Wednesday, March 31, 2004
When I came in to work on Monday I accidently stepped on what I thought was a piece of dirt on the patio...Oh no that was no dirt. Try a dead mousey. As I turned around in slow motion I began to realize what I had done. It was already dead thanks to little miss Zoe, however I had helped the decomposition process along quite nicely when I squished all of the insides out of the behind. Then the dog felt it necessary to come and help clean up. Then yesterday I noticed something dangling out of her mouth. As I drew closer I realized it was a mouse leg. Now I know why she A. Has not been eating her dinner lately and B. Why she has been spending so much time under the deck.
UPDATE: Last night I hit a rat on route 9 as well as a mouse by the high school in the midst of the torrential downpour. HMMM??? Is this supposed to be a sign?
Last night Dave (imacomputer)and I went on a mission to find "GHETTO ACTIVITY" in Mattapan AKA Murderpan. For those of you who are not from the Boston area Mattapan is the spot. Just south of Boston this fine town dones a liquor store every 50 ft and cheaper gas than Jamaica Plain or any of the other city neighborhoods. But as I look at it, the cheaper the gas, the more likely I am to be shot stabbed or robbed. It's certainly a trade off worth thinking about for sure.
I knew that we would fit right in with my black RAV4 with black tinted, (yes I said tinted) windows. We knew we were"Ghetto-looking" in my RAV especially since we were two White as f*ck kids from N. Andover and Holliston. Dave and I were on a mission to get in touch with our "Inner GHETTO". We drove around for two hours trying to find "GHETTO-NESS" but all we found were sketchy bums at intersections waiting to get hit by a passing vehicle. We thought, well maybe the rain was the leading factor in there not being any "GHETTO ACTIVITY" at midnight in Murderpan. So we tried Dorchester and Roxbury but to no avail we could not find one thing. I saw a kid with a mean afro on route 28 does that count?
At this point we came to terms with the fact that our mission was to left unfulfilled. Our hopes and dreams of becoming one with Murderpan were dashed as we entered Beantown once again. Just then Dave had a lightbulb! He suggested that we venture over to Chinatown and look for hookers. YA! That was the answer! ASIAN HOOKERS! HOW INGENIUS! We slipped in some Manitoba and off we went dodging pot hole after lovely pot hole.
In no time we found ourselves amongst Ah So clean dry cleaners and Tu Young Guy exotic sex toy shops. Narrow street after narrow street we searched with only a glimpse of a possiblity in one of the doorways. "There! There is one, I think? I dunno." It could have been a man for all we know being that the rain was coming down like tickertape in Times Square on NYE.
As we rounded the last corner of little China we lost all faith. This was not going to be the night of "GHETTO ACTIVITY" and ASAIN HOOKERS we had so deperately hoped for. Fortunately, we have faith. Until then we will wait for warmer weather in order to continue our quest for such fine displays of human interaction.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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new video up today of our version of the US open. it's the honda one.
ya so the open has offically sh*t the bed. nuff said.
Thanks meggs for being yourself, you are one those people who im happy know and i know that i can vent to you, your the only one who knows my darkest secrets and that makes me happy to have a friend like that!! thank you!!!-jamie drummond
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004
HAPPY PATTY'S DAY!
Zee US Open
Knowing that I am not going to get any credentials for this year to do this story, my plans for a new and different spin on a story have gone out the window. However, it will not be at all disappointing to the viewing audience....I hope. Stay tuned for the whole kit and kaboodle. If you are not able to join the festivites, you can tune in within the next couple weeks and live vicariously through my rants and raves...Also to come, the world 1/4's, only if I survive the ordeal.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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This one is for mark.
My brother's best friend mark is hanging on for life as i type this. This weekend there was an explosion at his house left him with 3rd degree burns over 75% or his body. He has two little girls who live in england and i can only imagine what they are going through right now. My brother was on his way over to the house when it happened...and the sick thing is that when i was told this tonight when i got home, all i could say was thank god wes wasn't there yet. i am in total shock right now and probably don't even know what i am writing, but if everyone who reads this could please say some sort of a prayer for mark and my family we all could really use it.
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Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Do you remember your first boyfriend?
There you are sitting in your seventh grade social studies class, and he plomps himself down in the seat next to yours. The butterflies awake and begin to bounce around in a fury in the pit of your tummy. He, dressed in his cool duds, jokes around with his buddies about how lame health class was last period while you sit in anticipation of the next hour of his close proximity. You have been waiting for weeks to profess your love for him. But he CAN'T know b/c then you could be rejected or better yet laughed at by him and his friends. Your legs dangle off the edge of the chair and swing cross-legged in a nervous manor. He, every-so-often glances over his left shoulder to see if you are still present. Just then, a note drops to the floor, bouncing off his foot as it hits the ground. You hesitate for a moment then look to him for reasurance, he begrudgingly smirks and then looks away. As you lean over to pick up the mysterious piece of paper you hear the giggles seeping out of his friend's mouths. The paper opens and the words jump at you like a ghost would on halloween, "Wanna go out with me?" The moment you had waited for finally culminates. You turn to your right, smile sheepishly and nod your head in confirmation. As class lets out and everyone files into the hallway he comes from behind and takes your hand.
remember when things were this innocent?
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Go check out the interview I did with Adam and Rick of sb.com in the news section of the homepage.
I am having an I hate boys day today. I am really baffled by the way that they treat me sometimes, esp after I am nothing but a good friend to them above all else. just help me to make it through this day b/c I am having my doubts.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Go check out the interview I did with Adam and Rick of sb.com in the news section of the homepage.
Dave, 02/19/2004:
Meg is amazing, period. She is a very caring, funny, hyper, sensitive, and creative person. She constantly puts the comfort and well being of her friends above her own. What she does for others is indescribable. Take me for example, after hardly knowing me she let me stay at her home whenever I had know where else to stay. She's brought me on multiple snowboarding trips, always making sure I had a comfortable place to sleep, plenty of food, and most importantly, that I was having fun. She never needs to worry about me having fun though, it's impossible not to have fun with this crazy ball of energy. Meg also rips the sh*t out of her snowboard. I always have trouble keeping up. In short, I've only known Meg for a little while, but her friendship already means a lot to me. Stop all the downloading.
thanks mount!
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Wednesday, March 03, 2004
"Big Things Come in Small Packages"
When the time is right you'll know.
Forge ahead into blankets of color that paint the days and years to come.
Priceless moments wrapped up in boxes.
Pretty little bows
Pretty little bows
When the time is right you'll know.
Once more you forge ahead into the blankets of color that paint the days and years to come. Priceless moments wrapped up in boxes.
Pretty little bows
Pretty little bows
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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So here's a funny little story for ya.
My friend Dave works at a shop and on Saturday while him and his co-worker Mark were opening the store, a well-dressed middle-aged woman comes flying through the front door, yanks down her pants and proceeds to urinate on the floor. In total disbelief, Dave and Mark just stood there watching her, not knowing what to do. After she relieved herself she ran out the door looking horrified. Dave ran after her and as he exited the front door, two irish men stopped him and said, "Is there a problem?" Dave exclaimed, "Ya there is! That woman just pissed on the floor of my store! Do you guys know her?" They said they did and then said, "Ya, it happens."
Weird.
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