That's what makes being the messenger so. freaking. COOL.

Except for the dude way back in Marathon, Greece. His gig sucked.

"The battle of Marathon happened, and then this bloke, he ran 26 miles, the length of Marathon, and then he said, "We won the battle of Marathon!" And then he dropped down dead. Now if you'd lost you could understand that ... But if you've won, surely you just saunter down, you don't run. You get in the car, you get some naked people with you, you take a lot of drugs, "Hey! We fucking won! Three nil!" And you live forever. Surely!"

Having recently driven to Marathon, I'd also like to point out that it's an EXTREMELY hilly run. Mountainous, even.

Of course, that's not the first time in human history that somebody doing something completely batshit insane has become legend.

(Also, "marathon" is the Greek word for "fennel.")

huzzah for that rat bastard getting caught and for generosity in the holiday season!

Maria, I hope your sister's surgeries go well, and that your cousin gets out of the hospital soon. I'm so very sorry for this pile on of life. {{Maria}}

In What is the Matter With People!?!?! news, I just got back from my yoga class and there was someone hacking coughing away in the opposite corner of the room. Sure enough, I hear her bragging to a co-worker of hers that she called out sick to work, but that she could never skip yoga!

Thanks, lady. Thanks for being so considerate as to share your sick ass germs with us RIGHT BEFORE THE FUCKING HOLIDAYS. I appreciate it.

Again, I say: What is the Matter With People!?!?

In sort of "huh" news, Tom and I picked up a whole kosher chicken to roast last night. We got it at Trader Joe's and it comes tightly wrapped in plastic. (we usually buy a bird from a butcher counter and brine it). Anyway, we cut the wrapping off and there are crazy feathers still stuck in everywhere! BANANAS. Man, those things are hard to pluck out. We couldn't get them all out before cooking... also, the neck was still attached, which was not as much of an issue (nothing some kitchen shears can't make short work of) but it was very interesting, and not what we are used to.

However, the chicken was still delicious.

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Now, if I could find a cheap flight and the winning lottery numbers!

{{Maria}} Healing ~ma to your sister and cousin.

Laura, I hope it's the same guy and that you recognize him in the line up.

Nora, I have never figured out why kosher birds have the feather problem. I ususally end up plucking as many as possible out with pliers. I've progressed from "YUCK feathers!" to "#!@! feathers!"

{{Maria}} healing for everyone and peace for you.

Laura, I hope that you are able to nail that ass.

Re chickens, you can also burn the feathers out, once you get it as clean as possible otherwise. Just singe them. I'm betting kosher rules don't allow for whatever they otherwise do to a bird to make all the feathers go away.

I'm trying to get a project done for someone (a half hour ago) but Aidan started singing, "walk tru da fire! walk tru da fire!" over and over, so I had to turn on OMWF.

Back to work!

The cops came by with the pictures. 2 of the 6 were so damn close I just couldn't be sure but chose the clean shaven one because he was and the other guy wasn't. It was the scruffy guy. They were really similar, as the cops noted. But we all are sure they got the right guy. He's apparently in rehab or some such thing. Feel bad that I couldn't be 100% on the id. But they said they did have a shot of the Jeep on the ATM video and had sent it to be enhanced to try and get the plate. Let's hope he is a pig and tossed the bag in his back seat. They hadn't had an opportunity to speak with the arresting officer up there so didn't know what they may or may not have recovered. Feeling better about the whole thing. Particularly since it sounds like this guy is very unlikely to be looking to steal my identity or anything, of course I did all the things I should there anyway.

Bless all of you for the good catch the bad guy ~ma.

Quick recovery to your loved ones Maria. And Ouch! Finger injuries are tricky.

My co-worker is SO RANDOM.

She went next door and came back with three parakeets.

She went next door and came back with three parakeets.

Did you tell her it's supposed to be three french hens?