Word Up, Wanda!!

I should be going to bed but I can't help but share my excitement over the nomination of Wanda Jackson to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame! Granted, there are a lot of people who argue about who should be there e.g. it ain't Mike Rite's R&RHF until KISS makes it but it is the way we pay homage to music stars of recent history.




Back in March of this year, the Buffalo Niagara Film Festival featured a film about Wanda Jackson The Sweet Lady with the Nasty Voice. They also brought her to town for Q&A and a concert. I couldn't think of anyone else who would go to this event so I got myself a ticket and went. I bought an autographed photo of her and got to shake her hand. Sooo cool. Something told me to make every effort to go and I'm so glad I did!! The photo above is a little a harsh but trust me, she is a sweet, elegant lady who still rocks. The pink guitar is part of a line with her name on it. Elvis Costello has been making the case for her induction and all I can say is it's about damn time. Congratulations Wanda!!!

Chong Bong and a Ding Dong

I recently finished Tommy Chong's Cheech and Chong: the Unauthorized Biography. Although a little self-serving, it was an interesting read on a comedy duo who had a lot of influence in the 1970's and 1980's. Anyway, Chong says he and the Governator, Schwarzenegger, used to rock the ganga. TMZ got Arnuld to admit to it...

A Morning in the Suburbs of Baaaahflo

I love where I live. So does everyone else because as a single female of limited means I'm outpriced when it comes to buying property. Unless a miracle happens but those are few and far between. For the time being, I enjoy where I live because it's fairly quiet and very idyllic. I recently left Sally Maxipad Fitness Centers, aka Bally Matrix (old name) now Bally Total Fitness. Click here for my review. Anyway, I joined a gym near my place and it is great! The equipment is nothing fancy but the locker room is spotless, the clientele is nice and doesn't bother you, and I get there more often since it's close by.
I started off this morning with a weightlifting work out. I had to head over to Slops Communist Supermarkets for cat treats, pomegranate juice, and unbeknownst to me organic cookies (pseudo oreos) from the healthy market section. I knew I was entering a "war zone" i.e. the Farmer's Market on Saturday morning after 9 a.m. Mid-morning 'til mid day is when the potpourri of the white 'burbs materialize. Senior citizens, families with their crotchfruit and strollers in tow, kids, teens, etc. etc. Recently, Slops placed signs in the fire lanes indicating that they should remain clear, no pick ups or drop offs. A BMW in front of me pulls into the fire lane forcing me to drive around his vehicle, which is sticking out. I drive by and resist the temptation to beep and instead shake my head. I find a spot and Mr. BMW drives by and I shake my head again and give him some stink eye with sunglasses. I resent people of any socioeconomic status who insist that their needs trump the flow of traffic but I really hate it when some well-moneyed jerk off does this. There are plenty of these people in my neck of the woods.

I went into the store and ran into Mr. BMW who recognized me as the girl who dared to give him stink eye. This time I gave it to him without my sunnies. He didn't say a word but I was ready for him. I don't know if it even registered that he shouldn't drop off in a fire lane. I thought that maybe whoever he dropped off had health problems but then immediately thought that if they did, it's time to get a handicapped permit. Pride be demanded. If you can afford the car, you can obtain the permit. He was a short, little, older man who looked like he wasn't used to be called on anything. For future reference, maybe the signs should be more explicit:

No fat people drop off--walk a little, you might lose some weight.
No elderly drop off--get a proper permit that allows you to park closer or at least a license plate indicating your status so others can be forgiving of your circumstances.

I grabbed my items and strolled toward the Farmer's Market to get in the fray for some quality produce. I stopped at a table that was dedicated to conserving open space. The gentleman at the table was busy talking so I asked the lady if this effort was to prevent more subdivisions and new builds. The gentleman quickly jumped in to say this wasn't a prevention effort per se but...we agreed that ultimately protection of open space would prevent this suburban sprawl. I signed on. Granted, I probably won't live here too much longer but this area is quaint and shouldn't be ruined by nouveau riche trash. I purchased some beautiful Roma tomatoes, a sunflower, a "storage" onion--the flavor is very pungent but diminishes the longer you keep it or when it is cooked, and some Yukon Gold potatoes. I also indulged in some homemade chocolate/peanut butter fudge and peanut brittle. Mmmm-mmm.

My suburban morning has quickly turned into an afternoon. I'll leave you with a lovely photo of an unruly Bills fan being hauled out of the audience. Bloodied and full of Genesee Screamers or Bud Light and wondering where he'll find the money to pay his fine...Da Bills!!!







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Holy Cats!

Check it--two fat cat reports. The last one is from China. Methinks they're fattening the cat up for their version of Thanksgiving.

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Buffalo's Afternoon "Rush" Hour (or Flush Hour as the case may be)

Yes, I'm writing about something that sort of doesn't exist. Real rush hours happen in larger cities with populations that are busting a move for a train, subway, bus, etc. However, I work in downtown Buffalo and like clockwork you can count on the main thoroughfares being crowded at key times of the day. For example the 33 or Kensington Expressway, the Skyway, or in my case Oak St. to the 190 S ramp.


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Picture this--homesquirrel i.e. me didn't have the opportunity to dump at work due to a lack of time or the Oz style County bathrooms didn't provide me with the privacy needed to take care of bidness. So I'm packing some serious fudge... I feel that slow downward descent that's heading for my exit. It's under control but just not super comfortable. I hit Oak St. and that's where the nightmare begins. Nobody knows how to navigate Oak as it approaches the 190S ramp and Seneca St. If you want the 190, your best bet is to stay to the right and allow traffic in the left lane to turn onto Seneca. Of course, no one stays organized, drivers block intersections along Oak after the light turns red, etc. Whenever I've got to download, inevitably there's an accident or jam on Oak St. or the 190 that prevents me from getting to the comfort of my turlet in an efficient manner. This prompts an O.J. Simpson style hurdle as I jump over the cat and run down the hallway to my throne when I arrive at my castle.

There was some smash up derby action at Oak and Seneca, which snarled up traffic as police and emergency crews were called in. If there was audio from my car, you'd hear, "Aw dammit, c'mon! I gotta poo!" I waded my way through the snarl and the volume to finally reach the 190. Drivers don't seem to understand how to merge from that Oak St. ramp onto the 190. Most have this idea that they can immediately merge to the center or left lanes without building up the speed needed to keep up with drivers who are moving at 55 to 65 (if not more) mph. This creates lines as the pussies try to stay in the right lane while the retards make life miserable for center and left lane drivers. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad today. Needless to say I was happy to see my commode but I don't think it was too happy to see me. Puck-ding!

p.s. check out these ridiculous dudes making out as Lehman Bros. goes down the turlet.

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Olbermann Rocks

Amen brutha!

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Freaky Friday

Howdy Neighbor,
We were both leaving the apartment complex where I live and where I think you live. You drove ahead, reached the top of the driveway and turned left. You didn't use your signal but I didn't expect you to. You had your cell phone perched between your scrunched up shoulder and your ear. We reached the end of the street, stopped for the stop sign and proceeded to the next light. It turned green but the conversation must have been really interesting because you stopped under the green light. I looked to see if someone or something was in your way. Your inability to multi-task is what made you grind to a halt. I hit the horn. You stuck your head out the window and gave me a "what for?!" look. I pointed at the light to try and communicate that it was green. Then I made a phone out of my pinkie and index fingers and placed it near my ear followed by a hang up motion. You made "blah, blah" stop lecturing me about driving and talking gestures. I made "you look like a dumb girl blathering on the phone" gestures. You responded by flipping me your dirty finger--literally, your hand was grubby. I kept the dumb girl on phone bit going as you drove. You dead stopped in the street so I'd have to hit the brakes. I beeped in response. We approached the traffic circle. You were first but I had my single on first. I guess you can't be responsible for making the right moves at the right time when you're busy talking on the phone *and* yelling at me because you were in the wrong. You were nice enough to use your left turning signal when you hit the Rite Aid. I made a "eat my TWA-tea" gesture with my fingers and mouth.

Was any of this necessary? Granted, I shouldn't of indulged in the childish gesture bit but I am so over people who make their phone priority 1. If you love your phone that much, get a headset so you can drive and talk. Even better, stay home and talk. I had to go to work. He probably had to hit Rite Aid to pick up some crab lice meds. I will applaud myself for not flipping him off.

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(Non) Labor Day

Nothing like time off. Well deserved and much needed. I've been exercising but I've also been baking. I checked out cookie porn aka cookie madness and found a Rachel Ray recipe called "Coco Loco". Reeeeet! I made the coconut and almond brownies for a picnic that I attended yesterday and they were a success! I walked to the store to get the coconut as I needed some exercise. I got behind a chubby lady who appeared to be done shopping until her equally chubby hubby (not ice cream) showed up with some shit bag soda--generic and dayglo orange--ugh! They passed it practically in front of my face without so much as an apology or an "excuse me". All I could think was "soda, you definitely need more soda!". These people weren't much older than me and they are on their way to fatslobhood! So sad. I queued up practically on her back, which earned me a porky look. I hated to be betchy but don't add unnecessary items to the tail end of your transaction, not apologize, and then get offended 'cuz I'm ready for my overdue transaction. People are self-centered, Buffalonians forget anyone else exists when a feedbag is on the agenda.


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