Friday, May 25, 2007

Can't take New England out of the Girl

Hi everybody! CapeBuffalo here, late as usual (see Mrs. Chicky- I really am always late!). I am a true Masshole. I was born and raised in the Merrimac valley and have spent most of my summers in Saco Bay and Nantucket and lived for many years in the Berkshires. I married a Mainer who I began dating when I was living up there just before moving back to Boston where I finished college. Although it's my goal to travel on every continent, I've only truly lived outside of New England once and I hated it.

I live in Stepford, a western suburb of Boston, with the lovely Hubby and beautiful Kiddo and our cats Harry and Guinness. I am an educator, but I have an unusual job.

Turn-ons: sand betwen my toes, the smell of Coppertone, ice cold white wine, grilled vegetables, snow days, manners, kindness, Harrison's roast beef sandwiches, cold draft beers at Fenway, the slow boat to Nantucket, Maine in any season, the New England Coastline, Teddy Bruschi, Sting, that scene at the end of Bend it Like Beckham where Jonathan Rhys Meyers bites his lip oh my gaw, Eddie Izzard, art

Turn-offs: Route nine, people who allow their kids to hit them, people who talk too loudly on cell phones in public, bad grammar, people on the T who don't give up their seats to old people, people in general, people who don't teach their children to say please and thank you and to share, surly customer service, overseas call centers, the Bush administration, Mitt Romney and all he stands for, aggressive seagulls, people who have had the same haircut since 1986, couples who dress alike, adult contemporary radio, xenophobia, eggs

And now you know all about me.

10 comments:

Rock the Cradle said...

Sting. The first really bad man lust I ever had. Oh, those junior high days...

I've heard of Harrison's Roast Beef before...where are they? I'm ashamed to admit I know more about Philly cheese-steaks at this point than the equivalent NE experience.

And I need me a good roast beef sandwich.

cape buffalo said...

Harrisons is in North Andover on Rt.125. In my opinion they beat Kelly's Roast Beef hands down. Merrimac Valley represent, yo.

Mrs. Chicky said...

Have I told you lately that I love you?

It's true, it's not just a cheesy line from a bad adult contemporary song.

(Okay, the original wasn't too bad. But the Rod Stewart version? *shudder*)

Ladybug's Picnic said...

Hello! I grew up (and am now back living in) the MV too. I also am an educator with an unusual job. Nice to "meet" you!

In the Trenches of Mommyhood said...

I'm soooooo with you on the turn-offs. We may be twins.

margalit said...

My turnoffs are your turnoffs. Especially Mitt and the seagulls. Although... I (shrinking into a little ball) have had the same not quite a haircut since at least 1986. It gets longer, it gets shorter, it has gotten WAY grayer, almost white in some spots, and thinner and straighter since menopause, but basically it's what works for me. Do you hate me? Please don't hate me.... I have horrible hair. Jew hair. I do the best I can. :-)

I want to know how to join that book club.

Fairly Odd Mother said...

Mmmmm. . . Coppertone. And, other than eggs, I'm right with you on the turn offs.

Major Bedhead said...

Dood. Eddie Izzard? I'm so there.

Mrs Big Dubya said...

You forgot to mention that you also you hate mayo!

cape buffalo said...

How could I forget? It falls under the category of "eggs".