happy birthday chuck norris

70 years later and still bad ass.   chuck norris turns 70.  corey haim overdoses.  coincidence?

in chuck's honor, i am posting my favorite norris-isms of all time:

1.   Darth Vadar dresses up as Chuck Norris for Halloween.

2.   Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.

3.   Chuck Norris doesn't sleep, he waits.

4.   If you spell Chuck Norris in Scrabble, you win.  Forever.

5.   What's 30 times Chuck Norris?  Oblivion.

signs

signs of maturity:
1. foregoing a bagel for breakfast for the healthier yogurt option
2. sticking to my exercise plan
3. walking to work this morning in the rain/snow and saving the money from the cab fare
4. realizing i have read just as many non-fiction books as pink books in the past year

signs i am not really as mature as i think:
1. forgetting that i was in public on my walk to work this morning and dancing on the street when a particularly awesome smith's song came on
2. laughing hysterically at the picture of rick in his storm trooper helmet
3. stopping each time the filet o' fish commerical comes on to sing along
4. realizing that the number of tween shows i watch on the CW far exceeds the number of newspapers i read and being completely ok with that statistic

stuff i wish i thought of part 2

http://www.thirdanddelaware.com/

Anyone who knows me can attest to my love (ok fine, obsession) with anything related to fashion.  Second only to fashion is anything related to 80s and 90s pop culture.

Imagine my happiness then, when I stumbled across a website dedicated to the fashion of the tv show Roseanne.    It is like the cross section of all things fabulous.   Brilliant.

my flops abandoned me

And I can completely understand why. I didn't want to leave Rincon either.

a symphony in meat

Take two beautiful steaks from DeBragga.

Add two crazy men who love meat marginally more than their wives.

Add some delicious sides made by one of the wives who can actually cook (i.e., not me).

Voila, Meatfest with the McGowans 2010. This evening ended in a sleepover in Monclair (i.e. Seth passed out) where I was ceremonially kicked off of the couch and ended up sleeping on a recliner.

But it was worth it.

why puerto rico, you ask?

1. Time slows to almost a stop on the beach in 85 degree sunny weather

2. Empty beaches with no beach passes

3. Cerveza?

4. Banana DANG (google it)

5. Julius the sand crab

6. The use of horses as transportation on major roads

7. No mosquitoes

8. The seemingly endless breeze that is just cool enough

9. Bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches for $2.50

And last but not least:

farewell new york

It is with great happiness I announce that I am never leaving this
square of Rincon beach. I will welcome visitors and gifts. I only
ask that my lovely friends watch over my shoes and bags (with the
understanding that any and all bags can be borrowed).
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