My Plan To Fix The Economy

This cat helped to "pump $10 million into the local economy." Of course, that was in Japan. But still...

I nominate one Bogart "Booger" Stinkerburgher as the new mascot for America.


Just picture him in a "jaunty" hat. Come on, you KNOW that would boost tourism in America. Problem solved! He's proven himself to be punctual. He's sort of an Every-Cat we can all get behind.

By the way, my new favorite word is now "jaunty."

I Ain't Afraid Of No Monsters

This video just might have single-handedly turned my day around.

When you ask her about Monsters...

You know how I'm always going on and on about how I'm afraid of the dark and all those monsters. Well, I think I could learn a thing from this little girl.

Since it is nearly Halloween, I need to get my game plan together. You know, what I'ma gunna do bout alla them Monsters. My favorite part is at the end, where she says, "Oohhh." Listen for it, it's really good.

Just a little Post Script here--I've received many of those stupid, scare-the-pants-off-poor-gullible-unsuspecting-folks kind of videos, and I PROMISE you this is not one of those videos.

Ode To The Olive

I've been feeling a little blue the last couple of days, so I thought I might reminisce on a happy memory. Maybe that will lift my spirits.

When I was little, I was my dad's little shadow--if he sat down to watch the news, I was right there with him. If he was working on a project, I would hold the tools. If he had a snack of sardines and buttermilk, so did I. Sardines or olives. I ate anything that he ate.

Yeah, gross. I don't know when that particular behavior of mine stopped. Probably around the time I realized I had taste buds, and that my taste buds liked sugar more than salt. But a short time ago, I had some sort of antipasto salad with olives. And guess what I learned? I love olives.

So now when I visit, not only will I drink all his coffee, I'll be eating all his olives. Love you, Dad.

Aww, Look At The Pumpkin

This.......was me this weekend.

No more Manhattans. Ever.

Oh NO They Di-int

The Detroit News is now Dead To Me. They officially endorse McCain.

"The Republican presidential candidate has the character, pragmatism and independence necessary to lead a united America...."

And yet-- "We readily acknowledge that McCain has run a distressingly ineffective presidential campaign."

Oh, and this-- "Palin is a promising governor and has excited the Republican base, but she is clearly not prepared for the role she was chosen to play and is costing McCain support...."

But, yup, still endorsing McCain. Wow, just WOW. Even The Salt Lake Tribune, a newspaper in the heart of the most conservative state in the nation, is endorsing Obama.

The Spiders, They Know Where I Work!

Yeah, this is a picture of the bathroom at my office. But, if you look very closely, right under the flash reflection in the corner, you'll see it. That little spot right in the corner. See it now? Here--let me help--










There it is--Yet another spider. I have a sneaky suspicion this one is on a recon mission. Sent to gather info on me. I'm more than a little creeped out that this little bugger was mere inches from my booty.

I shall be using the bathrooms on another floor from now on.

Checking My Ego At The Door

As I was walking to get lunch today, somebody asked me for directions. Some stranger, who was lost and wondering the streets of Detroit, saw me and thought, "hmm, this person looks like she knows what's what, perhaps I'll ask her for directions." The irony is, I stare at maps all day, so usually I do know where things are.

I just find it funny, because I never look like I know where I'm going. I hardly look like I know where I am. My face has this tendancy to form itself to match whatever is running through my brain. And I usually look confused. At least that's how it feels.

So, I am able to give the polite stranger directions and I now Feel Very Important and Smart.

Until I get caught in the revolving door to my building.

This is an image I took this spring at the Downtown Hoedown. Man, do I love this town!