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.