Fabulous Friday

[vanillafluffy]

Mb picked me up this morning, and we spent the day running around. First was lunch at Cracker Barrel---cider-braised pork roast, delish!---since niether of us had had breakfast. Of course, we spent a while afterward wandering through the gift shop. Mb, who knows me VERY well, got me an ornament---a mini diet Coke can (complete with fuzzy red earmuffs). TOO cute. It's hanging on the tree all by its lonesome. Meanwhile, I snagged something I haven't seen in forty years---Bonomo's Turkish Taffy (Banana-flavored).

(It's damned disconcerting to find myself uttering sentences like that, let me tell you. I'm turning into one of those old codgers who begins diatribes with "When I was your age---". Although if the codger in question was Maxine, that wouldn't be so bad!)

When she first called, Mb just asked if I wanted to ride along while she did some errands. The devious little minx didn't mention that one of said errands was to visit Captain Ahab. I've finally met him...he wasn't hostile, but I don't think I'm liable to get too attached, either.

It was a warm day, 65F, woohoo!, and I was a tad over-dressed. Festive as it was, my long-sleeved red sweater with the wide black belt over black pants was a tad heavy, so by the time we got out of the nursing home, I was craving something cold. MB took me to a joint on US1, an old-fashioned roadside stand that probably began as something like a Tastee-Freeze. (Remember Tastee Freeze? My Sainted Aunt Mary had a whole set of gold-trimmed parfait glasses she got from there, one at a time.)

I'm willing to bet that the owner/operator is a Northerner, because they offered chocolate jimmies. A local would refer to them as "sprinkles". That was exactly what I wanted: soft-serve ice cream with jimmies. A large cup really was large, and they didn't stint on the jimmies---in addition to the generous portion atop my choco-vanilla combo twist, there was another hearty layer on the bottom. It was like chocolate coffee grounds. It was excellent.

I cracked Mb up on the drive home...she was talking about how "nomnomnom" is now in the dictionary, and I said that the word that I found exotic and a bit misleading is vuvuzela; it sounds vaguely gynocological---"Oh doctor, you've got to help me! I have a terrible rash on my vuvuzela!" Or, riffing on the name of an Orlando suburb, "Hey baby, wanna come back to my place and Narcoosee?"

Maybe you just had to be there.

This evening, the usual Friday evening fare: Dog Whisperer, WNTW, Blue Bloods. SPN gets DVRed. Last week, I didn't get around to watching it til Sunday. (It's not my happy place any more, and I miss that.) WNTW was one of my Yuletide requests, although there were apparently more requests than volunteers, so I'm no holding my breath. Giving nothing away, Blue Bloods was something I offered, but it isn't what I'm writing.

My subscription to Entertainment Weekly (courtesy of GK) has kicked in, and has been landing in my mailbox on Fridays, so I also have Reese Witherspoon to look forward to.

All in all, a very pleasant day!

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[cbtreks.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a very pleasant day. (DH and I went on a date tonight - Voyage of the Dawn Treader followed by Chinese buffet.)

There was some discussion about "vuvuzela" and it's vaguely gynecological sound on another friend's LJ earlier this year. We all agreed it beats the heck out of "vajayjay".

I had a "old codger" moment the other morning when I was listening to Elvis in the car on the way to work and realized that several of my coworkers (including some of the attorneys) were never alive at the same time as Elvis was. For some reason, that made me feel older than when I realized I was old enough to be some their moms.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

I was listening to Elvis in the car on the way to work and realized that several of my coworkers (including some of the attorneys) were never alive at the same time as Elvis was.

This makes me think of the Beloit College Mindset List. (http://www.beloit.edu/mindset/2014.php) Which will simultaneously stimulate nostalgia and melancholy.

[cbtreks.livejournal.com]

32. Czechoslovakia has never existed.

That one, in particular, felt strange. (Even more so than 41. American companies have always done business in Vietnam., and that always gives me a moment's pause.)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

The class of 2003 was born the year I graduated from college, Although I take exception to "They know who Max Headroom is." Heck *I* know that!

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

#46, Nirvana is on the classic oldies station bothered me a lot, didn't the "classic rock" era end in 1980?

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

I still think of Nirvana as a "new" band...on the other hand, I was startled to hear of BonJovi as an oldies act, so what do I know?

[foreverhermit.livejournal.com]

I've never heard sprinkles referred to as "jimmies" before so if he's from the north, he's certainly not from MY neck of the woods. Perhaps Wisconsin, or even Maine?

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

It was in common usage in New York while I was growing up. But hey, it's probably like the regional differences of sub/hero/hoagie. Who'da guessed that a sandwich could be so complicated?

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[karaokegal.livejournal.com]

I believe "jimmies" are specific to New England (which I just verified with my co-worker, who grew up in New Hampshire), rather than just the Northeast. Not a NY/NJ thing at all. To us, they're sprinkles.

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Huh, leave it to Staten Island to buck a trend! *grin*

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