Paris (my former foster kitty) wouldn't know what to with herself at The Carnivore Preservation Trust in Pittsboro, NC (Yes, there really is a town called Pittsboro. We have Boro everything down here. I'm driving to Jamieboro this weekend.)

Precious Little Kitties. Mrrrrow.

Day off for Jamie.

I woke up. It was rainy and cold and grey. Perfect day to not have to go to work.
Cable guy is scheduled to arrive 8-12. He arrives at 12:02.
I watch a Lifetime Movie. And then another movie :)
I needed this day.
Tomorrow, I head to Asheville for Dance Camp, I mean, Dance Workshop.
It will either be fun or depressing but either way, amusing. And I need some time away. My head is slowly clearing.

I have an unusual obession with Dexter - an original Showtime series. I need to remind myself that none of these people really exist. I am so excited that Michael C. Hall (from Raleigh!) has been nominated for a Golden Globe that I am considering having a Golden Globe party. But from what I understand, that guy from House will win. Grrrr. I feel like a beauty pageant Mom.

Jamesy and Mumsy at Cousin Laura's Christmas Eve Celebration.

Now I am really a tourist taking pictures of me and my Mom in the subway and at Lincoln Center. People who really live here don't do that.

We saw a circus at Lincoln Center. There was a dog walking a cat. That was the best part. There were lots of acrobatics. They made me nervous.

HO HO HO-down. At the Farm.

So, the HO happened a while ago, but what better time to post about the HO HO HO than a few days before Christmas?

My old HO-me. It was kind of funny to get an invitation to the place I used to live. Ellen invited just about everyone and it was a full HO-use.

The guest of HO-nor was definitely the goat.

Greeting Goat.


Goat discussing the set list with the band.


HO-stess at computer playing party tunes. No HO-liday tunes at this HO.


The HO Band


The Band Needs a Name. HO-w about...


I am feeling HO-mesick and mark my territory with a post it note.

Ho Ho Ho Holiday Party at Watts Grocery McKinneystyle.

BR Style (is there any other style?)





Jamie and the Daddy of the Roaming Gnome

We're running out of water in North Carolina.
It's not funny.
But this sign is

So, we've put a McKinney employee in a snow globe and he's going to stay there for a few days to set a record. Check it here

Oh, my mom's precious puppy, Adam, died today. He was a good puppy - I always felt like he was taking care of my mom up in Connecticut - he was a good, trustworthy, loving companion and he will be missed. My mom and Adam below (isn't my mom pretty?)

Happy Thanksgiving. It's 70 degrees. I love Durham.
Photo from a sunny quiet morning walk.

Hockey in North Carolina in November. Colder inside than out.
Go Canes (they totally lost, tho)

There is a dog in my apartment. Bizarre. It was fun playing tug of war with said dog, Parker. Not fun when Parker chew chew my designer pillows. Poopie!

Three days until Thanksgiving. Time to bust out the Thanksgiving Decorations

Several radio stations have already gone 100% Holiday.
Ho Ho Ho. I love it.

Teri and Jamie Labor Day Weekend

Jamie and Barb moments away from getting thrown from the tube. I am not sure what that code is below.
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Finally, almost two months after the fact - Barb hands over the Labor Day pics.

Jamie and Barb atop Mt. Kearsarge

Family atop Mt. Kearsarge

My pal Jess, from college (Carleton) just started a blog about food.
I rotate through an endless cycle of not even ten dinners, but maybe two dinners I actually make, and then 3 dinners I order at restaurants, so I'll take an advice I can get.

As you probably already have read, I've heard that the average American family rotates through an endless cycle of the same ten dinners. This seems depressing to me and I really can't imagine that it's true. I propose to post what my husband (M), our toddler (T), and I (J) are eating each day in hopes that we'll be above average! Also, though, it's most important to hear from you. What are you eating? If we all share maybe we can up the national average by inspiring one another.

Also, added to my blogroll.

Jamie and Mini Kiss played at our office Halloween party.
Yeah, It was a little odd.

McKinney "Dress as a Rocker" Halloween Party 2007
Barb, and VMA Britney. Isn't Britney hot?

Look at me. This was the adolescence my parents thank god I never had.

Participated in a "Light The Night" walk in September.
Here's our team.
It was two miles. I did it in heels.

Every now and then the traffic lights in Durham don't work.
It feels like you're playing frogger.

Little Victories

When it comes right down to it, I live in an overpriced dorm for Duke grad students. There's a great gym in my building and I make use of it. As far as I'm concerned, if someone is waiting, you use a cardio machine and you give it up after 30 minutes. That's common courtesy. As far as these Dookies are concerned 65 minutes on the elliptical during "peak hours" (before 9:00, as if any of these people even have a job) while other people (ME) are waiting is perfectly fine. There's one 90 pound woman who is particularly guilty of doing this and she really should concentrate on eating donuts in the morning instead of 65 manic minutes on the elliptical.

I became frustrated with this situation and e-mailed management suggesting they put up a sign "30 minute limit on cardio while others are waiting." Weeks went by and nothing happened. I considered printing a sign myself and hanging it.

Anyway, on Friday morning I went to the gym and alas, signs were posted - these were official looking real plaques trumpeting my message.

Little Victory.

There's another courtesy I'm working to instill. If I get to the gym before anyone is there, I get to chose the TV channel. I just do. I got there first. It's rude to just walk into the gym and chance the channel without asking the other folks if it's OK. But this happens. Even thouh I would prefer to blast VH1 and I just can't get enough of Fergie if someone ASKS, I will put up with the today show.

Rant over.

"This place is fantastic; it's like "Gone With The Wind" on mescaline. They walk imaginary pets here, Garland - -on a fucking leash. And they're all heavily armed and drunk. New York is boring!"

-From "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil"

I stand corrected.

There are not one, but two days when I can say "I got stuck in traffic in Durham"

Duke Move in Day.

and

North Carolina Gay Pride Day.

Last year, I ended up on one of the floats in the parade.

It's funny to me that I've been here long enough for things to start happening twice.

I just got my brand spanking new digital camera.
This blog just got a heckuva lots more interesting.

I was in NYC six years ago.
This is never an easy day.

Turkey Candle

The turkey candle rivals the MONKEY HOOK for inanimate objects that make me happy.

"Here a goat, there a goat, everywhere a goat goat."

Went to a county fair in New Hampshire with dad, sister and Barb. Couldn't keep away from the goats.

Hmmmm. No commment.

Where are the goaties ears?

Barb and goat.

Teri stole my ring. The goat is kissing the ring. My sister is the goat pope.

I spent quite a bit of time selecting what I thought was the perfect apartment in my apartment complex. I wanted Southern exposure, I wanted to face the pretty open field and see the old tobacco factory. What I did not factor in was the streetlight outside of my room which makes my whole apartment GLOW all night. It's horrible. I got so frustrated not being able to sleep that I took my boxes from moving, and blankets and towels and anything I could find to make a fort using my bed frame.

The ONE day of the year when I can arrive later at work and say "I was stuck in traffic in Durham" and someone, just someone, might believe me.

They're back. Welcome Doooooooookies. I can't even keep track of the new incoming class, Class of 2020 or something futuristic like that.

The heat is making me sick.
That's not an expression
I really have not felt well am I'm losing both sleep and work-time over this.
It's so hot, most of my time is spent indoors lately.
I tried to get fresh air tonight so I opened my window and turned up the A/C.
Given that I am feverish - already hot and cold interally - this A/C window open method didn't really work.
So now I've got Pepto Bismol and Ginger Ale.
I'm going to pop the Pepto in the fridge, chill it down, have it on the rocks.
Yummy yummy pink drink.
Who wants to hold my hair?

This really isn't pleasant.

Ewwwwww.

Someone did an MSN search for "TerrIfI( SHeM@1es" and someone ended up at my blog.

And it was at 7:46 in the morning.

That's spooky.

Funniest Quote from Dinner

"My lasagna was cold but I'm OK with it"
-SH

No Crazy Cat Lady Comments Allowed.

This is from my pal Todd's blog. He is on my blogroll.

One last cat note: my friend Jamie Foehl now lives in North Carolina, basically happy but occasionally bored, and she decided to cope with the slow times through volunteerism on behalf of animals but was surprised when local authorities told her that what they really needed was someone to go out at night in the woods laying traps for feral cats so they could be spayed and neutered (speaking of which: congrats to libertarian Drew Carey for getting Bob Barker's old Price Is Right gig – there has to be some way to turn that show into a free-market economics lesson). So Jamie found herself putting cages with sardines in them out in the woods, assisted by an elderly cat-lady, late on a Saturday night. She says that in the morning, they’d caught exactly one cat. “Those feral cats are wily,” comments my friend Scott Nybakken

Birthday in a Box #6. Newall, my boss. He is a Group Account Director. I aspire to be a Group Acccount Director. Or not.

#5
Bob just had to upstage Barb balancing on his side like this.

Jim and the Snooky's Gang at Two Boots.

Yummy Cake.

Yes, quite yummy.

Party in a Box on a Blog #4

Princess, my sister, in Seattle.

Lena, friend of Princess with cat.

David Lewis. He has 50 girlfriends. I am one of them.

Party in A Box (Party on a Blog!) #3. Deb, Paul and Thea.