My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Imperial Majesty Amy the Precocious of Bismorton Shropcake
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I stole this from the always lovely Lauri. I've always felt more like an imperial majesty than a princess. Now I feel validated.
Show us an unforgettable memory from 2006.
Traveling in Guatemala with my mom counts as my 2006 highlight. During that trip, we explored Tikal and I was brave/stupid enough to make the climb up the temples where permissable.
On the way up of this one, the realization came crystal clear that safety was not only NOT a priority, but any safety measures in this country were non-existent. I was one of far too many on this rickety wooden ladder.
"Oh, well, at least I'll have a spectacular demise."
But I made it down safe and sound and had a fantastic vacation.
Updated 12/30 to include pics.
Greetings, peeps! I hope all of you are resting up from any Christmas festivities in preparation for any New Year's festivities.
I've had three straight days of family affairs and I'm pooped. Today will be quiet, Brother Steve and I will go to town tonight to catch a movie. Tomorrow I fly back to Phoenix on the red eye, connecting through Vegas, after catching up with some college friends on the way to the airport.
My trip started and stalled at the Phoenix airport, which was closed due to fog.
Yes, fog. It was so thick that I actually took a picture of it before I left my place. Those of us on flight 231 had a good time bonding and laughing as we were moved from one concourse to another for multiple gate changes, plane changes and other delays. Anytime we wanted to feel sorry for ourselves, we looked over to the hundreds of people in line for the Customer
Service counter. At least we were still going to leave at some point.
Instead of arriving in Detroit at 4:16 p.m., I landed around 9:30 p.m. and was met by Mom and my 10-year old niece Courtney. We waited for my luggage at the "Bus Terminal", the old section of DTW that needs to be put out of its misery. Welcome to Detroit, indeed. Blech.
Even though this is my shortest Christmas visit, I've accomplished a lot. So far I've scored the highest points of anyone on Playstation "Guitar Hero II", bottle-fed baby calves, made 'cat traps' for the five semi-feral kitties that live in my parents' garage (cardboard boxes with soft towels to keep them warm), gotten my groove on in "Twister Dance" and I've eaten far, far too much. I led the girls on a "Nature Hunt" yesterday through the marsh. We mighty adventurers came back cold and wet to steaming cups of honest-to-goodness hot cocoa at Grandma's, made with milk. YUMMY!
I'll post pics upon my return, but wanted to drop by the neighborhood and say hi!
Elvis and I wish all of you great holiday season. You peeps are the best and this whole vox thing has been great fun. All the best in 2007 and beyond!
I'm off to Michigan tomorrow to be with family. Elvis will be in safe, loving hands here and I'll try to take some good cow pics for you!
(Yes, I know this makes me one step closer to being a Crazy Cat Lady. But I had the dress and the idea. Elvis is such a great sport.)
Those are three things you don't think you'd ever see together, unless you were looking at what I'm wearing right now. Years back, my then mother-in-law delighted in getting me anything with cows on it. Again, the whole "I saw a cow and thought of you" thing.
So today I pulled out the box that this particular item lives in most of the year. I apologize for not having a photo, but I'll try to post one when I get home from work.
It's an off-white, mock-turtleneck sweatshirt that hangs straight, not a band at the bottom. It has rows of Holstein cows wearing Santa hats, Saguaro cactus with a single yellow star on top, Prickly Pear cactus with red flowers, alternating with split-rail fences covered in lights and wreaths.
I wear this once a year just for kicks. Today is that day. I dressed it up with a cute black skirt, black hose and heels. When I took my jacket off this morning, my co-workers howled.
"It has COWS! And CACTUS! I hate to say it, but that just has your name all over it."
"As great as that is, and as funny as it is, and as appropriate as it is, it really is hideous."
I tell them it came from Saks Fifth Avenue, so it must be nicer than we're giving it credit for. Plus, it's really comfy, which is great for a chilly, dark, rainy day in Phoenix.
Update: You want it, you got. I'm wearing this right now just because...
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This is especially funny if you've studied German for any length of time. I'll never ever ever get tired of this.
I love passing by this 7-11. It doesn't necessarily make me nostalgic, as the 7-11 didn't play a role in my formative years. We had independently-owned 'party stores' where I grew up out in the sticks. I mentioned before that party stores are the rural Michigan country markets where you can get pop, chips, milk, video rentals and live bait. I'm not sure what they are called in other states/regions. I didn't see it on the list of regional dialects and phrases.
No, this sign makes me smile because this particular store somehow escaped the Corporate Branding Cops. When I worked for MegaCorp as communications professional, I lived through a merger and the following rebranding efforts. It wasn't terribly tough for our employees, as most had survived a number of mergers in the past and they didn't give a hoot what name was on the paycheck. Aerospace engineers are pretty pragmatic that way. But I do remember signage being a real pain. Tracking down signage, finding old names in our offices and manufacturing facilities, making sure our international plants had all the right fonts, signs and logos.
So here is a humble store in a rough-and-tumble part of town, flying the old colors. Perhaps the corporate office has forgotten about this outpost? Is it a rogue establishment, and trashed the new sign in a show of fierce independence? Is it not even a 7-11 at all, but the owners stole the sign/bought it in a fire sale? I guess I could go in and ask, but that would take the mystery out of it all.
A friend sent me a link to a dialect survey that mapped out what parts of the country said what and how. This survey is closed, but you can view the results here.
You can also find out what people in what regions call the grassy area between the sidewalk and the road, a drive-through liquor store and sweetened carbonated beverages:
105. What is your generic term for a sweetened carbonated beverage?
a. soda (52.97%)
b. pop (25.08%)
c. coke (12.38%)
d. tonic (0.67%)
e. soft drink (5.89%)
f. lemonade (0.01%)
g. cocola (0.29%)
h. fizzy drink (0.14%)
i. dope (0.03%)
j. other (2.55%)
I stole this from Crankypants, who stole it from some random blogger. Just in time to get me all excited for my trip to Michigan to celebrate Christmas with my family. When I get back to Arizona, I'll be shoving vowels through my nose like I never left the farm. You betcha!
| What American accent do you have?
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Show us something you can't live without.
Submitted by tOiXc_HoNeY.
Sure, family, friends, pets, fresh air, clean water, a liveable wage, health insurance, blah, blah, blah. But when it comes right down to it, the world would be a bleak and desolate place without chocolate and wine.
