Comments

Hmmm. I see people are still reading every day…but it seems I get very few comments.

Is it me? Or everyone? Are comments fewer and fewer these days?

Note to Self: Leave more comments on other blogs.

Right now, I’m at 6.5.

Lyrics

Lyrics from Ron Hawkins. Love.

But what’s yours is mine
When we’re partners in crime

Partners In Crime : Ron Hawkins and the Rusty Nails

You pull my arms from their sockets
I put the grey in your hair
You put your hands in your pockets
To find that mine’s already there
And it’s cold, and it’s wrong
When you find your money’s all gone
But what’s yours is mine
When we’re partners in crime

We make a motley procession
They bar the windows and doors
We’ve made a stylish profession
Of sleeping in doorways and floors
And we dance, and we sing
‘cos ain’t the law a funny ole thing
When you’re doing time
Like happy partners in crime

We’ll spend a jailbird’s honeymoon
Cavorting conjugally
In a trailer by the shadow of machine-gun blooms

That ain’t no gun in my pocket
Just seein’ you fills me with joy
You be my pistol packin’ mama
And I’ll be your heat seekin’ boy
And we’ll while away the time
Dreamin’ of Tequila and lime
Workyard valentines… happy partners in crime
Caged, engaged, sublimely confined
Happy partners in crime

David Hyde Pierce

Makes me smile.

Ah, the power of football…

COOL SCHOOL!

Well, of course! Because one of my COOLEST best friends is the admissions director at Beaumont! Help out a friend?

Please take one little second of your time today to click the link and vote for Beaumont School (Cleveland, OH) for Cool School on FOX 8.THANKS!

A few of my favourite things…

Why thank you for asking!

*Preemptive post for all those men out there planning to woo me.*

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Randomments: Super Bowl Commercial Edition

GoDaddy was far more *offensive* than any ad for Focus of the Family could ever be. I can’t believe that was the spot I read all the hullabaloo about.

Betty White made me want a Snickers bar.

Little Furry Creatures had the Best Super Bowl Commercial Day Ever. Beavers playing violins? SCORE!

Oh, if Dave could have only summoned Conan as the referee instead of Oprah.

Brett Favre making fun of himself. AWESOME. Except an hour later we couldn’t remember for the life of us what he was advertising.

Super Bowl Shuffle. My…half the people I work with in the office on a day to day basis weren’t even old enough to remember the Super Bowl Shuffle. Old.

Product development gone wrong. WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND thought that DOVE FOR MEN would actually be a MARKETABLE PRODUCT? Wait, if they air the commercial during the SUPER BOWL the men will flock to Dove for Men! Um, or not.

What some women will do to get married…yikes.

INSANITY! From the Washington Post.

Item 2: Mark and Jenny are engaged, and Mark — this is after sending her a phony pre-nuptial agreement; ha ha ha — is reworking the ceremony. Turns out he doesn’t want to include a promise to be faithful. RED ALERT! RED ALERT! AWOOGAH! AWOOGAH! “In retrospect,” Jenny allows, “I suppose I might have seen this as a sign that Mark wasn’t fully committed to me, and with the benefit of the knowledge I have about Mark now, I could point to this moment as a clear sign of things to come.” Yah think? “At the time, though, I thought his honesty was brave and sweet. . . .”

Who knew a commerical could make me want to have a baby…

Good job Google.

More later…

When I wake up tomorrow morning (this morning?) Peyton Manning still didn’t win the Super Bowl. :(

Damn football and the touchy feely media who loves a social story attached to a game. The entire BUD LIGHT commercial budget could rebuild New Orleans but no a WIN BY THE SAINTS is what will redeem life as we know it thanks be to God.

Not bitter. Nope, not me.

Update: Monday Mourning

I’mma wearing all black, including a wrap…thanks to hearing Gregg Williams on the radio this morning before getting out of bed.

Lyrics

Following in the footsteps of yesterday, I offer thee…

Lyrics from Ron Hawkins. Love.

My favourite line comes at the end of the song.
“Oh won’t you take my hand and we’ll be… “

The Taming of Carolyn : The Lowest of the Low

Carolyn’s a piece of coal in a world with a lust for diamonds
She really likes to dance but never gets a chance
Oh to realize her goals, and noone knew this more than I did
Ah, Carolyn please focus in

She’s tired of all the streetfighting
And when will it ever end?
She’s practically missed that dream train

I think she’s ready to believe
The best years of her life are behind her now
Where do you think she got that idea?
From that one place, a certain some place
How does it feel?
When you’ve got more than a bit part in this play she’s in
Oh no, the taming of Carolyn

They put a price on what she’s learned
A subtle twist in her position
Her mother’s worst fears are confirmed
She’s taken off with some musician
What kind of life is that for the child of a doormat?

Other fathers were hitting baseballs
While her dad was hitting the sauce
With never a moment’s thought toward what was gained…
And what was lost

Can’t you see?
You’re asking for something she can’t be
Can’t you see?
Some things are solid gold we thought were only tin
And though she prefers Carolina
Everybody seems to call her Carolyn

Carolyn
When they bring you to tears
Just put your fingers in your ears and scream
Nah na na na…
‘Cause you’re just like me
Oh won’t you take my hand and we’ll be…

Football! And the right to kill babies!

Ah, of course… I’m a woman who believes that women should have rights equal to those of men so henceforth,  I can’t enjoy football?

Feminist Friday: Revoke My Feminist Creds – I’m Watching the SuperBowl!

Are you kidding me?

BRING IT!

GO COLTS!

*Gasp* I might even have BEER AND FRIED FOODS TOO! (And burp!) How anti-feminist of me. Ridiculous.

And don’t even get me started about the *evil* Anti-Feminist, Anti- KILL UNBORN BABIES advertisement.  From the little I’ve read the ad speaks about a woman who chose to have a baby instead of not choosing to have a baby. Isn’t that what PRO CHOICE is supposed to be about? Allowing women the right to MAKE A CHOICE? Ugh.

Women being respectful of other women. What a novel feminist idea.

Love, 27

27 people looking for love on All Things Jennifer yesterday! Zing!

Please note, I’m completely ignoring the fact that vajazzle also had 27 hits. DO NOT LOVE.

Love…why love? I haven’t been blogging about love (at least not without a password attached and even that is more lust like.)

Oh yeah, tis that time of the year. Commercialized love!!!

Fie!

Red, the color of desire…black, the color of despair. But, I’m out and about and dating and things are all red and rosey!!! (See password posts for more information…)

So in honour of All Things Jennifer’s 2010 Commercialized RED Love Week I’m gonna recite some lyrics. Daily. Lyrics about LOVE from the one and only greatest singer-songwriter of all time/ in my eyes…the incomparable* Ron Hawkins.

*Crap, did I just use incomparable? I blame BFF. (And Rita Moreno.)

LOVE THIS SONG. MAKES ME CRY. Simply beautiful.

“But I know with you by my side…anywhere I am is home.”

A Brief History: Ron Hawkins

They say that it’s traumatic when you’re born
I don’t remember ’cause I’m older now
Just like a peaceful dream you were torn from
That haunts you in your waking hours

I don’t know why it’s painful when we grow
But try to keep in mind that it’s only fear
I think sometimes forgetting what we know
Is what carries us from there to here

And I know this isn’t much
But it’s almost everything I know
At times it itches like a scar
Or hums like a radio

Why do we get wounded when we love?
She sang my name and I made her cry
And I will be laid into my grave
Never really understanding why

And I know this isn’t much
But it’s almost everything I’ve learned
Sometimes I wave it like a flag
And sometimes it’s a prison term

And the rain comes down
Harder than it ever has
Till a single second drowns
On the end of your eyelash
And the simple truth resounds
That our time goes by so fast
From the frightening first until the sweet sacred last

I’ve heard them say it’s lonely when you die
There’s no other time we’re so profoundly alone
But I know with you by my side
Anywhere I am is home
And even when the secrets we confide
All dance across my fading eyes
I’ll try not to be afraid
Just kiss me when I close my eyes

Perfect Afternoon

Coffee, Carrot Cake, Good Company and the Written Word.

All I needed to complete the afternoon was a table by the window to watch the flawless, fluffy snowflakes flittering outside.

I’m somewhat jealous of the IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE *SNOW* IT snowstorm. Stay warm, cozy and safe dear friends!

Penzeys Spices!

Penzeys Spices. Penzeys Spices. Penzeys Spices. Penzeys Spices.

Click here to apply. Opening…..soon! Feb 2010!

Wish list of spices, on hand and ready to shop!

Welcome to the Buffalo Blog World! :)

Buffalo World

In 1959, Buffalo native Wilson Greatbatch invented the implantable pacemaker. On a lesser note, and in that same year, Robert and Lucille Ervolina implanted me in the city of Buffalo. While it’s good to know many hearts that year have since been kept beating, all thanks to fellow Buffalonian Mr. Greatbatch, I am particularly partial to Buffalo’s batches, great and small, that make my heart go pitter patter.

Wish List: Area Rugs

I’ve not been able to stop looking at area rugs the last few weeks…

Rugs for the Entrance Area

Rugs for the Computer Nook

Rugs for the Bedroom

Rugs for Spare Room

And let’s call these OH MY GOD I NEED TO MARRY A RICH MAN RUGS

True.

I thought Paris Jackson was adorable as well.And in other news I have no idea who Joe Zee is.

Just another manic blog day…

Whoa-oh-oh…

I had the best intentions to come home to jump on the computer and do work…just to catch up a wee bit and bring my head above water (tis been a busy, busy meeting heavy week.)

Instead, those best intentions went out the window when I caught up with my blog reader. And away I go!

Damn, usually I save some of the blog posts for a future date. Looks like tonight I felt exceptioonally full of sharing.

I like sharing.

Routine

I’m really starting to enjoy my winter nighttime routine.

Crawl into bed with space heater on…snuggle with cats at my side and on my feet. Surround self with books and laptop.

Eventually, sleep.

Cannot WAIT to see the American Version!

Hotter Than My Daughter

18-year-old Kobie is mortified by mum Sharon’s barely-there sequinned hotpants and twice-enhanced DD boobs.

SHOPPING PENGUIN

How has this video been up on YouTube since November 2008 and this is the first time I’ve ever watched it?

Shopping Penguin. Awesome. I so want one.

Small Mailman

List of Oscar Nominated Movies All Things Jennifer Watched This Year

1. Up

And the only reason I watched UP was because I was with my 4 year old niece at Smith Movie Night.

Now,  I know I’m not a movie person, but my goodness what rock have I lived under in 2009? Oh yeah the same one that had SINGLE LADIES by Beyonce as my anthem…out and about!

I read (and loved) the book Julie and Julia. And would like to see that someday.

The fact that Colin Firth is in a movie called “A Single Man” is reason enough for me to want to see this one. Swoon.

And the same goes for “Sherlock Holmes” but only because I have a huge crush on Iron Man Robert Downey Jr.

I don’t HATE movies and I do tend to watch more movies when dating cause you know DVD = *innocent* cuddle time. So perhaps I will get out more in 2010? Then again these days, I just prefer cuddling with a good book. Or if a man is involved, skip over the movie crap and get down to cozy…life is short.

Perks

I turn down almost every offer I find in my Yahoo.com mailbox regarding my blog…unless it’s about sending me a FREE BOOK!

Meeting Your Half-Orange: An Utterly Upbeat Guide to Using Dating Optimism to Find Your Perfect Match

Need some dating optimism?  In this memoir-meets-love-help tome (you’re allowed to be picky and encouraged to want it all to get your own “half-orange.” (The title refers to the Spanish phrase “mi media naranja,” which translates as “my half-orange” and means my sweetheart, my perfect other half.)

How timely! I love men! And I love citrus fruit!!!

Although I tend to devour WHOLE ORANGES and never even realized there could be a HALF an orange. (Wonder what that says about me!)

I’ll be reading this book tonight, report back later.

A term I wish would die.

Sexting.

Now…an article at AARP about said word I wish would die.

Sunday News: Horrifying

When I read the Buffalo Sunday Paper I found myself filled with rage.

Mother, son arraigned in North Collins death

“Erie County sheriff’s investigators said Cummings covered her daughter’s nose and mouth with her bare hands. By then, investigators said, the daughter had been doused in the face with a pot of scalding water…”

“Through the investigation, we found evidence of abuse going back to 1995, physical abuse and mental abuse also,” Kenyon said. “We’ve never seen anything quite as horrific as we’ve seen in this investigation. … The totality of what transpired there is beyond belief.”

Judge refuses to dismiss charges in baby’s death

“The autopsy showed the girl (7-months-old) died of “massive internal bleeding” in her brain, including two hemorrhages found directly under some red marks on the girl’s skin.”

“Kirchner’s basic story was that Abbigail fell off the sofa May 20, the day before she died, and struck her head on a table or the floor.”

“The autopsy found a scratch on Abbigail’s left upper forehead, with a brain bleed beneath it; blunt trauma on the back of the head, again with a corresponding hemorrhage; bleeding in the soft spot at the top of the head; and scratches on the left cheek and the left side of the nose. There also was a bruise on the inside of the right thigh and some redness on the left ankle.”

These two stories make me physically ill. And makes me wish more than ANYTHING that Protection Services actually, worked, at all…never mind.

If you’ve been in the unlucky position of being a mandated reporter and realizing your phone call would be better served at the local Mighty Taco these stories as HORRIFYING as they are—just remind you how F-ked up (and overloaded) the system really is.

God rest those poor souls…a better place simply has to await them.

Really?

Cause the way I see it and CALL ME CRAZY but discrimination is always the WRONG policy and doesn’t WORK. But I’m not a Senator or anything, so what do I know.

McCain restates support for Don’t Ask Don’t Tell despite growing opposition to policy on gays in the military

“Sen. McCain believes that (Don’t Ask Don’t Tell”  works.”

Shame on you Senator McCain.

Old news, but still worth the quick mention.

Andrew Young is just as douchy as that cheating on his wife who has cancer while running for President bastard I refuse to mention on my blog ever again.

Words you never, ever, ever EVER want to see…

Probe cites ineptitude in cockpit

“You want a prediction about the weather, you’re asking the wrong Phil. I’ll give you a winter prediction: It’s gonna be cold, it’s gonna be grey, and it’s gonna last you for the rest of your life.”

I like the Groundhogs Day quote found in my Tuesday email from MY PHIL even more.

Well here it is, the official Groundhog prediction, but not from that phony Phil down in Punxatawny Pa.  It’s from me, Lancaster Phil!  It’s 6 degrees outside right now, and I just stepped out into the very frigid weather to make my call, (and also get the newspaper from the mail box), and so here it goes!  No shadow.  So as far as the prediction goes, we will be done with Winter sooner than later.  I don’t know about any one else, but I just made my day with that prediction, so bring on the Spring.

February?

Um, it might be time to throw away Ye Ol’ Christmas Tree. Although the needles, oh all those needles to take care of after dragging downstairs. A friend recommended that I throw it out the window and let it slide off the roof. Tempting.

How did it get to be February already?

And damn, I might need the water left over in the tree holder for a *force flush* later this week! Better take down the tree…

Tomorrow…

“When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.” Benjamin Franklin

In other words, when the pipes are frozen for two days and water suddenly works again it means a pipe burst and exploded somewhere in the wall into landlord’s kitchen and basement and furnace (eek, no heat!) and once again, just like that without water. (At least I have heat… yikes!)

No shower for me in the morning. Don’t expect me to look pretty.

MONDAY AFTERNOON UPDATE:

No water until at least Thursday (fingers crossed.) Contractors need to remove kitchen cabinets, ceiling etc in the landlord’s flat downstairs to fix the pipe.

Ugh. Not a good time to NOT have a vehicle on the road. I feel defeated. And completely convinced the landlord is going to hate me and not renew my lease in May.

I’d say good times, but I’d be completely lying.

:)

:)

Bon Jovi just made everything ok in the world again…

Not really a live blog of the Grammy Awards…

“I’m afraid you’re just too darn loud…”

Grammys…I’m afraid…

1. I just don’t understand award show performances. Half naked spin, spin, spinning and lip-syncing from the ceiling? It’s all about the MUSIC right?

2. I have no idea what a Twitter Dress is all about. I mean where’s the streaming feed? I don’t see it. Or get it.  Or care.

3. I’m just not down with the peas.

4. I’m not gonna make it much longer. OLD! (Shakes fist!)

5. That’s what a woman? with a $ in her name looks like!

6. I have no idea who these performers are…

7. Taylor Swift and phenomenal in the same sentence might be pushing it, a little.  Oh poor, poor, pop starlet…why would you sing on stage with a legend like Stevie Nicks and think it will make you look good?

Caroline Goulding

Wow.

So young…

So talented!

I had the chance to see the 17 year old violin prodigy Caroline Goulding perform with the BPO this weekend.

Goose bumps.

I cringed when watching her rest her Strad under her chin…look no hands! All I could think of was how expensive the instrument she plays must be and when I was 17 I could hardly be trusted with something worth $100 let alone six figures. Even at 36 I wouldn’t want to get close enough to breathe on one of those violins! You did see the story about the woman who fell into the Picasso right?

Anyhow, Caroline is up for a GRAMMY TONIGHT for her CD.

Best Instrumental Soloist Performance (Without Orchestra)

Caroline Goulding

I’m keeping a close eye out for a win…

Saturday: Stay in bed day!

My oh MY was I Ms. Moody on Saturday.

Didn’t feel like doing ANYTHING and wanted to stay inside all the live long day and feel sorry for myself. Which I did. I stayed in bed as long as humanly possible, but for the moment I went downstairs to greet Alex at the door who brought me several gallons of water. (Thank you.)

Didn’t want to go in public without a shower. Couldn’t invite a nice man over for a visit…because things like BEING ABLE TO FLUSH A TOILET is one of those essentials needed on a 3rd-4th date. (My water mysteriously went away sometime on Friday…and mysteriously reappeared this morning at brunch time. Frozen pipes I presume?)

Anyhow, I cuddled up all day with my space heater…candles…books…kitty cats and the laptop. And life was good.

And it was one of the first times I spent USING the laptop! So cozy staying in bed and being able to check email!

Books Read 2010

5. Mating Rituals of the North American WASP

4. Little Birds

3. The Official Preppy Handbook

2. Give It Up!: My Year of Learning to Live Better with Less

1. Reckless- The Outrageous Lives of Nine Kick-Ass Women

Purple Sweater Poncho

Oooh. While at a conference for work on Friday I fell in love with this purple sweater poncho from a vendor across the way. So of course, I took a picture and texted my support team to tell me NOT TO PURCHASE THE PONCHO.

EVEN though it matches my purple glasses.

Pretty! $30. I did not buy. In the end, I wanted to offer $20 but 1. knew better and 2. didn’t want the vendor to think that our 30 minute conversation about getting a concert fundraiser together for Haiti might actually happen.

Life goes on…

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Snow Sun

My camera phone didn’t completely capture the eerie look of the sun peeking through the white-out snowy Buffalo sky yesterday…but it tried.

Tis the little things…

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was, well…MOZART and died in his 35th year.

My mom was a widow with two teenage children in her 35th year.

What have I accomplished in my 36th year? I’ve managed to rent an apartment that yet again, has another problem with the water. And when I say problem with the water, I mean. No. Water.

Good. Times.

Randomments

Ranty edition. But then again, what’s new, right?

iPad. Um, moving right along…I hardly remember I have in my possession a laptop. I think I’ve turned it on 3 times. I realized how useful it could have been today while sitting in between sessions at a music educator conference I was attending. Not being a musician nor an educator, I could have really used the MacTop.

Some coupon marketing offers really make no sense. Buy from Speedo get an iTunes gift card.

A friend called me a hippie last night. And the space time continuum veered into alternate 2010. Me? A HIPPIE? “I see you as the kind of person who would walk barefoot in Delaware Park.”  Well,yes, but because I was raised as a country girl not a flower child.

Yep. I’ve read Zinn and Salinger. And feel no need to say anything more about either. I suppose this makes me a bad person.

Even worse? I’m curling up with “Mating Rituals of the North American W.A.S.P.” tonight instead of Foucault’s Pendulum. (Which by the way, is quite excellent after the first 27 pages. )

I was PLEASANTLY surprised by the amount of snow in the City yesterday. Wooo! I was equally as suprised at how FREAKINGCOLD it was walking to work in MANY inches of snow while the wind was blowing from all directions. Brrr. I’m staying home all weekend where it’s pretty to look at and WARM.

Don’t you F with America…or Ryan Miller!

As found on Mike’s Pub.

Um…presenting the Hockey Mask for the Olympic Goalie Ryan Miller.

I dunno. Uncle Sam meets UFC? NASCAR Sam? Mr. Clean Uncle Sam? Uncle Zeus? WTF?

What do you think?

150 Friends.

People limited to 150 friends, despite Facebook, says academic

Um. No.

Especially using THIS definition of a FRIEND.

“He defined a friend as someone that the individual cared about and made contact with at least yearly.”

YEARLY? Really?

35 people

After Three Months, Only 35 Subscriptions for Newsday’s Web Site (NYO)

In late October, Newsday put its Web site, newsday.com, behind a pay wall. The paper was one of the first non-business newspapers to take the plunge. So, three months later, how many people have signed up to pay $5 a week, or $260 a year, to get unfettered access to newsday.com?

The answer: 35 people.

Cute Winter Hat Gallery

I do love my collection of winter hats. Of course, says the girl who loves winter!

I actually have quite a few more…I should take pictures!

(And who could forget the now retired Kitty Hat.)

Crochet/Knit Beard Warmer!

I’m in LOVE!

Thanks for the link MTW!

Scarf, hat and fingerless gloves in the office without heat. Thank goodness for free coffee!

Yep. Sounds about right to me…

“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

27 SMURFS!

My goodness! And FOUR HOURS left on this ebay auction.

$80 of smurfy goodness!

Lot of 27 Vintage Super Smurfs, Sports Related & Acces.
Current price:	$79.76

Extreme…

Indifference.

I HOPE everyone out there realizes I’m a huge Buffalo/WNY lovin’ community booster. But man, I’m already over the Extreme Makeover goodness that is still…lingering…after the Buffalo Edition was aired on ABC on Sunday.

I had tears…(SEE!) back when it was happening.

But the show in general? Leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I’m not a fan. So, I didn’t tune in. Does this make me a bad person? I don’t think so.

When I posted this on Sunday on Facebook. I got quite a few comments.

Jennifer L. Smith Am I the only person in WNY not watching Extreme Makeover?  View Feedback (26)

I only had one comment from someone telling me not to be cynical and this show, this time wasn’t just about BUFFALO but how to help the neighborhood as well.

I guess, I already realized this while the team was in action…although I wish it could happen…without EXTREME REALITY SHOW coming into town.

Didn’t that family deserve scholarships for their children to go to college BEFORE they *MOVED THAT BUS* sigh…and therein lies my problem with the show. NOT THE GOOD DEEDS OF BUFFALO, but the franchise itself.

What about all the other people in a neighborhood? (Up until the Buffalo show no one thought of this?) Why give SO VERY MUCH to just one family…make a TV show…insert the requisite teary eyed footage and exploit assist one family above and beyond what could be humanly necessary?

Yeah. So, that’s why I’m not a fan of the show.

A Light Lunch

Road Less Traveled Productions (RLTP) opens Buffalo native A.R. Gurney’s latest play, A Light Lunch, at the Road Less Traveled Theater January 29, 2010. The production is not only a Western New York premiere, but also the second-ever production of this new play, which debuted at New York City’s Flea Theater in December 2008.

“A Light Lunch could not be timelier,” said Behrend “It’s been a full twelve months since George W. Bush departed from the White House, and A.R. Gurney dares to ask: just what exactly has he been up to?”

The answer to that question is addressed over a lunch meeting between fledgling Texas attorney Beth (Wegrzyn) and NYC theatre agent Gary (Witten); central to the discussion is a new play-in-development by noted playwright A.R. Gurney. The subject: George W. Bush. Beth wants to purchase the rights to the play on behalf of a mysterious client, but Gary is suspicious of Beth’s motives and protective of his own client–A.R. Gurney. Sparks—both romantic and ideological—begin to fly, and it’s left to an intrusive waitress (Vitrano) to help resolve matters.

“A Light Lunch shows a very different kind of Gurney humor,” said Behrend. “It’s a farce, but it’s very political, though not always in the easy ways you might expect.”

By the end of the play, Behrend promises that Gurney not only lampoons the former President’s public image problems, but also attempts to imagine a rehabilitated and redeemed George Bush.

“Basically, Gurney gets to have it both ways; theatergoers on all points of the political spectrum should be able to appreciate this satire for being pointed but multi-lateral.”

Gurney is a Buffalo native who has enjoyed both local and national success for such plays as Love Letters, The Dining Room, Buffalo Gal, Sylvia, and Screen Play. A Light Lunch is his most recent play.

Behrend praised Gurney as a key figure in Buffalo’s theater history, and plans to produce his newer and lesser known plays in coming seasons.

Starring:

Matt Witten
Jessica Wegrzyn
Lisa Vitrano
David Hayes

Directed by:
Scott Behrend

Stage Manager: Susan Dickinson
Set Design: Ron Schwartz
Lighting Design: John Rickus
Costume Design: Maura Simmonds-Price
Sound Design: Katie Menke

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Single tickets may also be purchased in person at the Shea’s Performing Arts Center/Ticketmaster box office (646 Main Street, Buffalo, NY 14202), open M-F 10-5 and Sat 10-2; or at the Road Less Traveled Theater box office, 30 minutes before every show.

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Monday, Monday…

Walking to work in the rain…ain’t nothing compared to falling into a Picasso.

But it is BLUE MONDAY the most depressing day of the year.

Happy Football Jenny!

Yeah!

I still would have liked an undefeated season, of course. But…

Bring on the Saints! How fun would it be for the glossies to cover a Wife on Wanna-be-Wife Super Bowl Showdown! Kendra Wilkinson vs. Kim Kardashian. (Why do I even know this?)

Although I have no problem with Peyton putting Favre in his place either.

Geeky?

Clean!

Let the sunshine in…

January Pi Time!

Mmmm. Margaritas and Mexican.

Following the tradition of the Cleveland Contingent of sisters…the WNY Eta Beta’s have started a monthly get together. Because we love each other and miss each other and never see each other, that’s why.

Looking forward to February already…

Bets?

Buffalo Bills Interested in Michael Vick?

I’m in the mood for a little light reading this weekend…

CITIZENS UNITED v. FEDERAL ELECTION COMM’N

The first amendment lovin’ nerd in me wants to devour every last word. I’m certain to be conflicted by this decision…speech, yes…but oh the consequences.

Note to self: Watch Blades of Glory this weekend.

Birds of a Feather Wear Bad Costumes Together

“It looked like he spent the summer on a turkey farm,” said Jef Billings, a renowned skating costume designer.

“Frank Lloyd Wright’s houses were superb, too, but very uncomfortable to live in,” he said.

Tara Lipinksi won gold at the 1998 Winter Games in Nagano, Japan, in a costume that suggested: I’m going to my first Communion and I intend to yodel.

It seemed to Billings that Aleksei Urmanov, the 1994 Olympic champion, wore “more ruffles than a Marie Osmond collector doll.”

Johnny Weir is a three-time American champion but full into his Russian phase. He has described previous costumes as a “Care Bear on acid” and an “icicle on coke.”

Gingervitis

I notice quotes more…now that I have to use them for Press Releases at work.

This one, um, to the point.

“Most pregnant women have bleeding gums and most don’t have dead babies.”

Prostidude

A link shared by Stallion, thank you.

Ick.

Prostidude’ starts work at Nevada brothel

And he created a dustup after telling Details Magazine that his pioneering role in the sex business was “just the same” as civil rights icon Rosa Parks refusing to give up her seat and move to the back of the bus. Not surprisingly, he has been forbidden from doing interviews after the remarks.

Senator Brown

I know this is super old news, I saw it months ago and never posted. But just in case.

Welcome Senator Brown.

SAVE THE BOOKS!

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Borders Plans to Trash Tens of Thousands of Unsold Books!

Some employees from the Borders Group have outed their company for plans to trash tens of thousands of books when they close over 200 Waldenbooks locations by the end of January.

The employees made a facebook group describing the company’s intent to rip the covers off unsold books, pack them up and send them back to warehouses to be trashed. The plan is to spread the news and pressure Borders to donate instead of dump the unwanted merchandise. And that’s not the worst of it – this is actually standard practice for most chain bookstores.

END OF THE WORLD!

Most. Ridiculous. Headline. Ever. “

“The World Bids Farewell to Obama”

German commentators say it is the end of hope.

C’mon people? Really?

As I wrote in my blog on a November Day in 2008…

I wish for his multitudes of supporters, patience.

We Are The…

In other news, this could quite possibly be a sign of the end of the world…

‘We Are the World’ Sequel Set to Aid Haiti

Plans are still sketchy, but one thing’s for sure: In some way, the song’s co-author Michael Jackson will be invoked.

Weekend at Bernies anyone?

SHOCKER!

Edwards admits fathering child with mistress

And from here on out this blog will be John Edwards slimebag free.

DDon’t DDiss the DD’s

The Breast Hypocrites

Mine are real and fabulous, thank you very much.

Moody!

Whoosh.

My mood went from 10 to 1 this afternoon…

Interjections
(4:35 pm Wheeee!)

Show excitement
(4:37 pm YAY!)

and emotion
(4:40 pm BOO!)

They’re generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point
(5:00 pm BAH!)

Or by a (DRINK!) when the feeling is very strong.
(6:00 pm)

WBFO- ALL NEWS!

I’m SUCH a nerd. When I just read this email I went out loud “ooooooh!”

And realized I was excited about an all news NPR format, yes people this is me.

Dear WBFO friends,

On February 1st, we’re coming out with some significant changes for the region’s NPR station.  For the first time in our 50-year history, WBFO, 88.7FM will be offering a complete daytime schedule of NPR news and information programs from morning until evening. For quite a while, listeners like you have asked us for more of the shows that you’re passionate about, and we’ve heard you.

Penguin Awareness Day

Penguin Awareness Day: January 20

I’m aware. Are you?

BOOK SWAP?

I need 6 people who are interested in a book swap. Do you have one book you would be interested in parting with? Requires less then $3 in postage. Let me know!

One more point…it is in the format a-la-chain letter…you send one book and need to find 6 people to participate, and they send one book…etc…still in? (My 6 people will be sending to my sister-in-law! wooo!)

“Obama’s Party”

Interesting choice of words for the headline…

Obama’s party loses Kennedy seat

The US Republican party’s shock win in the Massachusetts Senate race threatens to derail President Obama’s healthcare plan.

A Year Later, Voters Send a Different Message

It is not just questions of policy: for Mr. Obama and the Democrats, already worried about the coming midterm elections, the results could hardly have been more distressing. States do not come more Democratic than Massachusetts, the only one that voted for George McGovern over Richard Nixon in 1972, a fact that older residents still recount with fresh pride. By challenging the legacy of Edward M. Kennedy, the holder of the contested seat for 46 years and a liberal icon, the Republican victory could only be dispiriting to the left.

Man of the People

Brown, by contrast, was the people’s genius, a guy’s guy who conveyed genuineness — the antithesis of everything Americans despise in Washington. The un-elitist, Brown was more than an alternative to his rival. He was a reformer promising change to a people weary of hope.

Democrats trying to paint Republicans as the “Party of No” were simply being crushed by a candidate who was saying, “Oh, yes we can, but not like this.” Remorseful independents who had voted for the unifying and faux-centrist Barack Obama responded to the candidate who seemed to be in touch with their reality.

On the surface, Brown’s success, especially among independents, suggests that the GOP tent is expanding to make room even for moderate, pro-choice candidates like Brown. Have fiscal conservatives displaced social conservatives as the base?

*Disclaimer- I’m NOT a fan of his position on Same-Sex Marriage.*

Yeppers.

Gailey is the Bills new head coach

“I have, through the years, come to understand what it takes to build a winning organization,” said Gailey in his opening remarks.

And unfortunately, what you have here in Buffalo ain’t it…

Mornings

Bah!

Seriously something has been living in my soul since vacation that doesn’t want to get up in the morning or go to work—at all. And I LOVE my job.

Can’t imagine how I’d feel if I hated what I did for a living…

Pants on the Ground

Am I the ONLY person out there who doesn’t watch (or care about) American Idol?

Walking Apple Diet?

Apparently eating an apple a day and walking back and forth to work can create an unexpected weight loss.

Penguin Sheets

The penguin flannel sheets B bought me for Christmas make it nearly impossible to get out of bed…Also, when he went to look for penguin sheets online, he found my blog. Ha!

Merge

Workplace shootings at Merge? Dear God…

From Merge Restaurant Website

Costner Family

Our hearts are with the Costner family at this time.

We are shocked and saddened by the tragedy that occurred today.  It was an isolated incident and a random act of violence.

We are accepting charitable donations of any size for the Costner family.

Thank you.

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Or try yoga?

Found on Jezebel.

Want: Hair

Adorable haircut! Want!

I can’t pull off bangs though. And it might be a tad bit too short. Oh well…

“Women should ‘vajazzle’ their vajay-jays.”

Jennifer Love Hewitt in shock ‘vajazzling’ admission

“A friend of mine Swarovski Crystaled my precious lady and it shined like a disco ball.”

Some people have too much money on their, um…hands?

MY PRECIOUS LADY?

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Ch. 2 On Your Side is holding a live phone bank to benefit the American Red Cross tonight from 5pm to 6:30pm.

Ways to Help Earthquake Victims in Haiti

Words?

None.

More than 7,000 people were buried in a mass grave with thousands more awaiting burial in the streets and outside the morgue.

“The thinking person’s Da Vinci Code”



Good golly.

I picked this book off the shelf last weekend, browsed it quickly and put it by my bed with only the best intentions of course…

Other books brought on the same journey included: God of Small Things, Franklin and Winston and Bowling Alone.

I made the mistake of telling someone I picked the book up and now we are attempting to “read it together.” (For the rest of our lives?)

Only on page 17ish and already seeking out “an incomplete concordance to Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco.” I’m pretty the sum of my way too many years of college and law school don’t even come close to the knowledge contained within those few pages alone.

And yet…tis now a challenge. Literary Sadomasochism.

All the single ladies!

I saw this link on Lisa’s Facebook page the other day and never blogged about it. Priceless!

Tips for Single Ladies (1938)

Give It Up!: My Year of Learning to Live Better with Less

Give It Up!: My Year of Learning to Live Better with Less

I almost gave up this book at Page 3

“Would it be possible to live without a hundred boxes of designer shoes, costly microbrewed coffee, expensive handbags or the ever present cell phone that fueled my everyday existence?”

Ugh. Um, yes. YES YOU SHOULD BE LIVING WITHOUT A HUNDRED BOXES OF SHOES. Ok, in fairness as my friend Stephanie suggested these are the AUTHORS vices and not my own. However, as most of you know…I see concepts like this through my own personal lens. So…since I felt I couldn’t relate, which is what I was looking for I tossed the book aside immediately and it wasn’t until after the New Year I found it still sitting there on my shelf, unread. I thought MAYBE I would give it one more shot, it was a small book and in the right mindset for the New Year, right?

Month One: Alcohol

Month Two: Shopping

Month Three: Elevators

Month Four: Newspapers

Month Five: Cell Phones

Month Six: Dining Out

Month Seven: Television

Month Eight: Taxis

Month Nine: Coffee

Month Ten: Cursing

Month Eleven: Chocolate

Month Twelve: Multitasking

Basically, I realized I’m a much different person than this author. If I had to give up 12 things for a year I wouldn’t have picked, well most of these. But the idea was worthwhile. Made me think about how much coffee I drink. And cursing, yes I need to stop cursing.

But the others? Like dining out? I already cook. And cell phone? I need to use it MORE to call friends. Newspapers, I would be a happier person if I made it through the papers before work in the morning (this requires coffee of course.) My TV isn’t plugged in. And I think multitasking is a necessary evil.

So? Yeah, the book was another quick read.

Monday

Damn. I had a rough night last night. Up coughing for quite sometime and then around 4am the strangest thing happened to me. I couldn’t stop itching. I mean EVERYWHERE. OUT OF NOWHERE. Top of my head, behind my ear, armpit, stomach, ankles and toes. Could. Not. Stop. Itching. So bizarre and unnerving. I felt like I rolled in something I was allergic to without knowing.  This went on for sometime before I had no choice but to get out of bed and take Benedryl. About a half hour later, it stopped.

Of course that was close to oh crap it’s time to wake up am…the clock radio went off and I heard a horrid report on LASIK EYE SURGERY GONE WRONG. I turned off the alarm and called into work.

I woke up several peaceful, non itching, non coughing hours later around 1pm. And realized I had a half a day of daylight to kick my ass in gear.

So I wrote a to-do list. And so far, this is what I’ve accomplished. More than I have in weeks to tell you the truth. No, taking down the Christmas Tree was not on the list. I’m just not ready…yet.

And speaking of sisters…

I found out over the HOLIDAY that I am getting another sister-in-law to welcome into the family!

My step-brother Matthew and his lovely girlfriend Bekah are getting married.

And making me an Auntie once more this Summer. (I predict girl.)

I really don’t see my step-siblings too often, tis a holiday get-together type of thing over the years. However since to the wonderful creation of FACEBOOK I have been more in touch with my adorable step-sister Vanessa than ever before. (And many of the other side of the family as well.)

For this, I am thankful.

Bling!

My sister-in-law on her blog posted a picture of the *bling* she made for me for Christmas.

I love it so! Pearls! So pretty!

Such a crafty woman. Love her.

Randomments

East Boston Cat Called For Jury Duty (thanks Craig!)

I can sort of see how this mixup might occur. What I don’t understand is how the request was denied to remove the CAT from Jury Duty?

Goldman Sachs Considers Charity Requirement

I’m all for charitable giving but requiring employees to give the HUGE bonuses don’t look as HUGE? Silly.

NBC ending Leno’s nightly prime-time show

Aw. Demotion for Jay.

FINALLY Tucker’s *HuffPo* site launches…The Daily Caller.

“And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I’m really looking for, is not something i can articulate. It’s nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain turns off and your heart turns on.

Elizabeth Wurtzel

Weekend Update

Weekend is over? Already? How is that possible?

Still angry at the Colts Re: Jets. But the Patriots…ahhhhh. Sweet.

I think I like Lady Gaga.  Been listening to Bad Romance on repeat today. Who knew?

The end.

Smart=Ivy League

OF COURSE!

Grrrr.

I won’t even get INTO the non-merits of the discussion behind this blog post on the HuffPo.

Why Do the Smartest Women Have the Toughest Time Dating?

I’m annoyed just by the TAGS on this post alone. OF COURSE THE ONLY SMART WOMEN are IVY LEAGUE EDUCATED. WTF?

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Birthday Burger!

Bacon Egg Burger. Oh how I love thee, let me count the ways. (Or not.)

Maggie took me out to lunch yesterday for a post-birthday treat! (You know cause I totally canceled on her at least 3 times in the past 3 weeks. Some friends are too good to be true. I have more than I deserve who fit into this category.)

I picked K. Gallagher’s because they have THE best burgers AND started making the Bacon Egg Burger this Summer and kept it on the menu!

The first time I discovered this beast I was visiting friends in Cleveland and we had lunch at Red Robin. You know, the days of long ago when Cleveland was sooo much cooler than Buffalo and had a Red Robin and Buffalo had no idea such a place existed. Who needs Red Robin when K Gallagher’s is a 2 second walk from my office.

Egg. On a burger. PERFECTION!

But, please…don’t put a pickle on my burger, cause it reminds me of my girl.

Bad H&M

REALLY?…why would you slash perfectly good clothes when there are so many in need?

H&M and Wal-Mart destroy and trash unsold goods