tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12717939570835153852012-02-19T21:36:39.609-06:00<i>It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.</i> - Oscar WildeDenise Kujawahttps://profiles.google.com/115248969574487054220noreply@blogger.comBlogger1511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1271793957083515385.post-40463428719873835192011-05-06T13:26:00.000-05:002011-05-06T13:26:16.978-05:00

If I had to pick the one innovative thing on the planet that has altered the fabric of good-natured humanity for all time...The familiar strains of a bullhorned lullaby drifting through the humid summer air a few blocks away would send Bromas and I into a shrieking, money-sucking whirlwind of glee. No coat pocket in the closet was safe from the grasping hands in search of cash when the creepy

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When I was a kid, I think my mom got bored of hearing us ask, "What's for dinner?" She started coming up with new and exciting meal options. One night "snakelips" appeared on the menu...and it stuck.Snakelips became the go-to name for Kraft Mac & Cheese. Hamster belly just started from a Mad-Lib I remember my brother and I doing in the car with my mom while we were waiting outside of the

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I found this on PostSecret:I wondered the same thing. I could only guess because I haven't had my abode completely burn down yet. That kitchen incident, I only left after I was sure I put the candle-induced fire out (thereby coating the entire room in white) and my next-door neighbor and good friend Jody grabbed me by the arm and forcibly removed me.Don't dwell on it. Just ask yourself. What's

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That's us. Actually we're much smaller.I was following along with my friend Wood's Astronomy class and learned some really cool stuff. Everywhere you look on the internet, it is mentioned how difficult it is to grasp the age of the Universe and Earth. Big numbers don't explain the concept very clearly. So this example (also, found everywhere on the internet) was kind of stunning.If you compressed

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Taking some time today to contemplate the meaning of Memorial Day, I find myself feeling genuine heartache at the ultimate sacrifices of our men and women, young and old, at home and across the oceans in times of strife. Some made a choice, some were drafted. Most put aside their way of life and did their best.Parents lost children, children lost parents, loved ones dying on foreign lands in

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What the heck is going on here? Have Facebook and my smarmy iPhone killed my creativity?? The best I can come up with is an anecdote that isn't even mine. After riding our mountain bikes in the Lowes Creek County Park this past Tuesday, my brother said to our friend E, "Oh man! I could go for a chili cheese dog from DQ right about now. Nothing like a bunned pork stick!"To which I cracked up and

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I decided to post this little DIY after I went to get the oil changed out of my cage (motorcyclist speak for "car") last week. I only wanted an oil change, and after getting the "You need to replace/change this because it'll cost you an assload down the road" speech for about 5 or 6 things, I smiled and nodded and told the guy to just change the durn oil. I was somewhat insulted that he thought I

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It's been an ugly two and a half months. I used to love Winter and deep down, some part of me still does. I don't think I would be able to enjoy living where there's no change of seasons. But the last couple of winters have seemed...joyless. Something to bundle up and hibernate through. It is at all possible that, having moved from the Chicago area to the Northwoods, it's because the amount of

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A friend of mine and I were having a discussion back and forth via email about his passions. At one point he mentions an old TV show where the self-contained episodes were very short. I immediately had this Vietnamish flash of memory of...."The Lottery"Part OnePart TwoIt was a short story made into a movie that we were forced to watch in Advanced English my Sophomore year in high school. Sure, it

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There's a young guy in my Composition class. He wears a bright white chunk of bling in one ear that you can see across the room. And he is swathed daily in Hurley surf clothing, much as I am fairly regularly donning Triumph wear. So every time I'm in class, I'm torn between assuming he's a poser, and asking him where all the surf nazis hang their toes off here in the Chippewa Valley. Honestly, I

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You see it in a quite a lot of movies. "Top Gun" comes to mind. There's a shot where Goose taps the gas gauge in a futile attempt to will the indicator to show there's more fuel (maybe it was Merlin). Occasionally, I'll notice that in movies. I don't know why I see that kind of stuff, but somehow I can pick up on it when it occurs. I suppose it's a device used by the director to emphasize just

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From an email to Trish:Tuesday was the first Composition class and the instructor told us then that we'll need a composition journal (specifically) and a pen in a color ink other than black or blue, because we will be correcting each other's papers on occasion (I'm think I'm gonna get beat up after class when that time comes). Not only did she speak that out loud, but it's clearly written on our

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I, along with the one other employee at our print shop, was let go from a job that I enjoyed and a place that I loved to work on December 8. On December 9, I was in the admissions office of a local business school on my way to digging in for a bachelor's degree. Between that time and now, I've been forced out of my childlike, "fun" world and into the grown up world. And hey, it BLOWS out here.So,

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I'm struggling, desperately, after six months of nothing, to finish my post about my day at Road America...and am hung up like a cattle rustler. It's two in the morning, and while I sit here, staring at my laptop, waiting for something, ANYTHING, to help me out, this link pops up on a random page I'm looking at.Thank you, Honda, for confirming my belief in the benefits of failure.I wish you all

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It's that time of year again. I'm counting down the hours until my 2nd track day on Monday, July 13, this time at Road America in Elkhart Lake, WI. I've graciously received a vacation day to do something utterly stupid. Mostly Naked once told me that I would be incredibly wired before track day, and there would be multiple bathroom trips and no sleep. He's also Mostly Right. I didn't have any of

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Brother only seems to have road rage when there's a car in his way. A few weekends ago, when we were on our way to watch vintage motorcycle races at Road America, a pokey driver finally moved over to the right lane when he was good and ready and my brother grumbled, "Fat lop of....look at him! Smokin' a big, fat hog!" Having not looked up from book two of the Twilight obsession, I burst into

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I hate grocery shopping. Hate it hate it hate it. I just posted up in Facebook that I hate grocery shopping so much, I've been using my brother's toothpaste for the past week. I had finally given up the fight and went today, because I was out of lemons.* * *Less than quick story...weird but true. Last March, after returning to Chicago from Tampa with Trish and her family, we are all trussed up in

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....be patient until I get everything in here up to snuff.

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I remember (ever so vaguely) when I was a kid hearing the now familiar strains of the wordless version of "Suicide Is Painless." I'd be trotting upstairs to bed or whatever and hear my dad downstairs tuning into a show that I knew was about war, but never realized was a comedy. Until about 10 years ago when they started showing episodes on the Hallmark Channel in threes or fours after 10pm. Then,

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Trish got me started again...Creative Taxation I'd Like To See In the World:I'm a fan of air quotes, but I'd like to tax the inefficient use of them.I'd like to tax people who pay for commercials and billboard advertisements but don't proofread them first (btw, Love, it's "voila"...there's an accent on it too, I think, but I'm too lazy to try to figure out how to Hyper-text Markup Language it).

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I don't use the bathroom much at work. It's not that it's skanky or anything, I just kinda don't stop to go. Get it? So on the rare day when I have one too many Dr. Peppers or the lunch went in sideways, I'm in there, staring at the little radiator thingy on the wall near the floor and I take stock of the frequent inhabitants, i.e. spiders. I don't know what the deal is. We aren't surrounded by

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My mom was the only one of my MILLIONS of readers (read: two) who braved up and sent me answers to the questions I posted up a while back.1. What is the one thing you would have done differently as a mom?Had I been more mature and well-adjusted, less neurotic and unaware of my own dysfunction, I would have given my children much more of my attention. I would have realized that they grow up way

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I love my Momma. She is my best friend, my mentor, my comic relief, my nurse, my conscience, my rock, my hero. Momma, I hope that your special day is exceptional. Though we live far apart, you are never more than a thought away. :)

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I've struck up an entertaining back and forth with one of our customers based in Fort Collins, Co. Sometimes people don't realize what spark they light in the cockles of my brain. My friend on the West Sigh-eed brightens my day with his friendly, pointy wit and the odd pop-culture speak we share. Recently we were sending emails with Latin phrases in the subject line, until he actually pieced one

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I'm hard at work behind the scenes trying to catch up on blog posts (I have about 6 in the works going back to February). Hopefully, this might hold you over until the dam holding back the Rio de Useless Info breaks (where IS the damn dam bathroom?).Mother's Day will be here before you know it. I was just in, uh, the Library, reading and I'm shamelessly stealing this idea from my current issue of

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My Very Creative Mother Just Creates The Best Stuff.That's a fairly useful mnemonic for remembering the nine planets. If they were Mercury, Venus, Cearth, Mars, Jupiter, Caturn, Turanus, Beptune, and Sluto. And if Pluto was still considered a planet.Anyway, my mom creates some incredible things with the brain cells she was fortunate enough to retain after raising my brother and I...and letting us

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I just wanted to announce to the world that I just looked through a bunch of Partylite stuff and felt completely and utterly compelled to buy...NOTHING.I think I've grown financially. :)

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Good Lord, I'm so sorry to disappoint all two of you out there who read this regularly. I've got a number of posts started, but not completed. I was hoping to get to them while on vacation in Florida, but vacationing with My Dear Trish, her husband and two small boys? Well, silence is a RARE commodity, and I need a measure of it to be able to write something that looks like I contributed my

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Happy Birthday Momma.You have taught me many things. The most important advice that you ever gave me is be who you are and let no one change that. I hope this day was a lovely one indeed, and I wish you a buttload more to come. :D

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About a month ago, a bunch of us riders made the 20 minute trip to Menomonie to listen to Turd's band. A carload or two of us met up at a fellow rider's house for pre-gig snacks and conversation. Brother, Anya and I rode up with E and his girlfriend, whom I believe E called "Killer" at one point. Killer is a sweet, very pretty young lady who cracks me up at how unfiltered she is. She isn't rude,

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I'm binding books today at work, which allows for much thinking because, other than focusing on "don't crush your fingers in this medieval, Teutonic device," there isn't much going on in my head. A song playing on our radio reminded me of a spectacular precognitive moment I had a number of years ago.Back in Illinois, when I was relaxing with friends post-work at Friday's, indulging in a Captain

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My blog stalker and good friend-whom-I've-yet-to-meet-in-person Cheryl is working on an art project that a handful of my family members are participating in, including my brother, my aunt, my cousin and my mom. Brother has outdone himself yet again...Give Me 1,000 Kisses

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Facebook isn't quite the devil. Yes, there are totally annoying "apps" cleverly disguised as ads, and probably spyware. I've been avoiding most, if not all of them because it creeps me out a little when you are asked to "allow" an app and it clearly states, "Allowing 'What Beer Are You?' access will let it pull your profile information, photos, your friends' info, and other content that it

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So Momma's blog had a "What kind of flower are you?" questionnaire and I'm a sucker for being told what I am. I'm not sure how relevant the Canna flower itself is to me, but the included description certainly doesn't sound far off.You stand up for what you believe in, even if it gets in the way of what other people think. You are proud of yourself and your accomplishments and you enjoy letting

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This might come in handy one day. I'm just sayin'.When the rest of the world thinks you're nuts.

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I just got home from my dad's house. I love LOVE the man, but he's spent the better part of his home-owning time living by the mantra, "White walls are better for resale." I like to think I finally, gently nudged (read: bullied) him into painting a wall in his house a color other than a shade of white. Granted, I do recall suggesting a lighter color weeks before, but he backpedaled and I let it

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Brother sent this to me the other day in an email titled, "Why Men Don't Take Notes."I think I know a couple of guys who went to the Gyna Colleges. Boy, were THEY surprised to find it was an ALL-GIRLS school.

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Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside. - Mark TwainAh, the flu. I only had one dance this year with the plague and it was all...um, below. That was after Brother had the two-way flu. For me, it only lasted for about 12 hours, but food was so unappetizing after that, it was a few days before I actually started eating solid food again...

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Brother and I were watching "Big Bang Theory" last night. In the show, dork uber alles Sheldon mentions something about fusing adamantium to his skeleton like Wolverine. To which, Brother barks a laugh and then looks at me as I look curiously at him."Did you miss that?" he asks."What?""Adam. Ant. Ium?""Oh...I never thought of it that way."Brother hesitates. "Why? What were you thinking?"I answer,

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I'd like to find:a rodeo clowna DMV employeea "sanitation engineer"a proctologista copa luchadora snake milkera Milwaukee Brewers Polish Sausage mascot...and ask, "What the hell?"

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I work in a print shop that is very small for the very large amount of work we produce. There are four of us at the most at any one time. If you've read Gary is 60, you already know about our fast-paced finishing man. We also have Chris, who is our sales dude, and also helps out greatly around the shop with whatever needs doing. Then there the boss of us, who as I've said time and again, is truly

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To the gentleman sporting an ivy cap in the foreign-born, armor-clad SUV:Dear Sir,This morning as I drove down the main drag of our quaint little burg, I noticed you right away as a stand-out. In the deserted section of the three-lane road I saw you in my rear view mirror, closing in at a speed exceeding the posted limit as I was accelerating (I know because I was already working up to ten over

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Yeah, getting ready for work without turning the light on invites chaos. Take the other morning, for instance. I went through the entire day before I realized my drawers were on inside out.Or when I overslept this morning. I hit the off button instead of the snooze and woke up with 10 minutes to spare before Fahjah arrived to whisk us away to work. I threw on a nearby "cleanest, dirty" pair of

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I started a blog back in 2005 on MSN and only entered a couple of posts into it, but tonight, while driving home through Amish country with Turd after listening to a cover band for a couple of hours, the "caution: horse and buggy" sign reminded me of this post...back when I was a wandering fool who would take any motorcycle available. Fahjah had loaned me his Softail and Brother offered up his

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Recently, I was forced to join Facebook in order to view pictures from a recent bonfire. I say forced because up until earlier this week, I've successfully fended off the urge to join this sort of website. I realize this might be something akin to old-ladydom. All right, it probably is old ladydom. But here's why the resist: I have lurked in a sportbike forum based out of the Cities and it's

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I think I have S.A.D.Granted, I'm not much of an outdoor person. Not that you could go outside and play when the wind chill will knock you unconscious. On the sunny, warm summer days when there's a light breeze and the scent of freshly-mowed lawn fills my nose, there's nothing finer than enjoying all that through the open window behind my computer monitor. I do, occasionally, venture out, but I

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My boss said the other day, "Once the temperature drops below zero, it really makes no difference how cold it is at that point." True. But when Fahjah showed me a picture on his cell phone that he took this morning of his temp gauge in his truck, while traveling just south of EC, and it registered 35 below, somehow that felt....North Dakotaish.Eau Claire and Chippewa Falls are about 20 minutes

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I'm just sitting here watching the Golden Globe Awards...really, I'm blogging. I don't watch these lame-ass wastes of time ever unless I've got a really good reason; Robert Downey, Jr. is nominated for Tropic Thunder...he was HIGH-larious. Mostly Naked and I just spent last evening at Turd's house for a bonfire (9 degrees, baby!) and MN and I were flinging RDJr's quotes back and forth.Anyway,

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Here you go, Cheryl. Official instructions on how to "Jump. Both Feet."Sorry, dear cousin, that this is only two sentences long. You can't squeeze jeenus from a turd all the time. :-)

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My iGoogle page has all these little widgets on it that inform and enlighten. I have a "winder" for a few blogs (yes, my own is in there, self-absorbed much?), another for my email, one for looking up words, one for "totally free crap", etc. One widget that has been most enlightening has been the "How-to of the Day" window. Every day there are two links to various "how-to" articles (remember the

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I've been rolling this thought around in my head for some time. I believe that we all have some hidden talent that could possibly go unfound if we don't think outside our conscious creativity. I know I'm not interested in creating most types of artwork. That is a talent my brother, mom, aunt, and cousin seem to possess and, most importantly, they enjoy it. I'd rather look at it. My dad has an

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I've just run through a clump of 80's movies in my Netflix queue. It made me think of things I miss.Polos with the collar up (since popped collar is now taboo, I no longer own polos. They make me look like a butch lesbian, or a Best Buy employee)Rolling the bottoms of your jeans tight against your ankle (conveniently disguising the fact that the jeans were floods)Gaping at boys in Cavaricchis (

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Unless you're me.Not far from my alma mater is a winery that I never ever would've stepped foot in until my best friend Choz dragged me in there one night. They have wine tastings, $5 for a sample of 7 different wines. Every month the flavors change. After that, I started planning a tasting once a month and invited my favorite co-workers and friends. Now that I've moved away, whenever I'm

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My old stomping grounds were the Northwest suburbs of Chicago. As I was growing up, my aunt and her two children, Heb and Beefcake, lived two blocks from us. My dad's parents lived about 20 minutes from us; my mom's, 40 minutes. My dad's brothers and sisters along with my seven other cousins were within an hour radius of our house. I lived there for about 14 years. I ended up moving a couple of

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My super-duper creative mother brought a bucket o' crafty bits to the post-Thanksgiving Day dinner table when we were all in Chicago visiting my family. Here's what we came up with...So when Mostly Naked saw my masterpiece (front row, 3rd from right), he thought that was our only Christmas decoration in the house. He also thought I made it in grade school. Proof that I'm an ARTEEST with the big

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As I've gotten older, I've become more interested in other people's perspectives, particularly when they're from another generation. I've started grilling my parents and anybody who wants to share stories from their past. A couple of weeks ago, one of the gentlemen I work with celebrated his 60th birthday. Gary is actually retired. But the man is stuffed full of energy and, honestly, I can't see

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Brother and I have a long-standing tradition each year at Christmas. The two of us historically have had ants in our pants a matter of days before the event and, despite the fact that we're both in our 30's, this has not lessened where giving each other presents is concerned. What sustains us for another few days is each of us once agreed when we were much younger that I would let him open one

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I'm easily amused not only by farts, but also by celebrities who are willing to step outside their usual roles. Examples. Enjoy! I did.Natalie RapsGive It On Up Wit JTRobert Downey Jr is the dude playin' the dude, disguised as another dude Tom Cruise PlayaComing soon...some more cerebral junk. About me, of course.

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I went grocery shopping last week, a requirement that I absolutely HATE to do, no matter that I'm eating marshmallows for dinner. I only do grocery shopping when the poo tickets dwindle to within two squares.I had to pick up some deodorant and, I just want to know...what the hell happened that caused the Secret deodorant manufacturers to get the idea into their head that I'd want to smear ASIAN

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I am an atrocious actress.My dad was pulled over by a state trooper for speeding as we were heading "into town" (I love saying that....couldn't, living in suburban Chicago), and the trooper asked, "Are you Tom's dad?" I immediately cackled out loud and thereby ruined any fabricated story Fahjah was going to come up with to get out of a ticket. The trooper knew Brother and was apparently amused by

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I'm not a parent and I realize I'm lacking the "if I actually had a child, I'd think differently" belief, but it's of my own poor opinion that we have become an overly-padded society. I never think twice about wearing all of my gear when I get on my motorcycle, but bicycling down the street? Helmets for roller-blading? Come on. Grow some neck muscles. I wear my gear because I must (in my head)...

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Riding in November? Never thought I'd experience that up here. Winter seems to come a little earlier here in the Chippewa Valley. Earlier than in Illinois, and that's only about 4 hours south of here. As a motorcyclist, I jump on any opportunity to ride if it's warm enough out. I usually save the desperate, upper 30 degree rides for the beginning of the year, when I've been off the bike so long,

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My mom's parents had a cottage up on Twin Bear Lake near Iron River, Wisconsin. Up until the early-mid 80's, we had traveled up there every summer for a week or so to take in the scenery and live among the giant spiders. And black bears. And skunks. And raccoons. You never would've caught me outside after dark. The spiders alone were enough to conjure up terrifying stories of small children being

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Brother and I are thinking this is a prime piece of living room furniture. So much so that we're considering reassembling his old bunk bed (upper decker only) my dad made for Brother when he was little, and buying a decent looking futon bed/couch thingy for under it.Thirty-somethings (three of them), who have been spotted--more than once--outside in their stretchy clothes, living in a house with

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I've had a couple of old Michael Jackson songs on my mp3 player for at least a year now. Old, as in, when Michael Jackson was still black. And...normal-looking. And you couldn't see his brain by way of his nostrils. I've played "Can't Stop Till You Get Enough" and "Rock With You" over and over and haven't gotten sick of them yet.I'm a crazy Google monkey, I will admit. If a thought occurs to me

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I won't say who I voted for in this past election. Let's just say that, since Wednesday morning's results, I've been looking for ways to survive the all-but-certain implosion of my IRA, the probable increase in my property taxes, and the likely pounding my small business employer is going to take, all in the name of helping those who are too lazy to help themselves.How to Make Alcohol from Common

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Cheryl, my faithful blog viewer and fellow blogger, "booed" my blog earlier last month. She posted a Halloween poem booing me in my comments section and then ordered my virtual ass over to her friend Claudia's blog, highlowaha.com. I, in turn, posted a comment that I had been booed. And, I apparently was the winner of a drawing for "boo-ees."I've poked around in Claudia's site a little, but the

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I'm wearing a t-shirt today with a fleece zip-up hoodie over it. The hoodie is causing the t-shirt to slide back on my shoulders and choke me. Am I alone here? Is this another one of those universal mysteries?

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Don't let it ever be said that I didn't try to teach the world to dig post holes.Working on a project for my job. Have a post in the works, but I'm trying to save my ass at the moment. Will check in soon I promise. Teaser: backwards, couples, all.

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As in, I'm doing sweet nothing today.I may have the best boss ever created by man. Thus, I am on vacation today. Short story...not that important.Anyway, things of observation...Remember that recipe I made with arborio rice and (GAG) tarragon? Well I still have the rice sitting in my pantry so I experimented a little last night. Chicken stock instead of water. A little butter. The rice. Follow

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I went with Fahjah for the monthly Sam's Club run to pick up paper towels and poo tickets in bulk the other day. I also purchased chocolate in bulk, and while eating my weight in flavored chocolates typically will soothe my winter ravaged soul, this time it's not working...the cold weather is settling in...my S.A.D. is kicking into high gear, and I've started stocking the fridge with Beamish and

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Anybody want a free month trial of Netflix? Email me your address and I'll forward the freebie to you. Enjoy!

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I have a moment to relax here at work and I went poking around on MSN. Scanning the page, I see this link, Britons jailed, fined for having sex on Dubai beach. I never looked at the article...don't really care enough, but immediately I think to myself, "What? British people have sex?? Together??"

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I've ridden the Freaky Tiki approximately 7,000-8,000 miles this season. By contrast, I think I've put maybe 1,000 miles on my Saturn Sedanmobile. Keep this in mind as you read on.Today, I took my car. When I left work, my car was running on fumes. I arrived safely at the gas station just off the bypass on the way home. I pull up to the pump, and get out. Somebody thinks they're funny and put my

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I'm about halfway through Such a Pretty Fat by Jen Lancaster. I'm not quite cruising through it as fast as her other two books, but it's still a good, decadent read. I am an avid reader of her blog, Jennsylvania, as well. Today's post...laughed my ass off. I'm telling you, Jen and I were once one person, split into two separate and completely opposite halves, likely in an experiment gone awry.

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"How does it happen that people stray from social instances and play with packing lists? Who are we to fly in the face of turmoil and dirt? There must be something more than this shape-based pricing."Huh. That was interesting. I thought I'd start a new post, but suddenly had forgotten what I was going to write about. The sentence above was me just typing the very first words that popped into my

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It's 4:30 am. I've been awake since 2:30 am. I'm blaming the entire pot of tea I drank at Border's the night before for the insomnia. But since I laid in bed for two hours, staring at the ceiling thinking about things that do me no good, earning a paycheck seemed more productive. Hence I am at work now before even the Army gets anything done.BTW, don't try to read a Jen Lancaster book in order to

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You can receive email alerts to let you know when I've got a new post!Email Alerts for Kuj's PipelineSearch terms: kujspipelineHopefully, that will narrow it down to just my blog, but you might see links to others.Type: blogsHow often: as-it-happensThen type in your email address.It should work...if not let me know. This way, I can stop getting questions from my dad and my brother asking me what

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Waiting at a stoplight yesterday afternoon, I watched a flock of small birds, maybe 30 or so, wheeling around in the sky over some trees. They'd swoop back and forth like one, in a big circle shaped group, all of them making the same sharp turns at the exact same time, but never seeming to be in any danger of colliding into one another.My brain --> How are they doing that? I bet it's bird "Simon

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Thanks for that title, Momma. When this blog makes me rich, I'm hiring you as Executive Tag-Line Creation Specialist.Back on Saturday, August 20, I started out with a serious weekend plan. No showers, all gaming. As I wandered sleepily out to the three-season porch to dine on a bowl of cereal on Saturday morning, Mostly Naked was already out there. He asked, "Want to enter a bicycle race with me

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I realize it may be boring to some passersby because my blog leans heavily on motorcycling and its inherent adventures. So I was going back over some older posts and suddenly, stories from my past began to bubble up to the surface.This one's a doozy...but probably only hilarious to me. Which is fine. My purpose in starting a blog was 1) to stop annoying the CV Sportbike Club forum-goers with my

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Heck with that...Ride angry. It brings out the intestinal fortitude.Over the winter, some club members decided to keep in touch by meeting for an occasional drinky-poo. Sometimes we feel the need during the riding season too. In some cases, it's the only time we use our cars. So, a Friday or two ago a handful of us wander off to the Joynt for 40-cent Premium Grain Belt taps. Undoubtedly, the only

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Not a single illicit drug has ever entered my bloodstream. All I had to eat a number of hours before bed last night was McDonald's Surf-n-Turf.So explain this red-headed stepchild of a dream...I'm queued up for a flight at a very small terminal. Turns out the terminal is part of a university. Turns out the plane is a fancy LearJet...corporate-looking. It's a neat charcoal gray with red and white

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Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Not the book. MY Zen and MY Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.Some riders are diligent and thorough. They will keep track of the life of their tires, their oil, their valves, etc., and will likely be able to rattle off the exact dates for when they come due.Me?Well, here's my "diligent" maintenance schedule:Male in my life #1: "When's the last time you

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If you know anything about Harleys, you might have heard of "The Legend of the Bell."Story goes there's "Road Gremlins" that love to ride along on motorcycles and cause mechanical troubles. But, they can't stand the sound of bells ringing. So, installing a small bell near the bottom of your motorcycle makes them fall off. It's a fairly lame legend, but the idea is kind of amusing to me. Reminds

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My Blog. I can.Those of us who populate the sportbike club are of a like mind when it comes to gear. On Sundays, we all wear as much gear as we can. Most of us carry that habit into the remainder of our time on our bikes as well. So when we see a guy on a ginormous-engined sportbike, in a t-shirt and shorts, sunglasses, baseball cap (on backwards, of course...for aerodynamics) and flip flops, we

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I had an impulsive burst of girly shopping and picked up a few things...And NO girl should be without one of these sweet, sah-weet modes of transportation...I also picked up a pack of white crew socks. Hey, they have "Hanes" stitched in pink, okay??

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About three weeks ago, our sportbike club hosted their 22nd annual Laguna Seca ride...which, if you are keeping track of professional sportbike racing, is nowhere near the actual Laguna Seca race. Anymore. But "CVSC Ride Then Drink Thingy" seems trite.It's held on a Saturday, we have about a 150 mile ride beforehand and an after-party at a bar/hotel about 20 minutes or so south of EC in Osseo.

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I've been hard pressed to come up with a viable post this past week or so...I have new purchases to share and still need to blog about the big club party, but I can't sit down and type much more than this at the moment.Mainly because I am struggling to read every last word of Walden. I am fighting tooth and nail against using the book during the early morning hours on weekends for target practice

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Given my freakish ability to recall the most useless bits of information, my brother suggested I start a "Ask the Geek" website. I thought maybe I'd start small. And here. After all, this is the pipeline for useless knowledge.So ask away. No question is too trivial. Occasionally, I even surprise myself when I'm right. I will do my best to answer without searching for the answer. But I will come

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I'd hang my head in shame, if I wasn't so darn amused by two incidences that have occurred in the last week.I think I mentioned in a previous post that becoming a motorcyclist has awakened a sort of hyper-awareness. It creeps you out a little when you realize you can anticipate other driver's actions. You no longer look at the car, you look at the driver's head and their eyes in the rear view and

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I'm totally blaming my mother for my bravery at trying new and exotic foods, because she used low-down, mind-warping, down right subterfuge to get me to eat weird stuff as I was growing up.Squid.Your average American would recognize squid as deep fried rubbery rings typically known as calamari. One night, though, after returning home from school, I find my mother in the kitchen cooking up what

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I was posting a comment to my last topic, but it got WAY too long. Here's me trying to clear the air (without any fart references...can you believe it?)...Anonymous Cousin: "At Last" is NOT embarrassing in the least. In my poor opinion, anyway. I'm having that song played at my wedding, should one occur. Maybe at my funeral too. :-)Momma: I refer to the embarrassment when playing your mp3 player

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...when the neighbors ride by just as your brother's mp3 player, plugged into the BIG speakers, starts playing "Hangin' Tough" by New Kids on the Block.Which prompted us to conduct a quick poll of our most embarrassing song/artist on our mp3 player. Brother couldn't decide if the above or having Gordon Lightfoot on his player was worse.Mostly Naked has John Denver's "Sunshine on my Shoulder" on

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The boss man found an internet station that's pretty good...WNEW, from New York. It's commercial-free, and I've heard everything from Marvin Gaye to Death Cab for Cutie, with some Depeche Mode and even School of Fish thrown in.The only bizarre thing, is that I've now memorized a 2-3 minute piece from one of their DJ's broadcasting "live" from the Bonnaroo music fest in Tennessee. Which was last

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...try to have a sense of humor about it.My helmet, as viewed from behindAnd yes...it's reflective. :-)

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Guess old Chet Atkins wasn't lying..Sunday turned out to be a good day for me. A friend of Brother's was in town with his girlfriend for a wedding and they both ride sportbikes. So there were five of us from our house on the club ride. Turned out we had our biggest group so far...twenty, I think.Here we pause in Chetek for a roller dog and Corn Nuts.I felt pretty good when I woke up today.

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