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Submitted by mojo on Mon, 02/06/2012 - 5:44am
Prior to this weekend, my sole experience with Indianapolis was driving through it on my way home from college sometime in the early eighties. It was three in the morning, in a torrential downpour, and I lost the driver's side wiper on my car.
This was in the days before cell phones or all night convenience stores, so I had to swap in the other wiper blade and rig the bare wiper arm so it wouldn't scratch the windshield. All this in the pitch dark and the pouring rain. So I never really had any fond memories of Indianapolis.
My Favorite Older Sister always yells at me if I bring this story up. She's always the first to defend Indianapolis. She said it had a lovely canal district with lots of interesting shops and restaurants. She really enjoys going there for business, and every time I mention rain or windshield wipers, she smacks me one.
So I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I'd travel to Indianapolis and see for myself what a magical and enchanted city it really is. Plus I'd see the Super Bowl. I realize there are many people out there who would die for a chance to attend the Super Bowl. To be honest, I don't really care one way or another, but through the magic of the internet I have been able to do both, and you have no real way of telling whether or not I actually did it. I now bring my story alive for YOU, so I can rub your collective faces in it and you can have the vicarious thrill of going to Indianapolis and attending the Super Bowl with me. Yeah, you feel like a winner already, don'tcha? MORE Mojo! »
Submitted by mojo on Thu, 11/18/2010 - 5:13am
One thing we should all be grateful for--start writing in your gratitude journals NOW!--is that Mojo is not really one to Plan Ahead. She is more of a happy cork, bobbing along in life, and thus far she's mostly swum with dolphins instead of getting all chopped up in a propeller or eaten by a sea turtle, causing the poor creature to die a lingering, painful, choking death. Which is how she prefers things, don'tcha know. Dolphins, yes .... oil-spewing, sharp-edged propellers, ummm, not-so-yes. MORE Mojo! »
Submitted by mojo on Tue, 04/08/2008 - 6:40am
Three people have offered me them in the past month, so I'm guessing it's That Time of Year Again. Time for Girl Scout cookies. And I'm starting to suspect I must be the only person in the world who CAN'T STAND THEM. MORE Mojo! »
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