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What up, party people? X-Mas was spent in the joyful company of a trio of bouncing baby boys (nick)named Chesseburger, NuNu & Augie. This triumvirate was equal parts terror, fun & joy. The babies still haven’t learned the intricacies of American football leaving the bigger boys of the house alone to revel in the fun of a meaningless Bowl game complete with both the coaches and the announcers wearing gaudy Hawaiian shirts for the Hawaii Bowl. Not for nothing, if you were to fly me out to the middle of paradise & surf to play some ball, I would put ALL the players in gaudy Hawaiian shirts. But that’s just me.

Personal highlight—Finding a natural foods store open at 10pm Christmas Eve.
“Excuse me. Do you have any tart cherry juice?”
‘Sure do.’

Once again King Orchards saves me from spending a holiday in pain. Add a lil Bromelain and B-Complex to the mix and I am happy to report that I am once again pain free and can bust out a mean Running Man if the situation calls for such extreme measures.

That be it for now, catch ya latah.

here is our own slam-mistress dropping a serious one two punch on the MTA

(JAB) giving CNN her two bits

(UPPERCUT) posting this pic and commentary which almost made me spit mah cherry juice

(KNOCKOUT) ah, rachel mckibbens, thank you for always bringing the darkness

since this transit strike started, i have had only like three hours of restful sleep. this is nothing new to those who keep up with my adventures but the kicker this time around is: no caffeine. bw-bw-bw-what?!?

yep. no loving cup of joe for the last 36 hours thanks to a mild attack of gout by my big toe. this morning it seems like the swelling is down and i may actually be able to ride through this storm but that is going to require some serious attention to my diet or, as i like to say, ima be eatin like an ecuadorian rabbit. (for the uninitiated- here is the rundown on gout)

i am currently self-medicating with cherry juice concentrate, b-complex & taking in more water than the titanic. i wish i had my cane with me since i am well past the point of machismo and am more interested in ‘feeling good than looking good’* but, alas, my canes (i have like four of em) are all in the snackbox and i am stuck up in the bronx thanks to the strike. while the proletariat in me would love to support the tovarishch on the picket line, i find little sympathy in my heart for folks who KNEW they were dealing with the hypocritical self-serving nepotistic entity known as the MTA. sleep with dogs, wake with fleas. or sumthin like dat.

lemme say that none of this is adding at all my yuletide cheer so i had to go and make myself happy by booking another trip to the west coast. cuz it could be raining fire & the sun could be gone* but as long as im with bella it doesnt feel so much like the end of the world as much as the start of sumthin much better

love ya like coquito loves crees.mas

*ding! the obscure pop culture reference bell

welcome to my new obsession: sudoku