One weekend, we asked Daisy’s human leaders at Day Care about how she’s doing. Mark remembered they once said she ran the place.
We asked them what they meant by that statement. Julie, the owner, said Daisy basically likes to hover around the human leaders….and protect them from the other doggies. She’s also an ambassador to new Day Care members…protect the new pups from the other doggies.
Cute. Our little baby has found another outlet for her guard dog tendancies.
During our evening walks around the apartment complex, Daisy’s my chaparone - making sure no stranger (man or child) will approach us. Since we live a ghetto part of Topeka, it’s nice to have the canine security….but I wish she would resist the urge to bark at every thing outside of our apartment door. Most neighbors have learned to use the stairs on the opposite end of our floor.
Crazy Daisy.
Here’s a cute video of Daisy trying to play fetch on my birthday.
Well…I spent my holiday weekend hacking, wheezing, sniffling and infecting my hubby. I’m so sorry Mark! Since I celebrated my birth date with Tylenol Cold pills and a few tears, we also tried to salvage my birthday celebration on Saturday with a ball game at Kaufman Stadium. Uh. The KC Royals lost again. Almost Deja Vu from our last Royals game.
So, I shot this video with my new FlipVideo camera. Sweet!
My Hubby is so fierce!
Werd.
Now, I hope he feels better soon.
I still have a wicked headache from my cold. Grrr….
I’ve been babying myself - sleeping in until 10, eating well and watching plenty of TV. Mark has been an angel; taking care of Daisy and me.
And Daisy has been Daisy.
I launched a new Project 365 blog on my birthday. Oral Fixations will have a daily blog post on anything that goes into my tummy. Food or drink and/or both. I plan on sticking with this photoblog for one year. I think it will be a fun challenge, both as a blogger, shutterbug and as foodie who’s watching her waistline.
Wish me luck.
And now…what producers should not do to their on-air people.
Sure, it’s all fun and games until the cameras stop rolling. I’m sure Nancy Grace ripped into the producer after the show.
By the way, I think the animals humping bit was some liberal video editing by the YouTube user who posted the clip.
I have a few minutes left on my birthday. And I’ve been sneezing, coughing and feeling dopey headed all day. I’m about to pop some Tylenol Cold pills and pray I can work tomorrow.
So, my body made an executive decision that I will not be partying on my birthday. I had lovely cards from family and co-workers, tasty cookies and gifts…but no booze. I guess it is truly the end of the line for my young adulthood.
Mark woke me up with these awesome gifts and cards from his family. Yes, that is a digital video camera. I can’t wait to post my new videos on this blog.
I told Mark I’m torn between keeping it low key. I’m tempted to say let’s not make a big deal since I’m turning 29. When I was a teenager, 29 was old. Now that I’m 28.9-years-old, it seems daunting. I’m entering the beginning of the end of my 20’s and the end of young adulthood.
It kinda sucks.
Then again, the little party girl in me is screaming to have a good time. She wants to see a beautiful bouquet of flowers on her desk. She wants to blow out candles and drink sweet wine. OK - she’s willing to drink any alcohol, as long as everyone’s enjoying themselves.
’round midnight, we’ll see who wins…
One Lawrence blog posted a YouTube movie of Don Hertzfeldt’s “Rejected.” That just made my day! I heart Hertzfeldt after watching his pieces in Spike and Mike’s Sick and Twisted Animated Festival - back in Berkeley. Good Times.
We snapped this picture at our engagement party in Vegas, two years ago. I was amazed this was their first time inside the Star Trek bar after all the trips they’ve made to Vegas. Then again, some people at the party said stepping inside Quark’s was one of the nerdiest things they’ve ever done in their lives. In fact, I think that was actually said by a computer programmer. Sheesh.
Today they’re celebrating 32 years of marriage. It’s wonderful to see them together after everything they’ve been through. (…and after everything their children have put them through — sorry!)
Daisy signed the card…more or less. Our Amazon gift is coming in this weekend. It takes the dudes at Amazon.com forever to wrap presents. Good grief. Still, a happy birthday to my hubby and I look forward to toasting many more with him…Good times.
Last weekend, we took advantage of the hot summer-like weather and headed down to Wichita for Riverfest. It takes place by the Arkansas River…overflowing from last weeks heavy rain. For my Cali readers — the name of the river is pronounced: “Ar-kansas”….apparently the river goes through a name change as it snakes through different states.
This is the Purina Incredible Dog Challenge. I was tickled to see these talented pups race through the poles…just like watching them on Animal Planet, but now with the sun beating down on our necks. Such good dogs! Daisy may have the energy to compete, but she’d want to take a bite out of the cheering audience members.
This is Cassie. I suppose we could call her one of the canine groupies. Her owners told me her hair was done up in a summer cut. She’s cute, but she looked like she wanted to dig into the Gatorade.
And no festival would be complete without yummy food. Mark ordered this Beef Brisket sandwich from Texas Red’s BBQ. It tasted smoky and savory — with a nice sweet and tangy sauce.
A Medill alum posted this link to an LA Times business story: Outsourcing the News: Hiring reporters in India to cover Pasadena, CA.”
When is local journalism not really local? When it’s about Pasadena and written by someone in India. James Macpherson, editor and publisher of the Pasadena Now website, hired two reporters last weekend to cover the Pasadena City Council. One lives in Mumbai and will be paid $12,000 a year. The other will work in Bangalore for $7,200.
Yesterday, I sent over the AP wire copy to my Medill alum list-serve and so far, I got about 25 responses…and I suspect more are on the way. Everyone asked: how can anybody cover local news while living 9,000 miles away?
The web editor argues that since meetings are posted online, anyone can simply watch and report what they observe. But what about that local flavor? Digging for more information with face-to-face interviews…writing about more than what the camera let’s you see - like how many people attended the meeting? And what protests, if any, were brewing outside City Hall? read more | digg story
Other people on the list-serve pointed out that the London-based Reuters has already been outsourcing its business reporting to Bangalore. And other folks wondered:
….”how low can we go” in terms of journalism salaries here.
Overall, a disturbing trend and it leaves me feeling a little expendable.
By Tuesday, it felt like a long week.
Floods, tornado, displaced residents and more add up to a crazy news week in Topeka. One the phone with some network folks in Chicago, they told me: “All the news in your region. You’re hogging it all.” I told her I wouldn’t mind spreading the love.
Really.
Last night, Mark and I did margaritas on the rocks with Tequila from our honeymoon. We ended sleeping with similar dreams: an epic adventure, royal conspiracies in a Dune-like setting. I woke-up without a hangover. Good times.
This is a shot of Crestview Park on Monday. Last week, I ran about two miles by the trees on the other side of the temporary ocean. By now, the creek as receded to normal levels and residents in the area are trying to clean-up the flood damage.
Before my crazy work week, I had an entertaining Cinco de Mayo weekend.
I picked up Mark from the airport on Saturday night. We headed to Lawrence to do dinner with Fally. We ended up taking a drunken tour of downtown Mass. At the replay lounge, Mark stayed with the Latino spirit with his choice in cerveza. I was sipping on a greyhound, in honor of my drinking buddy in SF, Susan.
Yummy Filipino food in Topeka! On Sunday night, we went to the May Festival at Christ the King Church. I bought tickets from a Filipina I met at the gym. She asked me if I met my husband on the internet. Than I realized she I thought I was one of those internet brides, marrying for a visa. I set her straight, explaining I was born in this country…and she invited me to the party. I loved this lichon. They also served up adobo (chicken and pork), lumpia, pansit and more. But they were running low on rice. I ended up having a good time at the party, chatting with a family who just finished up a trip to Manila. We also met a priest from Ghana, who was catching up with his tennis partner; an older Filipina who used to be a teacher.
Filipinos doing country-line dancing….Mark said that was when he knew he was back in Kansas. One lady told me they learned how to do the synchronized dancing at a family reunion. How about that. This was the electric slide and the one dance I recognized. So, yeah - I gave in to the mob mentality and clomped my way through the dance. Good times.
It’s going to be a crazy day in the newsroom…I keep running into more pictures, video and stories of how this weekend’s tornado ripped Greensburg apart. As a journalist, it’s like hitting the gold mine for news. As a human being, my heart aches for the people down there.
On my digg profile, I linked up our station’s video of the storm damage. In Topeka and other towns, rising waters are forcing people from their homes. This morning, we did a live phoner from the Kansas Expocentre a temporary shelter for residents rescued from the flooding. A creek has submerged the park and trail where I did my running thing last week.| digg story
