Our Girl: >CENSORED<

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French: Hells Bells, Mr. Lund, if we don't the goddamned competition will.
Lund: Ohhhh mercy yes we got to beat that competition.

oh no she didn'....

>CENSORED< "oh, its the funny/odd/i-don't-get-the-old-timey-nautical-diver rozerem ads" but my brain works like this: morgan+rozerem ad= me shouting in my headline: >CENSORED<

to which my brother shouts: CHECKMATE!

and i fall for it every time. thank god he moved on to become a role-model instructor for the enlisted artistically-inclined. he used to get me into ALOT of trouble. besides, i just like those ads. honest, beav. here is a link to an article explaining the symbolism for each dream character.

speaking of checkmate, Hasan Elahi figured out a big checkmate to suspect profiling: he tracks himself for them. he considers it sort of a part-art project/part-ultimate protecting of his privacy. he posts about a hundred images of himself per day on his web site and he documents his receipts of debit card transactions. he even has a GPS device in his pocket that shows his real-time physical location on a map. (between you and me, the dude needs to cut down on his caffeine consumption. or i should invest in starbucks stock) all this happened because Elahi was mistakenly listed on US terrorist watch list. he figures this keeps him out of Guantanamo.

when i first read the article, i was afraid this was how the morgan and byrne (fortified with WALSH now, too!) would end up. with our competitiveness in trying to out post the other, i could see us giving in to the just posting pics of us and wearing gps navigators.

"People are always blaming circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them."
—Mrs. Warren's Profession, George Bernard Shaw

Our Girl: This Once Had a Brilliant Title, But I Dorked It Up and Can't Remember What I Wrote

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Lefty Ruggiero: Anywhere you go, all around the world, all the best cooks are men.

See, this is the thing with my brother and me—a hyper-sense of competitiveness. we had a deal to write alternating posts. so last night, i set about writing my post. i love the solitude quote from marquez. i rub my hands briskly together and consult my ultimate magic 8ball: google— get my topic together, start the posting and for whatever reason, i view the blog. whaa? morgie is there, already posting away—working on sleeplessness for a topic.

man.

dude's gonna try to outpost me! i don't think so! so i furiously hack away at my topic—brilliantly linking several postings together and ending with a flourish. woo! check the clock, view the blog. dude. is. done. dammit. background: morgana and i used to work together and would come up with various jackball competitions we took very seriously. walsh can attest. like "who can perform the most push-ups in a minute"—morgan: 60/byrne: 45. dammit. or while we are running laps—"i got a v-8 in me, what do you got?" byrne: v-6. dammit. during this time, i became convinced we share DNA somewhere in our background. some posts later i'll do a gap analysis on us both. there won't be too many gaps.

i have the exact opposite relationship with my husband, so i'm convinced that he and i do not share the same DNA. which is a relief, since we tend to sleep in the same bed. without gadgets, unless you consider megazords and power ranger action figures gadgets. i don't consider children gadgets, either and i'll often find a child asleep in my bed. yes, i'm a co-sleeper. oh, sit down. here is an article i use to justify my actions for the past two babies. sue me. i'm pro-sleep.

sandwiches can help tie a growing toddler over at bedtime. my husband is particularly gifted at sandwiches. he was also once a sous chef, so i think that may have something to do with it. my favorite sandwich of his is the terminator: corned beef, homemade coleslaw, swiss and thousand island dressing. oh man. toasted. but he can make any sandwich awesome. during our weddingmoon, my husband made a sandwich from pita, hummus, peppers, shredded cheese, rice, squash, diced tomatoes, crushed dorito chips and smoked oysters. mattie—maker of a creme brulee that i swore made me hear angels—declared it one of the most perfect combo sandwich ever. 'course, that was after a heavy night of rum in st. john.

I often drank there, but I was never accepted because I wore a tie. The real people wanted no part of me.
- The Rum Diary