Funds For Fridge PARTY ~ The Word (Reunion)

Posted on by Joanne

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Don’t miss this dreadful winter’s best event to help support our good friend Paul Carr, as he fights the big C. AKA Fridge, was a big fan of the cover band “The Word”. Along with the long awaited reunion of this great band, comprised of the original 5 members, we are offering some great bucket raffles with chances to win many awesome prizes. All ages are welcome so bring your kids! Cash bar and light snacks. We anticipate a full room, so be early to get in. $5 cover at the door
Also, $25 buys a chance to win an original Ken Knowles Painting worth $5000. Call Ken or Eric Beal

Live From “Second Glance” The Thrift Store Of The Open Door

Posted on by Sista Felicia

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Yesterday Charlene M Delany a Facebook friend posted the photo and caption above. After liking her post, I couldn’t stop thinking about the photo of the religious statues. This morning after meeting friends for coffee, I decided to stop by The Open Doors Thrift Store, Second Glance to see if the St. Joseph and St. Anthony statues were still on display, and find out if they were indeed for sale. After a quick scan of the glass and collectable area of the store, I was directed to their back room, where I immediately spotted them on a display shelf, exactly as shown in the photo on Facebook yesterday morning. As I approached the shelf I was thrilled to see they both were labeled with very reasonably priced sale tags! As I carefully lifted the heavy statues from the display, my heart was fluttering with joy, as I carried them to the cash register to purchase them!

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After a quick wash and polish, they were added to our family altar!  

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They make beautiful additions to our collection!

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Second Glance is located on Pond Road, Gloucester Ma.

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Know Your Dinosaurs

Posted on by Nichole S.

The youngest Schrafft, 5 year old Finn, finished up his 3rd hockey season the other day.  Thatcher’s team is in the play-offs and will finish up, one way or the other, this weekend.

While there will surely end up being some summer sessions or hockey camps in their near future, for now, the early morning wake-up calls are almost over.

I used to wake up at 5:45 to rally the troops and get myself to work and the boys to their respective classrooms, but lately I’ve been pushing it to a bit after 6:00.  Try as I may to convince myself to go to bed just once before 11:00 pm, I can’t seem to do so.  I love my boys…but, I also cherish my quiet late night hours alone.

So, while school days are always a bit of a whirlwind with a dash of crazy thrown in, when we miraculously get through to Saturday unscathed, the weekend early morning hockey practices usually do me in.

Until recently my husband worked early Saturday morning…which left me to get both boys into their hockey gear bright and early to get to the rink for 8:00 and 9:00 practices.  Actually, now on a travel team, Thatcher’s early Saturday practices have turned into earlier Sunday morning games.

While both boys are now experts on getting into their gear…they still need a fire lit under their butts to do so.  It wasn’t nearly as pretty for the first few seasons, however. It was always a mad rush…they both needed help with everything….they needed snacks to eat while the other one was on the ice…and even books, matchbox cars, and a bag of tricks to use as hush money to get through back-to-back practices.  It was downright ugly for quite a while. Might I mention that I am not…never have been…and never will be…a morning person.

I was laughing the other day when Thatcher reminded me about the “Hockey Dinosaur.”

There must have been many, many consecutive Saturdays, that I teetered on the edge of sanity while trying to get them out the door.

I believe my mantra became something like, “If you think I want to be up at the crack of dawn, you’re wrong, so please just get dressed” or “If you don’t want to get into your gear, and you don’t want to skate, I certainly won’t mind not getting up at the crack of dawn, boys!” or “If you think I got up at the crack of dawn yet again to beg you both to get off the couch and into your gear, you are crazy.”  You get the gist.  All very proud parenting moments.

So, one day, while I was no doubt stomping around like a mad woman, I heard Thatcher quietly say to Finn, “Mom sure is mad about the crackadon.  I don’t even know that type of dinosaur.”

So, for a while, stomping around like a Crackadon became my way of getting them ready for everything…school, hockey, soccer, etc.  Somewhere along the way, the Crackadon left us and the boys started to become a bit more self-motivated.  I won’t be surprised if however, years from now, a couple of giant crackadons visit my grown-up sons and their future families.  And we can all laugh about it again.

 

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I4-C2 Downtown Snow Farm Being Harvested

Posted on by Manuel F. Simoes

Be syre to watch the Video below.  Three Bucket Loads per Truck, I wonder how long it will take to remove all the snow, before we can park cars in there and then take them to the car wash.

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Cape Ann TV Production Class

Posted on by Kimsmithdesigns
Cape Ann TV Video Production Class- 
Thursday, March 19 at 6:30 to 9:00 pm.

Did you know that the facilities and equipment at Cape Ann TV are available to all Cape Ann residents? All you need to do is to become a member and pay a yearly membership fee of $20. We also provide the training, no experience necessary. To sign up for the class or for more information about Cape Ann TV call: 978-281-2443 or email lsmith@capanntv.org. website: http://www.capeanntv.org

The class is taught by Jim Capillo and covers how to use the field equipment.Jim teaches class

 

 

Mexico Day One…

Posted on by Joey Ciaramitaro

Day One

I’m super planner guy when I travel.  Have just the right bags (four wheel 22 inch spinner and messenger style style second bag that slides over the handle of the spinner) with everything packed just right. Anyone who knows me knows about my obsession with staying dry and comfortable so I get up early, shower,  and power the hell out of my nuts to avoid that sticky nuts sensation you get on long flights where they get stuck to your leg and you gotta peel them off when you finally let the boys free.  I didn’t have any baby powder so I used this product that Kim Smith gave me last year which is a corn starch based powder.    I pre download several podcasts including the Tony Kornheiser Show, Joe Rogan and Adam Corolla podcasts onto my ipad.

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We’re close to the last people boarding and our seats were toward the back of the plane but you could see that overhead compartments were all filled up at the back of the plane so I was worried about them having to check our carry ons if all the overhead compartments got filled.  We purposely took carry on luggage to avoid having to check bags and lose an hour after getting off the plane waiting at the carousel instead of working our way through customs and ultimately to our hotel.  So I toss the carry ons up into the last couple of open compartments which are about 15 rows ahead of our actual seat assignments.

We have the middle and window seat and there’s already a guy in the aisle seat of our row and he gets up and we get settled into our seats but both of us really had to pee.  Feeling terrible about making the guy get up twice because we had to go pee like five minutes after we made him move the first time,  I give him our assurance that I won’t make him get up again,  not wanting to be a total pain in the ass.

So now we’re three hours into the flight and I’m really bummed out because my ipad which had my downloaded podcasts stored on it is stored in the carry on that is 15 rows ahead in the overhead compartment and I had given this guy in the aisle seat my assurance that we wouldn’t get up again and he’s like like a water saving camel. I figured at some point he’d have to get up and go pee which would give me a chance to go grab my ipad but no, the guy is like a rock.  Staring straight ahead the whole time, never once reaching for his seat belt or giving any signs that he’s gonna budge.

It’s a total test of wills but at this point.  I’ve had this monster frontal wedgie where my nuts have been all mashed up into my body and because I used so much corn starch thinking it would keep my nether regions dry,  I realize that it’s created a corn starch /nutsack sweat-like paste between my balls and my inner theigh/taint area because I’m sweating from contracting my prostate for so long to hold in the pee because I don’t want to bother the half camel /half man creature sitting in the aisle seat.

Finally I can’t take it any more and I ask to get up because I’m just too uncomfortable and the big goofy ginger in the front row of our section wearing a Washington Wizards basketball jersey stinks so bad that my eyes are watering from his uncomprehensible BO.  And the reason I say it’s uncomprehensible is because he’s with a girl, not completely unattractive who you would think might tell him that he needs to take a frickin shower before you go on a four hour flight to an eighty five degree destination.  You have to wonder how the not-completely unattractive girl is with Stinky, Neanderthal, Washington Wizards Basketball Tank Top Wearing Ginger Stinky Guy.  No joke we were five rows behind him and could smell his BO.

So I work my way past stinky guy and get to the bathroom, lock the door behind me which slides the vacant sign to “occupied” on the other side of the door.  Not even 10 seconds into the bathroom the door handle starts jiggling uncontrollably and someone is trying to get in.  I figure they’re going to realize immediately that it’s locked a) because the door won’t open and b)  because the goddamn sign shows in their face that the frickin bathroom is occupado!  But no, not one but two more rounds of crazy handle jiggling at which point I fully expect an ax to come flying through the door and Jack Nicholson to poke his head into the chasm created by the ax,  screaming “Heeeeere’s Johnny!”

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I finally finish my business and Super K is waiting for me on the other side of the door and I ask her if she was messing with me but, no it wasn’t her.
At the very least I got my frontal wedgie unstuck and relieved myself and we are starting our descent to our final destination.

Weeeee!

 

Currently Gloucester’s Community Developement Office Twitter Account Has 8 Followers. Let’s change that GMGers

Posted on by Joey Ciaramitaro



Follow them on twitter here- https://mobile.twitter.com/innovateglosta

Silhouettes ~ Capt. Joe Fishing Boat

Posted on by Kimsmithdesigns

Capt Joe Gloucester fishing boat. ©Kim Smith 2015. -5Yesterday afternoon as the sun was setting I stopped down the Jodrey State Fish Pier to see if there was any ice left in the harbor. There was some, but it seemed mostly along the edges. Snapping photos of the Captain Joe fishing boat, I met the captain of the Captain Joe and, no surprise, his name is Captain Joe! He was super personable to talk with and asked whether I was speaking American English or was from Great Britain. I asked him from where was his accent and he said a combination of Sicilian and Italian. One of the crew joked and demanded a $100.00 per shot as he assumed I was working for an international magazine. Funny! I told them all about Good Morning Gloucester. If you read this Captain Joe, thanks for the photos of your beautiful boat in the setting sun!

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Capt Joe Gloucester fishing boat. -2 ©Kim Smith 2015I think the photos would be prettier if it were high tide, and will try again one afternoon.

Would you be offended if…

Posted on by Alicia Unleashed

Who pays on the first date?  In the year 2015 there really isn’t a right or wrong answer.

Some men get offended when a woman insists on paying the bill and some women get offended when the men are adamant on paying. Is it who asks out who first is the one that pays? Is it the person that picks the place? Nevertheless it can be an awkward moment at the end of the meal.

 

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Wednesdays with Fly Amero ~ Special Guest: John Rockwell ~ Tonight!

Posted on by Joanne

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Dinner Specials Every Week!

 

Wednesday, March 11th
Special Guest: JOHN ROCKWELL!

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John is excited to be resuming Wednesdays over at Alchemy,
and will be bringing his gang into the Rhumb Line directly
from there this week. It is truly a great and hilarious time
whenever the two of us get a chance to play together… and
it’s been quite a while since the last! ~ Fly
Dinner with great music!
*Each week features a special, invited musical guest
Dave Trooper’s Kitchen…
Prepared fresh weekly by “Troop”… always good!
Check out Fred’s rockin’ wine menu!
Visit: http://www.therhumbline.com/
Looking forward…
…to seeing you there 🙂

Save Bunnie’s Leg!

Posted on by Alicia Pensarosa

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To help save Buddie’s leg, donate here: http://www.loveanimals.org/caaa-save-bunnies-leg.html

 

Bunnie was rescued from a high-kill shelter in the area of Acworth, GA by Cape Ann Animal Aid. After receiving a clean bill of health during her routine vet exam, Bunnie was spayed and ready for adoption…but Bunnie began walking with an occasional limp, favoring her right front leg.

X-rays revealed that Bunnie had a growth plate fracture. The fracture was old and likely occurred prior to her rescue. Bunnie had begun exhibiting symptoms of pain once her leg bones grew past a certain point. That’s because the fracture stopped bone growth of Bunnie’s radius, preventing it from growing normally to match the other bones in her leg.
Buddie needs surgurey to lengthen the bone medically using a procedure called Distraction Osteogenisis. Distraction Osteogenisis surgery relies on the bone continuing to grow under medically forced circumstances. During surgery, an external fixator will be secured to Bunnie’s bone allowing for it to be slowly lengthened (.5-1mm per day) until the desired bone length is reached.

This procedure is very costly and they are anticipating a vet bill of approximately $5,250. This includes expenses (provided at a reduced cost by Cape Ann Veterinary Hospital) for pre-operative blood work and x-rays and post-operative pain management medication.

To Learn more and help save Buddie’s leg visit: http://www.loveanimals.org/caaa-save-bunnies-leg.html

They are very close to their goal, but need your help!

 

 

Spring in Gloucester, circa 1940

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin

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This is what Stacy Boulevard and the Fisherman at the Wheel statue will look like when I take my next long walk. Photo by Alice M. Curtis, circa 1940.