Photo Phriday: There’s No Wrong Way to Eat at Reese’s

June 8, 2012 at 3:27 pm | Posted in Around Boston, Photo Phriday | Leave a comment
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I love all Reese’s candy – heck, I love most things involving chocolate and peanut butter.  What I don’t love is when people toy with my emotions, like when they make me think there’s said flavor combination involved in their completely unrelated businesses.  Take, for example, this barber shop I recently passed:



What does hair cutting have to do with the heavenly candy treat?  And, for that matter, what is a “special Boston-style hair cut?”  Shenanigans, people.  She. Nan. I. Gans.


P.S. Apparently I’m in the mood to talk about hair styles this week!  New topics coming soon…

Photo Phriday: What Did You Call Me?

July 22, 2011 at 7:44 am | Posted in Around Boston, Photo Phriday | 2 Comments
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Today’s Photo Phriday submission is from a fun former colleague of ours, Big D. (you may remember her from such gems as the awkward bathroom sign)!

Boston Street Sign

Abutt this, man!

Walking through beantown this week, Big D. noticed this sign, and adeptly pointed out that it may be a smidge confusing for the general public.  I mean, given that much of the population can’t read beyond the 5th grade level (you’re safe here at Factinis), can we really assume that passersby know what this sign means?

And who are you calling an abutter?


Commuting First Impressions Count

April 27, 2011 at 7:51 am | Posted in Around Boston | 2 Comments
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When I announced I was changing gigs, some of our dear reader(s) were concerned:

Without the MBTA/MBCR, would I still have humorous commuting tales to share?  Could anything possibly be as dysfunctional as the commuter rail? 

Rest assured, as long as I have to leave my house to work, I’ll always have silly commuting missives to share… Though I can’t promise they’ll be as dysfunctional as the tales from my old train, they will probably be less bitter and more random – bonus! 

On this morning’s commute, for example, I was stuck behind a hot mess of a corporate minivan.  With big dents in the bumper, a rust stain on the back, and a general aura of disrepair, the thing is a clunker at best.  But what makes it blog-worthy?

The tagline on the van read: When First Impressions Count. 

Ummm… when first impressions count for what, exactly?  Because right now, the first impression I’m getting is that the company has a particularly dry and ironic sense of humor – in which case, I approve, or that the company is confused and/or lazy (or, most likely, both) – in which case, I’m calling foul. 

Happy Hump Day, folks!

Photo Phriday: Phire Hydrant

March 4, 2011 at 10:01 am | Posted in Around Boston, Photo Phriday | 2 Comments
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Happy Photo Phriday, pholks! Today’s post is brought to you by the letter F (or should I say eph?) for “fire (phire?) hydrant!”

Why the Sesame Street allusion/letter of the day? Well, as I was walking around beantown the other night, I saw this duh-worthy sign posted on the side of a building:

Yes, that IS a picture of a fire hydrant... (duh)


I haven’t a clue as to the point of this signage (since I didn’t actually see any fire hydrants close by), but I’m fairly confident that this isn’t part of an elaborate ruse to confuse potential arsonists.

Perhaps the city is trying to teach someone English and they’ve placed cute little vocabulary helpers all around Boston? Has anyone found a “sidewalk” sign? Maybe a “snobby neighborhood” or a “tourist trap” sign? Or, perhaps, an “aggressive drivers” vocabulary sign?

Any other theories, dear reader(s)?


Welcome to #Froston!

January 24, 2011 at 2:24 pm | Posted in Around Boston | 5 Comments
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Happy Monday, dear reader(s)!  As our local fans know, it’s really friggin’ cold here in Beantown!  Witness:

It was -3 degrees AFTER a slight warm-up this morning! PS Don't worry, my car wasn't moving at the time this picture was taken.

So cold, in fact, that the news channels sent reporters to my train station this morning!  But when they tried to interview the miserable commuters like me who had been waiting over 30 minutes for a train that wasn’t announced as delayed, they found precious few takers. 

Could be because our faces had lost feeling and our mouths were frozen shut.  Or could be because, like the temperature, Bostonians have been declared one of the top ten “frostiest” city dwellers in America by Travel & Leisure Magazine!

Yes, it's cold. And no, we DON'T want to talk about it on live television.

Either way, we weren’t talkin’ without some complimentary hot coffee!

Stay warm, folks!


Sarah’s on a Mission…

June 1, 2010 at 9:22 am | Posted in Around Boston | Leave a comment
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Dear reader(s), 

Because you’ve been so loyal and non-judgmental, I feel the need to warn you about this blog post: I am about to channel my inner old codger – with a twist of activism for flavor (I call it the Shaken Shakin’ Senior Factini). Caveat lurker, and don’t say I didn’t warn you… 

Back in the good ol’ days when I first learned to drive, my parents ensured that I learn a thing or two about road manners, especially appropriate acknowledgment of driving kindness. They taught me that, when changing lanes, for example, I must always signal (and check my mirrors and the road, of course) and then, when a fellow driver grants ample space for the maneuver, I switch lanes and wave to acknowledge their assistance. 

Lately I’ve noticed that I’m one of the few old-fashioned drivers who still use the “wave-thanks.” In fact, I rarely even see anyone recognize drivers in other vehicles with a simple “palm-raise-thanks!” So I’ve decided to start a campaign to bring back etiquette to our roads by officially declaring the start of the “Road Manners Matter” campaign. 

Similar to Oprah’s “No Phone Zone,” I expect every television network to jump on the bandwagon (minivan? Is that what it would be in today’s terms?) and devote their top-rated news programs to discussing this issue. I expect people around the country to sign a pledge to improve their driving manners. And I look forward to seeing the wave-thanks in action daily. 

Gotta love the Masshole Proshop's products!


Am I trying to stifle anyone’s creativity or squelch reasonable angry outbursts? No. I’m a tried and true aggressive Masshole driver, too! When the situation is appropriate, I say honk out your feelings; when necessary, flip another driver the bird; and please don’t hesitate to play your radio so loudly that drivers three lanes over feel the vibration.  I would never stand in your way when it comes to loud noises and inappropriate gestures. I’m simply encouraging motorists to recognize the helpful drivers who allow us to quickly change lanes when we don’t realize an exit has gotten that close, or when we think that, in our daily commuting traffic jams, an alternate lane will get us to work so much faster that we absolutely must switch lanes (tell me again why we’re rushing to work?). 

Honk (or should I say wave?) if you’re with me! 


So long, Massholes!

April 29, 2010 at 10:58 am | Posted in Around Boston | 6 Comments
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Today officially marks the beginning of the great move back west.  While the hubs and a couple of his buddies load up a U-Haul with more stuff than we could possibly own, I’m driving to New York with the baby and dog.  Road trip!

There’s a lot I’ll miss about Massachusetts — well, more specifically, the North Shore.  There’s also a lot I’m glad to leave behind.  And since I’m most likely driving as you read this, I’ll start with the roads.  Let me first say that Massachusetts’ reputation for horrendous drivers is no mere myth.  They lean on the horn before the light turns green, dodge pedestrians and other traffic as if attempting one of those drunk driving similutation courses, and apparently have never heard of cruise control.  But it might not be completely their fault.  If you’ve ever attempted to navigate the roads out here (and you’re not from around here), then you know the roads are a big part of the problem.  There are no street signs in Boston.  That’s a fact.  You have to know where you’re going to know where you’re going.  And the expressway off- and on-ramps are nonexistent.  One minute you’re veering onto what you assume is a ramp to ease into highway traffic, and before you know it, you have hunks of steel bearing down on you.  And don’t get me started on the potholes — made worse by the Commonwealth’s dry-patch band-aid solution.

You know what else I won’t miss?  The area’s inedible excuse for pizza.  Seriously?  Crushed tomatoes on an oily cracker covered with stringy cheese does not a pizza make.  My mom wants to grill out for our first night back.  I told her I’ve already got a pizza and wings ordered.

But I will pine for the ocean.  Lake Ontario has nothing on the vast expanse of nothingness and everthing that is the Atlantic Ocean.  Mike and I would often drive from our apartment straight up the coast to circle Gloucester and Rockport, periodically pulling over just to watch the waves crash on the rocky shore below.  And the fun we’ve had out on the ocean on friends’ boats…  Some stories can only be fully comprehended by those who were there. 

Which leads me to the many friends we’ve made out here.  Friends who were here for our marriage and the birth of our first child.  Friends we are not saying goodbye to, but merely, “We’ll see you again soon.”

And we will see you again soon!


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