The Beginning of Wednesday: Gossip from ManchVegas

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Gossip from ManchVegas

Last Thursday night all of Hanover Street was closed down for a wine tasting festival. Now, there are several treatment facilities on this street in Manchester and thousands of streets in Manchester. Yet outside of my building, a ton of vendors set up shop with alcohol everywhere! UGH! I am going to write the Mayor about this one. Yes, temptation doesn't walk though a door that isn't deliberately left open, but come on... let's not dangle the carrot people!!! My skin crawled when I left for the night, just minutes after I dismissed the kids from my group; I can only imagine what their first thoughts were when they walked out of the building. ---AND the straw that broke the camels back? A nun puking on the sidewalk. Yes, a nun. puking. in her robe. on the sidewalk. still holding the wine glass...

Yesterday on the way home from work I saw a penis pump laying on the side of the road... actually not laying... more of "positioned" Like it was on display... perhaps the same person who lost the big rubber penis also lost the pump...

This morning on my way into the building a huge burly dude approached me, "Do you have a dollar to spare?" I lied and said "no." I felt badly then figured he was probably going to use it for drugs and alcohol- or perhaps he is the former owner of the big rubber dick and pumping paraphernalia looking for financial aid.

Who knows? Only in ManchVegas!

4 comments:

Stephani said...: I LOVE that you used the word "dick" in this post ;); September 23, 2008 at 6:24 PM
Nicki said...: WOO HOO!! Horray for the Big Rubber Dicks!; September 23, 2008 at 7:52 PM
Crazy Momma said...: Okay, nobody else wants to comment on THE NUN PUKING?! Seriously! Ugh!

When we were in Boston a few weeks ago we got off the subway and there was a guy sitting on a bench puking...I thought that was bad enough. BUT A NUN?! OMG!

I think a letter to the mayor is a good idea, really. It's not like you are dealing with adults here, these are teenagers...they need a little more support from the city. IMHO.; September 24, 2008 at 9:51 AM
Unknown said...: haha! This might be one of my favorite postings from you! Figures the one day I work from home I miss the nun puking!; September 24, 2008 at 9:59 AM

Quotes that define my life:

"Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back -- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack." -- Rudyard Kipling
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." -- Dr. Seuss
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion." -- Unknown
"Better to love God and die unknown than to love the world and be a hero; better to be content with poverty than to die a slave to wealth; better to have taken some risks and lost than to have done nothing and succeeded at it." -- E. Lutzer
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea and the music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more.” -- Lord Byron
"There are times when explanations, no matter how reasonable, just don't seem to help." -- Mr. Rogers
"If you don't crack the shell, you can't eat the nut." -- Persian Proverb
"Real peace is not the absence of conflict, but the presence of justice." Martin Luther King, Jr.

Mountains we climb

+ Currently: Life
+ Magalloway Mountain: Pittsburg, NH: 3,350 ft. Fire tower @ summit
+ Uncanoonuc Mountains: Goffstown, NH; Elevation: North Peak 1,324 ft. South Peak, 1,321 ft. *Indian Translation: "woman lying down" or "breasts"*
+ Mt. Major: Alton Bay, NH: Approx 4 mi. round trip; 1,100 ft. @ summit.
+ Monument Mt., Berkshire Area, MA: Approx 3 mi. round trip; *Beautiful waterfall* 1,735 ft @ summit.
+ Welch-Dickey- Loop Trail, Waterville Valley Area: 4.4 mi. round trip; 2,605 ft. @ Welch summit, 2,734 ft. @ Dickey summit.
+ Mt. Kearsarge- Barlow Trail, Winslow State Park, Wilmot: 2.8 mi. round trip; 2,937 ft @ summit.
+ Mt. Monadnock- White Dot Trail, Jaffrey: 4.2 mi. round trip, 3,165 ft. @ summit
+ Mt. Layafette- Old Bridle Path, Franconia Notch State Park: 8 mi. round trip, 5,260 ft @ summit.
+ Mt. Cardigan- East Side Loop, Alexandria: 5.3 mi. round trip, 3,121 ft @ summit. * some of the mountain was left bare from a fire in 1855
+ Mt. Morgan & Mt. Percival- Squaw Mountains, Holderness & Center Sandwich: 5.1 mi. round trip; 2,220 & 2,212 ft. @ summit
+ Mt. Osceola- White Mountain National Forest: 6.4 mi. round trip, 4,340 ft. @ summit

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