Love salt. Love grape juice. (not together)

Y'all do know that "tonguing" is part of a trumpet player's technique, right? They even have sub-categories like Doodle Tonguing, Double Tonguing, Speed Tonguing and Softer Multiple Tonguing. You gotta be careful about overworking the embrochure though

Flutists and other wind instruments too, baybee. I'm just sayin'...

I understand having a library for undergrads without many books--after all, mostly we used the library to study, not so much to research. What someone else said about going to the subject libraries for that--I'd go to the science library if I needed books. But a public library? Nah, that needs BOOKS!

Sometimes my brain confuses Tom's of Maine with Tom of Finland. One of these days an employee at Trader Joe's is gonna ask me what I'm looking for and I'm gonna embarrass myself

Hah! Tommyrot is teh funny.

Maria says lovely things. Go Maria!!

This is the week of techie fun: I got new TiVo yesterday, and a new phone today! Whoot!

Can't believe I missed Deena! Insent, sweets.

P-C, wow! You're doing so well with the learning how to better manage your relationship with your parents. Good on ya.

That came out wrong.

Hee.

Safe travels to KristinT.

Must pick-up more fruit tomorrow. I bought tons of apples and plums and oranges and peaches last week but I'm down to a large bag of green grapes and those will be gone all too soon.

Go tech!meara...

Love salt. Love grape juice. (not together)

"But for uttering sweetly and properly the conceite of the minde, which is the ende of thought, English hath it equally with any other tongue in the world." -- Sir Philip Sidney

The History International channel might be my second favorite channel ever.

I don't think I've posted with Nicole or Cass or Meara in forEVAH.

t makes out with everyone

Well, we are all very hot... It is understandable.

People are speaking poetically on my tv. This is also very hot.

In today's Adventures In Clothing!

The good: found a bra that fits and can be made into a nursing bra for special occasions when I need my boobs to look like boobs and not like a Bravado! blob. Didn't come in black, but nothing is perfect.

The bad: the only 6W black shoe Nordies had was both fugly and pointy. Oh, and the bra was a large chunk of change.

The especially ugly: Naturalizer wides aren't, and the same can be said about Macy's large shrugs.

Shopping is hard.

I bought cherries today. And a couple of peaches. And a plum. I don't remember the last time I had a plum, I vaguely remember not liking it so I thought I'd try it again.

I don't think I've ever had a nectarine. I almost bought one, but I coudlnt' figure out how to tell if one was ripe so I got the plum instead.

Askye, no offense, but I just read this entire post as if it were said by Andy Rooney.

Hi Trudy!

Shopping is hard.

So very hard. The frustration can really fuck with a perfectly good day. Like, for example, when you order two dresses from the same place and they're both the same size but one fits perfectly and the other one, well, not so much.

I don't think I've ever had a nectarine. I almost bought one, but I coudlnt' figure out how to tell if one was ripe so I got the plum instead.

Nectarines have always freaked me out. It's because of the Sesame Street sketch with a planet populated by two kinds of aliens, and the only food is nectarines, which neither alien can eat on their own. I found the whole concept profoundly disturbing.

Bec likes 'em. Yet she's iffy on carrots. It's amazing we lasted as long as we did.

Quick Wally report: apparently there's a woman in Pittsburgh who thinks I "sound so cool". Can we defeat the tyranny of distance?!? Well, no. But it's still flattering. Meanwhile, I've changed the headline for my profiles. I started with "Satisfaction guaranteed or your monkey back". After a couple of misfires (including "I need your help, Barry Manilow"), I've settled on "Give in to your grown-up tastes". I like it, I am indeed a many-layered sandwich in a world of fries, and besides, the talking oven mitt always makes me giggle. Plus, I get to test out whether I really do have Svengali-like powers I can exercise through the internets. (I had to make a conscious effort not to make it "Give in to your grown-up tastes, talky-meat".)