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The Jersey Tongue: September 2009
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Thursday, September 17, 2009. Some Like It Hot. 8220;Amy, is that you? 8221; Mel asked, peeking her head out of her room. “Why are you holding a gallon of milk and a box of Saltines? 8220;And what is the grand prize for winning this thing? 8220;A bottle of tequila.”. 8220;Cuervo Gold.”. 8220;Oh, Amy.”. 8220;Do they have any parting gifts for the losers? 8221; Mel whispered. I am in it to win it. Don’t be bringing me down.”. The Jewish kid perked up. “Hey! Our first...
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The Jersey Tongue: April 2009
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Monday, April 20, 2009. A few days ago, I went to my doctor because I've had a red spot on my eye for a couple of weeks that I thought was due to allergies. My doctor took one look at my eye and asked, "Do you wear sunglasses? No- never. I hate carrying them around, how they slide down a sweaty nose, how I always seem to lose them.". So my first day out wearing sunglasses did not go as smoothly as hoped. During my lunch break yesterday, I went in and out of a l...
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The Jersey Tongue: December 2008
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Friday, December 19, 2008. My Two-hour Vacation on the 441. Well, the company is still open, so you'll have to take vacation time.". So I grudgingly agreed to take the vacation time to brave my way home through heavy snow blowing, at times, as fast as 40 miles per hour in my face every step of the way. "I'm on vacation! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It is not particularly helpful to point and use hand gestures when giving directions to a blind man. Never, ever eat th...
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The Jersey Tongue: It's the Great Pumpkin, Boston
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Tuesday, November 17, 2009. It's the Great Pumpkin, Boston. It started out as a bright, beautiful sun-shiney day. My friends and I headed out to breakfast at Moogie's, a local eatery, in shorts and t-shirts, as it was an unusually hot day in late September. I had just enough time to scarf down a muffin with my friends before I had to drive down to the Cape for the weekend. I looked down at my little white t-shirt. This isn't funny, guys! My friend Mel suggested.
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The Jersey Tongue: January 2009
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. The Way of the Walk. We both stop at the intersection between Charles St. and Boylston—a particularly tricky one since there is no less than three lanes of traffic all trying to merge onto one and take out as many stragglers as possible. Ten points for getting anyone carrying Luis Vuitton luggage. For the sophisticate if you will. You're at the same point that I am, wimpy country bumpkin that I am- eh? I quickly take a step backward int...
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The Jersey Tongue: Fart Machine Guys Are The Way Of My Walk
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Wednesday, June 13, 2012. Fart Machine Guys Are The Way Of My Walk. So it's been two years since my last post. I wish I could say I was incredibly busy doing incredibly awesome things during this time, but I was pretty much just working, looking for errant punctuation or, horror upon horrors, the dreaded comma splice. I've also been getting into great shape (if I do say so myself, and I do. Fricking miles without any of you giving me the heads up that I literally h...
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The Jersey Tongue: June 2012
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Saturday, June 16, 2012. The Flying Spaghetti Monster Strikes Again! There was a murder done in Boston today. I know because I stumbled upon the bloody scene this morning:. So did you see this? It's a picture of a flying minivan! Let me see." I am so easily distracted. Plus I felt like I had punished him enough with my endless spiel about the benefits of using a sponge over a dish towel when your bowl of spaghetti has been viciously slaughtered. I grabbed his phone...
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The Jersey Tongue: Freaky Tuesday
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Friday, July 9, 2010. Life if I were ever unfortunate enough to be hurtling toward the earth at a great speed, as they would surely fan out like a parachute, floating me safely to the ground. I can't believe it's you! I thought you were still in Virginia! Saying "Wow, tough shift," in response to the bus driver telling you she worked a 12-hour day sounds an awful lot like "Wow, tough shit" in retrospect, which could explain the "bitch" comment on my way off the bus.
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The Jersey Tongue: The Flying Spaghetti Monster Strikes Again!
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Saturday, June 16, 2012. The Flying Spaghetti Monster Strikes Again! There was a murder done in Boston today. I know because I stumbled upon the bloody scene this morning:. So did you see this? It's a picture of a flying minivan! Let me see." I am so easily distracted. Plus I felt like I had punished him enough with my endless spiel about the benefits of using a sponge over a dish towel when your bowl of spaghetti has been viciously slaughtered. I grabbed his phone...
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The Jersey Tongue: February 2009
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Serving up slices of life Jersey style. Saturday, February 28, 2009. The Good Guy Syndrome. I have a huge problem: I'm dating a really nice guy. It's terrible. He opens doors for me, shows affection, and always remembers my name. On our first date, he reached for my hand while we were walking. I shook it. No, no. I want to. It wasn't too long into the hand holding that I began to get antsy: How long do we have to do this? Should I be moving it around- massaging, caressing? Damn it, I must! My mind keeps ...