Crazy Bones and the Cat

Toys R' Us' Jeffrey had a birthday party some weeks ago.  At his party which BH attended, a crazy bones sample toy was given out as a party favor.  What the hell is a Crazy Bone? It's a weird little collectible plastic figurine - actually, there are probably hundreds of them, each with crazy faces and crazy names and colours.  They seemed familiar so I just looked them up and they were a big fad in the 1990s per Wikipedia.  Anyway, it seems they are making a comeback and play something like marbles.

X was intrigued by the scary little clown one we got for the sample at the party and found a pack of three for $2.00 at Walmart and bought it for me.

We opened it up and got...crazy little crazy bones.  I promised to take pictures and that's what this post is for but of course, there was an incident while photographing the little monsters.

The Birthday Pyos List

As promised to Frass, here is the birthday presento-pyos and wishes list.

You guys were pretty good this year! I didn't have to add anyone to the grievance list for forgetting my birthday but I suspect that was thanks in part to H1's FB wishes.  The only person who neglected to wish me a Happy Birthday was TD5 but being that he is away in Europe, I suppose he can be forgiven.  What he cannot be forgiven for is the fact that I e-mailed him (albeit a bastardly request for Jammie D.'s) and he has not responded even though I know he was on FB.  Someone wants top spot on the grievance list it seems.

That aside, here is the present list for both H1 and myself for 2011.  Thanks again to everyone! You guys are the best.

Happy Birthday to Boohead

Happy Birthday, little Boohead!

You're not so little anymore, now that we think about it.  At 5 years old, you have had many an adventure and we hope you have many more.

In fact, you could be adventuring right now! I don't know what you're up to since you have not yet called for me to come over to your house.  I hope you're sleeping in like I told you too.

It's the best birthday present you could give your Momma and Daddy but it leaves me to ramble aimlessly on the blog.

Such is life!

Happy Birthday!

What Day is Today?

It gets me every time, Bughie J.! EVERY TIME!!!!!!

Oh, sorry.  I should probably remind you guys what only the greatest video and birthday song of all time is.

Here you go.

Anyways, Happy Birthday Month to myself because I am awesome and because H1 probably does not have the password to the Blog to write it for me.

Because she would!

She's not a brute.

I will list the Birthday Loot some time soon (and not next month as Frass has requested).

Love everyone!  Now let me go eat some food.  I am starving.

The End of Days, Part III: Back to the Bronx Zoo

We went back to the Bronx Zoo one weekend in September.

It's not that I found the animal asses to be fetching as per our last visit in May.  No, because if I did that would group me into that corner of the internet that no one should speak about or exist.

Lego Master Builders,the people who are just that more skilled than you and I (psst, that's why they call them M-a-s-t-e-r-s.  It's a true, sad story), designed and built set pieces for exhibition at the Zoo.

Scattered amongst some of the major displays, lego animals lurked.  With special passports, you could spot the wild lego beasts and stamp your way through the zoo grounds - proof that you survived a certain type of blockish massacre.

We found about 5 out of the 8.  Don't judge us! Having just visited the zoo some months ago, we did not need to wander the exhibit too much again but hit up some of the places we missed in May.  Yes, we probably should have at least tried to go find the Lego exhibits but there was callaloo, crab and a Frass waiting at home for us.

It was also decided that since Beetchie had not gone in some years save her last visit for an interview in which there was some snootiness involved on behalf of the staff, that perhaps since she was visiting for the weekend we could make a fun time of it.

The day started though, with a proper mini-Irish breakfast.  As it turns out, a mini-Irish breakfast is anything but mini.

At $5.00, it was a great deal.  And one can only imagine what a full Irish entails.

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit. Hare, Hare, Hare.

Happy October everyone!

We're saying goodbye to H1's Birthday month.  It was hectic and insane but there was lots of fun had.

We're looking forward to October where there's Haalloween, Or 2's birthday and BH's birthday.

Good luck to all.

The End of Days, Part II: Chocolate and Tennis

I too can live a little high-brow...uh, on Aims' invitation.

This September 2nd, Aims' invited me to attend the evening session matches at Arthur Ashe stadium for the U.S. Open 2011.

It was the Friday before Labor Day and we both got out of work early for the long weekend.  With time to spare before our 6 p.m. admission tickets, we walked at leisure along 5th Avenue to catch the 7 to Queens from Grand Central Terminal.

I Forgot

I forgot how hot Don Music was.  Check out the colour combination with the shirt, tie, pants and belt.  I also would not call him a hipster but rather a "tortured artist".

MC, this one is not for you because I don't understand why you would reject my Chiquita bananas that I hand-picked with love for you.



You are so ungrateful!

The End of Days, Part I: Four Days of Whirlwind Fun in Midtown

Summer is almost at an end.

I know, I know.  ::boohiss::

Or in my case, "Woo! Hooray! Good show!"

Ahem.  I will collect myself now, I promise.

I am still writing to you via magical mysteries and all that as my computer is still down, but there was much that happened in the past few weeks to close out the Summer.  For the next few days, I will be writing about all our other adventures had but today it's all about our time spent with Rennie Friennie.

On Thursday, Andrea Bocelli performed at Central Park for a free concert.  It seems that everyone and their mother got tickets for that thing except for poor H1.

But all was not lost because at least Rennie, her husband J.J. and her Mom got tickets to go and out of that - a four day hectic trip to Manhattan.

It was four days of fun for us from a dinner to Connolly's with drinks and great company (we got to see A & J, and A's Momma too!) on Wednesday night, Ruth's Chris with yummy ribeye steaks and amaretto sours on Friday night, Billy Elliott The Musical with some good ol' 2006 HOchie's favourite Ponsgri, and a massive ass Street Fair with some Shake Shack on Sunday (the last bit was unfortunately not enjoyed by Rennie Friennie & Co. but there's always a next time!).

Phew!

I didn't even show you pictures yet!

For the first day of our adventures, we did not get to see the Kirby Ice-Cream truck.  Apparently, it was driving around the city giving free ice-cream bars and a chance to demo the new Kirby game for the DS, Kirby's Mass Attack.

I may not have gotten some ice-cream or see the glory of the bright pink truck with lots of Kirbys all over the sides but I did get a slap in the face.

As I was leaving the office on Wednesday, I did encounter someone's tossed away Kirby's Mass Attack bookmark.  What?! Stop throwing freebies away guys! Stop it! I would have appreciated it, you ungrateful bastards!

So it was a little bit junky but dispose of it properly, why don't you?

After catching up with friends with burgers and beer at Connolly's on 45th, H1, Luuiiiiissss and I walked to the parking garage.  It was a clear night in the city - perfect for a stroll through the bustling activity of NYC under all the bright lights.

A beautiful night ruined by some white pants.  Ugh.

100 Days

It's 100 days until Christmas and I have presents for 4 people.

Some may say I am an over-achiever but I think that's just slacking!

The time of lists fast approaches.

Everyone! Update your Amazon wish lists before Black Friday, mkay?

Thanks.

Misadventures: Because You Know You Missed Them

It's been two long weeks.  Earthquakes, hurricanes, record flooding... and it's the first week of September which always means that people decide they need to do all the work they neglected to do for the earlier Summer months.

Yet, when Beetchie and I go out together, I am still surprised by the mishaps that occur when we're out together.  But why should I be? The weeks have been crappy and meeting up with Beetchie at the end of it all should always signal some sort of disaster.

Don't believe me or need a reminder?

What about the raw squid or raw taro? That doesn't sound like horror to you? Well it should because it sure was horrible to us.

What about that almost awful head injury?

Exploding bakeries? Anyone?

And countless other events (including all of the Japan trip) that I am not recalling here; I am beginning to feel like a broken record.

So why so surprised every time something happens? Well, because it's almost unbelievable.

That's not to say that we did not have a good Summer last year when we got Doughnut Plant doughnuts for the first time...or Ippudo or went to see Scott Pilgrim.  I don't recall anything odd happening and maybe that's just what the problem was.  Again the built up pressure of non-happenings could no longer hold and resulted in Saturday Morning's events.

We went looking for Nom Wah Tea Parlor.  On Google Maps, it appears to be right next to Joe's Shanghai but what we found next to Joe's Shanghai was this:

Really?

Strolling Through the Midtown Central Farmer's Market

Twice a year, the Central Market at Midtown's 30 Rockefeller Plaza opens, bringing from Wednesday through Friday fresh fruit, vegetables, pies, quiches, cookies, muffins, butter, bread and unpasteurized juice with which to torture H1.

She is always talking about stomach aches and unpasteurized juice or some such thing.

Every year we take a gander through and over the years we discovered that quiches, apple cider doughnuts and cookies from Meredith's are awesome, mini pies are a wonderful little treat and fresh white bread from the Amish stall is the best.  The Red Apple Orchard gives us yummy juice blends and we have yet to buy a jar of honey from someplace.

This year we discovered a new favourite from the Breezy Hill Orchard.

I present to you a table full of cranberry walnut squares.

Building a Birthday Box

Last year, H1 and I began the Birthday Box tradition.  I bought a box and if presents can fit into the box, then she gets them.  If they do not, then too bad.  The box is a decent size but it does make things challenging to try to stuff into.

Somehow, I managed to fit a few things in like a bunch of cats and a shirt.

In addition to those things, there was a scary little thing that snuck into the box.  Said scary thing - a Dalek - terrorized my room and then headed for Universe domination over at H1's house and perpetrated a hoax by pretending to be a present.

This year, I have locked down the contents of the box and ensured that no such dangerous incidents will occur again.

So what's in the box?

A lot of crap, apparently.

Although, instead of the Doctor's Oldest and Greatest Enemy, there is a little happy friend who is the exact replica of H1.

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Happy Birthday Month, H1!

Currently listening to: Beetchie and BooHead playing

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit. Hare, Hare, Hare.

September is here.

August just had to hold on to ugliest month of the year title because you know, after the hellish hot July, I almost decided to award July the worst month of all months award.

But August just goes ahead and shows that it is an asshat of a month.  First there was an earthquake and then a freaking Hurricane affecting NY.

We are thankful that all we had to contend with was a flooded basement and a restless night anticipating tornadoes, but to all those still without power, or lost their houses - we truly feel for you.

Here's hoping for a better month.

Message to All

I'm not sure why Bloggie Boo has suddenly decided that all you biatches' comments should now be logged as spam but it has been doing that.

Just know that I am not screening your comments or deleting them.

If they take a little while to show up, it's due to the fact that I have not been blogging as of late because my computer is busted.

How am I transmitting this message to you then?

Magic.

Eid Mubarak

Happy Eid, friends.

H1 was supposed to be making some sawine but I guess that will just have to wait until the weekend when there's no work to attend and get in the way of our celebrations.

How the Earthquake Effed Up my Day

The day before yesterday, there was an earthquake in Virginia.  It was registered at 5.9 and did some damage to buildings and such.

Thankfully there was nothing crazy and everyone was relatively unscathed.

I am a believer that things can always be worse, so I am thankful that all I felt on the day of the tremor was that I was perhaps, in need of a rushing to the hospital for a personal medical emergency because the ground shaking made me think I was woozy and about to faint.

That was before I realized it was an earthquake - stop laughing!

Anyway, about six minutes later I was supposed to be on a subway train on my way to Chinatown for some dim sum or soup dumplings. 

H1 and I were starving having not eaten a real lunch at our usual 12 p.m. time slot.

With an uncertainty about subways and whatever else, we thought it best to not get on a train.

Safety first, we always say but of course, that meant we were that much more starved come 4 p.m. when we finally decided to find some food.

Soup dumplings were some blocks from us so why not go there instead?

That would have been awesome except the restaurant was closed and we ended up having to scrounge around for some McDonald's.

That was Effed by the Earthquake Scenario 1.

Back to to 2 p.m., while I was somewhere panicking and doomsday naysaying something about 2012, the Amazon deal for half off on a Playstation Move Bundle happened as a Lightning Deal of the Day and I missed it because 40 minutes later when I remembered to check, it was over.  100% claimed.

That may not sound like much to any of you, but it was sure damned annoying to me.

And that was Effed by the Earthquake Scenario 2.

That's all the Effed up things I can talk about because you know, it really wasn't so bad once everything simmered down.

We do count ourselves lucky this time and hope that was the only time...

Currently: Wondering why Momma HOchie hates me by leaving me without food.

Stay Pressed, Women

I was wondering what it meant when I saw this notification from Live Nation in my e-mail the other day.

To be precise, I was not wondering so much as to why I got the e-mail but I was wondering what the "F.A.M.E." in "The F.A.M.E." tour stood for.

The crisis has been averted though because it only took me 2 seconds to figure it out.

I hope the Females Are My Enemies tour prevails.

Currently listening to: "Cry Cry Cry" by Johnny Cash.

An Open Post to Frass

Dear Frass,

When did Beyonce decide she should massacre a little thing called "a tune" and become the Queen Bitch of Cacophony?

Please advise.

Your Almost Friend,

One Bleeding Ear...Or 2

It Was Almost a Dirty Confession

This morning at NBC's Today Show, the unthinkable occurred - I happened upon the start of a song I did not recognize but figured it had to be Maroon 5 - and it sounded decent.

It sounded not bad.

If you could not tell, I am doing everything in my power to not say the "g" word because Maroon 5 never deserves to be called "gouhh...".

See? I can't even say it.

Perhaps the lapse in mental capabilities on my part was due to the fact that the sound itself was decent for twice (R.E.M. was the only band that actually had good equipment and well, it's R.E.F.R.I.C.K.I.N.G.M.) and also due in part to that one girl who was dancing her way out of the crowd with a ton of flava'.  She was having fun.  What can I say?

I had not forgotten that Adam Levine is a damned douche and that I dislike him immensely.  I am being redundant because I have to be to get this point in your head...that I almost went against every moral fiber in my brain to admit that a Maroon 5 song was guhh..guuh...  ...  more than decent.

However, I have good news to share because I just watched the performance online and Adam Levine still proves to be the jerk he is and I've decided potentially dirty confessions are out of my head.

I corrected myself for you lot.

In case you might still be reeling from something I may have implied, here, let me instead distract you by an awesome kid playing Taiko no Tatsujin.



That kid is a freaking Taiko DRUM MASTER.

Beetchie, you and I need to go back to the arcades of Japan.

Or alternately, we need lots of money for a purchase:

CLICK ME! You know you want to see the price...

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit. Hare, Hare, Hare.

It's no secret that I dislike August.  It's usually my least favourite month.  It's long, it's Summer trying to hold on, there are no vacations and life just moves slow.

I am realizing now though that I can start hating July on account of the hot weather.

So with a hopeful mind, I wish everyone good luck for August.  This July was not the best and while things can always be worse, I can still say it sucked, can't I? Considering I posted well wishes on the 2nd, you may think I am to blame...heh.  heh.  

Let us not make that same mistake again.

Good Luck, all.

Trippin' to PA: The Wrap Up

We've shared most of our adventures from PA with you but what about PA itself? Was there anything we needed to point out that I did not capture in the posts for Day 1, Day 2 and Day 3?

Yes.  There's the actual land of PA to talk about.

We did not drive through PA without seeing some glorious sprawling farming land, dilapidated farm houses and some corn fields.

Many times I wanted to stop at the side of the road to take a picture of some broken down house or shed.  I also cursed the fact I did not have a wide angle lens.  That will be the next big purchase.

After a long day

There is nothing better than laughing at with some Finn.

To all my buff babies out there.



Moodou, if you learn and sing this song, you may be spared some licks for your behaviour on the plane today.

That's right, Suga'Face knows all, so stop getting on so stink.

Currently: Wondering how anyone could not love Adventure Time.