Wednesday, January 31, 2007



Winter means time for warm things, like thermal photos of you and your beau.
This is me and my beau. Being thermal.

Winter didn't seem like it was going to happen this year. Up until a few weeks ago, it was pretty balmy here in the mitten state, all 45 degrees and rainy. We were having a Seattle/Portland winter, which was just fine by me. But now that the snow is here, I want Goat to teach me how to snowboard and run the dog in the snow because it's funny to watch her bound around. My dog looks like Santa's Little Helper and runs like the wind, but frequently will lose communication between front half and back half upon deceleration. The end is a hilarious mid air hula.

Ahh, winter.

Monday, January 22, 2007



This is my very cute dog. She loves everyone, even you.


I see you!!!!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Making Headlines

Today, as I do everyday, I got to work, fired up my computer and hopped onto my email to find out all those things I missed in the fifteen and a half hours I was away from my work desk. While waiting for my work email to load, I quickly hopped onto MSN to check my personal email. Every day I get an email from this website that charts how long I have quit smoking, how many cigarettes I have NOT smoked since I quit, and how much money I've saved. I find this to be a great way to start another day of not smoking.

But, I digress.

So the MSN homepage comes up and there, under the section "MSNBC News" is the headline, "Rescued teen relieved after rescue".

First, I thought "Duh". Then, I read it a few times to make sure my brain wasn't processing anything incorrectly. Then I laughed for a while. I am glad the boy is home, I'm glad he got rescued, and I'm sure he is relieved but that has to be one of the stupidest headlines I have ever read.

I come across this type of hack headline writing frequently, too. It's not really a now and then thing anymore. I love these kinds of headllines, because they make me laugh.

Headlines can be stupid in many fashions. They can state the obvious, such as the one above did in spades. Sometimes they sound dirty, even though you know what they are talking about and you know it's not dirty. For example, all this talk about gas prices over the last handful of years has created extensive use of the word "pump", which can easily be made lascivious. Some make it seem like, in the time pinch to make a deadline, no one read the headline to see if it was fit to print. Most fun is what they make me think of when I read them.

Here are a few others from sifting through today's papers that made me pause, followed by my first reaction.

"Doctors propose uterus transplants" - Ummm....
"No sprinklers at fire"- Isn't that why there was a fire in the first place?
"Hangings spark anger"- Hangings have been known to do that.
"Many across nation help, march, reflect" - Shiny happy people! Safe for jogging at night.
"Lockheed gets Navy warning shot" -Taking one for the team! Immediate second though being: It's about time someone started shooting at those bastards at Lockheed.


My favorite headline is one that I'm pretty sure no one read until the paper was on the news stand. That had to be the case, or else it never woud have been printed. In 1998, the San Jose Mercury News proclaimed, on the front page, "CIA Clears Itself in Crack Probe". I have never laughed so hard in my life. It took me a few minutes before I could calm down enough to explain to my roommate why I was laughing in the first place. When I showed her, she laughed until she was on the verge of peeing in the driver seat of her car. I still have that little gem of a headline stored away, waiting to be framed and put on display in my bathroom.

I know, headlines are for grabbing attention. They have to explain the crux of the story in a few short words. I'm sure it can get tricky, but it seems that some are almost an afterthought, or worse they can seem like they explain everything so you don't have to bother reading the whole story. Regardless of intention, I will be endlessly entertained every day as I sift through the papers and laugh thinking about the clean crack of the CIA.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Truly Lumpers

Happy New Year!

I'm sure you are wondering what landed under the christmas tree for me. Maybe that was so many blogs ago that you forgot what I asked for. Maybe your new to my blog and have no idea what I'm talking about. Maybe you landed on my blog by accident and don't give a flying rat's ass.

Sadly, I didn't get the horse I've been putting on my christmas list for the last 27 years, nor did I get the composter. I did get a Sephora gift certificate (thank you 2T!) and my awesome Mom is giving me a laptop!! Whoopie!!

I also got an infection for christmas (where was that on my list, Santa?!?). So I did the American thing and took antibiotics. To which I had an allergic reaction. I felt all off and funny as soon as I started the medication and lo and behold this past Tuesday, I broke out in hives EVERYWHERE!!!

I truly lived up to my name: Lumpers

The great thing about the hives (cause there was one) was the timing. I had spent a chunk of last week in Arkansas with my brother and his wife and many, many dogs. I got home and had a great little New Year's Eve party at my house, got to lay around and relax the next day, and returned to work on Tuesday. Tuesday was my first day quitting smoking. I was going a little nuts and feeling awfully cranky and cantankerous when my earlobes and neck started to itch and get puffy. Within a few hours, I was pretty much covered.

Over the next few days, I was in hell. I was itchy and swollen and whacked out of my tree on antihistamines but the last thing on my mind was smoking! I haven't even thought about it until going to lunch with my beloved this afternoon. It was the first time I'd left the house in a few days in a non-Benadryl state of mind, and it was lovely! I didn't even want to smoke!

I know I will stumble on cravings and want to just have one (which always turns into a pack a day within a month). I will just have to remember the raw, distorted, itchy monster that showed up this past week in the mirror to take my mind off the lack of nicotine in my body. In my gratitude for that monster's intervention, I must not smoke again.