The hobbit, Billy Bibbit, ribbits all day with the frogs in the swamp where him and his hobbit wife live.

Crane Count

I am starting a new project- to create 1000 paper cranes. The project is meticulous as monotonous but strangely satisfying. I don't know if I will give myself a time limit but I think I want to just trickle about this. No pressure, just paper. If everything goes right, I might just get a wish.


Crane Count: 15

Anne > Meredith

Anne Curry is a significantly better Today host than Meredith Vieira.

I Thought We Were Playing Rugby

Possibly the worst game of professional soccer ever played took place at the Meadowlands earlier today. I was proud to be watching these esteemed role models show off their knowledge of the basic rules to the young generation in the stands. Possibly the highlight of the game was watching a Dallas player actually try and catch the ball in the air. I can't imagine what he was thinking. Maybe he just got mixed up and forgot which sport he was playing.

"I'm gonna have half of the pork roll and cheese sandwhich. Wait, I think there is egg on it!"

"But I thought it was just pork roll and cheese."

"Then what is this big yellow thing on it?"

"Uh, Cheese?"

I Love Lucy

Sometimes when I am alone, I like to put a bandanna in my hair and just clean. It makes me feel like a 50's housewife or Lucille Ball. Both are good.

Say, What's Your Name?

I accompanied my mother to the radiologist's the other day, only to find myself staring lazily around the room. The office felt like a senior citizen's home had been raided, doused in a whirlwind of macabre, potpourri, and flowery wallpaper. The variations of floral decor gave it a homely feel, but the sterile quietness let it retain the doctorish vibe. I thought it was a good compromise.
I didn't think I looked particularly approachable just sitting there, but apparently others did. The bell over the door rang and a grandmother, man and his daughter walked in. The young girl maybe 7 or 8 was bouncy and vivacious. She was missing her two front teeth and her hair was pulled into two pigtails.
Her father introduced her to me as Mistina, but to call her Misty.
Being polite I introduced myself, almost telling them a different name just for the fun of it. I imagined myself being Abigail for a day, or maybe Claudia. That could make things interesting.

6th Sense

It has been said that animals can sense storms and other natural occurrences. For years, my dog Hailey has been my own little forecaster, retreating to the tiniest corner she can fit into whenever a storm is on the prowl. Of course, she does the same for fireworks- but it's easy to tell the difference. Lately her shelter of choice has been the shower tub. I don't know what is funnier to watch, her in the tub or tip-toeing into it. If dogs can tip-toe, this one can.



Hailey has always had a chummy relationship with tubs. When she was a puppy and not yet house-broken, she would go and pee in the tub at night. I was certainly glad of it, cleaning the carpet is a pain. I can't say for sure if the tub is the most comfortable spot but it seems to sedate her. I wonder where her next hide-out will be.

You Say You Want A Revival

Amid the flying frenzy of the of the [relatively] new Woodstock revival, I found this contradicting article. It made me giggle.

http://www.newsweek.com/id/211496?GT1=43002

Just An Observation

The train station reminds me of the New York Stock Exchange. People are lined up all over watching a few microscopic screens, waiting for their track to be announced. When the screen changes, it is like someone won the lottery. There is a mad stampede to said gate with plenty of pushing and crushed toes. Of course, the only winners are the ones that actaully get the seats.

Something's Fishy

The beach and I have a love/hate relationship. For as much love I adorn the water, I hold the same contempt for the sand. Chills run down my spine as soon as the sand touches my toes and it seems to say in my hair for weeks. It clings to your skin like leeches, needing a scratchy towel to finally rub it all off. I'd much rather a nice green pasture that slowly transitioned into water, or better yet, drop me off in the middle of the ocean- I'd like that.

A well-built young man in his twenties pounces on an unseen object in the middle of a grassy store front. After lazy smile and an adjust of his swim trunks, he crouches and pounces again. A small white butterfly just escapes his grasp and flutters out into the street. I wonder about the man's intrigue in the insignificant insect. He pushes his floppy blond hair out of his eyes and jumps over the fence and into the street. As I take a quick look back, I can still see the man dancing with his butterfly in the middle of traffic, not yet reaching his goal. Or is he?

After arriving home from the beach, a sort of sedation seeps into my body. It starts in my limbs, travels to my eyes and and ends in my spine. My skin and hair feel rougher than normal and emit a salty aroma. It is a nostalgic smell that makes me even more tired. My young cousin says I smell like fish.

Penpal de John Hughes

This has to be one of the absolute coolest things in the entire world. It is inspiring.

http://wellknowwhenwegetthere.blogspot.com/2009/08/sincerely-john-hughes.html

Rest Well John Hughes

It's The Sign Of The Devil!

http://www.optimum.net/News/AP/Article?articleId=594165