Movin' Out

This has been my workspace for the past week while they were laying carpet in the new area. Emilie graciously let me move in. Em and I, face-to-face, 40+ hours. I'm back to my partially finished office.

Em, it's been real.

Goodwill

I felt compelled to blog about this article for two reasons.

First to acknowledge the best lead I've read in a long time: "Even if you don't think Sarah Palin is a smart cookie, you have to admit she's a smart dresser." You're right, Niz, I don't think she is a smart cookie.

The other reason I had to blog about this is because it reminds me of a Goodwill story of my own. (The part talking about the chances of Sarah Palin's expensive duds winding up at an Omaha-area Goodwill store.) You see, my dad used to own a hot pink Notre Dame polo. It was hot (pink). After he wore it out (or got too much ridicule) he took it to the Goodwill.

Fast forward a few weeks to a phat frat party. One of Trevor's brothas is rocking a hot pink Notre Dame polo shirt. Small hole near the buttons.

Wendy: "Where'd you get that shirt, Mike?"
Mike: "Goodwill."

Mike bought (actually, he confessed he STOLE) my dad's shirt.

What are the odds? I'm hoping as slim as the odds of Sarah Palin becoming vice-president.

My name is Wendy and I'm a cold sore survivor

I have big plans.

This weekend, from my basement (isn't that where all successful nonprofits begin?), I'm starting NCACS - the National Coalition Against Cold Sores. I'm sick of 'em and they need to be wiped out!! Pretty soon we'll have "Cure Cold Sore" walkathons and telethons and our own colored ribbon. Abreva will be a thing of the past.

They hurt, are ugly, expensive to make go away and - most importantly - are RUINING my Halloween costume for this year. It's time to put Herpes Simplex 1 to rest.

Sign Language Class

Tonight was my first night of sign language class. It was great. I work with a deaf woman and I am very excited to be able to better communicate with her. I practiced spelling out "good morning" on my way home; I am already looking forward to seeing her tomorrow morning.

I have been practicing since I got home. I've been spelling out "treat" to Macy and I think she gets it! I will have to try different words to see if she can actually read what I am spelling. Trevor said he is enjoying me taking my class because I am much quieter. I called him a mean name via sign language. Best part is he has no idea what I called him :-).

Pledge Plays

I just received an e-newsletter from the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, talking about a new program called "LLS Play Cures." It's genius.

In essence, the LLS Play Cures concept was created by the dad of an 11 year old boy with Leukemia. As he was dealing with his son's illness, he created an online gaming platform that could also raise money for causes. You "buy tokens" online (aka donate) and then you use your tokens to play games online. Solitaire, Putt Nutz...sounds fun to me!

Next time you're bored at work or hungover on Sunday and think you've found the end of the Internet, buy a few tokens at LLS Play Cures. It'll make you and many others feel much better.

Hot Dog

I was all smiles this morning at Bark Ave. It's been brought to my attention by the owner that Macy is a "social butterfly" and has a "special friend." Actually two: Max and Buddy. One (I think Max) is a yorkie and apparently they are crushing on each other. And Buddy is a rat terrior who was at first shy, but Macy has "helped him come out of his shell."

I wonder if they hold paws behind the playset.

I wish I could say I was kidding.

But I'm not. Macy just barfed on the back of my head. In my hair. Nasty. 

This would be why I am a hypochondriac

www.leapforacure.com

Thinking about and praying for you, Heather.

Ornery

Flats

Are so much more efficient than heels. I mean really.

Politics Simplified

(Thanks, Dad)

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?'

Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way:

I am the head of the family , so call me The President .
Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.
We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.
The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.
And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.

Now think about that and see if it makes sense.

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.

So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy say's to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.'

The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'

The little boy replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.

Lights, Camera, Ew

Either the lighting and mirrors in the bathroom at work are horrible, or I need some Botox and lipo stat.

Ironic Intersection

When in Michigan we passed a hilarious intersection. This is an honest-to-goodness real intersection and I had to take a photo. Given all the crap going on with our economy and corporate scandals, I thought it was the appropriate time to post.

If you click on the photos it should enlarge. If you still can't read it, the streets intersecting are Crooks Road and Corporate Drive.