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June 29, 2006

Important Updates

Important Update Number One:
The vet says Charlotte may give birth in the next week. He also says when she does, I should leave her alone and let her do her thing. (What am I supposed to do with all these clean towels and boiling water now?)

Important Update Number Two:
There are developments in my Extreme Bathroom Remodeling Makeover For The Home. No time for pictures now, but there will be soon. Click back to March 25 and/or February 14 for reminders of what once was.

Important Update Number Three:
Francis really likes paint fumes.

Important Update Number Four:
The mother and oldest sister are coming for a visit this weekend. Hence, the lack of time for proper posting of important updates.

Important Update Number Five:
Double Stuft Oreos, good. Dieting, bad.

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June 28, 2006

The Onion: Stat Shot


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June 27, 2006

Top Ten List


1. Layla - Eric Clapton
2. Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana
3. Island Of The Honest Man - Hot Hot Heat
4. Streets Of Fire - The New Pornographers
5. I Found A Reason - The Velvet Underground
6. The Nearness Of You - Norah Jones
7. Pastures New - Nickel Creek
8. You're The Best Thing - The Style Council
9. Eyes Ear Mouth - Hot Hot Heat
10. Living Is Simple - Switchfoot

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's overboard and self-assured
I know, i know , a dirty word

Hello, hello , hello how low,
Hello, hello, hello,how low,
Hello, hello, hello...

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid, and contagious
Here we are now , entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido,

I'm worse at what I do best
And for that gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido,

And i forget just why i taste
Oh yeah, i guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contageous
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido,

A denial (x9)

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June 26, 2006

I sit corrected . . .

because I took a Lunesta about 20 minutes ago and if I stand for this, I'll fall down.


"This" is that I got Zo's high school wrong. Indian River. Not Great Bridge. Both in Chesapeake. Both footwear optional.

Thanks to Jim "Hawkeye" Cartwright for the call.

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Just when you thought your day couldn't get any worse.


"LONDON - Author J.K. Rowling said two characters will die in the last installment of her boy wizard series, and she hinted Harry Potter might not survive either."

Story here.

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June 25, 2006

Diana Krall, Elvis Costello announce pregnancy


Fetus to sign with Arista as soon as she or he can hold a pen.

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Carry You

I've been trying to carry some things lately that I shouldn't have. I'm going to try to stop before I get knocked down.

Carry You
Amy Grant

Lay down your burden
I will carry you
I will carry you my child, my child
Lay down your burden
I will carry you
I will carry you my child, my child

Cause I can walk on water
Calm a restless sea
I've done a thousand things you've never done
And I'm weary watching
While you struggle on your own
Call my name, I'll come

Lay down your burden
I will carry you
I will carry you my child, my child
Lay down your burden
I will carry you
I will carry you my child, my child

I give vision to the blind
I can raise the dead
I've seen the darker side of hell
And I've returned
I've seen those sleepless nights
And count every tear you cry
Some lessons hurt to learn

Lay down your burden
I will carry you
I will carry you my child, my child
Lay down your burden
I will carry you
I will carry you my child, my child

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June 23, 2006

How was your day?


"LONDON (AFP) - Feeling more happy than usual this particular Friday? You should be, according to a scholar in seasonal disorders at a British university."

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June 22, 2006

New To Me


The Brand New Heavies have been around since the 1990's, mostly in the UK, but recently released an album here in the US. I just discovered them on Napster tonight. They're good. Check 'em out. I mean, who can resist a song called Sex God? Not me.

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June 21, 2006


Not any more.

Thanks to Kimm for the link.

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Heat pull it off.


"DALLAS – Shaquille O'Neal promised it. Dwyane Wade did everything humanly possible to secure it. And Gary Payton, after 16 long seasons in pursuit of one, finally got it.

But the Miami Heat's first NBA championship undoubtedly meant more to one individual than anyone else – a person who once defined the franchise and not too long ago laid on an operating table wondering if he ever would play basketball again.

"It took a lot of patience and it took a lot of resiliency just to get to this point," Alonzo Mourning said. "So many people had doubts.… You never question the heart of a champion.""

Zo is a graduate of Great Bridge High School in Chesapeake, Virginia, which is right next door to where I'm from. He's always been a favorite of ours.

This is a good thing.

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June 20, 2006

Top Ten List

1. Don't Change Your Plans - Ben Folds Five
2. Josie - Steely Dan
3. Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart - Stone Temple Pilots
4. You Made Me Love You - Judy Garland
5. Adelaide - Ben Folds
6. Peek-A-Boo - Siouxsie & the Banshees
7. Sex Laws - Beck
8. All At Once - The Fray
9. Annie Get Your Gun - Squeeze
10. One Way Or Another - Blondie

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June 19, 2006


I said I would post some stuff for the sister of a friend of Danny's and I suppose I ought to get on with it.

Now mind you, these are just my random thoughts based on what I've been through since August. But, I have discussed these things with my widow group and haven't been told I'm off track, so there you go.

Here's my advice.

1. You don't have to take anybody's advice. (I guess that makes this list moot, huh?) You have to decide for yourself what is right and go with it. Most people haven't been through what you are going through so the next time one of them tells you that you need to be around people or away from people or on Mars, tell them to cram it.
Example: I had many people tell me that it would be good for me to be around others at work, church, etc. Some of the people that told me this were widows themselves. It would seem that they would know what to do, but that wasn't right for me. I squirreled myself away and did what I wanted and didn't do what I didn't want and it worked. For me.

2. Realize that you will make mistakes. People in their "right" mind make mistakes all the time. You're going to continue to be human in addition to being in a fog. Accept this. Don't beat yourself up over it.
Example: (Maybe a minor example.) Last fall, I measured my flower beds and called a local topsoil place for mulch. They delivered a whole truck of mulch to me. A WHOLE TRUCK! I still have a pile of mulch at the end of my driveway that is about three feet tall. Under normal conditions, I would have had the driver haul it away or at least called the company to complain. However, last fall I wasn't living under normal conditions. Hence, the ginormous pile of mulch. What are you gonna do? (Besides try to get your dog to sled down the pile of mulch when it snows, that is.)

3. Take your time. This will help prevent #2 from happening so often. Most decisions you have to make do not require an immediate answer, no matter what the salesperson/repairman/employer tells you.
Example: I took my car in to one of those national car chains for them to take a look-see at it. They gave me the list of estimates and said there were things I needed to take care of immediately. I told them I would let them know when I was ready. In the next few days, I found out that several people I work with take their cars to a guy nearby who is reasonable and honest. I showed him the paperwork from the other shop, he checked out my car and said nothing needed to be fixed right away. I drove my car through West Virginia home to Virginia, then to Harrisburg and back home before getting it fixed with no problems. When I did take it in to get it fixed, the second guy charged me $200 less than the other place was going to.

4. Take time to grieve. Sounds pretty obvious, huh? But I guaran-damn-tee you that a lot of people don't do this. They think (or are told) they just need to get over it or that their loved one wouldn't want them to be sad. Or they think they'll be "ready" to grieve later. For me, it was pretty easy to do this. I quit my job and didn't work for four months. I don't have any kids and had enough money to pay my bills. I realize that not everyone is this fortunate (i.e. blessed, but we can talk about that later.) However, the grief, just like the rhythm, is gonna get you. My therapist had me set aside 30 to 45 minutes every day for "grief work." I made myself a checklist and grieved my little heart out every night before bed. After a few months of this, I would occasionally forget my "grief work" for a day or two and realized later I was still doing OK. I didn't let it slide for too long, but I could tell I was doing better because of this measly 30 to 45 minutes a day.
Example: I took care of this early on so it wasn't a big problem for me. But I can tell you that a couple times before Danny died and a couple times after there were times that I felt physically ill because I was ignoring my grief.

5. Know that your life has changed and will continue to change. Sure, you're sad and grieving and blah, blah, blah. Any joker could tell you that would happen. However, what no one will tell you is that your whole life has changed. You now have to grocery shop, cook, take care of the kids, the pets, the cars, the house, do the laundry, pay the bills, etc. (By the way, I did very few of these before Danny died.) This also seems obvious, but it was kind of a shock to me to have to run my life all by myself. Nobody told me I'd have to do that.
Example: The door closer on my back door hadn't worked for a while, so I decided to get a new one. I got the old one off and could not put the new one on. (Under the old order, I would have tried to get it on for about five seconds, thrown everything on the floor, stormed in the house and demanded that Danny put it on immediately. He would have told me to calm down and would have gotten the darn thing installed in about three seconds.) I think this occasion was the first of many where I realized I really had to do things for myself without having a stroke or kicking the dog. I calmed myself down, pulled up a chair, and figured out how to put the door closer on. And it works like a charm. But Roxy will never forget that day.

That's all I can come up with right now. Maybe this'll help somebody out there. Or not (see #1).

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This time last year, we had just returned from our vacation at Nags Head, North Carolina. Since I was thinking of it, I thought I'd post some photos.


The bottom of the sign reads "Sun is shining. The weather is sweet."

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Carolina Blue Sky


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Who dressed this kid?


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June 18, 2006

Relay for Life

No time for weekend updates right now, but I thought I'd share this photo from Relay for Life Friday night.


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Mickelson collapse gives Ogilvy the U.S. Open


"The transformation was shocking and sudden late Sunday afternoon in the U.S. Open, when the new Phil who was going for his third straight major turned into the old Phil with a stubborn, reckless attempt to get himself out of another jam."

No kidding. Mickelson was ahead all afternoon when I took my U.S. Open breaks from doing yard work. I went to the grocery and returned shortly after 7:00 to discover that the Open was over and ESPN was already airing Baseball Tonight. I figured Mickelson won it. But no. "He wound up with a double bogey that made Geoff Ogilvy the first Australian to win this title in 25 years.

What a crazy weekend.

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June 16, 2006

Relay for Life

I wanted this post to appear at 6:00 pm tonight, but I can't get it to work that way.

So if you're going to Relay for Life tonight, don't read this now. Or, maybe you should read it, that way when I collapse into a pile on the stage, you can run up and finish it for me. Thanks!

Anyway, Danny wrote this when he worked at the Town Crier. They called and asked me last week if it could be read, and if I'd like to read it. I said "yes".

I said "yes"??? Am I insane?

So I'll be practicing the rest of the afternoon. (It's 3:18 pm as I write this.)

I do have some little tricks to help me get through it. Like imagining Danny in his "It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" boxers while changing into his robe before a baptism. What a silly boy.

So here goes. Get out the Kleenex and send the kids out to play in the street.

"Relay For Life: Here's why I'm walking”

"Later this month, I'll be walking in what the American Cancer Society bills as its signature event, "The Relay for Life”.

When I was 18, I was diagnosed with late-stage Hodgkin's Disease a kind of cancer that attacked all the lymph nodes above my waist. I spent about 8 years, on and off, doing radiation and chemotherapy treatments to try to get the disease under control but nothing worked.

It would seem to be beaten, then grow back, more resistant than before, until I wasn't scared to die as much as I was scared to hope.

Finally, I went through the worst month of my life, a bone marrow transplant that would end up being a last-ditch effort. Because of the years of battering my body took from the chemo and radiation, I was told not to expect miracles, but I didn’t really have any other chance to live. I had no other choice.

To my surprise, I was stubborn enough to live, to be able to call myself a cancer survivor.

That's not why I'm walking.

While I was sick, before the transplant, I met a boy named Robert who was about 5 years old. Robert’s mother had died of cancer. His father was in Oklahoma, where he had to live with his parents as he tried to work off the debt his wife’s disease had left behind. The hospital I was in was one of the best in the country, so Robert was there to get treatment for leukemia. With no visitors other than an occasional monthly visit from his father, my doctor asked me if I would get to know Robert. My doctor said I had a “good attitude” about my disease and maybe I could help. Of course, there is no good attitude to have about cancer. When your own body wants you dead, there’s not much more to say.

Nevertheless, I got to spend time with Bobby. We played hours of cards during the long afternoons. We watched videos. Once, we even went to the zoo, if you can imagine.

Then one inevitable night the nurses woke me up. It’s never good news when they wake you up.

Bobby was asking for me. His cancer had spread to his lungs, his kidneys and his brain.

With the doctor and nurses at the foot of the bed at about 2 in the morning, I climbed under the covers with Bobby, who had turned so skinny and pale you could see his rib cage rising and falling as he breathed.

Finally, they had to give him a shot for pain. A few minutes later, I watched him die.

That was the moment I knew that cancer was not just a disease. It was an evil.

That’s not why I’m walking.

When I was finally well enough to work my way back into my life after the transplant, I headed for seminary in Richmond, Virginia. While I was there, I spent months as an emergency room chaplain in a downtown Richmond hospital. We would work overnight shifts, 12 hours long, and answer pages that said someone in one of the intensive care units was dying, or a patient on another floor was coding, or a gunshot victim and his family would be at the ER in 4 minutes.

In between times, we would walk the floors of the hospital, stopping to visit anyone who could use a listening ear. Patients, nurses, doctors, other chaplains.

I saw the slow, painful progression of death by cancer again and again in that sterile place. I heard strong men cry out in pain, and I saw loving mothers who couldn’t remember their own children.

That’s not why I’m walking.

Three years ago, my sister, Sherri, noticed a lump on her breast. Less than a year later, she was dead of breast cancer. Sisters aren’t supposed to die.

She left a husband and two children, Theresa and Travis, who were 5 and 4 at the time.

They weren’t members of a church, so rather than letting a stranger give her funeral, the task of giving the eulogy fell to me.

I promise you, it wasn’t easy.

Cancer does more than eat away at healthy cells.

That’s not why I’m walking.

I’m walking because I’m a human being, and human beings are suffering from this disease.

I’m walking because if I don’t walk, who will?

I’m walking because cancer kills every day, and leaves families with nothing but medical bills and questions that don’t have any answers.

I’m walking because this is one of the few times in the course of a life that one person really can make a difference."

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Health-Club Employee Stops Going To Work After Two Weeks


"MONTCLAIR, NJ—Only two weeks after signing up as an employee at Onward Health And Fitness, area resident Jennifer Lazar, initially enthusiastic about shedding excess debt in time for summer, has already lost interest in her "tedious" five-day work routine, sources reported Tuesday."

The rest of the story here.

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June 15, 2006

Degrees of Separation


So how does this thing work? This degrees of separation thing. For instance, if I know one of Sean Casey's college roommates, is that one degree of separation, because I do and isn't that cool? Only one degree of separation between me and a big, burly guy who pulls in $8.5 million a year. Nice. Of course, I haven't seen the roommate in years and I can't remember his last name. Details.

I'm thinking about this because Jenn, Julie, Amanda, and I went to a Pirates game Tuesday night and sat right behind first base, a measly 50 feet behind Casey. Amanda (who is 8) almost caught a ball he threw out. We're pretty sure it was intended for her but a bunch of stupid little boys got in the way. But it won't happen next time.

She knows what to do next time.

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June 14, 2006

Donald Hall named nation's poet laureate


by Donald Hall

To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
cold on a rocky strand.
If a new love carries us
past middle age, our wife will die
at her strongest and most beautiful.
New women come and go. All go.
The pretty lover who announces
that she is temporary
is temporary. The bold woman,
middle-aged against our old age,
sinks under an anxiety she cannot withstand.
Another friend of decades estranges himself
in words that pollute thirty years.
Let us stifle under mud at the pond's edge
and affirm that it is fitting
and delicious to lose everything.

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June 11, 2006

The Onion Weekender


"We're going streaking."

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Top Ten List

1. Let's Fall In Love - Diana Krall
2. Radio Silence - Elvis Costello
3. Experimental Film - They Might Be Giants
4. Don't Look Back In Anger - Oasis
5. The Nearness Of You - Norah Jones
6. What I Am - Edie Brickell and New Bohemians
7. Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing - John Legend
8. New York State Of Mind - Billy Joel
9. Wonderwall - Oasis
10. Block Rockin' Beats - The Chemical Brothers

Don't Worry 'Bout A Thing
John Legend (via Stevie Wonder)

Everybody's got a thing
But some don't know how to handle it
Always reachin' out in vain
Just taking the things not worth having but
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out

They say your style of life's a drag
And that you must go other places
But just don't you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out
When you get off your trip
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out...
When you get off... your trip

Everybody needs a change
A chance to check out the new
But you're the only one to see
The changes you take yourself through but
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, pretty mama
Cause I'll be standing in the wings
When you check it out
Don't you worry 'bout a thing

P.S. I'm considering this as my theme song.

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Do you think this thing comes with survivor's rights?

On Friday, May 12 at the Baccalaureate Service of Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, the status of Honorary Alumnus was conferred upon Dan Champion.

Here's the proof.

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And here are words shared by Dr. William Herzog during the presentation of the certificate.

"At an ancient funeral oration spoken by Rabbi Bun II, Rabbi Bun bar Hijja, who died about 325 C.E. at the age of 28, was honored. The funeral oration was in the form of a parable. Rabbi Bun began by saying "the situation for which they were gathered to honor the memory of their master was like that of a king who had hired a great number of laborers. Two hours after work began, the king inspected the laborers. He saw that one of them surpassed the others in industry and skill. He took him by the hand and walked up and down with him till the evening. When the laborers came to receive their wages, each of them received the same amount as all the others. Then they murmured and said, “We have worked the whole day, and this man only two hours, yet you have paid him the full day’s wages.” The king replied, “I have not wronged you; this laborer has done more in two hours than you have done during the whole day.” In concluding the funeral oration, the rabbi said, “so has Rabbi Bun bar Hijja accomplished more in his short life of twenty—eight years than many a grey-haired scholar in a hundred years. Therefore, after such a brief span of labor, the Master of the Universe has taken him by the hand and gathered him to himself.”

So it is with Dan Champion. In the brief time he worked with us, he accomplished more than many graduates after a full course of study. It is fitting, therefore, that we honor him in this way. At the commencement of Harvard University, it is customary for the President to say after conferring the bachelors' degrees, "Welcome to the company of educated men and women." So a much greater President will say to Dan, "Welcome to the company of the saints who claim Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School as their alma mater."

Welcome, Dan. May your spirit continue to enliven our community."

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June 09, 2006

In honor of Chloe and Buddy.


These "stuffonmycat.com" posts aren't helping my image, are they?

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Crazy Cat Lady Continued

Well, in a few weeks, I'll be even closer to attaining status as a Crazy Cat Lady. Charlotte is pregnant. I took her in to get spayed Thursday morning, but it was too late. She still has a few weeks left, so get ready for many cat-related updates.

Oy vey.

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Relay for Life

Since my father and my husband died of cancer, I've given thought to participating in the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life. I wasn't quite sure if I'd be ready this year, though. Just the thought of being around all of those cancer survivors and family members I thought might be too emotional for me.

But, I guess I'll just have to manage since I'm going to be part of the opening ceremonies for the Austintown Relay for Life. I was contacted a few days ago by a woman who helps coordinate. She called me and said she had an article Danny wrote a few years ago when he worked for the Town Crier about walking in the walk and she wanted to know if it could be read. I had her send me a copy of it because it had been a while and I couldn't remember exactly what it said. (You know, I wanted to make sure it didn't say he was walking to get out of the house and away from his wife for a few hours.) So when I read it yesterday, I called to let her know that it was OK and I'm actually going to read it. I'm going to have to read it out loud a few times this week to make sure I can get through it.

So anyway, if you live around here and have nothing better to do on Friday, June 16 at 6:00 pm (you know you don't), then stop by Fitch High School in Austintown for the big event. Walking begins shortly after that with names of cancer survivors and those being memorialized being read aloud at 9:30. If you can't be there, you can purchase a luminary for just $10 in honor of a cancer survivor or someone you loved who died of cancer.

P.S. When I have more time I'll post Danny's article for you all.

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June 08, 2006

I can't believe I want to see a movie with Lindsay Lohan in it.

But I'm pretty sure this'll be worth it.


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Via The Onion.

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June 06, 2006

Another favorite from . . .


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Keanu Reeves Inexplicably Opens Up To Newspaper Insert


"Keanu Reeves has let the pain of childhood abandonment and personal tragedy accumulate for too long, and the actor has finally chosen to speak out about it. In this we support him. What we're having a harder time getting behind is whom he chose to share his exclusive with: PARADE magazine--the Sunday newspaper insert, printed on the highest quality news-tissue, and typically the first thing to tumble into the big blue bin followed by the Classifieds and Home Depot circulars:"

The rest of the story via Defamer.

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Stat Shot


Via The Onion.

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Meat Loaf claims 'Bat Out of Hell' rights


People are actually arguing over this?

I think it's funny that the article refers to Meat Loaf as Aday, his real last name. (His real last name isn't Loaf?) It's like the writer just couldn't bring himself to type out Meat Loaf over and over.

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June 05, 2006

StuffOnMyCat.com Favorites

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The Onion Weekender


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Animal House Update

Roxy and Charlotte went to the vet today at the same time. I can't believe how good they were in the car and in the office.

Charlotte does not have feline leukemia so she has to stay sequistered away from Polly, who does have it, unless she gets her last shot. But Francis and Roxy will be able to come in for short visits. That should be fun. They are both looking forward to seeing her.

I was also surprised to hear that Charlotte is 9 months to 1 year old. She's a very small girl.

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Lex's Sister

Lex's sister (I don't remember her name) pops into my head every now and then. One day I'm going to post some grief thoughts with her in mind since she lost her husband shortly after I did.

Lex said she checks the site every now and then, so "hello" to Lex's sister! Hope you're doing OK.

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Weigh In

I'm done with this for now. Around Easter, I just couldn't stop eating. So I joined a gym to support this habit and I'm sure I'll break even and maybe I'll start up again in the winter. That seems to be the easiest time for me to lose weight.

Thanks for your support.

Somebody get me a donut.

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June 03, 2006

Katharine McPhee of American Idol To Sing at TomKat’s Wedding?


This is all becoming so clear to me now.

So clearly frightening. This scares me more than the bird flu.

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In other news . . .

"Katie Couric boldly predicts an end to the "pretentious era" in the network evening news, which she will usher out by conducting her entire CBS Nightly News broadcast dressed in a bathrobe and reclining on a sofa."

Funny quotation via Defamer. Actual story via The Hollywood Reporter.

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Heavily Starched Shirt Only Thing Keeping Larry King Upright


Via The Onion.

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June 01, 2006

No it's not. It can't be. Are you sure? Oh my sweet lord!


It is.

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Top Ten List

1. Daughters - John Mayer
2. Dancing with Myself - The Donnas
3. Bend and Break - Keane
4. Philosophy - Ben Folds Five
5. Young Pilgrims - The Shins
6. Fog - Ben Folds
7. Ohh La La - The Ditty Bops
8. Record Lady - Lyle Lovett
9. Witchcraft - Frank Sinatra
10. New Deep - John Mayer

Ben Folds Five

Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
See they always used to be there
Even when this was all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high-rise

And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch

Go ahead you can laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down

I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
I'm crazy but I get the job done

So go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down

I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high

Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
But it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You've never been out in the woods alone

So you can laugh all you want to
But I've got my philosophy
And I love you you're my friend
But you got no philosophy
Now it's time for this song to end

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Charlotte the Cat

Remember that cute little black and white kitten I posted pictures of about a week ago? Yeah, I told her to hit the road, scram, get lost.

Right. I guess that explains why she's currently occupying Francis' old room, or the "holding area" as it is now known by the area cats.

Her name is Charlotte and she is awful nice. I'd still be willing to give her up to a nice home, but those seem to be few and far between for cats these days. So, here she is. And here she will probably remain.

By the way, how many cats do you have to have to become an official Crazy Cat Lady?


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There's no place like this chair.

I was transferring some photos from my camera and came across these of Roxy during last week's tornado warnings.


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Just what the comic book industry needed.

Now I know what I want to be when I grow up.


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