tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89577102024-03-18T23:55:08.805-04:00The Dazzling Adventures of Ms. VA collection of tales about things that tickle my funny bone and a wide variety of life's general annoyances.Ms. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.comBlogger260125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-7346259270958149872013-10-30T00:02:00.000-04:002013-10-30T00:02:29.535-04:00With friends like these...Dufort: "May I make a suggestion?"<br />
Me: "Of course."<br />
Dufort: "When I'm 80, we give it a go."<br />
Me: "Romantically? <br />
Dufort: "2056. That'll be our year."<br />
Me: "I'll still be gay in 2056."<br />
Dufort: "Who knows? Maybe I'll be gay by then too!"<br />
Me: "Your plan would work better if you were a woman by 2056."<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-57603839212273036642013-10-04T19:10:00.001-04:002013-10-04T19:10:17.754-04:00You can take the girl out of the northeast but you can't take the northeast out of the girlLying in bed last night with Renee, trying to get to sleep, playing the alphabet game. Subject: cars. We get all the way to Z and it's my turn.<br />
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Me: "Hmmm... would you count zamboni?"<br />
Renee: "What's a zamboni?"<br />
Me: "Oh my gosh! Ha ha! I forgot that not everyone was raised on the Canadian border and watches hockey. It's the machine-thing they use to smooth the ice. I want to drive one! They're so cool!!"<br />
Renee: "OK, you can count your 'zambia' thing. We should go to a game sometime."<br />
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:)<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-57264290539206426242013-09-30T22:12:00.001-04:002013-09-30T23:22:01.069-04:00Plans for the future Mrs. V Me: "Hey! Did I tell you my sister and Tarek got married?"<br />
Dufort: "No. Your <i>mom</i> told me they got married. <i>Mary</i> told me they got married. <i>YOU</i> did not tell me they got married."<br />
Me: "Oy! Sorry. Bad friend award goes to me. My sister got married! Elvis performed the ceremony, but he wasn't the actual minister who could sign the marriage certificate."<br />
Dufort: "That is one of the strangest sentences ever uttered."<br />
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:Dufort pauses to think for a moment:<br />
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Dufort: "I'd rather have Elvis Costello perform the ceremony."<br />
Me: "ME TOO!! But the REAL Elvis Costello, not an impersonator."<br />
Dufort: "Exactly!"<br />
Me: "I'm going to do it. Someday, my future wife and I will be married by Elvis Costello."<br />
Dufort: "You're stealing my idea!"<br />
Me: "No! You can't have her."<br />
Dufort: "No, the Elvis Costello part."<br />
Me: "Oh! OK. Well, we could just do a double-ceremony."<br />
Dufort: "Sure. Sounds great. I just need to find a woman to marry me for the 3rd time..." (with just a hint of sarcasm.) "I found the 1st and 2nd. Shouldn't be too hard to find a 3rd." (Still a bit sarcastic.)<br />
Me: "It's a done deal, D. We're having a double ceremony, performed by Elvis Costello."<br />
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Now we just have to hope this idea flies with our future brides.<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-20559619388796397742013-07-02T13:14:00.001-04:002013-07-02T13:14:26.936-04:00Reproductive RoombasTrying to explain medical stuff to people is fun sometimes, especially when that medical stuff is related to the female reproductive system and you're discussing it with a couple of guys. Science guys, no less.<br />
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One evening on Church St., with Mishe, Ben, and Patrick:<br />
Ben: "So how does that work? How does an IUD get inserted?"<br />
Me: "Well, you use a tenaculum to 'anchor' things while you insert it."<br />
Ben: "Tenaculum?? Isn't that a city in California?"<br />
Me: "I think that's Temecula. This is a tenaculum. It's a pretty brutal little device. There's nothing quite like a tenaculum."<br />
Ben: "You realize you just used the sentence 'there's nothing quite like a tenaculum.'"<br />
Patrick: "Why don't they just make an IUD that's like a roomba? It just trolls around and eventually finds the right place."<br />
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I gave up trying to explain. We laughed a lot in between. <br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-30476662610918806492013-03-24T15:53:00.002-04:002013-03-24T15:54:36.366-04:00Hot off the presses<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Minutes ago, another epic Ms. V/Bakondi conversation occurred.</div>
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Ben: Does that sound embarrassing? </div>
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Me: No.
Besides, once I tell you about my life, you’ll feel a thousand-gazillion
times better about yours.</div>
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Ben: Well once I tell you about MY life, you’ll feel a
million bagillion times better about YOURS.</div>
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Me: OK, we have to swap stories.</div>
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Ben: OK, I’ll give you a call again later and we can
discuss. We need to solve each
other’s lives.</div>
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We help each other out when in need.</div>
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xo, </div>
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<!--EndFragment-->Ms. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-58310300584181103582013-01-05T21:26:00.000-05:002013-01-05T21:26:01.761-05:00Exemplary Recently I sat down with a cosmo (of the drink variety) and my paints for a bit of, uh, "therapy." Unfortunately, my paint-water was held in a red solo cup. For those not in the know, cosmos are also red.<br />
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A text discussion with Dufort was also in the works.<br />
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Dufort: "You rock, you know that? You are made of awesomeness."<br />
Me: "I'm made of awesomeness? The woman who just mistook her watercolor paint water for her cosmopolitan and took a sip?"<br />
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True story. Luckily I caught my mistake before I actually <i>ingested</i> any of it.<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-60259971146399134792012-12-20T20:53:00.001-05:002012-12-20T20:53:25.273-05:00Once more with the cookingI had a bit of a dilemma tonight. I was missing an ingredient for a large batch of vegetarian chili so I called my mom to ask how crucial it was that I have it. She wasn't there. My step-dad kindly took the message and when mom called back, I was in the midst of preparing the afore-mentioned batch of chili, as well as mixing ingredients for chocolate-chip cookies (I can bake very well. It's cooking that is lost on me.)<br />
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She left a voice mail.<br />
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Mom: "Hi Ms. V. It's mom. John said you had a cooking question. First of all, we're in awe that you're cooking, then John pointed out that we'd probably have to eat it..."<br />
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Yes, they clearly have a LOT of faith in me. ;) <br />
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Seriously folks, this chili is something I can actually make well AND it has more than my typical 3-ingredient-limit. <br />
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Oh, and in the end it was my sister who helped me out, via the wonder and magic of texting.<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-72539568903050051112012-11-06T18:42:00.001-05:002012-11-06T19:29:23.205-05:00Sister suffragetteI take great pride in voting. I take it seriously. I enjoy it. I look forward to it. I have never *not* done it. When I moved from one town over and had to change my address with the DMV, I had the option of also changing my address for voting purposes. Of course I agreed to this and thought I was all set. Just to be safe though, I called the city clerk yesterday to make sure I was registered in my current town. I wasn't. Shocker. Apparently the DMV isn't too quick about getting the info to the city clerks (please note: I changed my address about 18 months ago.) The kind woman at the clerk's office told me it wasn't a problem and that I should go to the voting location for my current address, I'll sign a paper, prove I am who I am, and vote in my current town. No problem. Excellent.<br />
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Fast forward to today:<br />
I arrive at my the designated location, explain to the nice woman guarding the list of names "L - Z" what I was told. She sends me to the help desk. They have no idea what I'm talking about. None. First, one woman can't find me as a registered voter *anywhere* in the state of Vermont. She asks if I've voted here before. I politely tell her that in 1998 and 2000 I voted in Burlington, in 2002, 2004, 2006, I voted in South Burlington (the very same location in which I was currently attempting to vote), in 2008 I voted absentee because I was away as a student, in 2010 I voted in Winooski, and in 2012, I have verified with the town clerk that I am, in fact, registered. It turns out she was only searching the local database, not the state-wide one. Great. She tapped a few keys and finally found me still listed in Winooski. I go through my story again, tell her that's exactly why I'm standing in front of her, that I need to fill out some special form and I can vote in my current town. She calls over her co-hort who was supposedly the "expert" but, as it turns out, was much less helpful and less familiar with Vermont voting laws than even I was. The "expert" tells me I can simply go vote in Winooski. I politely explain that is illegal, according to <a href="http://vermont-elections.org/elections1/register_faq.html#Are there penalties for voting in a town where you no longer live">this</a>. She disagrees. I stop just short of pulling up the website on my phone to prove it to her.<br />
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Expert: "No, no. That's not true. There's no problem."<br />
Me: "Ma'am, according to the laws of the state of Vermont, I am to vote in this town - where I currently reside - otherwise I'll have to shell out $10k in fines. That's not ok by me."<br />
Expert: "No. That's not true, there's no fine. You just vote wherever you're listed. I'll call the city clerk anyway and see what they say."<br />
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She called the city clerk and apparently spoke to someone who was *not* the individual I had spoken to yesterday and was told to send me to Winooski. Again, I politely explain that is illegal. She continues to disagree. She asks if I've voted in Vermont before. I run through my list again, then end with, "My parents were hippies! They raised me to vote! I'm going to vote today! Bah. Fine. I'll just go to Winooski." <br />
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I arrive in Winooski, my name is on the list, they verify my :ahem: "address", I say "Uh, sounds about right..." get handed my slip and marker, and cast my ballot. <br />
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Happy day. Please, no one turn me in. I do not have $10k and do not wish to spend the next 15 years of my life in the slammer. Besides, the city clerk and an actual election official both said it was OK, so I'm going to say that I'm in the clear. Many thanks.<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. V<br />
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<br />Ms. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-60604382161809861712012-11-04T13:28:00.003-05:002012-11-04T13:28:50.121-05:00BalanceA text conversation with my friend Tori today:<br />
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Me: "Tori. Please motivate my lazy-butt to run. Many thanks. :D"<br />
Tori: "Lol MS. V!!! Go run so we can eat crap food!!!!"<br />
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I ran. It really pays to have friends who "get it."<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-20641194807530887072012-10-23T15:39:00.000-04:002012-10-23T15:39:15.049-04:00Food groupsVisits to my friend Jeff's home always mean a fair amount of wine is involved. Jeff, being a gentleman, also always offers food and is sensitive to my vegetarian lifestyle.<div>
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Jeff: "Are you hungry at all? I've got some yogurt and it's vegetarian."</div>
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Me: "I don't ever want to encounter a yogurt that ISN'T vegetarian."</div>
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Jeff: "That would f#@k me up."</div>
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Me too, Jeff. Me. Too.</div>
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(In all seriousness, folks, he's quite the cook and has made me some rather fine meals that have included more than just yogurt).</div>
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xo, </div>
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Ms. V</div>
Ms. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-68136558557460064712012-09-25T13:22:00.001-04:002012-09-25T13:27:36.556-04:00Warm fuzziesYou know you're doing something right with your life when a friend says <i>this</i> to you:<br />
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"I just want to make sure you know what you mean to me. You play a huge part in my life, and sometimes I just want to grab your beautiful freckled face and scream 'THANK YOU!' and hug you as hard as I can."<br />
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I am lucky enough to have been the recipient ("freckle face") of that statement. <br />
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Folks, if you have people you appreciate in this manner, don't waste another minute. Tell them now. Wouldn't life be great if we consistently showed our appreciation for those we care about?<br />
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OK, done with the warm fuzzies.<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-33801032808027791742012-09-17T13:41:00.000-04:002012-09-17T13:41:07.830-04:00Fabulous GeekdomI recently told my buddy Mike about a strange interaction I had with the ferry-booth-ticket-dude. What came out of it was not one, but two blog-worthy situations. First, the initial interaction and then what transpired with Mike. Excellent.<br />
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First:<br />
I pull up to the ferry booth as I do over, and over, and over again on my commute to work. Today, "ferry-dude-who-likes-to-have-random-conversations-with-me" is working. (Yeah, I know it's a long nickname but it fits perfectly. I'll shorten it to "FD" for the remainder of this blog post.) Out of the blue, he says: "So. Jupiter got hit!" That's it. Nothing else. No other details. Here's the full convo:<br />
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FD (a bit excited and wild-eyed): "So. Jupiter got hit!"<br />
Me (quizzically, and trying not to laugh a little): "Really? Wild."<br />
FD: "Yeah, some asteroid hit it. It has happened before. I just heard it on the news. If Jupiter hadn't been in the way, the asteroid would have hit Earth!"<br />
Me: "Wow. That's crazy. Have a great day!" /drives away chuckling<br />
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What transpired:<br />
Fast forward ~15 hours. I'm home from work and on Skype with Mike, relaying the FD interaction.<br />
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Mike: "Wait a minute. That makes no sense."<br />
Me: "No?"<br />
Mike: "No. You have Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, a HUGE asteroid belt (waves his hands out for added detail), THEN Jupiter. The alignment would also have to be *just right* for Jupiter to 'block' an asteroid headed for Earth."<br />
Me: "Hmmmm... That's what I thought too. His story seemed a bit 'off.'"<br />
Mike: "He's just making shit up. That's not right. You can't joke about Jupiter like that!"<br />
Me (HUGE SMILE): "Heh heh. You're an astronomy geek."<br />
Mike: "Yeah. Yeah I am!"<br />
Me: "Man... how 'bout poor Pluto, huh?"<br />
Mike: "Oh, don't even get me started..."<br />
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:D<br />
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I have rockin' friends.<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. V<br />
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<br />Ms. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-86380199729425180572012-09-05T17:13:00.001-04:002012-09-05T17:14:07.170-04:00You can take the girl out of Vermont but you can't take the Vermont out of the girl.Scene: I'm sitting in the break-room at work with my friend and co-worker, Kyle. He sees me mix my yogurt and muesli (both organic, of course).<br />
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Kyle: "No way. You have got to be kidding me. You have 'Vermonter' written ALLLLL over you."<br />
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Yes. Yes I do. Quite proudly. :)<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-38408226864411192282012-07-27T17:09:00.001-04:002012-07-27T17:09:33.669-04:00My addictions...Ben was, once again, counseling me on my spending habits...<br />
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Ben: "It's the same conversation I often have with you about spending money."<br />
Me: "Not spending it going to Phish shows?"<br />
Ben: "Not spending it going to ALL Phish shows."<br />
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It's my chosen religion, peeps. I can't help it. Also, we can't forget that Page is my soulmate. <br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-18620587992303051872011-12-19T21:13:00.000-05:002011-12-19T21:13:15.394-05:00A fine plan, indeedI went out with one of my good friends, LD, tonight. Neither of us will be having children. The following plan formed:<br />
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LD: "We'll be in the old folks' home together - taking care of each other."<br />
Ms. V: "That's right! We'll sit next to each other drinking our beers."<br />
LD: "It's a great plan! The one on Shelburne Bay is beautiful. Let's plan to stay there."<br />
Ms. V: "We can get rooms next to each other and knock messages through the walls, since our hands will be too arthritic to text."<br />
LD: "On second thought... we could never afford Shelburne Bay."<br />
Ms. V: "I'll have to work right up until I'm ready to be put in the home to be able to cover the cost. I have decent benefits..."<br />
LD: "I still can't afford it. It's way too expensive."<br />
Ms. V: "We'll get married! My retirement benefits will cover you! It's perfect!"<br />
LD: "DJ will be dead by then since he's older."<br />
Ms. V: "I'm saving my 2nd marriage for you."<br />
LD: "We need to pinky-swear on this."<br />
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:Pinky-swear:<br />
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Ms. V: "We could *totally* capitalize on this! It'll fund our stay! I can see the headline now... 'Couple marries after 50 years of friendship' - it would go on to describe our brief honeymoon on the lake and mention that we'll be making our home at the Shelburne Bay Assisted Living Facility. A real American love-story."<br />
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:Pinky-swear again:<br />
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Folks, I found my 2nd spouse. I couldn't ask for a better one.<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-14299148871594819552011-12-17T18:43:00.000-05:002011-12-17T18:43:33.693-05:00What's that they say about apples not falling far?My sister (EEV), my mother, and myself struggle with opening a bottle...<br />
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EEV (struggling with top)<br />
Me: "Want me to try it with my giant man hands?"<br />
EEV: "I think my hands are more manly than yours..."<br />
Mom: "I've got the manliest hands of all of us!"<br />
Me (struggling with top): "E! Do you have a set of pliers?!"<br />
Mom: "Oh give it here..." - (Pops it off with ease) - "Now what was so hard about that?"<br />
Me (in disbelief): "Jesus Christ..."<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-58685641174546728872011-12-05T19:07:00.000-05:002011-12-05T19:07:17.109-05:00Pain reliefWork. Planned Parenthood in Barre. The fabulous Molly is my HCA... <br />
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I've got a massive knot in my right shoulder (as usual, thank-you stress & poor posture) and am massaging it against a door frame.<br />
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Me: "Hey Molly - want to inject some lidocaine into my shoulder?"<br />
Molly: "Yeah!! Wait. No! Wait. What? You do that?"<br />
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(No, I actually don't do that, but I had briefly considered it).<br />
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xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-31783103257162421412011-11-03T09:30:00.000-04:002011-11-03T09:30:05.941-04:00Life in the North Country and making your escape...Winter will be upon us soon, a season I love but also a season that many people just don't understand. On a recent trip to my grandmother's, my sister and I decided to dig through old photo albums. We found one of our mother and her siblings standing on a rather large snowbank next to their ranch home.<br />
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Uncle: "Look at that. That's the roof. The snow was only 18 inches shy of the roof."<br />
Gram: "That was the year we went to Florida."<br />
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The best part is that my grandparents' trip to Florida had nothing to do with the snow, it turned out. My grandfather apparently made a bet with a friend that he & my grandmother could be in Florida by the next day. They were.<br />
<br />
Happy autumn-almost-winter!<br />
<br />
xo,<br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-26809795756011844332011-08-11T12:56:00.000-04:002011-08-11T12:56:31.301-04:00iPhone geniusRecently, while trying out the facetime option with our iPhone 4's, my friend Laura and I were confused by the fact that our screens showed ourselves, rather than each other. In other words, I should have seen her on my screen and she should have seen me. Instead, I saw myself and she saw herself. Our friend Evan witnessed this event and had the following to offer:<br />
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Evan: "Maybe it knows you're in the same room. iPhones are that smart!"<br />
<br />
:)<br />
<br />
xo,<br />
Ms. V<br />
(we still haven't figured it out)Ms. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-5632039332726638642011-08-10T16:15:00.001-04:002011-08-10T16:24:40.389-04:00Further proof of my cooking skillsHanging out with my cousin, Chris, this afternoon, I mentioned that I was about to go grocery shopping...<br />
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Chris: "What are you going to buy?"<br />
Me (answering her adorable little baby because it's fun to talk to him): "Pizza ingredients because that's all I can make. Cheese, sauce, crust."<br />
Chris: "Uh, how 'bout some onions? Peppers? Olives? Throw some veggies on there."<br />
Me: "Mmmmm... too many ingredients. Three is my limit."<br />
Chris: "You can buy them already chopped up..."<br />
Me: "Ehhhh, nah, I dunno."<br />
Chris: "Get them off the salad bar for crying out loud!"<br />
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:D <br />
<br />
xo, <br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-46474244512816410872011-08-09T14:47:00.000-04:002011-08-09T14:47:50.822-04:00Welcome back ScottAfter my dear friend and former fashion designer/model, Scott, returned from a 3-month long shoe-designing stint in Miami, we reconnected by hitting a local bar in a tiny town in VT. A random (and I'll admit - somewhat creepy) stranger struck up a conversation about the Miami club scene vs. the LA club scene. Scott had enough brewskies in him to get funny about it.<br />
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Scott: "Shit. When I went to the clubs I wore a speedo and cowboy boots."<br />
Me (laughter)<br />
Stranger: "Shit. What kind of club did you go to??"<br />
Scott: "I helped build Von Dutch. I could wear an eyepatch and a smile."<br />
Me (hysterical laughter)<br />
<br />
The stranger was actually not so bad, and he knew Scott was just joking around and having fun, so it's all good, peeps. It's all good.<br />
<br />
:)<br />
<br />
xo, <br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-44382430288427689712011-07-25T15:03:00.000-04:002011-07-25T15:03:27.028-04:00When two people who don't watch TV suddenly have one turned on, this is what occursA road trip last year landed me in Quebec City with my buddy Ben. We spent the morning getting ready in the hotel room with "The Today Show" on in the background.<br />
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Ben: "The Today Show... I want to have a show called The Yesterday Show."<br />
Ms. V: "This is what happened yesterday!"<br />
Ben: "Or The Tomorrow Show"<br />
Ms. V: "This is what we think will happen tomorrow!"<br />
Ben: "I was going to say I want a show called The 5 Minutes Ago Show."<br />
Ms. V: "For those with short term memory loss."<br />
<br />
xo, <br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-20544533797504115072011-07-13T15:40:00.001-04:002011-07-13T15:40:40.240-04:00A piece of advice to previous civilizations...From my buddy Mike: <br />
<br />
"All I'm saying is: If you're Mayan, you should *not* show your face in 2013!"<br />
<br />
:)<br />
<br />
xo, <br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-4688151752683917272011-06-25T08:43:00.000-04:002011-06-25T08:43:17.584-04:00An open letterDear medical licensing "stuff", <br />
<br />
Thank you for being such a tedious pain in the rump. Even though it seems like a bunch of ridiculous (and expensive) little hoops for practitioners (such as myself) to jump through, it protects patients.<br />
<br />
xo, <br />
Ms. V<br />
(I like to try to put a positive spin on everything, folks)Ms. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957710.post-48133585548898831022011-06-05T22:36:00.000-04:002011-06-05T22:36:01.378-04:00Answering with an exampleMs. V: "C'mon. Aren't I the most indecisive person you've ever met?"<br />
Bakondi: "I don't know."<br />
<br />
xo, <br />
Ms. VMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781360848899022949noreply@blogger.com0