Nirvana

I'm a few weeks behind on this, but had a lovely time visiting Stacy and family in Seattle. It reminded me just how much I love and miss the Northwest (like I could forget!). Stacy ensured that I saw lots of the city. I had seen only bits here and there during past trips when I lived in Oregon, usually when I drove up for a concert, so it was fun getting a feel for neighborhoods and all the funky spots scattered throughout the city.

First up was an outing with the clan for seafood at Chinook's, where we had a table with a view of the marina. Andy and I had the Oregon rockfish; Stacy and the girls had fish & chips. We also tried oysters on the half shell.

The next morning we hit Top Pot to start our day with a donut sugar-rush. Stacy and I did some shopping at Trader Joe's, the best grocery ever, and I lamented, as I often do, not living near one (Colorado has zero locations and no plans for any; one opened in Albuquerque a few months after we moved away). I picked up dog treats for Angus and Esther, wasabi peas, snap pea crisps and some of my favorite flavors of Stash tea. We also stopped at the "regular" grocery, where I was happy to find Pacific Crest trail mix, my favorite (and after searching for the link, I have discovered I may be able to buy it at the REI here!). Andy was called in to work at the hospital for a couple of appendectomies (you know, a routine day at the office), so Stacy, the girls and I dined on yummy homemade lasagna.

On Sunday, it was off to the Fremont Market, where the prices were great, but unfortunately I couldn't fit a dresser or 50s lamps on the plane. The Fremont neighborhood boasts lots of cute shops and restaurants, as well as a giant bronze Lenin statue. And since Stacy and Andy knew I was jonesing for McMenamins fries with malt vinegar, we stopped at Dad Watsons. I also had a Ruby raspberry ale. McMenamins has a chain of pubs, restaurants, hotels and theaters in Oregon and Washington. They take historic buildings -- such as Edgefield, an old poor farm; Kennedy School, a former elementary school (complete with blackboards in the guest rooms); and Grand Lodge, a former Masonic home -- and imprint them with their unique stamp (which includes whimsical, sometimes creepy art in the hallways) for a fabulous experience. (Be sure to check out the photo galleries to get an idea of what makes them so special). If you ever travel to the Northwest, you've got to check out some of their locations! My first date with Michael was at a McMenamins (Thompson's).

Stacy, on spring break, and I volunteered at Ada & Harriet's kindergarten on Monday. We had a blast watching all the cute kids work on their art projects. Later I played "Candyland" and "Angelina Ballerina" (complete with acted-out pirouettes) with the girls, gave them piggyback rides and read to them while we sat on pink beanbag chairs. Then I went to dinner at former Louisville roommate Debbie's house. She and her husband, Steve, said I couldn't publish their photo on the blog; their brilliant, hilarious kids, Aaron and Isaac, were much more accommodating.

On Tuesday, Stacy and I checked out Experience Music Project, near Seattle Center, home of the Space Needle. At EMP, I got an eye-level view of Gene Simmons' studded metal codpiece (that alone made it worth the price of admission). There was a great Bob Dylan exhibit, which included one of his handwritten school papers, along with tons of other memorabilia, and a Jimi Hendrix exhibit, featuring some of his flamboyant costumes. Of everything we saw, I found myself most moved by seeing one of Kurt Cobain's shirts, for some reason. We also checked out novelty shop Archie McPhee's. Later the whole family went to Cupcake Royale, where I had a to-die-for cupcake with lavender-flower icing. That night, Stacy and I met my mother-in-law, Becky, who happened to be in town for work, for dinner at the 5 Spot in the Queen Anne neighborhood. The restaurant is known for featuring different regions of cuisine at any given time. We were there on South Carolina night, though I don't think any of us ordered from that supplemental menu. I did, however, have a Scarlett O'Hara, like a cosmopolitan but made with Southern Comfort.

Before I left town, Stacy and I scoped out the Coryell Apartments, where much of "Singles" was filmed. I was surprised to see there was no fountain. Oh, and speaking of scoping out housing, I failed to mention that we drove past Stacy and Andy's fab new bungalow many times over. Unfortunately I didn't get to see inside because they hadn't closed on it yet, but next time I visit, I'm sure they'll put me up in even grander style.

Must-see DVDs

I had never heard of "Wonderfalls," but Michael came across it somewhere and thought it was worth renting. Was he right! The 2004 Fox series didn't even make it an entire season, but luckily the whole season made it to DVD.

The show tells the story of Jaye, a college philsophy grad who finds herself working at a Niagara Falls gift shop and living in an Airstream in a trailer park. She already doesn't fit in (her family is made up of socialite author mom Karen, doctor dad Darrin, lawyer sister Sharon and theologian brother Aaron) but finds a new quirk from the first show: Inanimate objects in the form of animals talk to her and, she finds, lead her to shape the fate of others.

The premise sounds silly, but it's one of those gems of a show and worth renting if you love quirky humor.

While watching, we kept thinking the show smacked of familiarity, as Jaye reminded us a lot of Georgia/George/Millie (aka "Toilet Seat Girl") from our beloved "Dead Like Me," which lasted two seasons on Showtime. Turns out, both were created by the same guy, Bryan Fuller. "Dead Like Me" revolves around a group of grim reapers who "live" among the living and must carry out their job on a daily basis. Check them out!

A 'Grey' matter

Has anyone seen "Grey Gardens"? I read about it recently, and we borrowed it from the library. It's a 1976 documentary (released on DVD in 2001) about "Big" Edie Beale, an aunt of Jackie Bouvier Kennedy Onassis, and her daughter, "Little" Edie Beale. Michael and I were intrigued but perplexed by it. Apparently it got smashing reviews upon its release and has had a cult following ever since. Fashion designers and others talk of the influence of this film on their work. As far as we could tell, it was little more than a home movie of a couple of crazy ladies in their crumbling East Hampton mansion. We kept watching because we hoped for background of some sort, but all we got were more song and dance routines than we could stand.

Both women were high society back in their day -- the old photos are proof of that. But the movie never explains why they seemingly went cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, why they never leave the house, what happened to Big Edie's other kids and why Little Edie has no hair or eyebrows (illness? neurotic pulling and plucking?).

We didn't understand all the hubbub over the movie (there's a Web fan site devoted to it, a musical, and a movie next year that will star Jessica Lange and Drew Barrymore as mother and daughter) since nothing's ever explained. Maybe the women were bigger than life at the time and people knew their back story, but we felt cheated out of any details. I haven't been able to find anything much online beyond the obvious. So if anyone has any insights, would love to hear them. We were compelled by the story but just felt like we didn't learn much about the women. Even the DVD extras offer nothing helpful.

Beautiful girl

A gigantic, heartfelt CONGRATULATIONS to Mal and Joe on their beautiful new daughter, Lucy! They have been in China for two weeks and have been awaiting this moment for nearly two years. Love and all the best as their start their new life together in Kentucky.

Read more about the Journey to Lucy Mei.

Marcia Brady syndrome*

It is a well-known fact that I have trouble with stick-to-itiveness (potentially lesser-known fact: That is an actual word in Webster's), so even I am amazed that I was able to knit a whole hat in a mere matter of days.

First, a long-winded background on my needlework history (not including my stints with '70s latch-hook rugs and long-stitch embroidery, which were as rampant as bell-bottoms and "Frampton Comes Alive!"). Though I grew up in a house with a grandma who could crochet and sew (I'm guessing she knitted, but I don't remember her doing so), I never bothered to learn much beyond your basic crocheted chain, and my cousin Jahna and I went through a mini-beanbag-making stint using scraps of fabric and, I'm pretty sure, actual beans.

Fast-forward to the '90s, and I realized I really should have mined that wealth of handiwork right under my nose when I had the chance. But I didn't, so I took a handful of classes at the sewing paradise Baer Fabrics in Louisville and finagled a sewing machine for Christmas. I made a skirt out of cute Cicely Mary Barker Flower Fairy fabric (though the pattern involved a weird shape and I've never worn it), and I made a curtain for my kitchen window. Then came a polyester blouse class. First, I never would have worn the shirt in real life. Second, it involved buttonholes. Needless to say, I didn't finish it before the class wrapped up, and the shirt lived unfinished in a Baer's bags for years, until I finally sent it along with a thrift-store donation during a move. Let someone else finish what I started. Aside from the occasional repair of clothing, the sewing machine has mostly been unused since (except for a brief quilting stint last year, but more on that later).

Fast-forward again, to the 2000s, and I decided it was time to take up crochet after failing to teach myself from a book. I found a helpful woman who ran a shop in Oregon, and next thing you know, I was dropping in for her help all the time. I made a baby afghan for goddaughter Claire and ordered personalized labels to sew onto my creations. I found a pattern for adorable baby hats with handcrafted flowers on top and made several for friends' kids. Then I was seduced by a class at the shop in tatting (which I'd seen on TV once and was enthralled) and another, at a private home, in rug-hooking. NOT to be confused with latch-hook. Traditional rug-hooking involves strips of wool hooked into burlap, and the most elaborate are amazing works of art (unlike the Ziggys and Tasmanian Devils of the past).

Around the same time, I decided I should learn knitting. There were no classes to fit my schedule, so the woman at the shop offered to put one together if I could round up enough people. I recruited four late-night co-workers, we managed to pull ourselves out of bed for a few mornings and off we went to knit ... a vest? From a pattern that had been devised by the shop owner and still needed tweaking? That involved the old tape-measure-around-the-bust for sizing purposes, not to mention math? Ack. The class lasted five weeks, at the end of which I had a back panel and one other random piece. None of my co-workers finished either. Our dreams were shattered. We'd expected to make something easy, like a scarf. I ended up with another bag containing another unfinished project. I had also started one of two crocheted afghans I'd planned for Stacy's twins. I practically finished one, then, in a fit of overwhelmedness (not in Webster's), I stopped. Everything. Unfinished tatted lace, unfinished rug, unfinished vest, unfinished afghan. That was in 2004.

Next? You guessed it: Fast-forward. This time to New Mexico. My mom had since taken up knitting, so when she visited in 2005, she taught me to make a dishrag. Yay! Something small that I could actually finish. It came out shaped more like Arkansas than a square, but it was functional, and I was obsessed with it until I finished it, misshapen and all. I also made a scarf while she was there -- super-easy, I was surprised to find out. Then I made a scarf for my friend Ann for a belated birthday present. Then I took apart the sad "vest" from Oregon and started a scarf for Michael (though I didn't finish it until the following Christmastime, in Colorado). Then, who knows? I wanted to make more elaborate projects but was scared away so stopped once more. Decided what I really needed to learn was quilting (believe me, I realize the ridiculousness of it all). Actually I'd tried to learn quilting while in Oregon but couldn't get classes to match my schedule. Turned to my master-quilter friend Lydia, who got me quite far along in the process, but then I moved to Colorado. The unfinished quilt is in my closet, though I promise I am going to finish it. It's just a matter of pulling out my sewing machine, setting it up and reading the instructions again on how to thread it. The quilt's potential is too high not to complete it, what with its Roy Rogers theme and all.

After moving here and finishing Michael's scarf, I thought a knit hat would be nice, though I knew nothing about knitting in the round. Found out that a co-worker knits, so we met for coffee one day to make hats. Utter failure. I left with nothing but a promise to myself to never pick up knitting needles again! Mom was almost ready to fly out and show me herself when she realized I was throwing in the towel yet again. When I went to Seattle, Stacy -- who was in the process of making a sweater for a friend's baby shower and had just finished a hat for another friend's baby -- offered to help me. I pshawed, especially when she told me double-pointed needles would be involved -- but somehow, miracle of miracles, I managed to do it. Yes, the brim is a little funky, but for the most part, I'd say it's quite a lovely first hat. And the most miraculous part of all -- I finished it on the airplane! It was clear I wouldn't finish it before I left, which filled me with fearful visions of another unfinished project, so Stacy gave me pointers on the double-pointed needles. I was highly dubious, but since I had time to kill at the airport, I figured I may as well keep knitting in a circle. I started the decrease before I got on the plane, then picked up where I'd left off once I boarded. Before I knew what hit me, I was knitting with double-pointed needles, and then I had a hat. And no one to share my disbelief with until I saw Michael.

It would seem that my stories, like my needlework, take a long time to get to the point. Now you see why I said, when I first started this blog, that I may not stick with it. Who knows what'll come next, if anything (though my trip to Seattle and all those cute DIY shops really have me wanting to get out the sewing machine). It's anyone's guess.


*In "The Brady Bunch" episode "Today I Am a Freshman," Marcia tries to fit into high school by joining every club possible, only to suffer burnout. Further proof that most scenarios in life are relatable to the Bradys, the Partridges or the Cleavers.

Northwest bound

I know I have been a little lazy on postings lately, but just so no one thinks I have totally given up on the blog, I will be out of town Friday through Wednesday. Going to Seattle to visit Stacy and family. Surely we will get into something interesting to write about, not to mention I'll be hanging out with nearly 6-year-old twins. I'm sure they will provide good photo/story fodder.

In the meantime, go see "V for Vendetta"!

I hope they didn't eat any giant marshmallows

My friend Joe's mention of Ambien reminded me that I had been meaning to post this:


From The New York Times:

The sleeping pill Ambien seems to unlock a primitive desire to eat in some patients, according to emerging medical case studies that describe how the drug's users sometimes sleepwalk into their kitchens, claw through their refrigerators like animals and consume calories ranging into the thousands.

The next morning, the night eaters remember nothing about their foraging. But they wake up to find telltale clues -- mouthfuls of peanut butter, Tostitos in their beds, kitchen counters overflowing with flour, missing food, and even lighted ovens and stoves. Some are so embarrassed, they delay telling anyone, even as they gain weight.

"These people are hell-bent to eat," said Dr. Mark Mahowald, director of the Minnesota Regional Sleep Disorders Center in Minneapolis and one of the sleep experts researching the problem. He and colleagues are preparing a scientific paper based on their findings -- that a sleep-related eating disorder is one of the unusual side effects showing up with the widespread use of Ambien.

Most of the people who use Ambien say the drug puts them to sleep and that they wake up without incident. But several doctors and a number of patients say that sleep-eating is one of a variety of unusual reactions to the drug. The reactions range from fairly benign sleepwalking episodes to hallucinations, violent outbursts and, most troubling of all, driving while asleep.

From Newsweek:

Lori Cox didn’t remember ordering the ring she had just got in the mail. But her phone records said otherwise, showing she’d made a middle-of-the-night call to a home-shopping channel. She also discovered she’d made cell-phone calls to her ex-boyfriend in her sleep. And a few times, she woke up to find empty beer bottles and cracker crumbs in her kitchen -- evidence of predawn snacks she didn’t remember eating.

“It’s scary,” she says. “One side of your brain is asleep and the other side is directing you into this secret life.”

What caused the odd behavior? Cox believes she has found the answer: Ambien. Cox began taking the sleep medication a year ago, after a traumatic breakup with her longtime boyfriend kept her awake at night. Until recently, Cox thought she was alone with her odd nocturnal habits. But recent weeks have seen a spate of reports about patients blaming strange behavior on America’s most popular sleep aid.

Some patients drove in their sleep and ended up in accidents with no recollection of them the next morning. Others report eating or, like Cox, shopping in their sleep after taking the drug. Earlier this month, after interviewing a number of patients across the nation, New York City attorney Susan Chana Lask filed a class-action complaint citing clients who’d driven, shoplifted and feasted on raw eggs and uncooked vegetables in their sleep after taking Ambien.

Jakehead

I have seen only four of Jake Gyllenhaal's movies, so I suppose I have to fess up that the main reason I like him is the cuteness, puppy-dog-eye factor (and he's a fellow Sagittarius). But I have to say, his real Oscar snub wasn't "Brokeback Mountain," it was "Jarhead." We only just saw this movie in the past couple of weeks, and I can't figure out why it was shut out for statues (Michael thinks it was too political).

Worthy of Oscar nominations in numerous categories: best picture, director (Sam Mendes), editing, cinematography, supporting actor (Peter Sarsgaard; maybe even Jamie Foxx) and absolutely actor. This was Jake's Oscar role, far superior to his "Brokeback" performance.

This one's up there with my top movies of last year, along with "Crash," "Mad Hot Ballroom," "Breakfast on Pluto," "The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill," "Broken Flowers" and "Batman Begins."

My husband, the columnist/novelist

Go here to read a column Michael recently wrote about the writing process for The Albuquerque Tribune. Here's an archive of some of his past columns; unfortunately, I couldn't access the one he wrote about getting married on Valentine's Day or seeing a bluegrass show in Santa Fe.

Pearls of twisted wisdom

"Pearls Before Swine," by Stephan Pastis, is my favorite part of the funnies. I had never seen it before moving to New Mexico, and my paper here carries it too. Not since "Calvin and Hobbes" have I enjoyed a comic so much (we were also carrying reruns of old "Calvin" strips, but they inexplicably quit showing up one day). "Pearls" occasionally misses the mark but for the most part is twisted humor, my favorite kind.

The stars of "Pearls" are Pig and Rat. Pig is a naive do-gooder, much to Rat's annoyance. Pig is not the smartest of swine and for this is often targeted and ridiculed by the megalomaniacal, self-centered Rat. Rat often complains about the comic strip's style and believes Bil Keane ("The Family Circus") is a better cartoonist. (This hasn't stopped the strip from poking fun at "Circus" and others. My favorite was when a week was devoted to "Circus," whose family, it turned out, was harboring Osama bin Laden. You know, the guy about whom Bush said, "I truly am not that concerned about him," six months after 9/11.)

But I digress (our administration's incompetence can do that to a person).

In the strip above, the last panel features Pig's anthropomorphic Viking action figures. Rat believes the Vikings love violence, but in reality they enjoy watching "Oprah" and "Ellen." They also enjoy styling their hair. (For more far-out hair, check out The Feathered-Back Hair Site; for more on the cast of characters of "Pearls," see the Wikipedia entry.)

While we are on the topic of comics, I just have to say there are few things I hate more than ... OK, besides him ... Calvin and Hobbes peeing stickers. You know the ones. Calvin, with an evil glint in his eye, peeing on a Ford symbol. Calvin peeing on a Chevy symbol (once I even saw Calvin peeing on a Toyota sticker on a Toyota). Then there's the even weirder Calvin alternately praying at or peeing on a cross. Anyway, Bill Watterson never marketed Calvin (aside from books of comic strip collections) for a reason, yet people have co-opted him, and it's not even in the spirit of Calvin. He was mischievous but not devious.

No feelings? Seems he has a few after all

"I miss the Sex Pistols. I miss the lot of you. But if anybody thinks it's a jolly good wheeze, it's not. It's hard work." -- John Lydon aka Johnny Rotten, appearing on the radio show of former band mate Steve Jones (top left), who used to be a hottie! (bottom)

What next?

I don't even know what to say about South Dakota. The "compassionate conservatives" are so compassionate that they would endanger women's lives. Not to mention force rape and incest victims to bear understandably unwanted children. They already have demonstrated their "compassion" toward gays. Who will be next? And how will they feel when these issues begin affecting their lives?

Will we have our perfect "culture of life" when they get their ultimate wish and Roe v. Wade is overturned and women once again die in back alleys? Two deaths for the price of one?

This country has enough problems without stripping away the right to choose. We should be dealing with poverty and health care, the environment and economy, putting a stop to the killing of U.S. soldiers and Iraqi citizens. When did priorities get so horribly out of whack?

'Crash' and a burn

I was glad to see the Oscars do right by "Crash," giving it the best-picture statue. After Ang Lee won for director, I figured "Brokeback" was gonna win.

Now here is something I don't even know how to wrap my brain around: There will be a remake next year of my beloved "Hairspray." First off, isn't it a little soon? Second, since when do John Waters movies get remakes? Now for the most horrible factoid of all: John Travolta will play Divine's role of Edna Turnblad. Tony Manero in a housedress? What is the world coming to? Nothing against the former Sweathog -- who will forever have a place in my heart thanks to "Urban Cowboy," "Pulp Fiction" and "The Boy in the Plastic Bubble" (though he did star in "Battlefield Earth," which I am told was one of the worst movies ever made, and his Web site looks super-cheesy) -- but this is just wrong on so many levels! Are they actually going to try to re-create John Waters' style? No way can the movie not be camp, but there's no way anyone but the master can accomplish it. I am fine with the movie spawning a musical; it's apples and oranges. But leave the movie alone! Next thing you know, they will remake "Cry-Baby" with Nick Lachey in the Johnny Depp role. God, I shouldn't even joke about that!

Geek love

We are a day late and a dollar short (OK, more like thousands of days late) , but after having just finished watching the first and only season of "Freaks and Geeks" on DVD, I have to give props to this truly amazing show. I watched the first few episodes when it originally aired, but I'm guessing my work schedule or somesuch got in the way.

The show captures the horrors, awkwardness and occasional joys of adolescence and constantly takes surprising, endearing turns. The cast is terrific; the music is great; the opening credits are fun to watch every single time.

It's hard to believe that such a quality show didn't make it past one season, especially considering how much crap is on TV. I didn't want the final episode to come and was sad when it did. I'm sure it was a thousand times worse for the people who were hooked when it was on TV.

Next up for us is "Undeclared," involving some of the same players. I watched more episodes of it when it was on TV but don't remember a lot about it.

Speaking of projects with surprising turns, I'm crossing my fingers for "Crash," my favorite movie of last year. The only other best-picture contenders I've seen are "Brokeback Mountain" and "Good Night, and Good Luck." I thought "Brokeback" was overrated; "Good Night" was well done and worthy of the Oscar attention but is no "Crash" in my book. Still want to see "Capote" and have little interest in "Munich" but can't imagine either of them would affect me like "Crash" did.

I would also love to see Matt Dillon win; he has such a great body of work, dating back to "Over the Edge" (1979) and the sentimental favorite "Little Darlings" (1980). He's also in 1995's "To Die For," one of my all-time faves, and is over the top in "There's Something About Mary" (1998).

Jazz hands

In the continuing effort to get in shape, I've returned to the Jazzercise fold. I last did it years ago in Louisville, but, while I enjoyed it, I had too unhealthy a lifestyle at the time to make the most of it (staying up all night, sleeping all day, lots of beer and bourbon in lots of bars). Michael and I had found an affordable gym in Denver but ended up in the no-motivation-to-go trap, so we canceled. Now I'm back to Jazzercise and loving it -- even looking forward to it. Today I even went to a class at 9:30 a.m., unheard of in the past.

Many of the moves are the same (grapevine, chasse, kick ball change, jazz square, pendulum lift), so I was able to get back in the swing without much difficulty. They've added bits and pieces from pilates and kickboxing, but mostly it's all about dancing and a way to bring out my inner Jennifer Beals (or at least her "Flashdance" double).

One-hit wondering, Part 2

OK, not to beat a dead horse, but I have been obsessed in the past week with a song I hadn't heard in years. It came on the radio (oldies station; for some reason, despite being a big city, Denver is lacking in good, current radio), and I started singing along and haven't been able to get it out of my head. It was on "Believe in Music" (one of my favorite K-tel albums, along with "Sound Explosion" and "The Beat," which helped put me on the path to new wave). Go here to hear "Beautiful Sunday."

And what is up with this guy? He looks like a lecherous uncle of the Bay City Rollers. (Don't even get me started on the perv that Roller Derek Longmuir turned out to become!)

Gone to the dogs

I don't want everyone to think the blog will be about dogs from here on out. I just don't have anything to write about at the moment, and my cousin Lynyrd said she was breathlessly awaiting a new post. (OK, "breathlessly" is my embellishment.) Anyway, these photos are from a couple of weeks ago, for the dogs' Valentine's Chihuahua meetup. Michael and I were smitten with this tiny puppy, Poquita. She couldn't have weighed more than 2 pounds.



The dogs made out like bandits on their Valentine's haul. It was just like elementary school -- every dog got a bag with his/her name, plus Valentine's cards and treats. We gave each dog (there were 22 in all) one little organic dog biscuit; 95 percent of the people went all out, giving multiple treats -- some even gave Greenies, which are not cheap, and fancy-schmancy gourmet dog cookies. At top, Angus checks out the goods after arriving home; below that, you get an idea of Angus' size compared with the tiny Chi's. This one, Xena, is a "blue" Chihuahua.



Clockwise from top left, another shot of Xena; a woman holding Chi's as she fills the treat bags; yet-another dolled-up Chi. If you think we are obsessed with our dogs, you should meet some of these people.

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OK, that's all I've got for now. We haven't done anything fun or interesting lately to write about. Gimme ideas!

You've come a long way, puppies

Yes, they are actually curled up together on the couch. Esther & Angus have become best friends and play all the time. There's an occasional "Fangus" episode if Angus is asleep or getting attention, but for the most part, they get on like gangbusters. Meanwhile, Esther is being crated when we are away for short periods, so the destruction has ceased; this came after we went to the movies Sunday and she went on her biggest tear yet. She loves her crate, where she sleeps, so she has no anxiety in there while we are away. We haven't figured out what we will do when we are gone for long stretches. We are also trying some clicker training, and it gets both dogs' attention immediately, even when they are out back terrorizing the neighbor's golden retriever.

Eva Destruction

And here we thought Esther was adjusting so well. Our 10-pound Chihuahua has managed to mangle two of Michael's books -- Christmas gifts he hasn't even read. Apparently she's either suffering from separation anxiety (which we hadn't suspected) or is undernourished (doubtful in this household) . Then again, Jimmy Carter book; expose on Iraq. Maybe she's a Republican?!

No one beats my prices ... just my team

My friend Curt (a Mizzou alum) has this prediction on Quin Snyder's future. Though I have to admit, that might persuade me to frequent Wal-Mart!

Quote of the day

"She was so jealous, she said she would spend her Valentine's Day with President Bush." -- Conan O'Brien, saying his wife wasn't too happy about his Feb. 14 meeting with "look-alike" Finnish President Tarja Halonen