Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Naughty boy

Baby Dave during a less naughty time in his life

Dave the dog has been a sneaky, little terror lately.

It all started Saturday when he ate an entire package of imported chocolate-covered biscuits.

He then moved on to my very special, very designer Chanel sunglasses. They are ruined. I am devastated. That was on Sunday.

Yesterday I discovered a chewed up Hershey bar wrapper on his bed. There wasn't a morsel of chocolate left.

He's not dead...yet. But this dog must be suicidal!

My hypothesis is he's pissed Morgan's home. I'm not being mean, I just think Dave's used to being the male of the house and now he's competing with my husband for that title so he's acting out.

Stef and I were discussing it last night. He's never been this naughty before.

Any way, I came across this blog in my search for answers. It's more of a fix-it rather than an explain-it, but it made me chuckle.

Any suggestions?


Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas wish fulfilled

Merry Christmas Eve!

Be warned...this is a long one.

Some of you already know that I got an early present yesterday in the form of a 6'4" soldier named Morgan!

This is how the trickery went down:

Stefanie, my room mate, called me at work about 4 p.m. and said she had something to show me so she was going to stop by the office. I told her to just call me when she got here.

About 10 minutes later she called and I made my way down stairs. She was outside sitting on a bench, alone. I approached and she got up and walked toward me, something cupped in her hand. I looked at it and saw that it was a digital camera. It was Morgan's digital camera.

Two seconds passed and I heard a voice behind me. I turned and immediately put both my hands to my face in disbelief. There he was, like he's been in my dreams for the past year.

He was still wearing his ACUs and looking as handsome as ever.

We embraced. He literally swept me off my feet then sat down with me on his lap on the cool bench. I stared at him for about a minute straight, still trying to comprehend his presence.

One regret I have is that I was not dressed appropriately for the occasion. I hate the pants I'm wearing in the pictures that were snapped. Severe high waters. I also didn't have on a lot of make-up because I was too lazy to apply all of it that morning.

Morgan said I looked beautiful, though, so I guess I should just be grateful for that.

Pictures are forthcoming. I just need to get them from Morgan's camera to this blog. Also, as luck would have it, when I exited the building to meet Stef I was walking and talking with one of the newspaper's photographers, Seth. He snapped some pictures as well. Being a professional photojournalist, perhaps there will be some really good ones in there. Or at least some I can tolerate.


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Justice Rocks?

Army Times
is reporting that a Georgia Judge ordered Kid Rock to complete 80 hours of community service for his role in an October brawl at a Waffle House in Atlanta.

Well, Kid, a.k.a. Robert James Richie, told Judge Alvin Wong he'd perform for U.S. troops overseas.


According to Wong: "Giving him credit for something he would otherwise love to do...completely defeats the punitive purpose of performing community service."

Kid responded with this statement on his Web-site.

He also wrote: "I really take it as a slap in the face, and really have trouble thinking of a better way to “serve the community,” especially at Christmas time when it’s obviously the hardest time for soldiers to be away from their families and home (and I try not to think about it when I’m there, but it’s a little freaky being in the middle of a war zone!)."

Who do you think is right, here? I'm siding with Kid.


Monday, December 22, 2008

Where art thou Morgan?

In a nutshell, this is why the Army sucks.

Morgan and his team were laid over in a place called Mannas (or as I like to call it, man ass) for nine days before finally boarding a plane and flying to Bangor, ME. That's annoying enough as it is, but wait, there's more.

From Maine, the team flew to Fort Riley, KS. They got in late Saturday night. Yesterday my husband calls me and says his bags are still in Kyrzykstan. He needs his bags, or rather the equipment in them, so he can out-process from Riley before coming home.

Hmmm, you would think that after nine rotten days sitting around in Mannas the powers that be would have figured out a way to transport the team's bags from point A to point B before Christmas!

One more thing...my in-laws are stuck in Oregon. Their flight was canceled today due to inclement weather. They're now scheduled to fly into Atlanta on Christmas eve. Maybe Morgan will be with them.


Tuesday, December 16, 2008

We win!

To the victors go the spoils! Namely, a catered lunch some time in the near future. Good work team newsroom.

Chanukkah FAIL!

So my office held this holiday decorating contest today and the newsroom totally kicked ass! The manufacturers of this sign? Not so much.

I'll post some more pictures of our winning holiday scene in the next post.


Monday, December 15, 2008

The reason I'm posting this is because the SNL actor mentions a little city in Upstate New York that is very near and dear to me...Schenectady. My Alma mater, Union College, is located here.

Now, though the skit does not bathe Schenectady in a positive light, I still get a thrill out of hearing the word spoken on the national stage.

Another example: This year's "Synecdoche, New York" directed by Charlie Kaufman also sparked interest in the city where Thomas Edison founded what would become the General Electric Company.

Sort of.


Thursday, December 11, 2008

Thirsty phone

So my brand new LG QWERTY keyboard phone was either very thirsty or suicidal this morning because it decided to jump out of my bag and into a deep puddle of muddy water.

Seriously, I think I saw a tad pole swimming around in the flip screen. My mom said it could just be a new fancy feature of the phone, like a 3-D screen saver. Funny, but doubtful, mommy.

My dad suggested I put the phone in the toaster oven to dry it out and my father-in-law suggested I take the battery out and stick the sopping wet phone in a bag or jar of rice. Both very intriguing suggestions I must say and I would have tried them had I not freaked out, drove as fast as I could to the Verizon store and, to my chagrin, replaced the phone.

Needless to say, the situation was a huge pain in the ass and it was a costly one to boot as I didn't have insurance on the phone.

I do now.

Just out of curiosity, does anyone have any other suggestions for fixing a wet phone?


Almost home

Hi everyone. This is just a quick update on Morgan's home-bound progress.

Though I haven't spoken to him for a few days, he did send out an e-mail Tuesday saying he was in Kabul. Next stop is Mannas (seriously what it's called), then Fort Riley in Manhattan, Kan.!

(Note: this post has been updated because I mis-wrote before).

After five or so days of reintegration there he'll be on his way to Atlanta where I'll pick him up at the airport. Morgan estimates his journey home will finally end some time between the 22nd and the 25th. His mom, dad and sister fly in Dec. 22 so I was hoping he'd beat them here, but at this point I'll take what I can get.

This is super exciting news, obviously, so why am I so anxious? Is this normal?


Tuesday, December 9, 2008


We posted this story on our Web -site recently and I thought it was funny.

The best part is the comment at the end of the story.