She Walked Away

Mr. and Mrs. Keith and [notreally] Olbermann

I readily admit to my many crushes in this forum. Today, it's Keith Olbermann.

I am not a cable television subscriber, so my familiarity with Keith is the occasional Countdown on regular network t.v. - like last night - and the internets. Oh, and there was this thing, back in the day, called Sportscenter.

I was talking with my nephew, age nine, during the NFL playoffs last fall. He was extremely knowledgeable about wild card standings, home field advantage and whatnot. I asked him if he was going to go into some sort of sports career when he grows up. His response? "I might be a sportscaster." "That's awesome," I replied, "maybe you can introduce me to Keith Olbermann." "Sure," says he, "I like him." Good to know.

Childbearing is out of the question for me, so concern about taking our little Olbermanns for electrolysis at the pediatrician's office is unnecessary. My biggest concern will be learning to appreciate baseball (I'll do it for you, though, Keith), and what to do with having "O" as my initial and monogram. Not one to have considered changing my name in the past, I rather like the possibilities of having my name be something-O. Jackie O, Hawaii Five-O. I like it.

 

Separated at birth?

My interests are somewhat diverse. This is what I keep thinking every time I see either one of these guys:

  

Murray the band manager and MSNBC's Chuck Todd. Sometimes, though, Murray seems to be more accurate.

Ick

It's a rare thing that I am sick. Flu-ey, cold-like sick. Yuck. I felt fine on Saturday, but was sliding down the slippery slope all day yesterday. So much so that while I enjoyed catching John Vanderslice at my favorite music store,

 

and I enjoyed having an impromptu lunch with cheekymonkey and her adorable little monkey,

 

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I didn't fare so well staying awake once I dragged myself in the house. I also forgot to wish cheekymonkey a good day at her new employ today - bad Lois, baaaaad. In my semi-consciousness I managed to watch all but the final :30 of Out of Africa. Definite inspiration, seeing Meryl Streep in those HATS!! 

While I have not heard about Harold and Maude or Lloyd Dobler finger puppets making their way to my mailbox any time soon, I did find these there on Saturday:

 

Drama indeed

They lift my spirits for sure. If you love them, too, you can find them at www.maggie.etsy.com .

 

 

Ms. Cellania

Weird, wild stuff.

I am happily slammed with work, schoolwork, artwork, kitty antic adjustments and general getting-up-in-the-morning responsibilities. Some notes on my week so far:

BARACK OBAMA continues to build my admiration for him. He also continues to cause fits of emotion I am still figuring out how to manage.

 Yes, we can!

School is cool. After my spring break break, I am back at it and trying to coordinate my schedule with work (2 jobs now) and school, and getting homework and anything else that's necessary (including sleep) in the 24 hours I am alotted each day. Sleep isn't suffering at this point, but I am mostly going to bed early to be warm and to calm the critters down. When that happens, homework tends to suffer. We'll see... The news the other night said that lack of sleep makes you fat. THAT's the culprit! I knew it wasn't cheese and beer!

Blatant Begging. My etsy shop remains sparse, with the occasional order for a commissioned tiny painting. Yesterday, I found a fellow etsy vendor that really made my day. I am posting a link to her etsy shop here, and posting a picture of something I really, really want, but would probably not purchase for myself. That said, anyone want to get me an early birthday present??

Harold and Maude finger puppets! Are you kidding me!?! This gal's clearly a genius. She makes all sorts of finger puppet sets from her favorite movies, musicians, politicians, etc. I mean genius. I want to go to her house for puppet shows! Harold and Maude are currently on my imaginary wish list for any gift-giving occasion. Lloyd Dobler would be pretty nice, too (back off, Bossy!).

 

Late addition to my post: I want to see this movie as soon as it's released. The Visitor.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0857191/trailers-screenplay-E38170-314

 

That's all for now.

 

 

 

 

 

Please go to a professional...

I hope if your kid needs one, you'll get a second opinion. A strip mall doesn't seem quite appropriate:

Snaps to Richard for showing this to me - before someone got hurt.

They didn't ask ME!

This 'survey' is interesting.

http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/

There appears to be no distinction between beer snobbery and those who would chug tasteless yellow fizzy water that I won't mention here, but it's commonly referred to by a cutesy three-letter nickname. There also appears to be no representation for the Female Beer Snob/Obama Supporter. I know I'm not alone.

This article includes a photograph of wine (I think) and Hacker Pschorr Weisse. Hardly fair. I'll drink a Hacker Pschorr any time, and I doubt a McCain supporter would go near one - let alone be able to pronounce it.

Amateurs.

 

 

 

Thanks! I needed that!

What a great week I had. Not working.

There were lots of goings-on, but I enjoyed the mostly nice weather (I needed that, too) and the laid-back schedule. The biggest news to report is this:

  

Meet Fnn. His "I" is missing. Long story, but this is Olive's kitten. I was in no way intending to adopt a new cat. I am very content with an adult cat who does not destroy furniture and minds her manners. A visit to the pet food store on Friday night told a different story. This kitten flipped out trying to get to Olive. It seems he has been hard to place. I left the store and went about my business, but by Saturday afternoon, I was overwhelmed and just went to pick him up. Things are calming down at home a bit already. Let's just say that Lys is less-than thrilled. Last night was fine until Kitten Craziness started up at about 3:00. I have a big gash in one of my toes as evidence. Little did I know (or remember) that kittens attack feet when they appear from under the covers. The last time I had a kitten was some time back, but I called this frantic kitten behavior Crazy Eyes. In this case, Crazy Eye.

I was pretty proud of Lys for not freaking out too badly:

 Updates soon.

 

 

 

I'm not dumping you, I just need a break.

After teaching tomorrow afternoon, I am officially OFF on vacation from work and on Spring Break from school until 3/17. Can you believe it? I sure can't! I never take a vacation!

So my plan was to NOT DO ANYTHING. Just get out of bed long enough to feed the critters and start the coffee, then right back in until I damn well feel like getting up. It seems that will not be the case. My week off, while fun, is still busy. Throughout, I will be working on school projects. Here's one, in progress:

I don't have the luxury of a model to work from, but I can do some fine-tuning all the same. The remainder of the week (so far) looks like this:

Sunday:   Overdue brunch with a friend. He and I have postponed brunch for weeks.

Monday:   Drinks with friends. Not ALL day, but still. It's p-l-a-n-s.

Tuesday:   Voting in a special election for my Congressional District. Vote!

Wednesday:   Olive has an appointment at the vet. She isn't going to drive herself and write a check!

Thursday:   Out of town for lunch with my Mom. If it's not one thing, it's your mother!

Friday:   Barbara Night. Olive and I are going to her house for dinner, a walk, a movie, and BEER.

Saturday:   What? No plans for Saturday? I will be working on my submission for an upcoming juried show.

Sunday:   Political Television and Coffee Klatsch. Pajamas all day - MANDATORY.

 

See you soon, kiddies! I'll be back with my "Kiss Me I'm [part]Irish" shirt soon.

 

Is it my Birthday or something??

Well, no. It's not my birthday, but it sure feels like it. I bought myself a little present, even. Only days from now, I'll be going to a show:

Oh, Eddie! I can't wait!!! Just peed myself again. Man, I have to get that taken care of!

 

We all have issues

A little Jemaine and Bret for you this morning...

 

Flight of the Conchords Issues (Think About It)