Encyclopedia of ME! G, H & I

For once in my life I'm not TOO far behind. Behind...but not TOO far. 

Here's the original.

Here are my updates:

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B & C

D through F

And without further adieu: G, H & I

Gadgets, Goretex, Good Day Philadelphia

Gadgets- specifically of the As Seen on TV flavor. I have a milk shake maker, a hard egg maker, the basket steamer thing, the slipper mops, the CitiKitti, I'm dying for a Shoes Under, I sport the Bumpit, I'd kill for pajama jeans (but only if they were made for tall girls- right now, they're not) Maks is about to get the GyroBowl, I can thank the Shake Weight for my sweet tris and I could go on for dayyyz about how much more organized my life would be if I only had the WonderFILE. 

A sucker born every minute, you say? That's me. I love crap.

GORETEX

I don't share the same occupational hazards as most. Sure, the occasional carpal tunnel from too much desk work and headache from staring at the computer screen happens from time to time but the bane of my work existence? The weather. I got smart to this fast, and even more so since we have a turf field, and hopped RIGHT on the Gore-TEX bandwagon. Because you know what SUCKS? A chilly spring day, when I'm outside to coach my team between the hours of 4-8pm when I'm braving the elements when it's SLEETING and I forgot my GoreTex. 

Welcome to Sucksville. 

I've gotten better as the years go by- most times my car looks like a camper's yard sale- 5+ hats, mismatched gloves and socks air drying on the seats, pants of varying lengths and coats galore (most with hoods.)

When you're indoors on these days, glad to be inside...think of me. Most likely, I'm out in it. FREEZING my bunz off.

I love Good Day. I watch this garbage every morning- they're rough around the edges, they say the darnedest things...and have questionable (at best) hair color/lines. I love me some JenFred and Steve Keely, and thank goodness after being the butt of the Soup's jokes for years Mike Jerrick is back in our town ranting and raving about anything. 

hot dogs, hoagies, Hawaii and hair pulls!

Jackie and I waxed intellectual a year back- what's better- the dog or the toppings. Remember- I LOVE food that holds other food but can onions, relish and mustard be considered food by themselves? We'll leave that one discussion up to the foodie lords but for now, I'll take both. 

Who doesn't love a good hoagie? Whatever you call it- sub, hero, sammich, I'll take them all. I love meat on delicious bread. 

I loved, loved, loved everything about Hawaii. Something tells me it had something to do with feeling a little rich with a couple of bucks stashed away for the honey moon but there's certainly more to the islands than that. They have their own culture, ABC stores (see gadgets, above) coffee, coconut oil, surfing, 50s beach movies among other things. Above is the very mug I drink coffee from at home whenever we have it- I love that mug. It makes me feel closer to the islands. Hands, off Todd and Maks. 

This is a head massager- we got one of these jawns in Hawaii and they feel magical- knee buckling-ly so. I've been getting hair pulls (it's what I call 'em essentially, it's a head massage) from my grandmother since I was little. I'd lay on the couch with my head on her lap and she's take a tiny comb to my scalp and brushed. Now that Todd's taken over, there are various apparati  involved but the go-to is the gentle pull of my tresses with his fingers. Magical. Knee buckling-ly so. 

Icing, incognito

I love, love, love icing. I've recently stopped pretending like I actually like cake- don't get me wrong, cake is OK but it's the same thing about dip with me- I used to pretend to like chips and stuff but they're really just the vehicle that I use to get as much dip as I can into my mouth without looking (too) piggish. I'd really rather just use a spoon.

...and so it goes with icing. I've stood at the refrigerator with the spray can of icing creating line after line of icing artwork on my finger and then systematically licked it over and over again and again.  

I used to travel with props (medals, sunglasses, hats) all over the place to stage a good picture. Nothing says, "We're having a BLAST!" like a well placed pair of unusual colored sunglasses at night. Or a silver wig.