tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83671852011-04-21T22:09:15.063-07:00Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming -- "WOW--What a Ride!" Fresc~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136721013813846876noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8367185.post-1175700338258748462007-04-04T08:24:00.000-07:002007-04-04T08:25:38.266-07:00

Hey there chillens!In case anyone out there is still checking in, I've moved my blog over to here: http://www.pubhousedialogues.com/index.php/IdiotFreeAmCome by for a visit!Love,K

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Greetings from beyond my little hoaxters.Apologies again for my lack in posting, though I'm not sure how many of you are still out there.The good:1) Everyone in my family, including baby Lily, is happy and healthy.2) Tonight, my brother (aka: Nortorious GBM) got the husb and I $125.00 in MN Wild Hockey tickets, complete with free parking and a pass to 'the Fishing Lodge,' which is a member's only

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"There's something wrong in the world today, I don't know what it is.."I know I've been lax in updating, I also know I'm in big troubs; both with my blogasphere and also with the bunch of friends of mine that have direct connections to me (re: cell phones, e-mail, etc.)The best that I can offer you guys, which I also know is complete bullshit, is simply this:When shit is going bad, I don't really

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I've should have written this on my 24th birthday, but I was too young, too busy partying to pay attention to what I had been learning.11 years later, I can't say that I 'get it' exactly, but I get SO much more than I did when I was younger. My brother and sister-in-law have a great mix CD and one of the songs is from the movie "Rushmore." I can't remember who sings it, though I know I should

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I was hoaxed.Well back in the late fall months of last year, my husband and I were invited to dinner with my brother and sister-in-law. I was under the erroneous assumption that my husband and I were being invited to dine, for the sake of the salmon, on an off-night, on an off-week...just cuz. We're all really quite friendly, and see each other oft, but usually because Cowboy Mouth is in town, or

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I'm back from NJ, on my home computing device and there's so much to tell...yet.What do you kids want to know about? I'll talk about any/everything. So give me a post and I will write. I've missed blogging a ton! Ask about:a) "I'm not scared, I'm not afraid, I'm an animal and I will eat you if I have to."b) The impending niece/nephew.c) Unemployment in middle America.d) The day the music

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I've been reading good ol' Stevarino's blog (http://certifiedsexwhacko.blogspot.com/) for quite some time. And I've had a variety of feelings about him, his actions and his circumstances over the last many months. I've made these thoughts known in the 'comments' section of his blog, much to his chagrin and that of his disciples, but it's such an incomplete venue to address the varying degrees of

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Hey guys...I know I haven't posted in a while. There's been a steady stream of busy happening. I'm actually writing you from a public library in South Brunswick, NJ. I'm at my mom's for two months to help her get her house organized from the 27 years-plus of accumulation. It is NOT an easy task, but since I have the time off (unemployment and all), I thought this would be a perfect time. The

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I got a questionairre from my husband a few weeks back, and he encouraged me to pass it on...now that it's taken me all-night to complete, I figured I'd share it with any of you guys that may want to get inside my pea-brain. All of my responses are honest, and I hope yours would be too. If you complete this 'exam' and feel compelled, email me your answers at:Fresca01@gmail.com.Instructions and

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10) I know he's not a raisin.9) The dimples he gets (yet denies) when I know he's up to no good *wink-wink-nudge-nudge*8) That he can hear two words from me and know my blood-sugar is low and that I love him, but that he would be better off in another hemisphere until I am a whole, fed person again.7) He doesn't give me too much shit in the moments I need to crawl into the crypt and just be.6)

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Lots and lots of people have ideas on whom he/she/it may be...and all of that is fucking great. I sincerely have little problem to whom you pray and for whom you worship. My problem simply exists as a reaction to those that think their 'almighty' is the singular, only.To those folks who think their 'god' is the one and only', and I'm waiting for the backlash, I say, "GROW-THE-FUCK-UP!" Before

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Dear Faithful (or not so) Readers,I suck...I know this. I haven't posted anything remotely interesting (aside from my puke-scapades) in FOREVER. I ask your forgiveness.The thing with being unemployed, especially in my case is that; back in my making-money-for-being-a-marketing/communications-manager-asshole-days, the computer was in front of me all day. I could fuck off and write whenever the

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Some of my readers have known me since high-school, some since college, some since my mid-20's or later and some of you are distant-strangers who know me just on the 'blogosphere'...which is weird, yet awesome.There have been many, many, MANY occasions that I have thrown up, thanks to too many cigs or too much booze or both. Most of these events had the volcanic disruption occur in a bush, a

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This post shouldn't shock you. At least not those who know and love me...you nutty few!It's no surprise, I have zero tolerence for morons. I see no valid reason that I should. No empathy, carte blanche or otherwise free-ride for people who simply choose not to think..for their own consideration, their 3-foot radius or their inordinate grasp on being clueless about the philosophy of 'other'.My

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So, I've been a little lax in my blog expendatures and I DO feel bad. I am in the flux of not really having much to say..since now I'm home all-the-time and the whole "Nothing Ever Happens on My Block" excapade (if anyone has ever seen or READ that book, bonus points!)So Nick and I were hanging out with a bunch of schmegegees in Iowa City. Angie personally kept me going..cuz she is a) gorgeous,

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OK, ok, don't have a heart-attack, no one is actually having an operation. That's a snippet of a conversation I had with my brother tonight (at his post-birthday, bowling-extravaganza). For those of you not in the know, GB (brother) and LP (seester-in-laws) are pregnant...If you've read my bullshit before you'll know how goosed I am about this, considering we haven't had a baby in our family

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I gotta hand it to you guys...I've been 'en absentia' for a couple of weeks as I try and contend with having all this ill-fated time on my hands. You'd think after 'getting' unemployed, a certain "C" (re: moi) would have ooodles of time to post about life's musings and what-not. Ironically, I've found the ENTIRE opposite. It's not like I don't wanna write or think I may have things to say,

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What a crazy-cracker of a night.. I've been so out-of-touch with the real world now that jobby-job has gone by the wayside. I spent a thousand hours catching up and blogging-back to my 'home-spuns,' I n'ary had time to write my own, not that there is much to say. Am officially unemployed and trying to wax poetic about it...but it's hard to wax poetic when not much poetic is going on. I've

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I mean seriously...how fucking boring was that last post? I fed you faithful readers trivia questions? That's moronic. I'll give you the answers later, but really..how lame. As of tonight, I've responded to one person's blog (You know who you are) about: "Jumping the Shark"DreadlocksTamponsCrack-whoresMurders in my neighborhoodBilly Idol (the early and latter years)Gender assignment/

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So, it's no secret...Nick and I are trivia junkies. He's a master; I say that without hyperbole. Over the course of what seems like a million games, he has beaten me every time, not something I'm fond of admitting. For Christmas, the one, poor-broke-ass-gift we got each other was Trivial Pursuit 6 and we play, religiously. You know how many times I've won? Zero. Zed. Nada. His mind is a

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Boy, do I love guacamole. I've had some pretty damn good guac in my day, but I have to admit, my favorite is my own. Over the years, a bunch of people have asked for the recipe, which is a lot more by site and feel than anything else, but I did manage to pull together some guidelines and instructions. So, if anyone is interested in some yummy guac, go for it. Here is the recipe: Fresca’s

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Since Erin yelled at me for not posting frequently enough, I thought I'd finally fill you in on the good news, as eluded to a couple posts back. In order to understand and appreciate the enormity of what is transpiring, I must take you back...way, way back. Without getting into too many details (as I will be punished with a wrath unlike that ever witnessed), my parents became so under somewhat

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It's true kiddies, I was canned. My job was eliminated. Lack of sales with do that to yah. Our one sales schmuck here couldn't make a deal if you handed it to him (and we have) and so, thanks to no inflow, I am now gonzo. Good times, good times. People are asking me if I'm freaking out. I go in and out. "What the hell are you gonna do?" and "Oh my gawd!" I'm getting a lot of that. Am I

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Dear All: As I pine away trying to recapture the spirit of Christmas (not going well), I thought a bunch about what have made mine special in the past. When I was little, without question, it was the getting of presents that had me mooney-eyed and full of joy; but this year, I've realized that as a grown-up, it is the giving that I love so much. Perhaps this is why I'm so humbuggy this year.

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So last night, The Sooze hosts a petite holiday gathering for a bunch of us assholes. We all brought appies, side-dishes & desert and Sooze made a killer turkey and supplied the booze (thank the shit, because we all drank our faces off). Anyway, after dinner, we all grabbed our cocktails gathered in the living room to play a little game. Here's how it goes: Everyone writes down a question and

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Well first, thanks to Erin, Cootersnap, CS, JohnnyHuh? and Jessica for taking part in this little bid to bring the world a little closer. I will follow-up with all your recommendations, especially Donny Darko, because I'm too intrigued for words. And now, the responses to your questions. erin writes: 1) When you were in high school, were you a good kid or a bad kid. I was a pretty

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(A) First, recommend to me: 1. a movie 2. a book 3. a musical artist, song, or album (B)Ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Answers will be posted next week--Great time for strangers to say hi. (C) Then go back to your blog, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything; say that you stole it from me." Lifted from our pal at Intellectual Poison:

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I've spent many a sleepless-night and day annoyingly trying to determine the route cause of mankind's inability to get-it-together. Sure, we do some great stuff. We've theoretically been to the moon, we can help premature babies survive, we help little kids out of wells, you catch my drift. But really, aren't we a bunch of murderous, gluttonous heathens rampaging each other, our planet and our

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Remember this guy? Wow, didn't he make you feel like shit when you were six. Dayum! They had some sweet campaigns back then... North Castle Partners | Keep America Beautiful

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Ever wonder what became of pop culture icon and star of the incestuous flick "Butterfly?" Well look no further! The following link contains tons of bio information and pics (no nudies...but you can google those if you're desperate), along with a filmography and fun miscellanea section...Satin Jacket, that's all that needs to be said. And if you're really digging it, check out the 'separated

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So my dears, we are on the eve of Thanksgiving...the eve honoring the pilaging of our land's natives for the sake of a land free-and-clear of prejudice of our beliefs *cough.* Ummmm, anyway... Despite the historical context, which we all need to really consider, I am going to opt for the heart of what the holiday has meant to me since I was a child... A thousand and one years ago, I was little.

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I love bowls. For about a million reasons, I think they are one of the best inventions ever, twin-engine aircrafts, lava-lamps and the toilet-paper cosey notwithstanding. Bowls, by their very nature, are organically suited and inclined for our hands. Some people may call it ergonomics, but I prefer to think of it as providence. Bowls fit our body, tucking neatly in the crook of our arms as we

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I got yelled at for not posting here more often, so I offer you this. Keep in mind, I have a daily-political/social-rant blog over at www.mortsoup2.blogspot.com. NOBODY’S WOMAN My titties and thighs and inner things make me what they call a woman. Things spelled with “Ph” and “V’s” and “U’s” make me a woman too. They say I am woman because “I” is Me. But they make me woman, not I, not me, not

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Today we are celebrating Jim's birthday, from 3pm-3:30pm, we all get to sit around, making nicey-nicey small-talk, full of plesantries and jovial good intentions while we dine on cheap, broke-ass Rice Crispy treats. I like birthdays...when I can spend it with people I want to celebrate with, but come on, these people aren't my friends, I have a cubic-assload of stuff to do and now I have to

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NOT safe for work, turn your volume down...you are NOT going to believe this! http://freakstertown.free.fr/papasmurf.swf

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I never do this...I never sit upon my big rock candy mountain and claim to have seen Jesus or praised anyone in particular about anything much in particular. So, when I tell you, it is a moral imperative that you go to this blog and read it, the whole thing, you know you better do it, cuz if you don't, I'm going to beat you with a pound of wet liver. This is one of the funniest things I have

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I just sent this in to MPR with a photo of the carved, wooden, spooky-arsed Mermaid. My name is Kristen and I'm a 34 year old listener/member from Minneapolis. My husband and I both listen to you all the time, through streaming audio on our computers at work and in the car whenever we are going to and fro. MPR is great all the time, but bar-none, our favorite way to listen to MPR is during our

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For any of you officianados out there looking for a hunk of time to kill... My Life Is Beer!: Beer Bottles Sorted By Brewery

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"Blow-It Out Your Ass!" What better way to tell some bubonic asshole that they are full of shit? Not only do you want them to get rid of whatever corpse is rotting up there, but you almost imply that you'd like some marginal discomfort to occur when the sphynctor finally spasms out the load. Perhaps a bit graphic for those of you eating your wheaties, but remember this the next time you are

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Cho-Ho LOVES the dirty Sanchez! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAAH! http://www.seedysanchez.co.uk/mariachi/mariachi_band.swf

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This is easily the funniest site on the web. Take a bunch of mind-bendingly smart assholes with a sense of humor, put them in a blender of world news, photoshop contests and message board madness and you've got fark. You've got to see this place to fully grasp its fabulosity, so go here: www.fark.com. Today, in response to the survey question: "What is the hottest hot sauce you've ever tried?

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I think heaven is one giant fucking bowling alley with a great jukebox, good tap beer and a never-ending supply of whiskey. Everyone's just hanging out, getting crocked, smokin' Lucky Strikes and going for broke on the lanes in PRE-velcro, tricolored bowling shoes...dingy laces and all. I imagine it to be something of an alley circa 1973-ish, just coming off the cusp of the flair of the 60's.

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The New Brunfus Grease Trucks made CNN! For those of you not 'In the Know,' New Brunswick, NJ (Home of Rutgers U) has this parking lot on campus that moonlights as a pit stop for these food trucks, affectionately called "Grease Trucks" by the locals. They cater to the after-bar-close crowd. Yours truly, then in my early twenties, has spent many an unsober eve lobbying for a greasy burger at 3AM.

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I just posted this as a response to a friend's blog that included a pro/con list used as a means to make a sizeable decision. Poor guy wasn't asking for my two-cents, but I gave it to him anyway._________ I will make mention of a life lesson I learned regarding pro/con lists. Read on if you are interested. Pro/Con lists don't work, ever. Why? Beacuse you are comparing subjective apples to

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..first of all, is a great show, but that's not what this entry is about.On occasion, my life becomes something of a traveling side-show, I mean, Lobster-Boy, side-show. Nick and I are goobs. Really, we know this, we don't need your pity. Usually on Tuesdays, sometimes Sundays and an occasional Friday or two, we go to a certain pub in a certain part of town to play National Trivia Network. For

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Greetings Gallery of Peanuts. Just a little alert: I'm going to be adding some older posts from my other blog here so as to keep all my political stuff in one place and musings about life here. It's more for me, but if you happened to miss any of these installments, you'll get a bonus read. Cheers.

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CNN.com - Remains of mafia captains�identified� - Oct 19, 2004 It is amazing to think that there is a real-life underworld like this out there...and truthfully, I'm sure it's a hell of a lot scarier and richer and darker than what you see on TV and movies, though I bet cinema has come very close. My mom was friends with this guy once, back in her South Orange days in the '60's. He went by "

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The Wedding: Without question, it was perfect, right up to the very end. I am the proud wife of an amazing husband and we are, at last, at a new beginning. How very cool. The story: The day before it was abismally cold...eerily cold--and rainy. I was panicked...what if this is how it's going to be tomorrow...our entire shit is going to be outside! The day of the wedding I woke up and had a

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I'm off ladies and germs. Wish me luck for Saturday and see you whence I return from zee nuptials! Good Golly Miss Molly....Mrs. Molly? *taking plunge* Au Revoir Pee Wees! Love, K

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Being 5 days out from the wedding, I am getting asked this question a lot. I thought I'd share those '11th-hour,' '4th down on the 10 yard line with 10 seconds on the clock' feelings with you: Right now, I am experiencing pockets of total relaxation and utter excitement and bliss (all the cliche's are true)....dreaming of our honeymoon and a life together with the greatest man I've ever known

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For the second time this week, a friend of mine has lost their mom. It's a perfect horror to lose a parent, whether you were close or not, whether it happened out of nowhere or after a prolonged suffering. I've wondered for a very long time which is the worst way to loose a parent. One that you hated that went quickly? One that you loved that suffered? In the end, they are are all brutal and no

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When I was growing up in Lyndhurst NJ, in the early '70's, in the big, white stucko 3-flat on 4th Street, there was this huge, run-down parking lot back passed our yard. A fence growing concord grapes seperated the two areas. We called that place, beyond the fence and the concord grapes 'The Back of the Lots.' You'd have to climb out this narrow, folded opening in the fence that I imagine, at

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Well folks, I've done it again. I've opted to actually manage two blogs, one for political and social rantings and one for annecdotes and life's musings (this one). I have a big problem trying to satisfy my multi-personality writing disorder. Further, I want you to read that which you want. So, if you're sick of me being pissed off by the government, but want to hear more about the Brother's

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