Happy Anniversary

Look how cute and skinny we were! Nine years... it's gone fast.

Weight Watchers Update

5.6 pounds down so far! Can I get a "woot" up in here?

I Did It

I got really tired of looking at my fat butt so... I joined Weight Watchers today. Seriously. It feels really good to have done something about it, you know? With my family history, I have absolutely no business being overweight. Period.

Good-bye, Greg

If you haven't heard the news yet, Greg Page (the Yellow Wiggle), is leaving because a chronic condition has made it impossible to keep performing.

How on earth am I supposed to explain this to Sam-the-man? He LOVES the Wiggles. *sigh*

Good luck, Greg -- we wish you well!

Raggedy Ann Looking Pretty Raggedy...

Something really sad happened last night at my house, and I'm having a hard time not letting it get to me. We had lots of rain all night Wednesday night into Thursday morning. So when hubby got home yesterday, he ran downstairs to start a load of laundry (the basement)... and found that the cover on one of the windows had been blown off in all the rain. End result... a Raggedy Ann doll my grandmother made for my mother is completely ruined. I can't replace it, and I feel absolutely awful about it.

What makes it worse is, Granny had made a Raggedy Ann doll for my first birthday that has long since disappeared (I think my dad's second wife, from whom he is now divorced, took it with her -- she ruined a bunch of his stuff and stole random things from our attic when she moved out). So when Mom died in 2004, I asked my brother and sister if I could have Mom's Raggedy Ann, since they both still had theirs. I think what's killing me is the guilt. I feel like somehow I should have known better than for that doll to be in the basement or that I should have gone downstairs myself before hubby came home. Nothing else appears to be ruined at all... just Ann. It feels like I allowed a piece of Mom and Granny to be ruined. I know I'm being very silly -- things can't take the place of memories, and all that, but... when hubby came up the stairs and told me what happened, I just couldn't help but cry. And my sister's supposed to come to visit for Thanksgiving... I can't tell her about this right now. Maybe later. But not right now. *sigh*

Thank a Veteran!

Dad, Pop, Marty and Tony... you guys rock.

A City in Mourning

In all seriousness, I just wanted to express my sadness and condolences, after the crash of Flight 5191 at Blue Grass Field in Lexington, KY.

My hometown is one of those places that has retained a small-town feel, even though it's grown a lot and now is home to more than a quarter-million people. If you didn't know someone on that plane, odds are you know someone who did. For myself, fortunately, the connection is only slight -- I had interviewed one of the passengers a long time ago when I worked as a reporter at the NPR affiliate in Lexington, WUKY.

We may never fully understand the whys or the hows, but I know that Lexington is filled with a wonderful sense of community, and the city will move forward together.

Pregnant Man?

Mutant twin alert! How on earth did no one notice this man was carrying around his undigested, mutated twin!