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Any one else inexplicably frightened by prunes? I know I have no reason to be, but for some reason they just freak me out. Even more freakish than a prune, is baby food prunes. That is something I never want to be a part of again. The weird thing though? T loved them!! Don't get me wrong, I quite enjoy plums, but prunes...not something I can just pop in my mouth and enjoy. I would need some time to psych myself for one of those puppies.
Don't know why.
Figs also freak me out.
Maybe it's the names. No other fruits freak me out, in fact the only fruit I don't enjoy eating is pears, and that's because of the texture. I've tried them a few times but it's always the same result. I just don't care for pears.
Prunes and figs though - I think it might be their names. Any one up to offer new suggestions? Maybe if we changed the names I might be able to try a prune or a fig. It could just be me, but every time I hear the word, or see a prune, all I think of is old people eating their bran muffin and drinking their prune juice to help keep them regular. Ok, so it might have just been my Grandma who did that, but still.
I'm sorry Sunsweet, but you haven't won me over with your commercials touting the all around wonderfulness of the prune - they just make me a little queasy.


Did Hugh Watch?

For some unknown reason, I have an inexplicable crush on Hugh Jackman. I have no idea why, since after a perusal of his work listed on www.imdb.com, I have only seen one of his movies. I have no interest in X-Men and it's offshoots, I never saw him on Broadway (although I really wanted to), but for some reason, there's just something about Hugh. Now that I think about it, I also have an inexplicable thing for Hugh Grant...maybe it's a combo of the name Hugh and a foreign accent?? I don't know, but as I fast forwarded through all the unnecessary Oscar bits last night, I made sure to watch all of Hugh's moment. I even watched the Barbara Walters special just to see Hugh. A big thanks goes out to Mark for turning the channel to Nascar and forgetting to turn it back, resulting in me missing Hugh's segment...Thanks Mark!
I even wanted to watch his much panned, short lived, CBS show Viva Laughlin, but they cancelled it after one episode. Could it have been that bad with Hugh in it??
Regardless, I heart Hugh Jackman.


You Go Right Ahead, I'll Meet You In The Car

Tonight Mark asked me if I would bungee jump off of this, the Verzasca Dam in Switzerland, for $1,000,000. My answer is an unwavering NO. Not for a million dollars cash, a million dollars in shoes, not even for a million pairs of shoes.
There is no chance on God's green earth that I would jump off anything higher than a normal height stair. I'm pretty sure it would take plenty of coaxing...and the promise of many pairs of shoes...just to get me to walk across this dam.
Yet another reason why you won't see me as a contestant on any installment of The Amazing Race. I am happy it's back on for my entertainment though, and to read the awesome recaps on EW.



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Loves Lost

I rediscovered two lost loves this week (bet you thought this was another ode to LOST, didn't you??)
The first one is all thanks to Debbie, since she is the one that introduced me to them.
The second is King Apparatus. I discovered them back in high school, but it wasn't until last night at the gym that I remembered how much I liked them! Now, unless you're into a Canadian third wave ska music, you've probably never heard of them, but if you enjoy checking out new (old) bands, and types of music, give them a whirl.


I Love Wednesdays

Another awesome episode Team Darlton...I heart you. I heart you a lot.


An Open Letter

Dear Abby,
I am writing this to express my disbelief, anger, frustration, and utter loss of words.
I have tried for many hours and days to figure out just why you do this, but have come up empty handed. Is it a brain dysfunction? A lack of consideration? A night filled with boozing it up? Or perhaps you're just a pure and simple idiot. I am willing to wager on the latter.
There is NO good reason, no circumstance so dire, that a telephone call must be placed at 3:00AM or 4:00 AM, or at any hour after 10:30PM. None. You will never convince me. I have even told my Mother repeatedly, "Do not call me if someone is hurt, dies or has a child between the hours of 11:00PM and 6:00AM." Yes, that might sound cruel, but what am I going to do? I don't live in any form of close proximity to my family (immediate or extended), so at 2:00AM, all I can do is lose sleep, cry or be angry. I am of no good. Call me at 6:00AM when my brain will be functioning properly and if I have to leave I can either get a flight relatively soon ,or I can hop in my car and drive.
Even worse than an early morning phone call informing you of the birth of your new twin nieces, is the wrong number/drunk/stoned person calling. Those people called us twice in the last 4 days. Actually there were 3 calls; The first call I couldn't get to fast enough, so they called right back, sending a text to land line (you can do that?). My biggest problem with this call was that the person was calling back because they didn't recognize our number when we had called earlier and left this person a VOICEMAIL. Here's a thought - instead of calling someone back at 3:00AM to ask "this number called my cell, who is this?", why not check the voicemail that was left?!! Novel idea, I know. The third call was last night on the cell phone. Nothing better than the T-mobile jingle in your ear at 4:00AM. Idiot with a wrong number. Just who are you calling at 4:00AM anyway?
I realize I am probably over reacting, but it bugs me to no end!! One time we had a guy call, obviously drunker than a skunk who insisted on a conversation - even inviting us to come hang out with him (um, no thanks!)...he would not get off the phone. We hung up, and he called back! Idiot. In the hours of daylight and a few hours or so to ponder, I know in the scheme of things there are many worse things to experience...but at this time in my life, I love sleep and I love every minute that I can get. So when that is disrupted, I wind up going out to the couch because I am so angry that I can't sleep (and nothing is on TV at that time), only to have the wee one wake up an hour later. Not a good day in this household!!
On top of the annoyance, these situations can be more serious. Okay, so no one will be killed or maimed, but injuries could be sustained. A sleep deprived, glasses-less woman running from the bedroom to the kitchen in the pitch dark is the perfect set-up for an accident!
So if you're ever thinking of calling us, or anyone, beyond the hour of 10:30...think twice before you press send. Maybe I'm just old, but usually I'm not up for chit chat at 3:00AM.
Would you give your good readers a little refresher in consideration and good manners for me?

Thanks for listening,
Don't Call Me Past 10:30 CST.