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Archive for April, 2009

Audience Participation…Wednesday?

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

I’m looking for songs that have clapping interludes in them…like the Friends theme song “Your job’s a joke, you’re broke/your love life’s DOA clap clap clap” Or Veronica Mars theme song “We used to be friends but I, haven’t thought of you lately at all clap clap clap”

Thoughts? Suggestions…oh, and I’m not sure if that’s clapping in Prince’s “I could never take the place of your man” Is it?

Notes to self

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

1. You will not publish any of that douchebag poetry.

2. You will not be anything but nice to the awesome doorman who saved you from having your car towed even though he calls you Dawnie and you HATE that.


Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

Riots trade Ellis Hobbs to that stupid team in Philadelphia. First Vrabel, now Hobbs??? It’s a good thing I believe in Belichick and know that all he says and does is right and good. But Hobbs?? The *Eagles*?? Sorry, Sir. All you say is right and good. Let’s go Riots!

I smell Sarah Palin all over this

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

After a 747 made multiple passes near Lower Manhattan and Jersey City causing panic and evacuations in New York, the White House apologized saying it was a “photo op” gone wrong.
My question: A photo op for what? Are we selling Air Force One to pay for the bailout packages?

(Oh, but New Yorkers? Man up and stop acting like we live in New Jersey.)

Not so random thought

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

Politics is SO much more exciting than governance! Seriously, we are bouncing off the walls! Who is the Senate minority leader that lost *Specter*??!! Hahahhaahah Oh, I am so taping Olby and Rachel tonight!
It’s like that magical year when the nation kinda got a kinda black President and New York got a blind Governor.


Quote of the Day

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

So I was all excited about the Specter news, but 1) no one in my office gave a crap 2) Apparently everyone else already heard. Anyway, I texted Ugarles and his response was classic:

“Yes, I know. I can’t wait to call him a DINO!”

Hahahhahaha Me Either! He can sit next to Senator Reid.

Will The One Get Sixty??!!

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

Senator Arlen Specter faced a tough primary race against former Representative Pat Toomey. Senator Arlen Specter of Pennsylvania said on Tuesday he would switch to the Democratic party, presenting Democrats with a possible 60th vote and the power to break Senate filibusters as they try to advance the Obama administration’s new agenda.

Specter to switch parties (no link cause we don’t really know how to use our blackberry yet.)


Via Pearatty

Not so random thought

Monday, April 27th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

Dawn is a hypochondriac who should not be allowed to watch news stories which contain the word “outbreak”. In possibly related news, she now is dying from the swine flu. Probably

Thing I’d never say out loud

Monday, April 27th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

“Sorry guy, if you ‘don’t know what you and your girl are right now’, you’re over.”

Summertime…in Spring!

Sunday, April 26th, 2009 by Dawn Summers

Continuing the theme of the weekend, Saturday was also spent out “on the Island of Long,” not too far from where I had been the night before. J and I planned to spend the day with his best friend Jess (who is awesome in that not only is she a writer, she also shares my love of all things Suze Orman AND my fear of all disgusting animals) at the museum of natural history — but days and days of whining about how it was too nice a day to spend indoors, sucessfully resulted in a venue change to Eisenhower Park. This place was AMAZING! There was a huge lake, a golf course, softball fields and acres and acres of random woodland. We walked for hours and barely made it halfway around the lake. Okay, there might have been much meandering and bench sitting involved, but still.
But I am skipping ahead. First we had to get from Jess’ place to the park which only J as our guide. And that process went something like this:
“Dawn, it’s going to be the next exit.”
I proceed to start exiting the highway.
“Wait! No! It’s the next one.”
Repeat. Like FIVE times. Leading to the creation of “English next” vs. “J next.” Trust me, to convert between those two units of nexts involves imaginary number and heaving graphing. But we did finally make it out there.
The fine people at “Ike Park” provides each visitor with the opportunity to take a picture of the local wildlife…in this case, a turtle. It was perched so perfectly at the edge of the shore, that I was certain it was a statue of a turtle. But then it moved. And I screamed. And then took a picture:
Jess, who I seem to have infected with the blogging bug, describes the encounter: “we discovered a fairly smug turtle sunbathing. Yes, we took pictures. It had such a snooty stance.”
Though I think she prefers the snooty turtle to the geese that stole her KFC.
We had such a chill day, that we ended up walking the entire park without noticing — though we decided not to beat up a bunch of kids and take their swings…one of us did get in a tussle with a two year old over a cracker, though I won’t say who.
We ended up grabbing dinner at Friendly’s and then uneasily relying on J’s “visual memory” to get back to wherever the hell we had parked the car six hours earlier.
I’m not gonna lie…our faith was not strong…especially after he was all “when we get back, we should sit around the lake and watch the sunrise go down.”
“Babe, they have a word for that now.”
Afterwards, we drove out to her cousin’s place and hung out with her adorable fam.
“Hey, this is my friend Dawn,” she said introducing me to her cousin.
“Stand back, I smell terrible,” her cousin replied and we laughed.
Her cousin had two adorable kids and the youngest, a six year old boy beat up J, while the girl scarfed down her dinner before Jess could steal it. (Again, I am not going to say who tangled with the two year old over the cracker.)
As we piled back into teh car to head back to the City, I was all set to pull out the GPS.
“What are you doing? We don’t need the GPS. I have an excellent visual memory! I know the way home like the back of my hand,” J said showing me his palm.
“Gimmee that GPS right now!”
Ahhh, good times, good times.
I can’t wait for our fishing trip.