30.6.07

Dear Diary,

Here are some more pictures from our trip to Ireland. As you can see, we did lots of very important things...


Here is where we put our shoes when we went wading...




In the Aran Islands -- (Inishmore)




Then we hiked up to this weird place that seemed like a different planet...




And at the end of the hike, this is what we saw.




I was scared. But I wanted to document how close I was to the edge...




This is a "tree towsand yeer old faaart..." (3000-yr. old fort)



And this is a castle where Grace O'Malley (the Pirate Queen, and my new hero) lived.



Merlin? Oh noes, it's just the BHE.

Yes. I like to take pictures. This one I took through one of the "lookouts" of this ancient castle - Aughnanure Castle
Little Bo Peep ain't fucking around...
The BVM (Blessed Virgin Mary) is everywhere in Ireland, and I love her. I'm not Catholic, but I am Episcopalian (Catholic-lite) so I especially love her...




Love, Fluffy










28.6.07

Tribute to the BHE

Dear Diary,

It's hard for me to decide what pictures to post on this here blog. Mostly because I used to be real skinny and cute, but now I'm just... neither. I'm actually just hoping to get pregnant so that I have a legitimate reason to wear anything above a size 4.

Meanwhile, the BHE just gets cuter and cuter. So I will share some pix of him instead. He would die if he knew I posted these. But he will never know, because he only looks at baseball porn on the interwebs anyway.

The BHE feigning amusement at my xanax-induced antics on the way to Ireland.

The BHE in Ireland. He looks so Irish that lots of people asked us for directions. That was a little awkward.


The BHE thinks that this is how you smile.


The BHE "rocking out" in his band
Oh my God, he's really going to kill me for this. Don't tell, K? Thx, Diary!
Love,
Fluffy

25.6.07

The Windovers Cross the Pond: Part I

(me + xanax) + the BHE = true love.





BHE + driving on the left = crashing the rental car.




Twice.




The River Moy in Ballina, Co. Mayo, where they catch salmon.




That we ate a whole lot of.




It's hard to take a bad picture in Ireland, really.






See?



And yes, it really does taste better over there.


20.6.07

Back from the Bogs

Dear Diary,

The BHE and I are now back in City B after spending a week in Ireland's West. I will be posting photos as soon as I can come up with sufficiently witty captions with which to label them.

In the meantime, I have been instructed by several Ireland Westerners to spread the word that we americans can now fly non-stop from New York or Boston to Knock International Airport in County Mayo. On this airline. Go. Go now! Tell those stubborn sheep in the road that it's OK; I sent you.

If you like sheep, lakes, mountains, smoked salmon, breathtaking views, terrifying country roads, and watching Tom and Jerry dubbed in Irish, then you should visit Ireland's West. They are waiting for you...

Love, Fluffy

9.6.07

Ah, no luck then, Ted?

Dear Diary,

Early next week the BHE and I are off on vacation to the Erin Isle (that's Ireland, if you're nasty). I don't quite have the travel-writing skills of Mel, but I will try to come back with some pictures. They might all be of the BHE as seen through an empty pint of Guinness, but I will try nonetheless.

The BHE and I are both Rick Steves fans. We were fans even before we found out that Rick tokes the gange. Thanks to Rick, we now know that when the Irish say "fanny", they mean "vagina". Also that if the BHE wants the company of a prostitute, he should look for a "knocking shop" instead of a "brothel". Man, that guy has the back-door answer to everything, and we are eternally grateful.

So, if anyone has suggestions for where we should go or what we should do, please let me know, because we're not leaving Till Tuesday (hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry... sorry, dating myself). We've never been before. We're hiring a car and driving all over the damn place. And maybe we'll get pissed and have some babies and get into some fights while we're at it.

Also, we have been watching Father Ted in preparation. Feck!

Love, Fluffy

7.6.07

Could YOU be at risk?

Dear Diary,

The BHE and I are good friends with another couple who, for privacy purposes, I will refer to here as the Witch-Ashtons. The Windovers and the Witch-Ashtons have a long history of mutual friendship, mutual workplaces, mutual living quarters, mutual crappy bands, mutual dogs, mutual inappropriate senses of humor, and mutual drunkenness. Having spent so much time together in so many different situations over so many years, we have come up with some acronyms for common conditions that we have frequently experienced and/or witnessed. I think it's time that someone document these in an organized fashion, so here is a start.

AROSS (Acute Recurrent Online Shopping Syndrome). Self-explanatory, but some dangerous side-effects can include rash purchases of completely unnecessary and exorbitantly expensive items. Individuals who work boring technical writing jobs at boring health care IT companies are particularly at risk.

CSRS (Chronic Silent Rage Syndrome). A common ailment among married men in City B, characterized by frequent episodes of eye-rolling, muttering, and general pissiness toward their wives. Instead of throwing a plate like a normal person would, those afflicted will sulk, sigh, and deny that anything is bothering them. Sometimes associated with or followed by CSS (see below).

CSS (Chronic Sleepiness Syndrome). Also common among married men in City B. Characterized by chronic sleepiness at inopportune/inappropriate times, such as before a party or other social engagement. There have also been reports of episodes of CSS coinciding with a wife who is experiencing an episode of RF (Rare Friskiness, a very rare condition which is still being researched).

IPBBS (Inappropriate Public Bathroom Behavior Syndrome). This syndrome is prevalent in the workplace. The patient often presents with the following symptoms: bringing files or other paperwork into the bathroom, talking on a cellphone in Russian in the stall, removing one's pants entirely just to use the urinal, exiting without washing one's hands while in full view of other bathroom patrons, and flat-out crapping on the floor.

RWO (Rampant Workplace Ogreism). Extraordinarily unattractive outward appearance. People with RWO almost always suffer from UFS (see below) as well. More common in women.

UFS (Unbelievable Fatness Syndrome). Often associated with RWO (see above), though UFS can occur on its own. Sufferers of this syndrome may not be aware that they have it; unfortunately, it is only diagnosed when an observer points out to a third party that he/she cannot believe how unbelievably fat the sufferer is or has become.

There is still much research to be done on these and other conditions, but we here at Fluffy Windover's Diary like to be on the cutting edge. Knowing is half the battle.

Love, Fluffy

1.6.07

Love Letter

Dear Lindsay Lohan,

Less rehab, more internet videos of you snorting coke (or maybe making out with Samantha Ronson.) My work day is decidedly longer with you on the wagon.

Love, Fluffy

And speaking of Samantha Ronson, I find it very unsettling that there are two Mick Joneses: one of the Clash, and one of ...Foreigner. Don't get me wrong, I love Foreigner. I've often argued that the song "Cold as Ice" has pretty much everything one could ask for in a song- piano, sweet guitar riffs AND infectious backing vocals. But Samantha Ronson seemed a lot cooler when Mick Jones of the Clash was her step-father. Turns out it's the other Mick Jones. It's too bad they're not the same guy, because as the BHE accurately pointed out, "If it were the same guy, he'd be the awesomest guy ever."

A truer statement, I could not make.

Love again,
Fluffy