Archive for November, 2006


One Bad Apple…

November 29, 2006

First, to clarify a bit….I HATE Starbucks and their drink size/names. I think they’re stupid. But I think that there are better, more clever ways to razz on them for this in an ad, without being ethnocentric. The “we’re in America, speak English” debate is a fairly hot topic in many communities right now, so clearly I’m not alone in thinking there is a problem with this false sense of superiority of (and the limiting to only use) the English language.

As for “anonymous.” Anonymous comments to this blog will now be deleted, no matter what their content. I honestly don’t care if you disagree with what I’m saying, (and sometimes, I’m wrong. If I am, I’m the first to admit it) but at least put a “face” to your dissent (I mean, it’s not like I’m not tracking hits and don’t know where you’re coming from…you’re not that anonymous.) and let me, and other commenters make the connection. Especially if you’re like, someone I know in real life. Just stupid. It’s my blog, and I can do that. Sometimes it’s good to be me.

My closing thoughts, and last rag (for a while, anyway – you know how I feel about the corporate takeover of America so you also know that I probably won’t keep my mouth shut when things piss me off) on Dunkin’ Donuts….”America runs on Dunkin'” Seriously…when did you last see anyone “run” after consuming ANYTHING that DD makes? Shit, people don’t even get their asses out of their cars to purchase the stuff.

G’night, folks.



November 29, 2006

Dunkin’ Donuts Consumer Care
130 Royall Street
Canton, MA 02021
Tel: 800-859-5339

To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing to complain about one of your television commercials. I have recently been seeing a new commercial for the Dunkin’ Donuts Latte. The commercial makes reference to the difficulty of ordering coffee drinks at other places and how difficult it is to place an order in “fritalian” (an amalgom of French and Italian). The commercial states how easy it is to order a Latte in English at Dunkin’ Donuts. I am offended at how ethnocentric this commercial is – implying that the English language is superior to the languages of other countries.

For the record, the word “latte” is actually Italian. If ordering beverages in other languages is so difficult for your customers, you might want to reconsider how you name your products. I have been a customer of Dunkin’ Donuts for many years, but no longer. This commercial has ruined any enjoyment I may have had for your products. I’ll be switching to one of your competitors and will be happy to order in French or Italian.


S and J
Portland, Maine


Some More Random Thoughts…

November 28, 2006

So…my final thoughts on Thanksgiving…as now it is just a blip on the road map to Christmas….

You know that “it” is meant to be when your in-laws (and wife) use the same type of cranberry sauce on Thanksgiving. The fact that both of our families enjoy the Ocean Spray, from a can, one chunk, jellied concoction instead of the chunky, bits o’ berry kind….well it is comforting.

In other news. About a week and a half ago I loaned out the rest of my pregnancy books (these were second editions. The first editions were loaned out months ago) and gave away a two cycle supply of OPK’s. Yesterday was CD16…I felt what I thought might be ovulation. For the first time since February I didn’t pee on a stick. I mean, even when we weren’t trying I liked the actually knowing that ovulation happened. At first there was sadness when I realized that I gave them away. Then, tremendous freedom. Then more sadness. Right now I’m in a freedom moment. I hope it will stay.


I fallen in love with Eritrean/Ethiopian food. Bigtime. I mean, I’ve enjoyed it a few times in my life, but damn, right now it’s….all I want to eat. This is sad because S doesn’t like it. More succinctly, food from this region is eaten without utensils, and scooped up instead with a spongy, slightly tangy, fermented, “wet” bread called injera. S hates this bread. Likes the “meal” part…but without utensils, and a…soft consistency food…it’s hard for her to eat there. I love it. Can’t get enough. But can only have it when S is working late. Which hasn’t happened in a while. Damn. Maybe…tonight I can convince her to do take out, and she can have (the crap they pass off as) pizza from her favorite place. If you’re adventurous, and haven’t eaten this cuisine yet….seriously good.


I’m so freaked about money. Yes, we’re making more of it than we ever had, and we will be debt free by March. But IVF is expensive. I am freaking out a bit. Wondering if perhaps we should push IVF till the summer, and actually be able to pay for cycle 1 outright. That way, if it fails, we can…put cycle 2 on credit and pay it off while (hopefully) pregnant. I dunno. There’s so little talk of how people actually manage to pay for IVF, or at least find grants, etc, but I can’t find it. We live in a state that mandates insurers cover exactly nothing of ART, so….I’m wondering what others are doing to cover the costs. I’m envisioning about $15,000 per cycle. Damn, I hope it only takes one. Any clues?

Ok, there’s more, but…so boring.



November 25, 2006

As we were walking to our Subaru, wearing trendy shoes and L.L. Bean outerwear, carrying our grocery bags from natural/organic supermarket, I thought about our decently sized and decorated (in our opinions, anyway) apartment, located just west of downtown, and came to a horrifying conclusion:

We are yuppies.

Please ignore my absence as this may take a few days to process.


In which my past comes back to haunt me…

November 22, 2006

Please do not let this little post keep you from reading my real post on Thanksgiving. Really, scroll down. It’s better. But still. I mentioned something about dryer sheets in that post, and being as no one has answered the multitude of people (well, 2 public, 2 private) who have asked what the heck I was talking about, allow me to explain….

If one is partaking in the smoking of….well, anything really, (but who are we kidding, really) in a dorm room or enclosed space where their not supposed to be smoking anything, one can mask the smell by exhaling through a toilet paper tube that has been capped with a dryer sheet at the end, held in place by a rubber band. Then, instead of a rasta celebration, it smells downy fresh. Capice?

And now you all think that I’m the worlds biggest stoner, which is actually quite far from the truth. But, ya know, I was an R.A. too, so I kind of know all the tricks. Though, I will say that hiding between the springs and your mattress ain’t gonna keep you from getting caught.


And that’s the way I like it, that’s the way I like it

November 22, 2006

It seems that the holiday season is officially upon us. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not a big fan of the commercialization of Christmas, but I do enjoy the “season.”

One of the biggest reasons for enjoyment is my friends. And their “merrymaking” efforts. Members of my “core” group of in town friends have formed what is loosely known as the “Lawn Ornament Relocation Authority.” By this, I mean…at the holiday (though garden gnomes are up for grabs in summer) times….uhm…they relocate certain ornamentals from one person’s lawn to the lawn of another. Or their own living room. Sometimes they swap out Jesus for Santa, sometimes they bring holiday joy to those whose houses are sadly neglect of anything holiday-esque or plug in-able.

Anyway, I’m not allowed to take part in this organization because S has stated, more than once that she will not, under any circumstances, bail me out of jail should bad things happen while on a relocation mission. Shucks. This year however, I have, I think, come up with a solution. I think I’d like us to go to the dollar store, and buy as many strings of lights we can afford. Then, go to people’s houses and decorate their bushes for them. I mean really, whose going to toss people into jail for just….lighting up their bushes??

Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I enjoy Thanksgiving a lot, mostly because its an easy holiday for us. We go to S’s parents house, but because they have 3 cats and a dog, we can only stick around for like, 2 hours, max. So we get in, eat a lovely meal, and get out. Oh sure, in the course of the meal S’s aunt is likely to get mashed potatoes in her hair, but that’s part of the entertainment and charm of the whole event.

I’m thankful for a whole lot this year. Mostly, I’m thankful that I’m healthy and able to spend another holiday season with S. This is our fourth…and each year I love her more, and have a better time than the last year. I’m thankful for my stable job, and my lovely house, and the ability to live fairly comfortably. There are so many who don’t….and despite all of my wanting a baby, I must remind myself that in reality, that want is so trivial compared to those who want nothing but shelter, food, or warmth this holiday season.

I’m thankful for having a partner as loving, strong, and caring as S. She’s been so solidly there for me throughout the last year. I can’t imagine a more perfect wife for me. Especially recently when I’ve been….less than happy? I don’t know. I’m going to be slightly more honest with you guys right now and say that I’ve been engaging in some slightly self destructive behaviors lately. I’ve started smoking cigarettes more than the “occasional, when out with friends” regulation allows. This upsets me, but I know I can quit….for whatever reason it was just so much easier when there was the possibility of a baby. I’m also partaking in activities involving other…..recreational substances, with a frequency that hasn’t been matched since I lived in a dorm room and kept a good stock of dryer sheets at the ready. Please do not worry or set up an intervention, it’s just a phase and will be over, soon. Promise. To my benefit, I will say that I’m not “self medicating” with food. That’s an accomplishment. I’m still eating fairly well, and still maintaining a fairly rigorous work out schedule. So, that’s a good thing, right?

I’m thankful for my awesome family, who gets it, and who is behind us, 100%. Truly blessed in that department.

Also…If you look to the right…my links column….I’m thankful to have all of you in my life, both the people I know “for realz” and those I know only through their typed words of encouragement and sympathy, and experience. You’re my therapist, my doctor, and my friends. You’re non judgmental, and put up with my occasional pity parties. You’ve shared in my pain, and my joy, and have let me share in yours as well. You’re an amazing group of people. Thank you. Happy Thanksgiving!


And Everybody Feels Good

November 20, 2006


Yeah, it’s really small, but I only had my camera phone on me. This bumper sticker reads “My Child is a Successful Learner at Lincoln Middle School.”

Does this mean their kid wasn’t quite smart enough to make the honor roll??

Just wondering.