Cathy in the Wright

Happy Birthday!

Today's Celebrity Birthday
The Surgeon General turns 9!

Here he is, dangling a poor fish who became sushi in a matter of seconds after this photo was snapped.

The SG and I will be celebrating his birthday at a soon to be determined date. We are planning to take the Corvette (top down, of course) and go cruising around town and then go out to dinner. Then more cruising and a stop for some dessert. And the best part? The Corvette has 2 seats. No one else is invited! Bwah ha ha ha ha!

Have a wonderful day, SG! Hope you get lots of cool stuff!

Talk to you soon,
Love, Aunt Cathy

Laugh for the day

Oh please go read this. I love P.J. O'Rourke. His review of Hillary's book is great. My favorite line:

The Alpha-dork husband, the super-twerp wife, and the hyper-wonk vice president--together with all their mega-weenie water carriers, such as vicious pit gerbil George Stephanopoulos and Eastern diamondback rattleworm Sidney Blumenthal--spent eight years trying to make America nothing to brag about.

Via Power Line.

Sunday Update

Let's see...what was not perfect about yesterday? Um...nothing.

Weather: perfect

80 degrees and a beautiful blue sky dotted with small white clouds.

The drive into my soccer game: perfect

Took the convertible. It's a soul-expanding experience to drive through the countryside with warm air blowing all around you and rolling hills covered with young, green cornstalks on one side of the road; lush, green soybean fields on the other. No other traffic. Great music coming through the speakers at not quite top volume. Makes you wish you didn't have a destination.

Soccer game: perfect

I chipped the ball from the right corner through three defenders and managed to put it right on Joe's toe. He scored. I had one guy on the other team tell me what a nice pass it was.

Coming home to The VP, The Senator, and The Governor: perfect

They all missed me. Even for a couple of hours. sniff

And finally...just for Nana and Buppa...look who I caught coming through the pasture gate. I wish I had a better picture, but I was clicking away hoping he wouldn't bolt. This was as close as I could get.

Awww...

Darwinism?

Did Huck Finn have to deal with barges?

I caught the end of this story on the news last night, but I didn't realize these two women were trying to play Huck Finn until my sister-in-law emailed me. She asks

If you're eighteen, and smart enough to get into a big 10 school, say like the University of Minnesota, why in the world would you attempt to float down the stinky Mississippi river on a piece of foam rubber?

Good question. The recent heavy rains have made the current quite strong. Add in the drag caused by a barge, and Sluurp! Good-bye.

I'm really, really sorry for both girls and their families. What a senseless tragedy.

To blogroll or not to blogroll...

Dean Esmay had an interesting post the other day about long blogrolls versus shorter one. He favors the longer lists; they offer more choices. He also promotes the idea of reciprocal linking:

...offering to exchange links with me goes a long way toward making me think you're the kind of person I'd like on my blogroll.

Well, I agree and disagree. If someone is kind enough to put me on their blogroll or offer to do so in exchange for my linking them, I would do so without hesitation. (Ted's Shop of Dirty Photos and similar sites excluded, of course.) What a great feeling to think something I've written has made someone think enough of me to want to share my site with others. I'd certainly return the favor.

As far as being offered the choice of a long blogroll or a short one, my own tastes lean towards the smaller lists. The megarollers (see Instapundit and Samizdata) present such an incredible array that it's difficult to try and pick a few out of such an offering.

Some bloggers have long lists, but divide up their blogroll into categories. See Mean Mr. Mustard and Emperor Misha. This makes it a little easier; if I'm not in the mood for war blogs, I can go shop in the Humor section.

Short lists are my favorite. Say Joe Blogger has only 20 links on his list. Maybe I've already been to 15 or 16 of them. Now there's only 4 or 5 sitting there making me wonder what I've missed. I'm far more likely to take a peek at one (or all) of these than take a random stab into a megaroll.

This method just works better for me because I usually don't have long periods of time to persue some of those longer ones.

Although it sounds like an interesting game, doesn't it? Sort of like eating the 12 pound prime rib and winning a t-shirt from the steakhouse. "I've Read the ENTIRE Instapundit BlogRoll!"

Married...with Children

I read stuff like this, and I look heavenward and thank God I will never have to go through the dating scene again.

I feel for guys these days. I know quite a few single men who would love to find a girlfriend. Or just go out on a date. I know very few single women who don't have already have a boyfriend. Bad odds, gentlemen.

Somewhat related, The VP and I were talking the other night about whether or not we would remarry if something happened to other. I don't think I could. I just can't imagine finding anyone else who puts up with my sh*t like The VP does. Plus, that would imply that I'd have to let someone besides The VP and my OB/Gyn see me nekkid. Not happening.

The VP didn't have an opinion. He's much more the "I'll cross that bridge, should it arise" kind of guy. I did tell him I think it would be helpful for him, especially if the boys were young, to find another wife. I added that if she was too good-looking, didn't worship my sons, or tried to wallpaper over my portrait which would be painted on the livingroom wall in memoriam...I'd haunt him from heaven, and when he died, the only way he'd get in is with a fake beard and Groucho Marx glasses.

I then told him he'd just be better off to jump on the funeral pyre with me.

He said, "Um, no. But I'll be sure to bring my marshmellow sticks and the boys and I will have s'mores in your honor."

Sigh. I'm just going to have to outlive him.

Grumble....

Stellar soccer game last night. The team we played almost had to forfeit because they only had 7 players. One more showed up at the last minute so we played. 8 versus 11. Should have been a blow-out, right?

They scored the first goal. We won 2-1. Humiliating.

And no Bleat today. If Lileks is not writing because he has to deal with the fallout of his wife losing her job...I hope the party responsible for that horrible HR mistake is flayed alive in the blogosphere. I hope that person's fifteen minutes of fame is wholly comprised of being ripped to shreds from Instapundit down to The Dullest Blog in the World. Jerk.

Speaking of bad guys...The Senator has his friend, Sara, over and the two are off slaying bad guys right now. They ask me for a name and location of a bad guy (Tommy Daschle in the front closet) and they head off to dispatch the varmint with all due speed. When I gave out Saddam Hussein, Sara said,

Hey, I know that guy. I was watching the news and they pulled his statue down.

She's four. If my kid doesn't turn out to be very bright, at least he knows enough to hang around the smart kids.

Time to grill some hot dogs and flush Nancy Pelosi out of her hiding spot in the guest bedroom.

Cute Kid Stories

Try the next person down on your blogroll if cute kid stories don't do much for you.

I was on the phone tonight, and I could hear The Senator yelling for me. Apparently The Governor was in my bedroom (off-limits) and The Senator was concerned about this breach of the rules. I covered the phone and yelled, "I'll be there in a minute." Not content to wait, The Senator took matters into his own hands. He pulled the pacifier out of The Gov's mouth, and using it a la "carrot on a stick," he lured The Gov back out into the living room, holding the pacifier about two inches from The Governor's open mouth. Reminded me of Sunday morning fishing shows.

Eh...maybe it's a "had to be there" story, but it was very funny to watch. I promise.

This story is from Natalie's site, but I liked it so much, I'm posting it here too. Natalie was writing about the storms last night and

I didn't expect the storm to get too bad but joked with Andy, "Hey, if you see a couple of guys on horses out there let me know so I can burn the porn before Jesus gets here." Zoe overheard and asked, "Who's coming?" and I said, "We're not sure, but Jesus might show up." She rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, great. Does he want my milkshake?" No, sweetie, I'm pretty sure Jesus will have already stopped for ice cream on the way.

I love it. I think our family will have a new tradition. Cookies for Santa; ice cream for Jesus. Apocalypse Apple Cinnamon? Raspberry Revelation?

That was sumptin' wild...

Incredible storms around here last night. Thanks, Natalie, for checking in and asking if we are okay. We are.

Our little pocket of Wright County missed the tornadoes. We got lots and lots of rain and some incredible lightning and thunder. A few low areas around the farm are flooded today...but no major damage.

We didn't get a whole lot of sleep. The storms kept going throughout the night, and the dogs...especially The Crazyweiler...HATE storms. They were panting and drooling and would have crawled up inside my pajamas if I would have let them/had the room.

Both boys, however, seemed absolutely impervious to everthing. The Governor went to bed around 8:30 p.m. and we didn't hear a peep from him until 5:00 a.m.

Well, I'm thankful no one was hurt and there was no damage. But I'm dreading the effects of pools of standing water everywhere. Bzzzzzzzzzzzz. (swat!)

Thanks, again, Natalie! Good to hear from you. Hope all is well at Yates Central!

Trapped...

No nursing home visit today. The Senator has a cold. We're stuck at home. Poor Hoocher had to suffer through a bath for naught.

Speaking of dogs, I have yet to post a picture of Breezy, our female shepherd-mix. She's another aquisition from the Humane Society of Wright County. I had been looking for an older dog to keep our Rottweiler pup company, and someone at our vet's office mentioned Breezy and said she had been at the HSWC for several months. I called the shelter, and spoke with a woman who said many glowing things about Breezy. She was a favorite of the staff; no one could figure out why she hadn't been adopted yet. Well, she sounded like a good fit, so I went to see her.

I was unimpressed. Skinny. Unattractive. Aloof.

I went back to the front desk and explained I was the woman who had inquired about Breezy, and I was just about to add that I would like to look at some different dogs when the gal working the desk said, "Oh you're the angel who's come to rescue Breezy!"

Yeah...how was I supposed to go home with another dog after that.

So I finished the paperwork and loaded Breezy into the car. That was six years ago.

She's gained weight, become more comfortable around people, and I can't believe I ever thought she was ugly. And while she's driven us crazy by digging holes and running right through the electric fence...she's also been a wonderful watch dog and has killed countless snakes, mice, moles, and other varmints.

So here is Breezy...with some small Photoshop touches for my brother-in-law because she still makes him nervous.

Sleep, Sleep...I very bloody well COULD go to sleep...

Oh I can't wait to go to bed. Another 15 minutes and The Governor should be asleep. Ten minutes after that...so will I.

Last night's sleep was interrupted by another IMPORTANT BULLETIN from The Senator. He came upstairs, stood by The VP's ear and shouted:

DAD! I had a Great Sneeze! And I used a tissue, but I didn't throw it on my floor. I came upstairs and put it in the trash can in your bathroom. I just had to tell ya.

I may not sleep much, but I never worry about missing anything big because we've got our own personal Reuters News Service sleeping one flight of stairs below us.

I don't think my mom must get much sleep either. She's constantly worrying about her adult children. This afternoon she was talking with my sister, and my sister mentioned that a tornado warning was in effect for a county just west of mine. My mom says, "Oh I hope she knows to go the basement!" My sister thought this was hysterical, especially since Mom dragged us to the basement every time it rained when we lived at home. So I called my mom.

Hey Mom...had a question for you. In a tornado warning...do you go to the basement, or do you head to the highest level of your home, roof perhaps, and stay there to avoid flying glass when your windows shatter?

"Oh honey, you always go to the lowest level..."

She didn't get it. So I tried again.

Well, Mom, that sounds like good advice, but are you certain about that? I thought I saw on Channel 4 once that you're supposed to get an aluminum ladder, because they're the sturdiest, and crawl up on your roof during bad weather to prevent injuries from broken glass. And bring your umbrella with you, right?

"Well, I don't think...wait a minute. You're fooling with me, aren't you?"

Sorry, Mom. I couldn't help myself.

Of course I've just screwed myself out of babysitting services next Thursday, haven't I? Damn.

Crush Lists...

Speaking of crush lists...here is Prince William's stable of beauties.

Why Soccer is Good for Your Heart

Another soccer game tonight. This is the same league where I plot against Nick the Jerk who cannot seem to comprehend the word “recreational.” He didn’t show up this evening, so I had a chance to focus my attention on some of the other players.

I’ve obviously been spending too much energy conspiring against Nick. This league has so many really great guys. Margaret (my buddy of many years) and I stood in the parking lot after the game and made a list of all the crushes we have on various men who are playing this session.

Topping my list in Krause. He’s one of several German players. Not only is he cute, but he has an adorable accent. At least it sounds cute when he is encouraging his teammates. I grinned every time I heard, “Goot job, Cathy.”

Cory is right up there for both of us, too. Cory is a great player and uncommonly generous on the field. He’s smart, attractive, and kind. Unfortunately, Cory is at least 10 years our junior. Some women could handle that well…I can’t. Too much like a little brother.

On the other end of the age spectrum is Anthony. He’s about ten years older than me. This I could handle. He’s a handsome man with silvering hair and very considerate and gentle.

I think The VP better start hoping that Nick returns next week.

Look who's coming for dinner

On my way into my game tonight, I was Road Kill Queen in my SUV. I ran over two snakes and hit a couple of pocket gophers. The snakes jumped me; they slithered out of the long grass right in front of my tire. SUV-assisted suicide. I feel bad about the snakes.

I’m not sure how I managed to kill the gophers; they’re usually a lot faster than that. Probably these two were slower because they had been filling their bellies with MY strawberries. Serves ‘em right.

And while I'm thinking about dead animals...there is no reason anyone in this state should go to bed with an empty belly with all the #@$%^ Canada geese we have around here.

Car talk

Last night was another soccer game, and because the weather was soooo beautiful, I drove the convertible again. At a stoplight, I ended up waiting for the green next to a car full of 16-year old boys. A couple of them looked over and I heard, "Oooh, a Corvette, dude!" They all looked, and I looked back. One of them said, "A 'vette with a chick."

Sniff. What a wonderful boy. I'm old enough to be his mother. I smiled, blew them a kiss, and let them peel out at the green and have the pleasure of showing me how their mom's 2000 Corolla could be a real bad-ass car. What a great night.

Went over to my brother's house after the game and had some pizza with The SG and The Cap (my newphews). Life doesn't get much better.

Oh, wait, it does. I was talking with my brother about how excited we get when someone throws us a link because we blog primarily for our family and don't think much of what we write would attract outside attention. Having another blogger find anything in our sites worth mentioning is an ENORMOUS high for us. So this morning I'm catching up on my blog reading, and over at Curmudgeonly & Skeptical, I saw my name at the bottom of this post! Hoo-ha! Thanks!

It's Miller Time! (Well, maybe in another nine hours.)

What do I do now?

Rare quiet moment around here. The Governor just went to sleep, and The Senator is still in bed. The Senator woke up last night when I got home from my late soccer game; we watched HGTV until midnight. Good thing we don't have anything pressing to do today. Maybe we could hire the guy who turned the Johnson's bedroom into a Mediterranean retreat to give our family room a makeover.

Note to Nana and Buppa: We saw the momma deer in the driveway yesterday; no signs of the fawns yet. And some of the baby pheasants have moved into their new digs. Hope you're having a good time. The boys miss you. Me too.

My son the environmentalist

Yesterday I harvested a couple of dishes out of the trash. Time to have another talk with The Senator about the word "disposable." I don't know if he's truly absent-minded or if he has eaten one too many yogurts and come to the conclusion that most food is served in disposable containers.

He threw away a spoon as well. I think I can take the picture of one of my butter knives off the milk carton. I'm guessing it's in a landfill by now.

Awww...Ain't he cute?

I was going to apologize for missing a couple of days, but I'm not going to do that. I'm just not sorry. I love my life.

Tuesday was nursing home day. This fine looking dog above with the questionable pedigree is Hoocher, our pet therapy dog. He has no formal training, but he makes a great nursing home visitor because he doesn't bark, doesn't lick, and loves to snuggle. Nothing makes his day more than being able to jump up on a bed and make himself comfortable right next to a resident with a free hand for petting his head.

Well...that and scrounging for crumbs in the Alzheimer's unit.

Yesterday was a lot of fun. I took The Senator to the Edina Community Pool with Aunt S. and Cousins M. & J. The Senator has always been a little shy about the water. He still doesn't like to get his head wet. Yesterday you would have thought he was part seal. His favorite part was trying to drown me in three feet of water. He couldn't touch the bottom and spent the entire time in the "big kids pool" hanging on my neck and telling me to "giddy-up."

Speaking of Cousins M. & J. - they are regular blog readers, and told me they wanted their own nicknames for my site. Cousin M decided he wanted to be called The Dictator. Sorry, M., but the only dictator allowed in Wright County is me. However...last night I was thinking that because you are so smart and your handwriting can be hard to read at times...you should be a doctor. And what more important doctor is there than The Surgeon General. Henceforth, you are The SG.

Now your brother...he's more of a Special Ops kinda guy. I was trying to think of a position in our government that would reflect his talents...but I find myself drawn to the annals of organized crime literature. Therefore, Nephew J. shall be hereby assigned to the position of caporegime, and referred to hereafter as The Cap.

I had a few more family members to baptize into the blog with new nicknames, but The Governor is filling his pants. We are also scheduled to be leaving for the park this morning, so I will try to post more this afternoon. Have a great Thursday.

Eeewwww or EU?

Holy cow...and some folks are scared of John Ashcroft. I just finished reading this post over at Samizdata. The EU wants to dictate that all on-line media (from news organizations to the once-a-month blogger) must offer a comment field for anyone who has been discussed on their site.

Perry de Havilland rightly tells the EU they can go to Belgium hell.

Movin' Too Fast

Sorry about missing some weekend blogging, but I've been busy. Friday night was another soccer game. I scored the first goal on a corner kick. Unassisted. Yep, I bent it into the net from the corner. Was that ever sweet. Especially since a lot of folks think all us defenders don't know what to do once we cross the half line. (Which is mostly true for me...but I like to take corner kicks.)

Saturday was a wedding for the daughter of a family friend. The bride was beautiful. It was a pretty tough day for her dad, though. She was not only his little girl, but his good buddy. They did everything together. Hunting, fishing, etc. I hope he recovers soon.

Sunday - more soccer. Very hot. There wasn't much running around...if the ball got by you, you waved to the keeper and said, "Good luck!"

I drove the convertible to the game. Yee Haw! Got a little sunburned on my arms, but it was hard to care. When you're singing along to Dean Martin on a warm day with the wind blowing through your hair...well, the thought of putting the top up was RIGHT OUT!

And now for another gratuitous Crazyweiler photo:

Have a great week.

My Two Dads

No. Go elsewhere if you are looking for the memoirs of someone raised in a gay household.

Happy Father’s Day to my wonderful dad and my awesome father-in-law.

My Dad:

Trying to write about my father is a daunting task. Writing was his profession, first as a journalist, and then as a public relations specialist for a major corporation. He’s damn good at it. I can’t tell you the agonies my brothers and sister and I used to suffer when our homework underwent scrutiny by his professional eye. We used to dread it, because he always found something that could be improved. He was always kind; always patient, and always had a suggestion or two for how we could better our performance. And he was always right.

I will never achieve his level of writing because I don’t have the same talents that he does. So I hope this modest tribute captures my thoughts, because I know I won’t be able to do him the justice he deserves.

Here’s what makes my dad so terrific:

He’s a hands-on dad. He changed diapers. He sat up for long hours with my colicky brother. He took us to the park. He coached hockey and soccer. He made it to softball and basketball games. He took us to work with him on the weekends. He let us drive his car the same day we came home with our learner’s permits. He demanded to know where his teenagers were and had no compunction about calling our dates to find out why we were not home. (Well, my dates, anyway.) He helped us move into our first apartments or houses. He walked his daughters down the aisle. And these days he’s turned into a hands-on grandpa.

As a dad, he knew how to use discipline effectively. Hearing the words, “I’m disappointed in you,” from my dad was ten times worse than a spanking. He knew how to boost your spirits; hearing “I’m proud of you,” from him was 100 times better than a “good job” from a teacher. He knew how to make a night of television and popcorn a huge treat. He never turned down a reasonable request. And I don’t recall hearing him asking for anything for himself.

He is fair. When he would travel on business, he always came back with four bags of peanuts from the airplane. I wonder how many flight attendants were amused by the guy in 24A asking for three additional bags of pretzels because he couldn’t return home with just one. It might cause a fight.

He’s funny. He loves puns. He stretches the boundaries of humor to make them. And we groan and we claim to be embarrassed, but we’re secretly proud of him and wish we could make people roll their eyes too.

He’s smart. He’s the kind of guy a society hostess would love to have at her table because he can intelligently converse with any crowd. He’s willing to examine new points of view, but he has firm convictions on a lot of ideas. Don’t get into an argument with him if you’re unprepared; he’ll expose your ignorance. Been there.

But most of all, he’s a terrific dad because he loves us and has always made us feel that our family was the most important thing in the world to him. And I hope he knows that his kids feel the same way. Thank you, Dad!

Love,
Forever your little girl,
Cathy

My Father-in-Law:

I get a similar reaction each time a friend of mine meets my father-in-law, Sonny.

“You are SO lucky.”

For them, it’s like seeing the captain of the football team take the mousy class nerd to the prom. Somehow they just can’t believe someone that cool is hanging around with someone…not quite so deserving.

Well today I would like to say that this mousy class nerd WORKED HARD to find such a great father-in-law, and you had best keep your jealous thoughts to yourself.

Luck had nothing to do with it. I trolled eBay for months on end looking for just the right man. It was risky, and the quality was a bit like shopping at Wal-mart, so I gave up and moved on to Sotheby’s Auctions. When Sonny came up for bid, I was stunned. Here was the perfect future grandfather to my kids. I could tell that from just one look on the large-screen TV. (The auction house wouldn’t let him appear on stage live; they were afraid of mobs.) I ended up in a vicious bidding war with a heart surgeon from Connecticut who was trying to replace her current model, but I called her bluff and walked away victorious. I had to sell my car and most of my belongings, but he was worth it.

I don’t think I could have picked a more considerate, thoughtful, entertaining, and generous father-in-law.

He treats me like a spoiled daughter. I never get scolded…not even when I drove the big lawn mower over the edging in the front of his house and shredded it to pieces. And my jewelry box has been filled with several beautiful gifts from his many travels.

He makes life full of surprises. He loves to pull pranks, and hates to be the victim of one. We constantly look for ways to “get” each other. But there is no one I’d rather go have a beer with more than him.

He is constantly doing things to make my life easier. Frequently, my trash bags disappear from my front porch and make it down to the dumpster. He’s rid my strawberry patch of gophers. He magically knows just when to call and ask for The Senator to come out and play…it’s always when I need a break the most.

The only drawback to having such a great father-in-law is that it’s hard to repay him for all the wonderful things he does for me. But I’m working on it. I bake cookies for his fishing trips and I try to remember to bring back a pint of fried rice from our favorite Chinese restaurant whenever I’m in town. And I let him mow the lawn.

He’s mine.

He’s not for sale.

Thanks, Sonny!
Love,
Cathy

Yee-haw

I have the best spouse IN THE WORLD! Wait...I know, I know. You're thinking perhaps you might have the best. YOU'RE WRONG!

I've had seven and a half years now to make this determination; I'm confident in my conclusion.

He left me the keys for the convertible. He could have taken it today - the first pleasant, warm day we've had in a while...but no. He left it for me because I have a game tonight and it's SO MUCH FUN to drive! Vvrrroooommmm.

Thanks, Honey!

If only The Governor would have slept past 6:15 a.m., this morning would have been perfect.

The Senator was pretty funny last night. His favorite game as of late is to hide under the covers on my side of the bed, so I when I turn out the light and climb in, I "discover" someone already in my spot. I thought he was going to throw up he was laughing so hard. And then thinks up an excuse to get me out of the room again. "Mom, I think you forgot to pet the puppies good-night." Okay, but you better be back in your own bed by the time I get back. I can hear him giggling under the covers from half way across the house.

I forgot to link to this picture yesterday, so go have a look today. It just made me laugh and laugh and laugh. Man...this guy comes up with some great ones.

And don't miss Steve's take on Hillary's book-writing process.

And She's Off...

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We’re so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!

Emerson, Lake, & Palmer
Karn Evil 9 First Impression

Welcome to the new and improved Crazyweiler.com! I just can’t tell you how excited I am to be here. And it wouldn’t have been possible without Mr. Dean Esmay! (applause track) If you’ve been reading my previous site, you know that Mr. Esmay is the philanthropist who has moved a score or more of us BlogSpot refugees into the modern world.

I also need to thank Bryan at Arguing with Signposts. He’s been encouraging me since I first typed the words, “BlogSpot sucks.”

(sniff) Man, I love you guys. (sniff)

And speaking of Bryan at Arguing with Signposts…guess (go on, just guess) whose lyrics are featured on the Lyric-a-Day Melee(tm) for today? You are so smart! What a great way to officially start off my new site. So please head on over to Bryan’s and check out all the great lyrics from this week and then feel sorry for yourself that you didn’t take my advice and send him an entry. Wish you had your name up there, don’t you?

I'm hoping to have a photo like this up in my banner (header?) when I figure how to do it. If there are any MT design pros out there that feel like helping, I'm all for charity. (Or hiring!)

Since it looks like rain, I think we're skipping the park today, so I'm hoping to sneak in a bit more blogging later on this afternoon.

Thank you all for stopping by!

Cathy

Photos...

Greg Z stopped by for a look at the Crazyweiler and remarked that it's difficult to see the eyes. I don't have any better pictures of the nut right now, but I'm working on it. While trying to get the hang of MT, I'm also trying to figure out the Corel Photo program I have on my computer to help me crop/resize photos and make them easier to post.

I've seen people write about Photoshop; is this something I should buy? I'm not going to be altering too many photos...just trying to get them down to a smaller size. Any suggestions?

(Oh, G*d...gag...choke...The Crazyweiler just passed gas...horrible...keyboard melting...)

Wow, was that bad. He's banished from the office.

Well, it's late, and I've got a big day tomorrow. The OFFICIAL unveiling of the new and improved Crazyweiler.com!

Here is what a Crazyweiler looks like. Avoid them at all costs. They'll drive you, well, crazy.

Double Blogging: Worse than Double Dipping

I'm still posting mainly on my Blog*Spot site because I'd like to spiff this site up a bit more. But it stinks to write in two places. I don't know how people find the time to write in more than one place.

Just a funny note though. Yesterday, The Senator was walking around the house saying, "Hungry? Grab a Snickers. Hungry? Grab a Snickers?"

Time to pay more attention to the quantity of television being watched around here.

Hot D*mn

If my grin got any bigger I'd lose my ears. Thank you Dean Esmay! You are the best! This is my first post. The very first words were from Dean. I can't wait to dig in and start learning MT! Whooo hoo!

How am I supposed to go to sleep now?

Did you pick up on just HOW D*MN EXCITED I AM ABOUT THIS?????

Let There Be Light

And here you are. :-)