Archive for May, 2009

Hop-A-Long Tradgedy

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

Yesterday, while shining shoes, some customers came in with their adult daughter.  I could see that the daughter had something clutched under her arm that seemed furry, but couldn’t tell exactly what.  I went in for a closer look. When she pulled it out to pet it, I realized it was a rabbit pelt!  I hoped that she never owned the rabbit intact, but assumed that if that was the case, I should just be happy it wasn’t a baby.

And then last night, I was out mowing the yard when all of a sudden I heard the repeated thud of the mower hitting… something. I had run over both baseballs and tennis balls in the yard before (I would think that we live in a ballpark, but have yet to see a concession stand), so I just assumed that’s what it was. When I looked down to see a rabbit turned practically inside-out and in a few pieces, I freaked out. I mowed a bunny!!!

Brandon was pulling into the driveway at the moment, and I couldn’t even talk. Using some sort of loose pantomime, I pointed him in the direction. He assured me the bunny was already dead when I attempted to puree it.

So yesterday was all about the dead bunny, and I dedicate it to Starbuck. Revenge, my friend. Sweet, sweet revenge.

Cuts And Paste

Friday, May 29th, 2009

I feel a “You’re welcome” coming on.  But let me first say, “Thanks,” to Amy for bringing this to my attention.

If you’re not familiar with Paste Magazine, it publishes musical and cultural goodness.  I have bought an issue or two before, but don’t subscribe. And apparently, I’m not the only one - as they are having money problems. I’m impressed with their new tactic to save the magazine- ask for money. If they pull it off, I am considering trying it myself.

But unlike me, they are willing to give you something in return. If you give a donation of any size (even $5), you have access to download songs (many rare) from all sorts of fabulous artists - Over the Rhine, The Decemberists, Brandi Carlile, Derek Webb, The Avett Brothers, String Cheese Incident and tons more.

So join me to save Paste! And if you don’t care, join me to get cheap, good music!!

And… you’re welcome.

Seat Taken By Surprise

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

It was Saturday night.  I was out with friends for dinner (just part of my weekend of gluttony), and then off to see Angels and Demons at the AMC 30 (I’d say rent it and be willing to overlook some silliness. And note that you should not rely on Tom Hanks to save you if you only have an hour left to live). 

With our bellies significantly stuffed, we got to the theater only to realize it had sold out!  And it’s not as if the movie selection was just bursting with “must sees.” Despite the raving reviews of Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, it just doesn’t interest me.

So then - we call the next closest theater hoping that they will have a showing soon. They did, and we had very little time to make it.  We didn’t know if it would be sold-out as well, and I nearly bought tickets over the phone, but didn’t know how that would work since it was practically starting right then (run sentence, run!). 

We rushed to the theater, bought our tickets from the reigning Miss No Personality and found our theater.  As we walked in, I hoped we would be able to find 4 seats together.

As it turns out, I’m pretty sure there were only 4 seats taken.

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So, if you live here, don’t mind the beer cans in the parking lot and Miss No Personality greeting you - I suggest the Great Mall of the Great Plains (they use “great” loosely).

Victory Is Mine!

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

You know how Ms. Pacman just wanders around eating everything in sight? Apparently, she is my new hero, or at least she was this last weekend.

I threw my entire self into “the game,” with one thing on my mind - eating to win.  I’d like to give credit to 3 Women & an Oven, Chik-Fil-A, Houlihan’s, Wil Jenny’s, Blue Koi with their awesome sauce (no really - that’s what it’s called) and friends at 2 cookouts for leading me to victory.  There’s no way I could have done this without you. You are the wind beneath my Buffalo Wings.

As I Always Say

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

As chair of the wellness committee for staff, I’m excited about the new, fun walk and water challenge we started yesterday.  We gave out free pedometers and asked people to track the number of steps and how much water they are drinking each day.  Granted, these pedometers aren’t asked to to join in any pedometer games with the cool pedometers - but still.

With friend and fellow wellness committee member:

Me: I’m just waiting for the “My pedometer doesn’t work” or “Mine is 3 steps off” or “This pedometer is junk.”

Jeff: “Don’t look a gift pedometer in the mouth.”  That’s what I always say.

Star Dozing

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Brandon and I went to see Star Trek last weekend, and I did this with moderate success.  Truth be told, I fell asleep… a little.  It wasn’t as if I went into full hybernation or anything.  It was just a few minutes here… a few minutes there.  And it was completely drool free!

It’s just that it was so comfortable, and so dark, and I was so tired, and it was so, so, so… Star Trek.  It’s not the actual contents of anything Trekkie that I have issues with.  It’s just the idea of Star Trek in general that brings up angsty emotions within me.

You see, when I was in high school, I went to live with my sister over the summer.  And you have to know a little bit about my sister - I love her and appreciate her, but we have pretty different personalities and completely different tastes.  She likes Precious Moments and sweaters with Santa on them and Manheim Steamroller and - Star Trek.

At the time when I was staying with her, Star Trek came on the air on Sunday nights at 10:30. This just happened to coincide with one of my favorite shows - Star Search.  How can you not be drawn to little kids in sequence clogging their hearts out to “It’s a Grand Old Flag?!”  I mean seriously - it’s a matter of taste here (she said, contemplating all she has ever stood up for).

So no - I’m not all excited about life in the future, wearing uni-suits on the Starship Enterprise.  I will reconsider my opinion, if (and only if) I hear Ed McMahon inviting Kirk and Spock to come on stage to sing their rendition of “Over the Rainbow.”

Song And Dance

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

I feel some sort of assurance (unjustified as it may be) that not voting on American Idol completely makes up for not only voting on Dancing With the Stars, but being slightly upset that Gilles Marini didn’t win.

Let me ’splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up (or for Watson and all other Princess Bride haters. - Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.).

I was a ballroom dancer in college.  I was even in the KU Ballroom Dancing Club, which was just slightly overshadowed by the basketball team.  So obviously, I feel led to watch a show on ballroom dancing.  Let’s face it.  A ballroom dancing show is never going to happen again in television history.  We will have to try very hard to just to explain it to future generations without them putting us in a home prematurely.  So yes - I watch the show like the endangered species we all know it is (but probably more, ’cause I don’t even think I could point out a Barbour’s Vlei Rat if it looked me in the face - and let’s hope it doesn’t).

And while I think this is the toughest season finale in the seasons I’ve watched (I’ve seen 3 of the 8), I’m pretty sure that Gilles and Melissa out-danced Shawn.  Yes - she was wonderful, and yes her mild case of dwarfism (unfounded hypothesis) gives her a gymnastic advantage and dancing disadvantage - but come on!!  Just because a 17 year old looks into the camera with puppy dog eyes and an “I skipped my prom for this” lower lip and says how badly she wants to win this, doesn’t mean she should!  Prom wasn’t that great, people!  Did you all forget this?  Maybe you should be put in a home!

Duck, Duck, Duck… Loose!

Monday, May 18th, 2009

If it’s possible to die from cuteness, I would definitely make out a will before watching the video in this article if I were you.

*Waiting*

Have you watched it yet?  Well what are you waiting for?

*Waiting*

I know!!!  Isn’t it the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?!!  Don’t worry, your baby/puppy/kitten/purse is a close second.

Special Delivery

Saturday, May 16th, 2009

Somebody’s in the spotlight again-

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It’s one thing that he’s in the box, but how did he get behind the packaging?

Oh Boy!

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

zoey-pose

The shelter where we got Zoey, rescues cats from kill shelters. Once they have room to bring in more cats, they go to the kill shelter and get a whole group of them at once. When they bring them in, they will give them themed names like a Deep Space 9 group or a bird group.  Zoey came from the Lion King group, and was originally called Nala. They thought he was a she, and thus the name.

We bring him home to be a companion for Franny (and us). She was named after the J.D. Salinger book, Franny and Zooey.  We named our Zoey after the male Zooey of the book (dropping an O). But since most people know Zoey as a female name, he often gets called a she (plus he’s a huge fan of The View - can’t get enough Whoopi).

Recently, I checked back on the shelter site, and they have a section that talks about their adopted pets. I had never seen it until now, and cracked up when I read, “ADOPTED — wonderful new home with great friends. New name Lola.”

And with that, came this “flattering” picture of the two of us:

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But can you blame him for looking strung out? I hear drug issues are common among those with gender identity issues.