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  • Waiting To Speak.

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    My friend Brad tells me that there are two roles during a conversation. He tells me this when I fess up to how bad of a listener I can be. “Don’t worry, Michele.” He says. “No one listens. When people engage in a conversation there is only speaking and waiting to speak.” I haven’t had…

  • Brooklyn Nap Ends In Horror.

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    Yesterday I had a doctor’s appointment on the Upper West Side. Since I was basically heading to a different state, I left the house at around 12:30 in order to get there in time. My appointment was long. It lasted nearly 2 and a half hours. They drew blood, ran some tests, told me I…

  • Wall Street

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    My brother has worked on Wall Street for years. All this time he’s been telling me stories, stories that have rendered me speechless. I had no idea things what took place at the NYSE. I’d seen movies, heard stereotypes, and I’d placed a few bets here and there, but my brother’s stories had me asking,…

  • The Bed Post.

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    I haven’t felt super well lately and being out of work has my sleeping schedule totally messed up. Take this morning, for example, I woke up at 4 AM totally ready to go. Tobyjoe was already awake worrying himself over money. You see we have five birthdays in the month of December, including Tobyjoe’s. We…

  • They say that I wont last too long…. at Fairway.

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    Tobyjoe and I discovered Fairway this weekend. We took the Volvo to Red Hook and did a little shopping. We’re having some people over this Friday for a late Thanksgiving dinner and it was the only place I could find a free range, organic turkey for less than 70+ dollars. Plus, they have a parking…

  • Consummate This Post.

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    We went to a wedding in Cleveland last weekend. We rented a car, drove to State College on Friday night, stayed over, and them left for Ohio the following morning. The wedding began at 6:30 PM. We were in Cleveland by 2:30. There was quite a bit of driving involved especially considering we were only…

  • Happy Hour.

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    We were on the 6 train headed down to Union Square when two women got on at 57th street. They were both hammered, one more so than the other. The really drunk woman missed the seat and sat on Toby Joe’s lap instead. Unable to focus on his eyes or face for that matter, she…

  • Wax On. Hair Off.

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    We’re leaving on Saturday. For a week we’ll be spending our days near a pool and a great big lake, surrounded by giant Florida bugs and 90-degree weather. (100+ if you count the humidity.) I’ll be wearing a bathing suit. A lot. The last time I visited the salon, I asked the woman to “clean…

  • Our Hole.

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    By now everyone has heard what Mr. Nagin said to 60 Minutes reporter, Byron Pitts. If you haven’t, I’ll repeat it. Byron Pitts confronted him about how he’s taking too long to clean up after Hurricane Katrina. To which Nagin replied, “You guys in New York can’t get a hole in the ground fixed and…

  • Because I’m a Creep. I’m a Widow. What the Hell Am I Doing Here?

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    I Don’t Belong Here. About a year ago, I was a member of an online message board. Normally, I don’t do the whole Internet discussion thing. But this time I knew most of the folks involved personally so I figured it’d be O.K. Usually, I try and stick to only posting here. I will do…