtIHK4VPshJVyPlrBSELqOJJ5mzGgycRq_o/s1600-h/06opchart.950.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_v9th6jkiIvxhcGgAO2ZGYYKZ-j_t_Yi3E3sCZxknJwNu-PgAa5CeC9xH99Zp74ZLIvk67BZqpng5bDKFSIbSmCn-eh6csi4vlRsUb9KGtIHK4VPshJVyPlrBSELqOJJ5mzGgycRq_o/s400/06opchart.950.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254080345326046418" /></a>Mary Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14972242016174575600noreply@blogger.com0