I'm excited to say I've got a piece up on The Big Jewel today!
I hope you'll take a moment to click over and check it out... (Thank you.)And Also...
I took this photo down the street from our pad.
It made me smile.
(Plus, now I have a bitchin' new TV and some boss speakers.)
I love "old but good." My new favorite saying! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI should put that sign around my neck!! LOL
ReplyDeleteI haven't yet reached The Age at Which One Has Mammograms, but it looms ever closer. I can't say your post made me look forward to it any more than I hadn't been, but I am intrigued to discover what music will be playing in the clinic when I make my first, fateful visit.
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me of how whenever I'd go to the dentist back in my youth, I'd *always* hear Juice Newton's "Playing with the Queen of Hearts" song while in the dentist's chair. Despite going there at least twice a year for 14 or 15 years, it never once occurred to me that hearing Juice was anything more than the most bizarre of coincidences. In hindsight, it seems to me that Dr. Fodor really could've afforded to buy a new playlist for his canned music feed. I mean, he did water down the Scope we had to rinse with... cheap dentist bastard.
Oh, Anna! Your mammo post cracked me up out loud! You could have been writing about my very own annual expedition, down to (say it with me), the dusty rosiness of the entire place and eastern European technician. Except for the churro eating thing. "the underside of a stingray..." you write beautifully, evocatively, and might I add, hysterically at times? (Long time reader; first time commenter.)
ReplyDeleteYou are so funny! I really enjoyed reading your posts. Love the suggested sounds for electric cars!
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ReplyDeleteAt my last mammogram, the technician went crazy for my breasts. She said she wanted to use the images she took for a class she was teaching as an illustration of the perfect mammogram. Seems my boobs are perfect for mammogramming. I was extremely flattered. Until I realized that it was because breastfeeding has left them rather long and fleshy and easily squished into the big vicething. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteThat was effing brilliant. Any woman who has endured a mammo has to appreciate that.
ReplyDeleteYou had the same technician as me!! Hilarious as always!!
ReplyDeleteI hope you also kept the sign to hang off the asses of your enemies...
ReplyDeleteI agree - brilliant post! I so love that yearly ritual.
ReplyDeleteThis year they added a new part to my ritual: the post mam phone call, "Mrs Z, we need you to come in and let us take another look." No explanation. No reassuring words. Until it was all over, anyway. Luckily it turned out to be nothing. But what's with that??
I see you're a bargain hunter. :-))
ReplyDeleteOldie but goodie, gotta love it!
ReplyDeleteBTW - GREAT essay at the Big!
ReplyDeleteHey, that's the same thing I tell my husband!
ReplyDeleteI love that old retro tv...
ReplyDeleteYou know that's my fav!!! xoxoxoxox MO
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you feel my pain. I feel like my yearly mammograms squish any possible cancerous cells into harmless wispy ghosts.
ReplyDeleteBitchin' find! Heh. That's *exactly* how I got rid of a pair of ginormous 90's-style-corporate-greed-over-the-top-neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie speakers a few years back. A trash pickers delight they were.
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Cool...I sometimes see some really cool stuff in front of houses down our street but my husband doesn't like me going thru them. I think he'd prefer I check out other neighborhoods where people don't know us. LOL!!!
ReplyDeleteHey, I've got that same sign on my ass.
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