When Biddies Were Biddies

Wedding Shower at McGrath's House ~ 1949

Wakefield, MA

From left to right: Aunt Katy, Unknown Biddy, Katy Murray, Grammie Finn, Mary Ester, Mary Gibbons, Mary O'Connor.

Is there a Mary in the house?

Ann and Jack

My Grandmother Anna and Jack.

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Wakefield, MA? ~ Circa 1940

Yanks Win the 2009 World Series

In a related story:

***BURP! ***

"It's good to win after all these years," Girardi, Posada, Matsui, Jeter, etc...

All these years?

9 years?

Blow it out your Cubs hole, Yankees.

C'est Moi

Got Flair?

My Aunt Ann, the firey siren, second from the left.

Circa late 1960's

Ann Minihane was a certified music arranger and a fixture in the Ramapo Valley New Jersey Chorus as long-time choreographer and associate director, a certified music judge, an International faculty member, a regional education leader and the lead for 10 years of the New Dimension quartet, Region 15 champions and international semi-finalists. She had flair.

Even Doodle Was a Baby Once

Doodle, NYC ~ 1999

Two Can Anne: Your Go To Source for Classy Information You Need Right Now

3 Nov 11:26:59 PM www.google.com good things to say to a douchebag

4 Nov 02:47:26 AM www.google.com is bologna and hot dogs the same product

Happy Birthday, Big Bird!

Sesame Street Turns 40!

1969-2009

I love you, Sesame Street.

Here's a pic of the original Gordon and original (orange) Oscar singing "I Love Trash."

1969

Anne's in Love with New York

East Village, NYC ~ 2/14/09

Doodle for Governor

Let's give Doodle a hand tonight, shall we?

Why?

She ran around the apartment for a few minutes because she had to take a dump. At one point, she spent a few seconds sniffing out the corner of the "new" bedroom carpet (in the place of the old carpet formerly known to her as My Other Toilet --which now is simply the old carpet but re-vamped by the carpet guy by cutting out the piss part and re-stitching it into a smaller carpet) wondering why it didn't have that familiar My Other Toilet smell when I interrupted her, and she remembered the Original Toilet (also known to most of us as a toilet), ran her scrawny ass in the bathroom and did her business.

Crisis averted.

Friskies Meaty Bits Chicken Dinner in Gravy all around, folks!

Sphinxy Doodle

Doodle, NYC ~ November 1, 2009

aka: Happy Day After Halloween Leave Me Alone You Stupid Jerk from Mz. Cranky Pantz

Go Topless or Go Home

What? This picture is from a Sports Illustrated 1997 photo shoot of baseball boobies, "Derek Jeter: Off the Field."

WHERE M' GODE CHAYYYNE AT, YO?

Let's go, Philly. Make this a Series. Please. I can't have a topless, gode chayned A-Rod chasing me around the bases in my nightmares anymore. Thanks.

Jerks in Your Area

Thank Brandy Barber for this link. It's too good to be true.

Beauty Queen Outfits for Sale in Oklahoma City

And did someone say mutual touching with a topless furry guy, train sets and crab meat? Eeeew.

Happy Halloween from Two Can Anne

Love,

Anne and Doodle

If You Want to be Happy for the Rest of Your Life

"You can thank your parents—in part—for how happy you are; roughly half of human happiness is genetically determined. Another 10 percent comes from your life circumstances, like how happy you are with where you live. But because people quickly adapt to changes, swapping Midwest winters for West Coast warmth, say, won't lead to a lasting boost in life satisfaction, according to longtime happiness researcher Sonja Lyubomirsky, a professor of psychology at the University of California-Riverside. What can give us a lasting boost is how we think and behave, she says: About 40 percent of our happiness is under our conscious control...."

Continue reading Lindsay Lyon's article for US News and World Report on Sonja Lyubomirsky's research, "How Positive Psychology Can Increase Your Happiness. It could be a crock of doodlie doo, but it's worth a shot, ain't it?

Before Halloween Became Slut-o-Ween

Halloween costume, 1970's

Fur Lickin' Good

Doodle, NYC ~ 2008

Doodle Wins the Pennant! Doodle Wins the Pennant!

Doodle, NYC ~ 6/26/09

Doodle Likes Unsweetened Decaffeinated Iced Tea

I know this because she's been helping herself to my glass over the past few nights. The key is to drink it down to a level she can't fit her snout in, or she's all over it like a bum on a baloney sandwich. Cats. Weird.

Face the Fear

"Oh yeah? 'Well I'm four!" are some of the earliest words I remember speaking. Rather, yelling. I was shouting at a couple of toddlers in the neighborhood on summer evening when my shadow looked tall on the pavement. I gave those twerps the business.

My friend Corey Nenno was also four, and she lived across the street. One day when I was getting on my mother's nerves, I went over to play. It was a crisp fall afternoon around Halloween and the Nennos had their decorations up. The paper jointed skeleton on their front door didn't phase me from afar, but when I got to their driveway, I was frozen with fear. I literally couldn't make my way to the vestibule it scared me so. I knew it wasn't a real skeleton, but yet, there it was: menacing, adult-sized, spooky and skeletony. I backed away slowly for a few steps and then sprinted to the safety of my front yard to think.

Wait, could it be real? No. Was it moving? No. It's not real. It's made of paper for Chrissakes. I saw the paper. I even saw the glow in the dark paint on it which isn't glowing because it's the middle of the day. You can't go back into the house and tell Mom about this, it's absurd. Babies are scared of this stuff. You know better. You're not a baby. You're 4 years old! It's not real. Get it together, Altman!

I bolstered myself and started back across the street toward Mr. Skeleton to see Corey. The whole time, I said to myself, "It's not real. It's not real. It's daytime, that thing isn't going to kill you right now. You know this. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. Ring the doorbell. Ring the doorbell. Ring it. RING IT. RING IT!"

Squinting, I ran up the steps and quickly jabbed the doorbell and jumped back down the steps, giving Mr. Skelton a wide birth just in case he felt like jumping off the door to murder me. Seconds later, Corey's Dad answered, all warm and cheerful, with Corey right behind him.

Mr. Skeleton, you can't hurt me.

The End