Monday, November 17, 2003

MONDAY MISCELLANY
The best news of the morning is that all boss-type creatures are GONE! One has a cold (Achoo!!) and the other is dealing with dogs and vets this morning. So for a while, anyway, it's going to be Surf-City, Baby. Now, I have a confession to make: I like my bosses. I really do. I know a lot of you have supervisors you'd like to fricassee for dinner. Not me. Me likee my bosses. We get along pretty darn well, thank you very much. Not that this was always the case. Oh, no. On our bulletin board remains a mood barometer icon from my former boss. On one side is the GOOD MOOD picture, and on the other side is the BAD MOOD picture. It was one of the handiest work aids we ever had. One look at the board told you whether you should steer clear, or if all systems were go. I highly recommend one for the bad boss, BDI, EOT or Bad Lady in your life.

I'm now consumed with my Banner Ads. Several of you wrote in to tell me what my ads were saying. This is becoming increasingly disturbing and yet humorous. I've had reports of: Dana Guide to Brain Health, Sleep Disorders, Dwarf Hamsters, Candy Cigarettes, Quitting Smoking, Hog Wild Benders (I don't even know what this is!), Dancing Hamsters and Hamster Cages. What is this world coming to? I can just imagine the FBI pouring over my page thinking I'm some crazed sleep-deprived rodent lover. Oh wait. I am -- But only from July through September. Currently I'm a crazed sleep-deprived Peachy Pirate lover. But I'm going to keep an eye on these ads. If you see a great one, let me know, Mmmmmkay?

In other big weekend news -- TinyTuna got a haircut. No small news, since they lopped off 12 inches, and she still has hair halfway down her back. Aside from a couple of very small trims, this is nine years worth of hair. Well, not really nine years. She was pretty much a cue-ball when she was born. Once her head figured out it was supposed to grow hair, it went crazy. All I've ever heard from TinyTuna is my beautiful long hair this and my beautiful long hair that. Well, I think she finally got tired of a head-full of tangles and snarls. It was so long, our only real option was to braid it or put it in a bun if there was a hope of it not becoming an absolute mess throughout the day. So, she decided to trim it, and then she decided to cut it. Post hair cutting report? It's beautiful. Sheesh. I wish I had that hair. The insufferability however, continues. TinyTuna is doing her best to break her neck as she constantly does the Herbal Essence hair swoop. And the soundtrack the accompanies the hair swoop is the same ole, same ole My beautiful hair, doo-dah, doo-dah. Have no fear. I pointedly told her that while it was indeed pretty, it was JUST HAIR, so move along. Mean, evil mom. I love it.

I'm on a try-new-recipes kick. So far, so good. I'm two-for-two with winners. Last night's recipe, courtesy of Bon Appetit and Epicurious.Com is a Butternut Squash Soup with Cider Cream. Oh Lordy. I was in love! My previous success was sweet potatoes cooked in an apple cider, maple syrup and butter glaze. Yummy McYummy. These are going in the family cookbook, upcoming version 3.0.

And in an interesting wrap-up to the real story of Gene Gene the Dancing Machine, while I was deeply involved with my boyfriend, Google, I found out all sorts of stuff Mr. Machine. For those of you not in the know, he was a semi-regular on The Gong Show. He would come out in between acts and just kinda boogie around on the stage. Everyone would go wild. I don't know why I loved that show, but I did, and I loved Gene Gene The Dancing Machine. It was a hysterically fun time. Evidently, a couple of years ago, Gene Gene The Dancing Machine lost both his legs to diabetes and still managed to maintain a positive attitude (Read the entire article HERE). He said, "I didn't know that there were 10 or 15 people there dying of cancer. You think, man, I'm not doing bad at all. All that's wrong with me is I'm getting a little shorter."

In his honor, I'm going to boogie in my office along with Gene Gene The Dancing Machine.
More later, I'm sure.
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