Archive for November, 2010

>Shaving is the pits

>That’s why I don’t shave them. My pits that is. Before you get all grossed out and weird on me, I don’t have hairy pits. There are other means of hair removal.

Unfortunately I have discovered that where my legs are concerned, I have to shave. Get this, and don’t hate me, the hair on my legs is very fine and thin. I used to use an electric shaver, when it died I bought an epilator (which is now for sale) but it doesn’t grab the hair on my legs. So I bought a new shaver that for some reason while it shaves the hair in my bikini line area, doesn’t work on my lower legs. Which are the part of my legs that show so that’s where I really want it to!

So I bought a razor and shaved my legs. Since I haven’t shaved my legs with a razor since God knows when (cause I sure don’t), I cut myself in 5 places and ended up with razor rash.

Just so much fun being a girl!

— Sent from my Palm Pre


>Oh I am two days late with the prize giving. But I have an excuse. I am a girl and I was having ‘girl problems’. Enough said, if you’re a girl, you know. So I will be sending out e-mails for the winners, and I changed my mind and I am going to keep letting the world know the state of affairs (or lack there-of) in my life.

>If you want to win one of the 4 $25 gift cards (generic, can be used anywhere) send an e-mail to: bellabfoxx @ aol . com (you know how e-mail address are, remove the spaces) telling me how you found my blog and what you like about it.

The gift card will either be a physical gift card or an e-gift card. Your choice.

This is important, I need an address to send you anything. Your address will not be published, I won’t even keep it after the giveaway is over.

Happy e-mailing!

After this giveaway is over, this blog will be shut down.

>Making things easy

>Someone tweeted me saying they wanted to enter my giveaway but couldn’t comment on my blog. What can I say, I put restrictions on comments because I got spammed. So I’m changing the rules.

If you want to win one of the 4 $25 gift cards (generic, can be used anywhere) send an e-mail to: bellabfoxx @ aol . com (you know how e-mail address are, remove the spaces) telling me how you found my blog and what you like about it. 

This is important, I need an address to send you anything. Your address will not be published, I won’t even keep it after the giveaway is over.

Happy e-mailing!

— Sent from my Palm Pre


>My Blogoversary is coming up. I have been doing this for four years now. I can’t believe I am still coming up with fascinating stuff to write. (QuiET! My blog my delusions.)

This year instead of just cake I am giving away 4 gift cards. Each will be for $25. (Hey I’m a poor civil servant, who might be unemployed come January) There are two rules and only one way to enter. 1) Comments must be left on this blog (not Facebook, not Twitter, this blog post) 2) You must leave your e-mail so I can contact you. (If you don’t want your e-mail posted on my blog, let me know in your comment and I will not post your comment).

The way to enter is to post a comment about this blog (you know feed my ego) either something you like about it, how you found it etc.

I will pick 4 winners and notify them by e-mail.

>Just say no to Madison Square Garden

>My friend called me to tell me his daughter had given him tickets to Dave Matthews Band at Madison Square Garden, did I want to come with him? So I said yes.

Before I go on, I should tell you I am not a fan of Dave Matthews. In fact I don’t think I have even listened to one song of his. I was just thinking it would be a nice evening out. So this is not a review of the concert. Rather it is a rant against Madison Square Garden.

First of all, the website Madison Square Garden states that it is “The World’s Most Famous Arena” and it is located in Manhattan. Last time I checked, Manhattan is in New York State. As such, it is subject to New York State law, the law that concerns me is “New York State Clean Indoor Air Act”, see the website here. On this website it mentions indoor areas where smoking is prohibited, the exact wording is “The Act states that smoking shall not be permitted and that no person shall smoke in the following indoor areas:”, one of those places is (drumroll please) “All indoor arenas”

In addition to that, on Madison Square Garden’s own website, under “Code of Conduct” it says, and I quote “As required by the City of New York, guests shall not smoke anywhere in our facilities.” and “In compliance with New York City regulations, there is no smoking permitted anywhere in Madison Square Garden. This policy is strictly enforced. Violation of this regulation is grounds for ejection. Furthermore, all exits are final and MSG does not allow for smoking passes.”

I am here to tell you that this is a lie. Like the cake is a lie. The smoke in our section (cigarette and other stuff) was so thick, the following wasn’t necessary:

Guests are encouraged to report inappropriate or offensive behavior to an Usher, Security Officer or Guest Services Representative.

All one had to do was walk inside the seating area and they would have known. Not only that, when we left, (early because for one thing I couldn’t breathe) there were no Ushers, Security Officers in sight, the only person I saw was a vendor, selling crappy beer.

The reason I’m so pissed off about this, I’ve been to Yankee Stadium, which holds 50,000 people and there is no smoking in Yankee Stadium. Its enforced. So if Yankee Stadium can enforce this policy with a lot more people, why can’t Madison Square Garden? Not only that, but Yankee Stadium gives you a number where you can “Text any concerns you have.” Also, our seats were $75 (granted I didn’t pay for it but still) and we were almost touching the ceiling, so you know the seats lower down cost more, on the floor probably a lot more. You would think at those prices they would hire enough people to enforce the non-smoking policy, or at least have a text system like Yankee Stadium does.

This is the end of my rant. It is also the only time I will be at Madison Square Garden.

>The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald


A tribute to the 29 men who died November 10, 1975, aboard the Edmund Fitzgerald in Lake Superior.


The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called “Gitche Gumee”
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that big ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the Gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship’s bell rang,
could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing
And ev’ry man knew, as the captain did too
’twas the witch of November come stealin’
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin’
When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin’
“Fellas, it’s too rough t’feed ya”
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
“Fellas, it’s bin good t’know ya!”
The captain wired in he had water comin’ in
and the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when ‘is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
if they’d put fifteen more miles behind ‘er
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the Maritime Sailors’ Cathedral
The church bell chimed ’til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call “Gitche Gumee”
“Superior,” they said, “never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early”

>Branching out


Em made her nail appointment for Monday because D left for Florida on Sunday. I left work to meet up with her. On the way to meet her I stopped at Sephora, I got a set of eyeliner pencils in cool colors. After the nail appointment we went down to see Ashley. I took the subway since I was wearing my dress boots and Em walked. I got there before Em and decided to replace on my studs with a ring. I got black gold with cubic zirconium.

After that we went for dinner at a ‘fast food pasta place’ Hello Pasta. I got gluten-free pasta with sauce with sausage and peas. It was very good. Em says, if she lived near there she would eat there all the time. After dinner we went to another place Em had a groupon for called Flute. Read my review here. Then we headed back to Grand Central Terminal.

My feet hurt so bad, I am wearing my sneakers today and feet still hurt.

>We have hoodlums

>in our neighborhood. I don’t think I mentioned the dead skunk in the van. As bad as you are imagining it, it was worse.

Earlier this week, D mentioned when he got in the car the low tire pressure alarm went off. When he checked the tires, they were all down to 20 psi. No way that just happened, someone let the air out.

I told Stitch to check the air pressure in my car, he said “I am very sensitive and I would have noticed if the tires were low.” So he hasn’t done it. I would have checked it Wednesday, but I was barely able to get out of bed. So I will check it Saturday and if the tires are low, somebody is getting Gibbs slapped.