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The Backyard view at sunrise
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Yeah, got an old digicam in hand.
Handy.
> I like reading about your Florida antics.
Antics?
>Hm, you're not Itinerant in NY anymore. Perhaps you are Itinerant
>in Transit? Itinerant in General? Teehee.
For a little background, she is the woman who has a way of coining catchphrases that stick..
Such as the one that is now a big ol' logo on the top of this page.
Yep. Her.
Naturally - her new phrases will be soon be on mugs and t-shirts and license frames and....
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So, some random Florida (annoying quotey fingers - another Belle catchphrase Ive stolen) "antics":
Recently, I wander by a strip mall somewhere in Lauderdale and I see this sign
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I do a double, and sure enough - I confirm that the Fetish Factory is NOT a chocolate or cheesecake joint.
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Normally, that would be enough... but this is a magical stripmall ladies and gentlemen...
So naturally along with the Fetish Factory, there is an appropriately named Delicatessen...
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A lawyers office
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And, sure - a pregnancy clinic.
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Heheh. COULD I make this up?
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My morning routine:
I normally am awake by 5am (unless I went to bed AT 5am.)
By 7 or 8, i have trundled off to the 7-11 for my coffee and donuts...
First I pick up a New York Post, then decide which of the South Floridian megapolis papers I should buy
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The bowdacious tata's win this morning.
Frankly tho - by the time Im done with the Post - most other papers bore me. I shouldnt even bother.
Anyways, before I first moved to Florida back in 89/90, I DETESTED coffee.
I became addicted to 20 oz muggas in a Florida convenience store, where the mixes are a BIG production with several types of flavorings etc etc.
This morning is no exception:
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My 24 oz contains:
8 packets of brown sugar
3 packets of powdered creamer
5 packets of half-and-half
Half a cup of hot chocolate (from that machine there..)
A touch of chocolate amaretto (from the same machine)
And there i am topping it off with Dark Mountain Roast coffee.
What? This is one of my more conservative days.
I grab an apple fritter and chocolate donut.. pay the nice Jamaican lady who always reads the cover of the Post thoroughly before she scans it.. and my day begins. :-)
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By the way, this is SUCH a pretty truck.
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Cant you just hear the Magnum P.I theme looking at it?
Its rilly not my speed, cept I LIKE it. :-D
It is sooo pretty.
(Cue Magnum PI theme...)
The Devil Went Down To Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
Was way behind
Was willin' to make a deal...
I have seen the spoiling effects of Southern California living. Days that seem to fold into each other because of persistent beauty that goes unnoticed and unmeasured. Impossibly beautiful moments that don't linger because they are indistinguishable from those that follow. It is beautiful here much of the time. So beautiful that I have to look at ugliness every now and then just to remind myself of the contrast.